Indi fut légèrement mécontent de la réponse de Garrett, mais comprit ce qu'il faisait. Donc il n'était pas complètement idiot, il semblait. Mais il était encore en partie idiot, parce qu'il a demandé à Indi ce qu'il pouvait faire. Indi s'est levé léthargiquement, et s'est cassé le dos, avant de répondre. "Bien essayé. Il semble que nous sachions tous les deux ce qui se passe ici. On se voit de l'autre côté, Shakespeare." Il a dit, avant de frapper ouvrir la porte à l'intérieur du vaisseau aérien, et de marcher à l'intérieur.
Indi a fait son chemin vers le couloir principal du vaisseau aérien. Il a pris son sac, et a cherché d'autres choses à faire, ils avaient encore un peu de chemin à faire, probablement. Il y avait encore cette fille tranquille, avec ce drôle de cow-boy qui se penchait contre un mur métallique. Ils avaient l'air assez intéressants pour parler, mais en toute honnêteté, il était plus enclin à parler à la nana. Il a décidé d'attraper ses affaires cette fois. Juste parce que c'était une école prestigieuse ne voulait pas dire qu'il était le seul voleur à bord. Il s'est approché d'eux et s'est servi d'un générique, "Sup?"
Name: Indigo Skorzeny
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:


That purple thing wrapped around his waist is his plaid jacket, and a small satchel. I have no idea why he carries the jacket around; He never wears the thing, except on his waist.



Sorry about the weird tan stuff on the arms. The jacket didn't really sync up with his body, but I loved it so much I just had to use it.

Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature or perverted in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Hiding behind his jester-like persona is a ruthless combatant. He hates being out of the spotlight, and this is why he constantly acts out of the ordinary to draw attention to himself, and why he is so competitive. He thinks the way to fame and glory is atop a pile of Grimm corpses, and human ones, need be.
History: Indi was born to a powerful hunter, and a mechanic named Max. Soon after he was born, Indi's mother left, leaving Indi with his father. Max was always wrapped up in his work, trying hard to give him and his son enough money to live comfortably. Unfortunately, this meant Max was almost always working late, and ignoring his son. His son, on the other hand, wasn't doing well either. He wasn't doing to hot in school, probably because he didn't try very hard, and got into fights frequently.
Flash forward a few years. Indi was in a fighting academy, similar to Signal academy. He had made two friends, the King twins, Redd and Silvia. They were master weapon smiths in the making, and helped him in creating the Boreas Gloves. During one of his last tests though, he injured another student so bad, they had to be hospitalized and might never recover. This, combined with other infractions, landed him an expulsion. With his dreams of becoming a master hunter crushed, he turned to crime. He did some "favors" for some local mob bosses, and gained a forged set of records.
Semblance: Can't Touch This! - Indi can become intangible, for a short amount of time.
Weapon: Boreas Gloves - Indi's weapon is a pair of gloves, with fans in the fingertips and palms of each. These fans can suck and blow with as much force as a bullet, and with them, he can fly. These gloves have razor-sharp blades on the knuckle, and the back of the hand is studded, to deflect attacks. The glove's wrists are also metal, and click into place, so the gloves never fall of at an inopportune time.
Theme: Overdrive
Special thanks to Lugubrious for the emblem.