STUDENT WEAPON, austin brandt

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[atrb=style, color: f9f9f9;][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]( BREAKER ) -- ☆[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;]★ N A M E: austin amsel brandt ★ D. O. B.: july seventh ★ H E I G H T: five feet and five inches ★ W E I G H T: one hundred forty-one pounds ★ A P P E A R A N C E: to anyone that looks at her, it's obvious that austin doesn't care too much about her appearance. for one, make-up has only touched her face twice, and only ever at the behest of her mother. that was a long time ago. now, the most she ever bothers to do with her appearance is tie her long brown hair back into a ponytail. sometimes, she considers cutting her hair down so that it will be less of a hassle, but right now such a thing is pretty far out of her head. in terms of clothing, she tends to wear very casual outfits: t-shirts and shorts are her apparent favorite, along with a hoodie when it starts to get colder (though she only abandons the shorts when winter comes around). otherwise, she'll put on a pair of jeans, but that's just about it. all in all, maybe it's a good thing that she doesn't bother to doll herself up, as it would do little to mask the varying shades of a scowl that are almost always present on her face. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ PERSONALITY[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;]★ G E N E R A L: having already stared what could have easily been her gruesome death in the face, austin is a very bold individual. in a way, she always has been, though before it only manifested in an overall defiant manner that existed only to roar in the face of authority figures. she still holds that to a certain extent, being the stubborn thing that she is, but a part of it has evolved into this borderline fearlessness in the face of an enemy--though not necessarily her phobias. she actively struggles with her old habits so that she can learn how to better fight kishin. that said, she tends to be a bit unstable, being prone to intense moods that are difficult to dispel (which is to say little of her mental state, which is similarly unsettled due to her history). combined with her short-tempered nature, this can prove to be a recipe for disaster. unfortunately, people rarely do anything but inflame said moods: she is mistrusting and tends to disregard other people's feelings, by and large. when someone wrongs her, she is a most unforgiving girl and will remain resentful almost until the end of time. when her retaliation comes, it's almost certain it will be a vicious one. though she's more than a little bit bitter and perhaps even a little mean-spirited in demeanor, she is a very tenacious individual. despite her occasional instabilities, she is very strong and resolute in what she wants, and perhaps that's the only thing that has prevented her from dropping over the edge into full-blown insanity. maybe that stubborn streak of hers isn't all bad. on the off chance that she formed some positive bond with someone, her competitive side would really begin to show. so, too, might her talent for lying, which is probably something her acquaintance(s) would see long before they ever saw her express any sort of "vulnerability." (17) ★ L I K E S & D I S L I K E S: ♥ baseball ♥ being left alone ♥ biking ♥ cards ♥ comic books ♥ competition ♥ dogs ♥ fighting ♥ lollipops ♥ metal ♥ movies ♥ running ♥ smashing things ♥ sports ♥ video games ♥ winning ♥ yoyos ♥ yelling ✗ authority figures ✗ broccoli ✗ busybodies ✗ dark stairwells ✗ doctors ✗ fish ✗ helplessness ✗ hospitals ✗ kishin ✗ insanity ✗ losing ✗ pansies ✗ shots ✗ soft music ✗ softball ✗ sitting around ✗ the current death weapons ✗ vulnerability ★ H O B B I E S & H A B I T S: ⋆ biking ⋆ collecting baseball cards ⋆ collecting yoyos ⋆ jogging ⋆ practicing at the batting range ⋆ reading comic books ⋆ biting her fingers ⋆ holding on to grudges ⋆ playing with a yoyo when bored ⋆ running when frustrated ⋆ turning violent when angry ★ S E C R E T S & F E A R S: ⋆ even though it doesn't make sense, she blames herself for her parents' gruesome deaths. she regrets her last words to them. ⋆ in spite of her struggle with insanity, she would sooner kill herself than ever become a dark weapon. ⋆ part of her also blames the death weapons for not killing that monster sooner; she reasons that if they had done their jobs, her parents would still be alive. ⋆ she only wishes she were quite as stable as she outwardly appears. ⋆ becoming a dark weapon ⋆ darkness ⋆ dying ⋆ getting kicked out of the dwma ⋆ losing her father's yoyos ⋆ losing her grip (again) ⋆ needles ⋆ returning to the asylums & hospitals ★ A M B I T I O N S: ⋆ to become a better death weapon than any of the present ones and actually protect people ⋆ to kill as many kishin as possible ⋆ to never return to an asylum ⋆ to work with a meister [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ HISTORY[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;] austin was born on july 7, 1995 in a small hospital somewhere in germany. her parents were inherently american, but they decided to move to the german countryside both as a way to get away from the fast-paced american life and to pursue business opportunities presented there. they lived in peace, though their daughter wasn't always the sweetest thing to them--particularly after she hit puberty. they figured it was just a phase, what with all of those hormones that were bottling up inside of her. too bad they'd never live to see that day. one fine afternoon, after her mother had brought her home from school, they got into an argument about austin's less-than-satisfactory performance in school, in terms of both grades and behavior. it ended with austin telling the both of them that they could go to hell. and maybe they did, after that kishin scum found its way into their home in the evening. she could hear him from her room, knocking at the front door and acting like he was lost. he seemed like nothing more than some stupid guy then, but after the screams started, it became crystal clear that he was much, much more than that. he was a monster. she ran downstairs. he was a monster that was cannibalizing her parents right on the kitchen table. her head reeled and her stomach churned at the sight of their bodies. oh god, why did she have to run downstairs? and the way he looked at her, oh god. there was such madness in his stare, in