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info added //laughcries I'm deeply sorry for the endless amount of kagepro references in here

[ I'm your leader, got it? ]
Name: Florence, Gael
Alias: Parkour
Age: 18 years and kind no longer
Gender: A boy, no stronger
Birthday: October 27
Height/Weight: 5'8" | 124 lbs
Division: Hitmen
Weapon: Homemade explosives + basic martial arts
--- Makes his own bombs with the materials he can find.
--- It’s a variety of bombs. It could release smoke, a bright flash, or even stun an opponent.
--- He prefers the explosive type of bomb mostly because he likes the sound.
--- Whenever he runs out of bombs, he'll just go full out one-on-one on the monsters.
--- He'll most likely plan out a strategic retreat (run away)

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]

[ Socially Inept | Knowledgeable | Defiant | Ambitious | Pyromaniac | Wayfaring ]
As a leader, he'll try to act level headed and cool. He won't mince his words or even stutter. All of his awkwardness only shows when he's in a casual conversations. When it comes to talks of importance, he is of course going to act mature. Hey, a guy can try. Believe me, he's actually a dork with an unhealthy obsession with explosives.

Parkour is a rather socially awkward young man, truth be told. Social contact is something he tries to avoid, but when dragged into a conversation with strangers and acquaintances, he’ll mutter and divert his eyes a lot. When it comes to friends, sure he'll smile. Parkour can enjoy spending time with his tomodachi since he knows them well enough. Other than that... well it'll take a while for him to warm up to you.

If you try to pry about his secrets too much, Parkour will start to act rather defiant and mostly likely shout back, if not threaten to blow you up. He isn't really that angry of a person, but push the wrong buttons and he'll rage. Afterwards, he'll curl up into a ball, give you the silent treatment, and flat-out ignore you for as long as he wants. Believe me, he can hold a grudge. Maybe.
Likes: [ Soft drinks | Pepperoni Pizza | Chemistry + History | The sound of explosions | Video games | Music ]
Dislikes: [ Surprises | Prolong silence | Limited personal space | Being abandoned | No Wi-Fi ]

[ H I S T O R Y ]
"I've been pretty much everywhere, from Venice to Beijing to Ontario. Everywhere."

Throughout the majority of his life, Parkour has been on the move. With all the traveling that he’s done, you could consider an airplane being his home. He was homeschooled by his parents, his mother being a scientist while his father was an archaeologist. It should be obvious that his best subjects are history and science, or more specifically chemistry. Parkour has a habit of mixing up chemicals in any laboratory that his mother works at. He enjoys performing experiments, as well as making explosions with the substances. Don’t worry, he makes sure to have proper supervision from one of the scientists. He wear safety goggles as well.

The constant traveling gave Parkour the opportunity to see the sights, but not really interact with many children his age. Since he's mostly schooled at the various fancy hotels that he would stay at, he didn't really have the chance. It's either school at home, mess around in the lab with his mom, or explore excavation sights with his dad. That didn't stop him from traversing throughout the cities that they visited. As he grew older, Parkour gained permission to traverse through the streets. This gave him a chance to try his parkouring skills like he saw in the movies, especially in the market towns. Why don't we just call the kid Nathan Drake. He was rather exceptional at it as well. His parents were pretty lenient on what he did, they even joked around and nicknamed him Parkour.

It was the summer of 20XX. Parkour's mother had wanted to go to Japan for a month to spend some time with her relatives. His father wanted to explore the island nation, Parkour himself as well. Since the boy was now 18, he was legally allowed to run off on his own, which is what he did. He had accidentally dropped his old phone in a container of acid earlier the month, so decided to get the smartphone that had been the talk of the country. R I V O K A. It was pretty cool, he admits.

Parkour and his family were on their way home from the mall when the bombings happen. A large crowd had surged out from out of nowhere, and he and his parents were separated in the fray. Parkour wandered amidst the many strangers, calling out for his parents, hoping that they were alright. His voice was growing sore, but it wasn't long when he found his parents from afar. He tried to run to them, but stepping slightly off the path, he turned to see an oncoming car. With all the chaos, it's understandable for one to drive recklessly around. Crashing in from out of nowhere, Parkour was left on the street bleeding profusely, watching with dull eyes as his parents run away with the horde of people, never noticing their near-unconscious son due to the panic. He died that day.

[ O T H E R S ]
Fun facts:
--- Favourite color is Red. Feel free to give him a red scarf, he’ll cry
--- Doesn’t like people touching him. It’s an invasion of personal space, he says.
--- Touch his bombs and you die.
--- No joke he will explode you.
--- Ask for permission to borrow his explosives.
--- His barcode is located near the nape of his neck. He is secretly a titan
--- Has the tendency from stealing chemicals from the laboratory to make his explosives
--- May or may not be a distant descendant of Lucian and Yuka //off distant stare
--- Fluent in many languages since he traveled to many countries. He can even sign.
--- Likes to explore outside the lab, exploding scary monsters, making them go boom
--- He likes to sing.
--- There are burn marks on his back. Huh, wonder where those came from.

