Age: 15 3/4
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Nationality: English
Powers: Able to form void-like weapons, (conjectures that it is constructed of Dark Matter, or Dark Energy), and either lock them spatially or in free motion.
Personality: Kind and considerate, he tend to leap before looking sometimes: but he puts heart into everything he does, whether it might be minor or major.
History: Not much to talk about, his parents paid for their son's exploits to become a master of, not just multiple fighting disciplines but also, martial weapon styles as well. He traveled across numerous country lines to learn from countless teachers... However. He was in the middle of a small town in the Middle East when he woke a bright light at his doorway in the middle of the night. And the next day, as he mock-practiced a style against a young student: his grip the on air seemed to be a little more firm. And when he brought the 'sword' down, it sliced him open. He took him to the village doctor to help him, but between the doctor's menial amount of medical supplies and an immune system deficiency the student harbored: he died soon after that day. Harpe knew what he had done, even if no one else did, he knew... and ran. Ran as far as he could, hoping no one was behind him. Later that year, a letter reached him in a hole-in-the-wall motel in Bulgaria where he was staying in secret. All it said? "If you want to know what happened in Syria, take the next boat to Cyprus." He gathered all of his things and carried them on board with him on a boat bound to Cyprus... As it actually took him to the Academy.
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Downside: He can only form weapons and perhaps shields, but his powers tend to activate sometimes unknowingly and activate more frequently if he is emotionally scattered.