Oddball
The Only Thing Real is Nothing
Name: Wesley Grimm
Age: 18(?)
Race: Human (Muggle)
Home Town: London, England
Height: 5,7"
"Isley?" A meek girl called out from the shadow of a Hospital door, "Grandpa?"
"Grandpa is resting sweetie," Said a nurse who rushed her out the door.
A down trodden man, broken hardpressed on the sheet of a white cot stared at the whiteness of the door of where his grand daughter once stood. The man was Isley Grimm, little-known private investigator in London, Britain in 1970. He served once in world war two, but had bullet put in shoulder and knee in an obscure battle sending him home an Invalid; he was not deterred by this and studied to become an investigator surmounting his disabilities.
A shadow loomed over the dying man's bedside. "You hath saved thy descendant, a most capricious of fates. Thou must think thyself a wonderful grandsire.."
"Save me your speech, shadow. I will die in peace." Isley retorted on his bedside, rolling over.
"I can give you the chance to live again."
"Don't feel like it, if that means I'm gonna see your mug again."
"Hmph, rebels to fate often meet their ends in tragedy."
"I rebel against nothing. Fate hasn't been written yet."
"Indeed it hasn't Wesley..."
"Who!?"
And in a flash Wesley found himself awake, head bashed floor, sunlight bursting into his bedroom. Wesley an 18 year old student is the reincarnation of Isley Grimm who traded his life for his terminally ill granddaughter in a deal with a devil of mysterious intent. Wesley sighed, the name he took as an alias in homage to his previous life. "Guess I'll be going to school again, never thought I'd say that..."
He wondered what his objective was as the details of the contract burned into the skin of his back for which he traded his life for. "Go to this school and change the fates of people he said... The hell did he mean by that?" Whatever it was, it was only for the future to know. He fingered a copy of forged transcripts he had sent to the school in his hands. "Man, I hope they don't mind a muggle there... More importantly, will there be cute girls!? Hehehe... Damn what should I wear... Wait... Damnit Grimm, act your age... You old codger.. You're doing this for Cecile..." He pulled out a cigarette and puffed one out before the whirring noise of helicopter blades pervaded the walls of his apartment.
Special Abilities: None, he's just a regular human who reincarnated into a younger man and forged his transcripts to get into a special academy... (Wow.. So then it would be better to say...)
Normal Abilities: Training in Basic Soldiering, Superior Investigative Skills, Proficient in CQC (Close Quarters Combat),Smartass Pyschoanalytical Assessment.
Fake Abilities (the ones he put down on his fake transcript): Can conjure demons of hell, wields power of lightning, mind control, can kill with a look.
Age: 18(?)
Race: Human (Muggle)
Home Town: London, England
Height: 5,7"
"Isley?" A meek girl called out from the shadow of a Hospital door, "Grandpa?"
"Grandpa is resting sweetie," Said a nurse who rushed her out the door.
A down trodden man, broken hardpressed on the sheet of a white cot stared at the whiteness of the door of where his grand daughter once stood. The man was Isley Grimm, little-known private investigator in London, Britain in 1970. He served once in world war two, but had bullet put in shoulder and knee in an obscure battle sending him home an Invalid; he was not deterred by this and studied to become an investigator surmounting his disabilities.
A shadow loomed over the dying man's bedside. "You hath saved thy descendant, a most capricious of fates. Thou must think thyself a wonderful grandsire.."
"Save me your speech, shadow. I will die in peace." Isley retorted on his bedside, rolling over.
"I can give you the chance to live again."
"Don't feel like it, if that means I'm gonna see your mug again."
"Hmph, rebels to fate often meet their ends in tragedy."
"I rebel against nothing. Fate hasn't been written yet."
"Indeed it hasn't Wesley..."
"Who!?"
And in a flash Wesley found himself awake, head bashed floor, sunlight bursting into his bedroom. Wesley an 18 year old student is the reincarnation of Isley Grimm who traded his life for his terminally ill granddaughter in a deal with a devil of mysterious intent. Wesley sighed, the name he took as an alias in homage to his previous life. "Guess I'll be going to school again, never thought I'd say that..."
He wondered what his objective was as the details of the contract burned into the skin of his back for which he traded his life for. "Go to this school and change the fates of people he said... The hell did he mean by that?" Whatever it was, it was only for the future to know. He fingered a copy of forged transcripts he had sent to the school in his hands. "Man, I hope they don't mind a muggle there... More importantly, will there be cute girls!? Hehehe... Damn what should I wear... Wait... Damnit Grimm, act your age... You old codger.. You're doing this for Cecile..." He pulled out a cigarette and puffed one out before the whirring noise of helicopter blades pervaded the walls of his apartment.
Special Abilities: None, he's just a regular human who reincarnated into a younger man and forged his transcripts to get into a special academy... (Wow.. So then it would be better to say...)
Normal Abilities: Training in Basic Soldiering, Superior Investigative Skills, Proficient in CQC (Close Quarters Combat),
Fake Abilities (the ones he put down on his fake transcript): Can conjure demons of hell, wields power of lightning, mind control, can kill with a look.
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