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Description
Paris is tall with medium length reddish hair that goes all over the place in a general downward direction. His most prominent facial feature? His piercing emerald eyes that stab out through his long bangs and always give off a smile. He is tall and thin, often wearing a loose shirt and jeans.
Personality
Paris is the most ingenious man you'll ever meet. Also probably the most immature. He enjoys practical jokes, but will always be there for you in a bind. He is friendly and sarcastic, very similar to Kisuke Urahara from Bleach. He often yawns a lot and smacks his friends in the back of the head, not afraid to call them stupid.
Equipment
Paris wields an ancient 6-shot revolver, modified of course. He has a data pad in his back pocket that can do a lot with a little.
History
The World's most eccentric research and development member, he heads his own lab, with no one but himself and his artificially intelligent robotic turtle. He and England go back a long time, and are good friends. Closer than most brothers even, though you wouldn't know it by the way the two go at each other. He has developed some of the most strange but surprisingly practical devices you will ever find.
"Would you really leave your friend to go bar-hopping alone? That stings!" a voice calls out, trailing off into laughter at the end as a body is kicked through the door.
Paris laughed and entered the bar, long legs stepping over any clutter that might be on the ground. "Oh you pansy! You're getting soft, Devil's boy!" he walked over and helped his friend up. "Heya Manny!" he waved
Paris snickered hard. "Aw, C'mon Manny! It's better than 'Saigo' isn't it?" he ambled up to Mansaigo and Amber Lockheart. "Well hello there!" he bowed to Amber
Paris cocked his brow at his friends most undignified exit. "Well then..."
Paris "If i may?" he motioned to kiss her hand. "Nice baloons. What kinda propulsion system do they use?"
Paris looked over the girl. "Ooh...You're one of the Boatum's, aren't you?"
Paris winked. "Name's Paris...uh you may know me as...umm..." he taps his chin..."ah! Va'ras man'lek."
Paris smiled widely. "Ah so my reputation precedes me! yay!" does a short little spinning happy-dance. "Trust me, I'm not gonna boil your flesh off and synthesize it..."
Paris snorts. "ow..." he grabs his nose. "Anyways. Don' worry. I'm here to help you."
Paris "You don't wanna be a weapon anymore, correct?" he pulled out a little datapad. "What if I could make you a normal human AND you could keep your demons?"
Paris nodded, grinnign. "I've been studying like a good little school boy..."
Paris tapped his temple. "Just trust me."
Paris produced a datapad which he pressed against her forehead, and a hypodermic needle. "M'kay this isn't going to hurt one...little..." he slipped the needle into her arm which caused a brief but searing pain, "Bit!"
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