his grin, written all over his bloody face. he just laughed a little like she had told a joke that was kind of funny but not really and kept on eating. the stench of their blood permeated every wall in that house, and she could never get away from it, not even after she got out. she was going to be sick. she was sick. she was going to die. she had to get them out of her sight, she could barely comprehend what she had seen. and so she ran back to her room, firmly locking and barricading the door with anything and everything she could find. some time later, when her head had stopped spinning and she could no longer hear the occasional bang on the kitchen table, she chanced a look down the stairs, doing everything in her power to avert her eyes from the kitchen table and the blood that had pooled everywhere on the kitchen floor. she needed to get out of the house, get away from this this couldn't be happening. she'd run down the stairs and close her eyes and run out the front door and never come back, or maybe she would come back and all of this was some sick delusion. but he was right there, that abomination that ate his parents, standing at the foot of the stairs, staring up like he was looking off into the sky. she could just make out his figure, but she knew that he saw her in his wild eyes. his face was burned into her head. she ran back to her room and tried to forget again, to get herself to wake up. a while later, she found the strength to poke her head out again, only to find that he had moved up one step. not three, not even two, just the one. and he was still staring off with an amused grin across his wicked face, that face that she had this budding urge to smash and bash and destroy so that it would stop looking at her. she wanted to obliterate the face that had eaten her parents. but the nerve always eluded her. if she went down, she'd see them again. she stopped going out, blocking her door up and refusing to head back out. every so often she could hear him take one more step up the stairs. he was coming for her, slowly but surely, and she had no way out; the only windows were over a two-story drop. if she jumped out, she'd break her legs and be eaten and helpless about it all. then one morning a few days later, that nerve finally came to her in a surge of bravery, or maybe stupidity, that bordered on outright insanity. she tore all the furniture away from her door and wrenched it open, finding that monster to be standing just a few feet away. she took no time to look at his wild eyes or his blood-caked face: she charged, and smashed and bashed and destroyed his face much better than she could have ever hoped. it puzzled her, really, but it felt so good. something had changed inside of her, and apparently on the outside, too, as her arm had apparently turn into a baseball bat. so she swung and swung and swung like she was the only batter on the greatest team that ever existed, never stopping until he lay in a heap on the floor. then she ran. and she ran and she ran and she didn't know where she was going anymore. everything blurred. everything for the next few years even was a blur. there were white walls and syringes, oh how she loathed them. there were doctors and people asking more questions than she really cared to answer, even when her answers were seldom and brief. but all of it was like looking through a warped glass. suddenly, about a year ago, she snapped out of it. the doctors called it a miracle, that she had unexpectedly recovered from her nearly catatonic stupor that ate up years of her life for reasons none of them could discern. when she remained as unhelpful as ever when it came to answering questions, they grew tired of her, it seemed, and so they found some of her family over in america. they sent her off to these people she'd never met and never actually heard of beyond an off-handed mention. she never quite made it there. see, she took a detour on her own, wound up in nevada when her "family" was over in illinois or some other shithole place. she'd heard talk once of a place in the middle of the desert where they taught people like her how to better bash in the skulls of those things that went bump in the night. by some strange stroke of fate, she found her way there, and ith a deal of effort worked her way into this death weapons and meisters academy. she would become strong, she resolved. she would make every kishin in any form pay for ever showing their fucking ugly faces in this world. she would never be vulnerable again, and she would never be helpless again. now if only she could get along with a meister. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ ABILITIES[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;] ★ W E A P O N T Y P E: ⋆ baseball bat ★ W E A P O N D E S C R I P T I O N: ⋆ titanium alloy baseball bat; austin's weapon form is basically what you would imagine, in terms of function: she's adept at bludgeoning her opponents into submission, but is admittedly lacking in areas of finesse. in terms of its appearance, the bat is fifty-inches in length and its red barrel is smooth and warm to the touch. emblazoned across its face in bold white letter is the word "BREAK," which is presumably the main thing she would like to do whenever she changes into this form. ⋆ partial transformation; whenever she's looking to inflict some pain on her own, she is capable of transforming segments of her limbs into the bat (knee down, elbow down). ★ T E C H N I Q U E S: ⋆ jab; a forward-thrust that's generally good for stunning as opposed to breaking something. a bit of an awkward maneuver for a meister to perform, unless they happen to be standing directly over the target and treat the bat as a sword. she has an easier time of it in her partial form, as it effectively acts as a punch or a stomp. ⋆ swing; basically what one would expect of a baseball bat. this is pretty much the way she would be used in her full weapon form, though it's somewhat harder to use in her partial form. in that case, it would work as a kick or as a downward swing of the arm (which she would need her other hand to effectively complete the motion). [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ OUT OF CHARACTER[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;]★ F A C E - C L A I M: [b]ookami-san to shichinin no nakama-tachi[/b] - ookami ryouko, [i]brandt, austin[/i] ★ N A M E: bree ★ C H A R A C T E R S: a lot. [/style]

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