Hey! I'm really getting back into typing since my arms are better, so I started this as soon as the first chapter was done. Personally, out of my OC team, this one is my favorite and will be the main source of comedy in the story. This is more action, but he is one of the funnier characters I've made. Each of these are actually slightly altered version and dungeons and dragons characters I've played and playing this guy was a lot of fun.
I've received a few OC's so far, but keep them coming. I need enough to make another team or two, as well as characters who will show up throughout the story.
"We all hide behind masks, shields that protect who we really are from the rest of the world, so who are you to judge when I remove mine and show you who I really am."
Anthony sat on one of the bar stools of a small diner in downtown Vale, absent-mindedly stirring his soup. He was in one of the more dangerous parts of town, so the small resteraunt was empty besides himself, two waitresses and a few burly looking men laughing among themselves in the corner booth. It was dark out, but the workers and customers inside could see a couple dozen more men, most likely friends of the loud group in the corner, lounging around outside, smoking and scaring off other citizens.
Anthony ignored them, despite the heckling he received by the obnoxious men based around his outfit. He wore a gold trim, sleeveless tailed jacket with the four suits of a deck of cards in a diamond formation embroidered on the back. Underneath, he wore a sleeveless, white dress shirt tucked in a pair of black dress pants. In addition, he wore black, elbow-length gloves and grey, knee-length boots. On the counter beside him was a black and grey striped top hat and a white, comedy style theatre mask. His dirty blonde hair was lazily combed back so that it would not obstruct his slim face and bright green eyes. "Don't listen to them, hun," the older of the waitresses assured Anthony, "I think you look rather dapper. Are you some sort of performer?"
"Hunter in training," Anthony muttered in response, his eyes not leaving the swirling soup.
"Really? Hunting's a dangerous profession."
"Yep." Anthony rolled his eyes.
"Um, Pam?" The other waitress, a young red head tapped the older waitress on the shoulder.
"What is dear?" Pam smiled warmly back.
"Well, um, those men want refills on their coffee, but I don't want to go over there alone."
"Don't worry dear," Pam patted her coworker on the back, "I'm sure nothing'll happen."
"O-okay then," the younger waitress stuttered and walked over to the booth.
"She's a little skittish, but she's a sweet kid," Pam chuckled to herself.
"I'm sure she is," Anthony responded with a little annoyance in his voice.
Pam sighed and went back to work, but not even a moment passed when a loud shriek echoed throughout the diner. "LET GO!"
From the corner, the younger waitress screeched as the men grabbed her and tried to pull her on the table. "C'mon babe, we just want to have a little fun," one of the men snickered.
Pam rushed over to where Anthony sat. "Please go help her! The police won't get here for at least ten minutes. You're a hunter, right?"
"It's not my problem," Anthony grunted.
"But, but..." Pam could only watch in disbelief as the men pulled her coworker onto the table and held her down.
A cup sailed through the air and hit Anthony in the back of the head. "That's right clown, you keep out of it," the men laughed.
Pam turned back to Anthony to see his arms fall limp and his face go blank. After a few seconds, a large grin spread across the hunters face as he reached for his hat and mask. "What should we do with her first?" one of the thugs holding the waitress down asked.
"I think we should-" another was cut off when Anthony, his outfit complete, poked his head in between to of the men.
"Hey there!" Anthony excitedly greeted.
"What the hell!?" the men all jumped, startled.
"Now you just called me a clown, and I think I need to clarify. I'm a harlequin, not a clown."
One of the men stood up and and faced the intruder of their fun. "So what's the difference?" he asked menacingly.
"Well you see, a clown gets made a fool of," Anthony replied, ducking when the man swung a fist, spinning and coming up with an uppercut to the man's chin, "While a harlequin makes a fool of others!"
The large man went at least a foot into the air before landing and collapsing on the ground. Anthony grabbed his stomach, pointed and laughed maniacally as the other men rose from their seats and surrounded him. "So now that's cleared up...," Anthony wiped an imaginary tear from his mask.
"You're in trouble now," a second man went to punch the young harlequin.
"Why? Do I do something wrong?" Anthony asked with complete innocence as he dodged the punch.
"You hurt are buddy over there," another man growled as he tried to grab Anthony.
"Was I not suppose to?" Anthony ducked under the arms. "He does have that 'beat the crap out of me' kind of face."
Anthony paused for a moment to laugh at his own joke as the last man took the opportunity to hit him from behind. Before the fist could make contact though, Anthony stopped it with his palm, grabbed the mans wrist and flipped him into his friend. Both landed on the ground heavily and passed out while the remaining thug went to grab Anthony in bear hug. Anthony rolled onto his back and caught the man in the stomach with the heels of his boots. His hands reached into his jacket and he pulled out twin flintlocks connected by chain. Giggling, Anthony pulled the triggers and two powerful blast fire from the barrels and sent the thug flying out the window. Doing a front flip out of the newly made hole, Anthony landed on the unconscious man's belly and threw his arms into the air. "Ta-da!"
Around him, the other thugs growled, pulling out their knives and bats. "Not impressed?" Anthony looked around. "Hm. Tough crowd. Next time I should set myself on fire. Wait, would that hurt?"
As Anthony pondered the merits of being on fire, one of the men charged him with his bat raised. Anthony leaped into the air and bounced off the attackers head, flipping up side down and twirling mid-air. As he spun, he pulled out his flintlocks again and fired in every direction, not aiming at anything in particular. Half of the men dropped by the time the mad man landed back on his feet. The went to attack, but Anthony spun his guns in his hands, switching them to their dagger forms. In close combat, Anthony quickly disposed his attackers until there were two left. Anthony threw one of his daggers, the blade accelerated by a shot coming from the handle. The dagger stuck itself into one of the thugs shoulders and Anthony tugged sharply on the chain, causing the man to stumble forward. When he was close enough, Anthony turned the other dagger into the flintlock and pistol whipped the man, knocking him to the ground. Before the thug could even recover, Anthony shot him, killing him instantly.
The last man went to stab the hunter from behind, but Anthony ducked and rolled backwards between his legs. Anthony kicked out his leg into the back of the thugs leg, forcing him to his knees. Standing up, Anthony wrapped the chain of his weapon around the man's neck and started to choke him. "Hey now! You don't want to go out like this, do ya? Come on, you can do it, you can... Oh... He couldn't do it. whoops."
The two waitresses emerged from the diner, looking at the scene before them in wonder. Anthony scratched his head and pointed to the dead man in front of him. "Uh... he did it."
Here's the summary for Anthony.
Name: Anthony Stripes
Race: Human
Appearance: (Covered)
Weapon Name: Insanity Maelstrom
Weapon Capabilities: Twin flintlocks that are connected by a five foot long chain. Each flintlock can transform into a dagger.
Semblance: Unknown
Fighting Style: None. Anthony can go from precise and elegant to psychotic and brutish to a pacifist. There is no pattern to how he fights and it seems nothing influences it, not even risk to his own safety.
Personality: Split personality. Sometimes Anthony is moody, cold and calculating, other times he is erratic, hyperactive and random. There is no clear trigger to what switches him and each one remembers every event the other experiences, but each insists that the other does not exist. (He will say he never jokes when he's serious and life is all about fun when he's' lost his mind).