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i will redo the app at some point i swear
cause this rn is ugly like a motherfucker--

_____________________________
FOR

Name: Peter Rumenov
Alias: Huntsman | shortened to Hunts
Age: 25
Gender: he/him
Nationality: Bulgarian
Height/Weight: 6'3/89 kg
Orientation: Bisexual (very)

Alliance: Fable
Position: Member
Division: Executioner
Weapon: Sniper rifle (modified to acomodate ability)

Ability: Saint of Gunpowder
Type: Sure looks Elemental to me

His power allows him to freely create explosives and bullets during battles, and greatly increases the damage caused by his gun's already loaded bullets.

Strengths:
-Always has Ammo at hand '
-Can conjure a grenade or a dynamite stick if he focuses enough and has enough time
-Can look like those cool guys walking away from the explosions
Weakneses: (+ weapon)
-Time frame: Each thing created by his ability takes a certain amount of time to be conjured and ready for usage, which follows a specific pattern:
*Bullet: 30 seconds
*Dynamite stick: Minute and a Half (90 seconds)
*Grenade - 4 minutes and a half (270 seconds)
-Singular conjuring: He can create only one thing at a time, and cannot pause and start conjuring another unless he's done
-Constant reload: His rifle needs to be reloaded after each shot, and if he has no pre-made stashes he can connect to it, he has to pause and conjure a bullet each time, which leaves him vulnerable
-Since this ability is connected to usage of firearms, it leaves the user with no physical protection or help in case of a close combat situation, unless the user specifically manually trained for that too
-Gunpowder exhaustion: His ability to conjure is not unlimited. At the time of usage and consequitively, he can create as much 100 bullets. If he wishes to create other stuff, they narrow down to 20 grenades, or 10 dunamite sticks, and if he wishes to mixup what he conjures, for each grenade he sacrifices 8 bullets he can conjure, or in case of the dynamite sticks - 10 bullets.

Personality traits: Tired™ | Special skills include, but not limited to: falling asleep at any point of day in any position ever and drinking 17 espressos in the span of an hour to finally be awake | 90% Noodle and Bad Decisions™ | Adrenaline junkie | Curious to a fault | Zero Self-preservation skills | Is known to trip over thin air, smack into walls and doors, and apologise to them without realizing | When awake is cheery, adores everyone | Stronk Hugs™ | Justice!!! | Always ready to help, though not always having idea how to do it, which often results into the opposite | Oh well, A+ for effort, i guess

Likes: Coffee | Sleeping | Hugs | His Hat | Trouble
Dislikes: Being woken up | Close Combat | Blood (sickens him) | Extensive amount of perfume thrown around | Peanuts (has an allergy) | Snakes (deadly fear)

History:
Living calmly in his family's farm was all Peter Rumenov wanted from life. He wasn't one to wish for adventure, or being a hero, or saving the world. No sir, he just wanted to sit tight, take care of his lettuce and milk the family cows. For a while it seemed like his dream would come true, which was what he wanted and he was happy.
Living in his secluded farm, he had only heard stories of the Alium and their special, otherwordly powers, but he never felt neither disgust, or fear, or even excitedment, nor did he ever imagine being in their place. As long as they didn't hurt anyone, and stayed away from his family's property, they were okay in his book.

If only things stayed that way.

It wasn't uncommon for bandits to lurk the forests near the farm. In fact, more often than not, he had to defend it, along with his father and a pair of old, beat-up Winchester rifles - and this much training made him an exellent shot. One fateful night, however, something happened. Something that would plague his mind for years and make him curse to the high heavens and at whoever was up there who was responsible for this
.
It was well past midnight, and Peter was attempting to get some rest, before another day of work, when the sound of explosions broke his peaceful slumber and he jumped up from his bed to see the fires somewhere in the forest, painting with their orange hues the blackness of the night. Quickly jumping up and picking up his rifle and bullets, the teenager ran out of the house and into the forest, before finding the source of the explosions and the shooting. Hiding behind a tree and watching what was happening, he saw the thugs having cornered a wounded, elderly man, who shot through his guns in vain, despite not having bullets.
It made his blood boil, and so Peter fired at the thugs, injuring some and scarng the others, and saw all of them abscond.
After making sure that they were going to bother the man no more, Peter took him to the farm and nursed his wounds, but not before finding out the man was an Alium, and one who possessed two powers. He called one f them "Saint of Gunpowder", and, from what Peter gathered, was the one that created the explosions that fateful night. Peter soon became endorsed in the man's stories about the Alium, how he escaped the Penitentiary, and this mysterious organization the he would not share the name of, which helped those like him.

