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Name: Wulfgar Rom Age: 31 Occupation: Bounty hunter, ex-Imperial Species: Unknown, presumably human or similar Powers/Abilities: Wears the Garou armor, a beskar-cortosis weave marvel of technology that enhances the individual combat capabilities of the wearer. Can withstand with some...

Gunnar's nose, being millions of times more sensitive than a human's, immediately picked up on the smell of the sewer. Luckily for him, Adehntu didn't have a typical sewer system and the sewers were notably cleaner than anywhere else in the world. Didn't change that it smelled like shit, but it...

Can I fit? he puzzled, glancing at the nearest grate. Gunnar was much taller and much wider than the men who could fit in a manhole, but opening up a grate by force would leave tracks and unanswerable questions for the citizens and police of Adehntu. That said, Johnny was right that Gunnar would...

Gunnar felt the hand of Johnny's Stand Spark on his shoulder and slowly turned his head to look at the boy. Young, maybe half Gunnar's age, a little more. Just a kid. Not that Gunnar was some kind of grizzled veteran at this point, but Johnny had to be inexperienced. Gunnar saw this as an...

Gunnar had been unable to catch up with Jacks and MJ--which was fortunate for them when Jacks was able to save the two with a quick-thinking adaptation using her powers. But Gunnar was left diving, and quickly flared out his huge wings to slow himself down. With a snap like windblown canvas...

Watcher had ignored, purposefully, several other stimuli up to this point. The drones, the pleas, even MJ tagging along with Jacks when it'd interrupted her attack. Remaining aloof, as a predator, put prey at ease, made them think you weren't coming for them. It made them easier to surprise when...

Gunnar was hungry. He was bestial. He was out of control. But he was not stupid. Gunnar's atavistic side had briefly dealt with Jacks's gravity powers earlier and been stuck to the ceiling, playing backseat cave bat to Gunnar's upside-down escapade. Gunnar reared quickly--more quickly than it...

The room had cleared before his anti-grav wore off, and Gunnar laid for the most part forgotten against the beams near the ceiling when the feeling of wrongness began to fade. His hunger was reaching a breaking point, and his atavism with it. He dropped to the floor soundlessly but for the...

Gunnar spun head-over-heels as Jacks's gravity planted him directly on the ceiling, his momentum carrying him into the latticework of steel beams and concrete supporting the sewer system. He was hitting the structures hard, denting the steel in places and cracking concrete with his upwards fall...

Gunnar was snapped out of his trance as the officer hit the floor. His stomach grumbled, a loud, wet gurgle that would be audible to everyone in the room. "Hood?" he couldn't make the "f" sound without exterior lips, but he hoped what he'd said could be understood well enough to be a question...

Gunnar's response to the goings-on was to thunder out a sigh like a large dog, a protracted "huhnnnnnnnn" that he accentuated by reclining fully to a back-leaning crouch, the end of his long tail flicking from side to side. He wasn't even aware that he was doing it--he barely knew he possessed a...

Gunnar shuffled on his feet awkwardly as he was referred to as "that." Understandable, yes. Enjoyable, no. He made a couple huffing sounds that could've been sighs of indignation or resignation and looked anywhere but to where the girl was, floating on the dark ceiling which to Gunnar looked...

Gunnar grumbled something that didn't consist of any particular words, then sat forward, putting more weight on his forelimbs as though rocking forward in concentration or frustration. "I... ant to ee ee agan." He struggled here, getting the words out as well as he could, though the deep...

Gunnar woke up groggily, blinking away the fatigue from his impromptu nap in a few moments. He could feel some kind of weight on his head, and he reached up to try to find what it was--a pillow he'd accidentally speared on his horn as he slept. "Oooohhhhh," he rumbled, still unsure of exactly...

Gunnar Garrett, Ph.D., had never been a leader. His parents had pressured him into science--his greatest rebellion was going into zoology instead of medicine. But that was only because it hadn't really mattered which scientific field he'd gone into, as long as he became a doctor. Their advice...

Gunnar was perhaps farthest from the flashbang at the time it went off, but all the same, he might've been the most adversely affected. His hearing was not only impeccable, but indeed, thousands of times more sensitive than a human's. He'd felt pretty satisfied with himself in the moments...

Gunnar's hearing was impeccable, and he didn't appreciate being referred to as "that poor bloke." He opened his mouth to speak, meekly, to the man, something like "I don't appreciate being referred to that way," but it came out sounding more like "AONARERETAY" in the high-pitched cry of an...

Gunnar's eyelids fluttered open, his pupils widening to adjust to the low red light of the room. Gunnar felt the ravenous hunger borne of this isolation following... the incident. Gunnar struggled to remember what had happened. All he remembered was gingerly placing Deborah, the green anole...

Name: Dr. Gunnar Garrett Appearance (pic or description): Age: 32 Occupation (if any): Zoologist Power(s): Flight via large bat-like wings, claws on hands and feet can break into and find purchase on surfaces rivaling the hardness of steel, telescopic vision like a hawk, superior...

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