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Well, it's really what she'd do to be honest, while she knows the city she's not as familiar with the people in the area since she often tries to avoid them ((unless killing them obviously.)) So, she's going to go with a Sure source of info even if it has little information over a huge crap shoot where she could easily get nothing. Some information is better than zero information.

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Pardon me for delaying this. Here goes though:

Name: Stefan Van Courteau (Some may get the household reference, some may not.)

Age: 20

Appearance before transformation: Stefan is a man of average height and is a lean, sitting at 5'8''. His face was injured by an attack during an attempt for an escapade, so he hides the bottom half of his face with his large collar (think something like Swain). He wears a thick, black wool jacket trails to his knees, and is ripped in a few places through his injuries. He hoods his hair and reveals only scarlet eyes and an aquiline nose on his exterior. He carries his gunblade on his back, a secondary gun in his pocket, and his primary gun in his hand.

Appearance after transformation: Stefan gains height up to 6'1'' and has a gray mask on his face with the letter "C" in the middle. With the mask, his face only reveals one eye, although the other can still see through the mask. His attire changes into a more flexible, black form-fitting suit with spiked boots, with his arms protected by pieces of hard, armored metal under the cloth, and his gunblade gains a sheathe for protection. He now wears gloves, to gain a firmer grip on his guns, and also reveals his scarlet hair that trails to his back.

Personality: A man riddled by loss, despondency and betrayal, Stefan is in consistent conflict and is not true with himself. Stoic and phlegmatic, he yearns for the attention and comfort of another person by is hindered by his contradicting instinct that letting people in would only hurt himself more. With a riddled face, he is also chagrined to reveal himself to anyone, knowing that he would be shunned and feared for it. As such, how he treats people may vary on how he perceives said individual, and may shift between a kinder, softer, though enigmatic, side to an aloof, unfriendly side that repulses people from him.

Weapons of choice: Stefan is a gunslinger, carrying two guns, and a gunblade that projects explosives that can double up for melee fighting, though the latter can only be summoned. He usually fights with one gun of his signature, the Gymnopedie, a pistol with a higher cap. He made this gun with the help of his late father. The other gun is usually used for only backup fire.

Power Origin: Let the plot decide for me.

Backstory: The heir to a famous and wealthy soldier and gun maker, guns shaped Stefan's life as far as he could remember. Despite seemingly violent work, the Van Courteau family lived with guns for peace and art. Like his predecessors father and grandfather before him, the boy had a natural penchant for guns and was raised as a genius with potential to surpass his two figures. Despite being respected and well-praised throughout their establishing, the modern tranquility devoid of war meant that many found the life of the family a threat to their peace, so the family began to be shunned and despised by many, through the hate of war or jealousy of their talent.

It was until one day the family was framed for murder when gunshots sent members of their neighbouring household to death's door, with Stefan's father and the boy himself branded as the murderers. Knowing that such chagrin was of no coincidence, it was until later that he realized that his own stepmother and stepsister had committed the murders and sold father and son out, for they detested the danger that was filled within their work as well as the neglect the two members had shown them, and with that they would inherit the family's wealth for themselves. With remorse over his mistake, Stefan's father told him to carry his gun and run, to carry the burden of the Van Courteau family in that guns were not means of war but for peace. Hunted by many for their falsely accused act, Stefan's father had sacrificed himself for him, and he was since lived life in hiding and in exile.

Knowing that he and his father had been sold out due to hate and greed, Stefan since wandered life alone, with his self-made weapon his only company. Skill for bloodshed he may have, Stefan never dealt a finishing blow unless necessary. Inheriting his father's well and vow, he strives through life, urging to revive the tarnished Van Courteau name to it's former glory.

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A couple issues with your character:

1. This is pretty much the modern day. You've got technology that plain doesn't exist, or at least not in any practical fashion. There's a reason you don't cram a machine gun, a sniper rifle, a pistol, and a revolver into one frame; not only would it be incredibly bulky, it would be prone to falling apart in spectacular fashion every time you fired a round due to having three different loading mechanisms and four different barrels somehow being crammed onto the same weapon.

2. As a non-mage, you don't have a faction. Deviants are people who got booted out of one for some reason.

Another nitpick with your writing is that you are using the wrong words in places. Don't try to reach so hard with your word choice; use what comes naturally.

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Hello yes I died for a few days due to an awful fever that came down on the whole family. Soooo here

