Harkas

Is from a place with birds that sing differently than the birds where I am

Altea

Name: Gerrant Age: 19 Gender: Male Class, Level: Harbinger, 1 Stats and Skills: HP : 20 (+6) APB:10 APR: 2 (+1) POW: 2 (+1) DEF: 0 (+3) ACC: 0 (+3) SPD: 2 (+2) WIT: 1 (+3) STA: 0 (+3) Tier 1: Ice Armor Tier 2: Tier 3: Tier 4: General 1: General 2: General 3: General 4: Equipment (Weapon/Other): Discs Appearance: Gerrant stands at five foot seven inches and sports hazel hair with a surprisingly natural green streak zigzagging down the middle. He wears a hooded green jacket, which is usually unzipped but the hood is almost always up, over his black t-shirt and blue jeans. He suffers from partial heterochromia in both eyes, the two colors being green and blue. Personality: Having somehow managed to live alone for some time he's accepted loneliness as a part of daily life and is also somewhat self-sufficient. He doesn't like to get close to people because of his treatment due to not only being a Harbinger, but also as a water manipulator; however that does not mean he's opposed to interaction with others. Backstory: At the age of thirteen Gerrant was discovered to be able to manipulate water. Thankfully he lived in Pulcres when he was discovered although he was still taken from his family and placed under guard when he was discovered to be a Harbinger. During his time under guard he met another Harbinger who was determined on escaping from their more or less containment before they could be shipped to Arcalon and was roped in his plans. Eventually, during one of the many sabotages on the city, the other Harbinger and Gerrant put their plan into motion but during the escape the other Harbinger overused his abilities and was caught and Gerrant escaped alone. He doesn't know why but he was forced to the outskirts of Arcalon where others were when he tried to enter the city and was told to wait for further instructions.

Oh Shi- *hastily summons all lunatic+ enemies* Defend me! *watches as epic battle rages and throws a levin sword*

TBH I wanted someone to respond with "HOLD IT! you can't do that!" Anyway... *Catches and gives to limitbreaker+max strength Say'ri* Start killing things! *Throws Naga*

*Uses an OBJECTION! to deflect the hand axe* TAKE THAT! *Throws FoD 3 two days ahead of schedule*

*Catches* Good thing I class changed to Dreadfighter and maxed Axes... *Goes on Axe Rampage* *Throws enemies killed during Axe Rampage*

*Catches and gives to Cordelia* "Is this breasplate a lie if you wear it?" *Throws res +10 and a maxed out in magic risen sage with counter*

*Catches* "Interesting item I've got..." *burns it* *Throws Fredrick's fear of bear meat*

(The 100th reply will be mine!) As I look through the crowd I notice the vendor but I'm unsure what to do. The medic said not to waste time but the vendor did in some inadvertent way help me so I figure I should help him, right? I give a meaningful look to the medic and motion towards the vendor. He gives me a confused look at first but when he sees the vendor he just shrugs and continues walking forward into the sea of people that are moving out of our way screaming like it's them who are hurt. Figuring that was a "do whatever" response from him I call out the vendor. "Hey are you looking for something?"

*Moves like Jagger to dodge the witch(?) and catches the tome* Now for some TundahBolt! *Fires a TundahBolt*

Equips Res +10 with maxed res *lance bursts into flames due to failing to harm me* *throws the burnt flame lance and a shorted out bolt axe*

Huh what did you do I can't see any- Oof! *gets run over by Kellam* Huh what was that? Why am I here? *Unknowingly throws Avatar's Amneisa*

Is that Lunatic + Grima? If so *runs away as Grima chases me* *Throws Book of Naga at Grima but misses*

(Hey what's wrong with Cordelia in a bikini?) *Catches and force feeds it to Fredrick* *Throws the Fredrick and Avatar supports*

*Catches* Hmm I can use this to scoop soup... Severa make me a pie- I mean soup! "Throw's Severa's unbridled rage so it's not directed at me*

*incinerates with Valflame Falaflame* Ha that trick won't work on me! *Throws Cordelia breastplate - of LIES! :o -*

*Uses the seashells to decorate Cordelia's lances to make them more aerodynamic* "But wait that was a lie... That somehow resulted in Avatar getting kissed..." *Throws Avatar's "romantic offensive of overwhelming proportions" that was personally suggested by Cordelia*

*catches and gives to Priam* *throws Tharja's curtain tent flap o' censure-ship*

"Um, thanks," I awkwardly thank the man. "But why are you helping me- us?" I inwardly sigh, this day has been by far the most confusing of my life.

*Catches* I've got too many of these things... *Re-throws Finn's Lance*

Please, I'm on Lunatic +/classic *gets crit by random enemy* No I was invinceble... *throws lunatic +/classic final boss at NP*

"Well that can't be good" I think to myself. "Looks like I was right about you not moving then." I sigh as I pick up the boy- no he's older than that I realize- and, with no small amount of effort, exit the building. At first no one notices me carrying a wounded man but that was because we were on a sidestreet. That changed when I re-entered Times Square; civilians started screaming and panicking. "Is everyone here scared of blood?" I ask myself, "bunch of pansies." However one man out of the crowd approaches. "Oh great, what now?" I think to myself.

I may be interested in this...

"Whoa, are you sure you can walk, let alone move?" I ask in alarm. "Crap it's worse than I thought..." I start to panic slightly but my five years of learning to survive by myself prevents me from going further down that path. "Here take my hand I'll carry you. It's your best chance for survival."