And while Peter loved the man like his own grandfather, his parents were not on the same page, and for that, they called for the Hounds. Mere minutes before they burst in, the elderly exclaimed that he would rather be dead than caught again in that casket, and stabbed himself, but not before revealing that his second power was to transfer his first one, passing it off to Peter.

The process of accepting an ability when you did not have the genes for it was a painful one, and for a while after he was cught Peter felt like burning on the inside. He couldn't even contain the power most of the time, which was why he lost his arm - he exploded it when he attempted to create a grenade.
Being in that casket gave him alot of time to think, and once he was released by the organization known as Fable, he was a changed man.
He trained, and trained, and trained, until he finally became in sync with his new ability, and joined the Executioners, as to repay the kindness that his saviours showed him.

Extra Info:
-Coffee is Lord Jesus Christ, the alarm clock is Satan
-Can and will trade his left kidney for an espresso most of the time
-Light smoker
-Has a metal arm - lost his original one
-Tell him a pun and he'll love you forever
-Scratch that, he'll love you forever in general
-Sleeps with a linen sheet and his left foot out of the covers regardless of season
-Eats was too much for a person of his stature, but burns 90% of that in using his ability
-Sweet Tooth Extraordinaire
-Theme song : Reason Living by Screen Mode (Bungou Stray Dogs Season 2 opening) youtu.be/QTxPNnMc3QU
-Voice claim: Mamoru Miyano (in the role of Osamu Dazai, Bungou Stray Dogs) youtu.be/rjynFw5-mbA

Description

i will redo the app at some point i swear
cause this rn is ugly like a motherfucker--

_____________________________
FOR

Name: Peter Rumenov
Alias: Huntsman | shortened to Hunts
Age: 25
Gender: he/him
Nationality: Bulgarian
Height/Weight: 6'3/89 kg
Orientation: Bisexual (very)

Alliance: Fable
Position: Member
Division: Executioner
Weapon: Sniper rifle (modified to acomodate ability)

Ability: Saint of Gunpowder
Type: Sure looks Elemental to me

His power allows him to freely create explosives and bullets during battles, and greatly increases the damage caused by his gun's already loaded bullets.

Strengths:
-Always has Ammo at hand '
-Can conjure a grenade or a dynamite stick if he focuses enough and has enough time
-Can look like those cool guys walking away from the explosions
Weakneses: (+ weapon)
-Time frame: Each thing created by his ability takes a certain amount of time to be conjured and ready for usage, which follows a specific pattern:
*Bullet: 30 seconds
*Dynamite stick: Minute and a Half (90 seconds)
*Grenade - 4 minutes and a half (270 seconds)
-Singular conjuring: He can create only one thing at a time, and cannot pause and start conjuring another unless he's done
-Constant reload: His rifle needs to be reloaded after each shot, and if he has no pre-made stashes he can connect to it, he has to pause and conjure a bullet each time, which leaves him vulnerable
-Since this ability is connected to usage of firearms, it leaves the user with no physical protection or help in case of a close combat situation, unless the user specifically manually trained for that too
-Gunpowder exhaustion: His ability to conjure is not unlimited. At the time of usage and consequitively, he can create as much 100 bullets. If he wishes to create other stuff, they narrow down to 20 grenades, or 10 dunamite sticks, and if he wishes to mixup what he conjures, for each grenade he sacrifices 8 bullets he can conjure, or in case of the dynamite sticks - 10 bullets.