--- Voice claim: [ AJIKKO - Song: Summertime Record __ ]

--- Themes: Light 'em Up __ || The Phoenix __ || trick art !歌ってみた。 __||

--- Favorite songs: the entire Mekaku City Records __ || OVER __ ||
Relations:
--- [ Harumi Yamada ] -- second cousins twice removed
--- [ Thomas Masabuchi ] -- his stalker lik e n o wh y the heckie

Description

info added //laughcries I'm deeply sorry for the endless amount of kagepro references in here

[ I'm your leader, got it? ]
Name: Florence, Gael
Alias: Parkour
Age: 18 years and kind no longer
Gender: A boy, no stronger
Birthday: October 27
Height/Weight: 5'8" | 124 lbs
Division: Hitmen
Weapon: Homemade explosives + basic martial arts
--- Makes his own bombs with the materials he can find.
--- It’s a variety of bombs. It could release smoke, a bright flash, or even stun an opponent.
--- He prefers the explosive type of bomb mostly because he likes the sound.
--- Whenever he runs out of bombs, he'll just go full out one-on-one on the monsters.
--- He'll most likely plan out a strategic retreat (run away)

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]

[ Socially Inept | Knowledgeable | Defiant | Ambitious | Pyromaniac | Wayfaring ]
As a leader, he'll try to act level headed and cool. He won't mince his words or even stutter. All of his awkwardness only shows when he's in a casual conversations. When it comes to talks of importance, he is of course going to act mature. Hey, a guy can try. Believe me, he's actually a dork with an unhealthy obsession with explosives.

Parkour is a rather socially awkward young man, truth be told. Social contact is something he tries to avoid, but when dragged into a conversation with strangers and acquaintances, he’ll mutter and divert his eyes a lot. When it comes to friends, sure he'll smile. Parkour can enjoy spending time with his tomodachi since he knows them well enough. Other than that... well it'll take a while for him to warm up to you.

If you try to pry about his secrets too much, Parkour will start to act rather defiant and mostly likely shout back, if not threaten to blow you up. He isn't really that angry of a person, but push the wrong buttons and he'll rage. Afterwards, he'll curl up into a ball, give you the silent treatment, and flat-out ignore you for as long as he wants. Believe me, he can hold a grudge. Maybe.
Likes: [ Soft drinks | Pepperoni Pizza | Chemistry + History | The sound of explosions | Video games | Music ]
Dislikes: [ Surprises | Prolong silence | Limited personal space | Being abandoned | No Wi-Fi ]

[ H I S T O R Y ]
"I've been pretty much everywhere, from Venice to Beijing to Ontario. Everywhere."

Throughout the majority of his life, Parkour has been on the move. With all the traveling that he’s done, you could consider an airplane being his home. He was homeschooled by his parents, his mother being a scientist while his father was an archaeologist. It should be obvious that his best subjects are history and science, or more specifically chemistry. Parkour has a habit of mixing up chemicals in any laboratory that his mother works at. He enjoys performing experiments, as well as making explosions with the substances. Don’t worry, he makes sure to have proper supervision from one of the scientists. He wear safety goggles as well.

The constant traveling gave Parkour the opportunity to see the sights, but not really interact with many children his age. Since he's mostly schooled at the various fancy hotels that he would stay at, he didn't really have the chance. It's either school at home, mess around in the lab with his mom, or explore excavation sights with his dad. That didn't stop him from traversing throughout the cities that they visited. As he grew older, Parkour gained permission to traverse through the streets. This gave him a chance to try his parkouring skills like he saw in the movies, especially in the market towns. Why don't we just call the kid Nathan Drake. He was rather exceptional at it as well. His parents were pretty lenient on what he did, they even joked around and nicknamed him Parkour.

It was the summer of 20XX. Parkour's mother had wanted to go to Japan for a month to spend some time with her relatives. His father wanted to explore the island nation, Parkour himself as well. Since the boy was now 18, he was legally allowed to run off on his own, which is what he did. He had accidentally dropped his old phone in a container of acid earlier the month, so decided to get the smartphone that had been the talk of the country. R I V O K A. It was pretty cool, he admits.

Parkour and his family were on their way home from the mall when the bombings happen. A large crowd had surged out from out of nowhere, and he and his parents were separated in the fray. Parkour wandered amidst the many strangers, calling out for his parents, hoping that they were alright. His voice was growing sore, but it wasn't long when he found his parents from afar. He tried to run to them, but stepping slightly off the path, he turned to see an oncoming car. With all the chaos, it's understandable for one to drive recklessly around. Crashing in from out of nowhere, Parkour was left on the street bleeding profusely, watching with dull eyes as his parents run away with the horde of people, never noticing their near-unconscious son due to the panic. He died that day.

[ O T H E R S ]
Fun facts:
--- Favourite color is Red. Feel free to give him a red scarf, he’ll cry
--- Doesn’t like people touching him. It’s an invasion of personal space, he says.
--- Touch his bombs and you die.
--- No joke he will explode you.
--- Ask for permission to borrow his explosives.
--- His barcode is located near the nape of his neck. He is secretly a titan
--- Has the tendency from stealing chemicals from the laboratory to make his explosives
--- May or may not be a distant descendant of Lucian and Yuka //off distant stare
--- Fluent in many languages since he traveled to many countries. He can even sign.
--- Likes to explore outside the lab, exploding scary monsters, making them go boom
--- He likes to sing.
--- There are burn marks on his back. Huh, wonder where those came from.

--- Voice claim: [ AJIKKO - Song: Summertime Record __ ]

--- Themes: Light 'em Up __ || The Phoenix __ || trick art !歌ってみた。 __||

--- Favorite songs: the entire Mekaku City Records __ || OVER __ ||
Relations:
--- [ Harumi Yamada ] -- second cousins twice removed
--- [ Thomas Masabuchi ] -- his stalker lik e n o wh y the heckie