Name
{ Omega Magnum }
Age
{ Fourteen }
Gender
{ Male }
Role
{ Weapon }
Weapon Form
{ A Cracking Fifties Rifle With Green Hilt and Rusting Metal. }
Personality
With a head full of pictures and a mouth full of nothing, Omega is extraordinarily quiet for a boy of his age. He has a hard time with emotions. They are a difficult thing for Omega to grasp. Not something he embraces. Not something he allows to leave his well-carved shell. He is knowledgeable enough to know the hard, dark side of the world, and has been there and back. He prefers not to live pretending everything is happy, but he also doesnât want to disrupt the balance of people who do. He doesnât want to hurt anyone by enlightening them, so he keeps to himself, mostly. An animal lover, and introvert, Omega is actually extraordinarily good with scrapbooking and photography. He tends to preserve memories as such, good and bad. He has a thing for cold, hard, evidence, and likes to be the one who plays on the losing team. He likes to keep everything equal and defends the underdog, but will generally lose interest in their cause when theyâve become something that others care about. While very quiet, Omega is also extraordinarily passionate and obsessed with justice. He, however, tends to keep his mouth shut unless it needs opening.
Quirks
Omegaâs scrapbooking means his fingers are often covered in glue, and while thinking, he has picked up a habit of pulling at the skin on the tips of his fingers to free them from glue, whether the glue is actually present or not. He also has an affinity for always having an odd number of books and other objects with him at any given time. He canât stand even numbers.
Likes
- { History }
{ Odd Numbers }
{ Learning }
{ Justice/Law }
{ Books }
Dislikes
- { Emotions }
{ Romance/Friendship/Relationships }
{ Being Touched }
{ Illogical Thinking }
{ Even Numbers}
History
Born to two weapons, it was only logical that Omega would be a weapon. Most people, when they are children, are given a childhood. Are given the belief that everything fits in perfect little boxes and the gears of the world turn just so. This was not ever a thing that Omega was given. From a young age, he was taught in the ways of being wielded and his emotions and knowledge were groomed to perfection. He was trained as a weapon, not a person. A creature to blend with any mind and any soul. He was created to be a weapon and a weapon he would be. His parents never, although they themselves were weapons, thought he could be much more than what they had been. He was a tool, and was raised as such.
Motivation
{ âI will serve my meister better than any weapon ever could. I will become the ultimate tool if that is my purpose, and will restore a balance and social order completely ignored in todayâs times.â }
Weapon/Meister Partner
{Add later if applicable}
Theme Song
{ Thereâs a Reason These Tables Are Numbered, Honey, You Just Havenât Thought of it Yet by Panic! At the Disco }
Other
{ Probably Chrona }