Personality traits: Tired™ | Special skills include, but not limited to: falling asleep at any point of day in any position ever and drinking 17 espressos in the span of an hour to finally be awake | 90% Noodle and Bad Decisions™ | Adrenaline junkie | Curious to a fault | Zero Self-preservation skills | Is known to trip over thin air, smack into walls and doors, and apologise to them without realizing | When awake is cheery, adores everyone | Stronk Hugs™ | Justice!!! | Always ready to help, though not always having idea how to do it, which often results into the opposite | Oh well, A+ for effort, i guess

Likes: Coffee | Sleeping | Hugs | His Hat | Trouble
Dislikes: Being woken up | Close Combat | Blood (sickens him) | Extensive amount of perfume thrown around | Peanuts (has an allergy) | Snakes (deadly fear)

History:
Living calmly in his family's farm was all Peter Rumenov wanted from life. He wasn't one to wish for adventure, or being a hero, or saving the world. No sir, he just wanted to sit tight, take care of his lettuce and milk the family cows. For a while it seemed like his dream would come true, which was what he wanted and he was happy.
Living in his secluded farm, he had only heard stories of the Alium and their special, otherwordly powers, but he never felt neither disgust, or fear, or even excitedment, nor did he ever imagine being in their place. As long as they didn't hurt anyone, and stayed away from his family's property, they were okay in his book.

If only things stayed that way.

It wasn't uncommon for bandits to lurk the forests near the farm. In fact, more often than not, he had to defend it, along with his father and a pair of old, beat-up Winchester rifles - and this much training made him an exellent shot. One fateful night, however, something happened. Something that would plague his mind for years and make him curse to the high heavens and at whoever was up there who was responsible for this
.
It was well past midnight, and Peter was attempting to get some rest, before another day of work, when the sound of explosions broke his peaceful slumber and he jumped up from his bed to see the fires somewhere in the forest, painting with their orange hues the blackness of the night. Quickly jumping up and picking up his rifle and bullets, the teenager ran out of the house and into the forest, before finding the source of the explosions and the shooting. Hiding behind a tree and watching what was happening, he saw the thugs having cornered a wounded, elderly man, who shot through his guns in vain, despite not having bullets.
It made his blood boil, and so Peter fired at the thugs, injuring some and scarng the others, and saw all of them abscond.
After making sure that they were going to bother the man no more, Peter took him to the farm and nursed his wounds, but not before finding out the man was an Alium, and one who possessed two powers. He called one f them "Saint of Gunpowder", and, from what Peter gathered, was the one that created the explosions that fateful night. Peter soon became endorsed in the man's stories about the Alium, how he escaped the Penitentiary, and this mysterious organization the he would not share the name of, which helped those like him.

And while Peter loved the man like his own grandfather, his parents were not on the same page, and for that, they called for the Hounds. Mere minutes before they burst in, the elderly exclaimed that he would rather be dead than caught again in that casket, and stabbed himself, but not before revealing that his second power was to transfer his first one, passing it off to Peter.

The process of accepting an ability when you did not have the genes for it was a painful one, and for a while after he was cught Peter felt like burning on the inside. He couldn't even contain the power most of the time, which was why he lost his arm - he exploded it when he attempted to create a grenade.
Being in that casket gave him alot of time to think, and once he was released by the organization known as Fable, he was a changed man.
He trained, and trained, and trained, until he finally became in sync with his new ability, and joined the Executioners, as to repay the kindness that his saviours showed him.

Extra Info:
-Coffee is Lord Jesus Christ, the alarm clock is Satan
-Can and will trade his left kidney for an espresso most of the time
-Light smoker
-Has a metal arm - lost his original one
-Tell him a pun and he'll love you forever
-Scratch that, he'll love you forever in general
-Sleeps with a linen sheet and his left foot out of the covers regardless of season
-Eats was too much for a person of his stature, but burns 90% of that in using his ability
-Sweet Tooth Extraordinaire
-Theme song : Reason Living by Screen Mode (Bungou Stray Dogs Season 2 opening) youtu.be/QTxPNnMc3QU
-Voice claim: Mamoru Miyano (in the role of Osamu Dazai, Bungou Stray Dogs) youtu.be/rjynFw5-mbA