Name: Adero Gladioli
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance, normal: Adero had earned the ironic nickname "Tiny" from early on. He stands at an impressive 6'8, a dark skinned man with noticably tired looking brown eyes and a wolfish grin. Tobias has a strong, athletic build built from years of his family's military training. His dark brown hair hair is styled into thick dreadlocks, with thick, dark eyebrows, a beard that's beginning to extend into a mustache. He generally dresses simply, T-shirts (many times with silly designs on it) and jeans and boots. One constant in his wardrobe is his grey fur-lined jacket, which he wears year round, despite the hottest seasons. As a drifter he usually carries with him quite a lot of stuff on his travels, as such he has a large backpack weighed down with the essentials (and whatever snacks he can carry with him)
Appearance, transformed: His bones ache and crack as his body shifts and grows. A thick, black smoke as dense as metal begins wrapping around him, golden eyes gleam from the cloud as he reveals a form as monstrous as he finds himelf. his transformed state resembles more of a wild beast than a man. He becomes a hunchbacked, bipedal ursine like creature with freakishly long arms and sharp claws. A deer skull with large anters covers his face, and acts more like a helmet. He has a coat of thick black fur that emits black smoke that feels heavy like lead, his hair expands down his back which resembles a cloak. He crackles with intense blue lightning and glares with bright golden eyes.
Personality: Adero isn't the most chatty person if he could help it, and despite his size it would not be hard to forget he's there. When approached he's quite friendly, a laid back man with a soothing voice that generally wants to make people feel comfortable around him. He'll often offer you one of the many snacks he's got stashed in his bag for his insatiable sweet tooth, but he'll just as likely pull out his tiny book of bad puns and try out a new joke at you. He's a storyteller at heart, finding peace telling stories that come from either his travels or one of the many tales he crafted in his childhood.
Weapons of choice: Knuckle Dusters, claws when transformed. Skilled in Close Quarters Combat
Backstory: Born in a somewhat remote town at the foot of a snowy mountain, as long as Adero had remembered life was about fighting to survive another day. The eldest son of three, Aba, Ayo and himself to an abusive old Veteran, and as such much of the pressure, as well as verbal abuse had been thrown at him. He was a paranoid, bipolar old man that had treated them more like his regiment than his actual kids. Intense training drills and CQC courses at the crack of dawn, rationing food for no reason other than "teaching survival". But that was when he was in a good mood, many times he was just an wrathful drunk who much rather eye the bottom of the bottle, and then beat his sons with it before remembering whatever things he got up to before Adero was born.
When he was a small boy, his most common escape was into the forests. He and his brother Ayo had made entire worlds, ruling and and exploring as if the two children were in a bubble, away from the troubles of home. Many times he could see it, standing just far enough out of his vision to appear as something else, a rock, or an animal. It simply sat there, watching the two in the forest as they played. Ayo had often chalked it up to his vivid imagination, but he knew what he saw. One day he was alone, having skipped school to avoid a crush when it got close enough that he could see it. A black beast, larger than any bear or wolf. With black fur and a white deer mask and blank white eyes. It had caused him quite a few nightmares ever since.
He was an angry youth, constantly getting into fights with other people as an outlet to vent his frustrations. He fought anyone he saw threatening his younger brothers, It didn't matter if he came home battered and bruised; as long as he was too scared of his father, he wasn't going to let anyone ELSE touch his siblings on top of that. He had made only one friend, Pascal, who had caught him in a moment of weakness and helped him realize that he was becoming worse than his father. Yet the road to self reflection was a bitter one, and as protective as he was his younger siblings were his greatest blindspot. For Ayo and Aba had made a friend, a newer teacher who had arrived who had counselled them while he had been home less and less to protect them. One bad fight had caught him off guard, the guy was a boxer type, a mano y mano type of sort; so he hadn't expected him to bring friends, and he definitely didn't expect a metal bat to the shoulder. Coming out on top he had limped in a random direction hoping that that would be the path home, pushing back the thought that he was going to die there in the cold snow. Eventually he gave up, and just wandered until his legs would give out. The last thing he saw before everything faded to black was the sillouhette of a strange looking beast, standing on two legs black fur that billowed out with thick, black smoke.
When he awoke and returned to town. He had found that days had passed, Ayo was dead, and Aba had disappeared with the teacher. Without a moment's hesistation he took out for his own. Everything he had back home took a back seat, right now the only thing that mattered was his brother.
Faction: Loners (He's basically just a drifter when he starts in the RP)
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Name: Lucia Leone

Age: 14

Appearance, normal: Lucia has very light skin, and short red hair. She is the very definition of a "ginger". Oh and of course, she has freckles around her nose! Her eyes are light brown. She is pretty short, standing about 1.50 meters.

Appearance, transformed: When she transforms, Lucia becomes completely different. Her hair becomes knee length, and becomes a mix of purple, bubblegum pink and blue. Her right eye becomes light blue, while her left one becomes golden with a star instead of an iris. Her body becomes taller, going up to a 1.70 and her features less childish. Her clothing is white, with the skirt being just above the knees and purple. She is decorated with several blue and pink ribbons. Lucia in this form also wears a tiny little "top hat" with a blue ribbon around it. It tilts to her right. She loses all her freckles when transformed, and her nails become painted each in a different color to make a colorful rainbow. Her dress will occasionally glimmer with rainbow sparkles.

Personality: Polite, and a bit insecure with herself. She is kind and outgoing, not always confident in her own abilities but she will always try!

Weapons of choice: Wands! The only thing Lucia ever materializes is a wand! She can use it like a club in close quarters, and channel her magic through it. However, in very rare cases, she can and will use a bow.

Backstory: Lucia was born in the city, but her parents are foreign originally from two different countries. Her whole life Lucia has had a huge love for animals. She is the type of girl who can get a butterfly to land on her finger without even trying. Because of this connection she usually gets along better with animals than with humans. However, she still tries! She does her best to get along with humans, and help everyone as much as she can. Lucia's aspirations are to become a vet, and she has been studying for this. However, because of this dedication for animals it seems the Perservers want her help.

Power Origin: Induction

Faction: Perserver

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