Winston aimait rester à l'arrière des foules et observer, contrairement à se mêler aux choses et se creuser dans un trou dans lequel il ne voulait pas être. C'est cette tendance exacte qu'il a montré quand le garçon à la hache a commencé à crier. Il a pris des notes mentales sur la hache, et les armes des filles; étant deux pistolets. Juste au cas où il aurait dû faire face à eux dans le futur. Un étudiant a essayé d'intervenir et de « sauver » la demoiselle en détresse, quelque chose que Winston a trouvé plutôt amusant.
"Elle est probablement aussi forte ou plus forte que lui, et il la traite toujours comme si elle était impuissante. Peut-être qu'il est nouveau." Il a réfléchi tranquillement à lui-même, tandis qu'une autre fille a crié quelque chose sur la fille qui a gagné. Ses précautions antérieures de noter leurs capacités ont été rendues inutiles lorsque les flèches ont commencé à germer hors d'eux, apparemment de nulle part. Les étudiants ont dû être transportés dans des civières, tandis que l'envoi des projectiles a été pris par la sécurité. Un homme qu'il ne voyait pas a commencé à lui parler, et l'a conduite au bureau disciplinaire.
"Oh bien, moins de compétition. Elle avait l'air d'être difficile à dépasser, bonne chose qu'elle soit partie maintenant." L'esprit analytique de Winston a créé la situation en sa faveur, il avait une façon de le faire. Il a réajusté son sac de livre et a commencé sur le chemin de la classe, passé deux personnes apparemment prendre part à une entrevue se dirigeant dans la même direction. Il a dirigé l'un d'eux en discutant des pouvoirs de son bras noble, « Des rochers infinis? Ça a l'air ridicule, mais pas aussi utile dans la bataille." Il a fait une note mentale de la puissance de la fille, avant de glisser sur l'eau restante du concierge et trébucher à droite dans la fille.
"Oh mon Dieu, je suis désolée, mademoiselle. C'était un accident, ça va? Sa réponse était courte et bien réfléchie, ce qu'elle ne savait pas, c'est que le moment où il l'a touchée, il a mis un plan en mouvement. Alors qu'il s'est "battu", il a placé une des balles que son noble bras utilise dans sa poche, qui est passée complètement inaperçue. "J'espère qu'elle ne possède pas beaucoup de pantalons, ou c'était complètement inutile." Il a pensé à lui-même comme il s'est excusé.
Name: Winston Abraham
Age: 17
Nationality: Canadian
Noble Arm Name & Appearance:


Falling Star
Noble Arm Abilities: The Colt 1911 pistol that Winston possesses isn't like any other fire arm. He has two options; he can let the bullet travel to its destination and explode, or he can teleport to the bullet at any point provided it is no more than twenty feet from him. This still applies even if the bullet is embedded in a target, allowing him to appear behind someone after shooting them. The explosion radius of his bullets is roughly eight feet in diameter, capable of obliterating a target. However Winston isn't immune to this explosion and could blown up by his own bullets if he isn't careful.
Personality:
*Likes: Numbers and equations, written work, being correct/winning at something, chemistry, target practice
*Dislikes: Sports, teamwork, losing/being wrong, having to explain himself, world history, salads
Fears: Spiders, Heights, Blowing himself up with his gun, girls
Bio: Winston is a model student, he's taken and passed several gifted intelligence classes and is regarded as a prodigy in mathematics and sciences as well as maintaining a steady 4.0 GPA average throughout his Canadian schooling. Coming from the family of an investment banker and mathematician he received little praise for his academic excellence, as it was expected from him. In fact he doesn't even consider himself overly intelligent, he's just under the impression that everyone else around him is simply stupid. Among the few hobbies Winston engaged in was fire arms and target practice, he enjoyed the feeling of holding a powerful weapon in hands. His father allowed his use of a gun when he was thirteen, taking notice of his level of responsibility; which was far beyond his age. Although he was only ever allowed to fire it at ranges, there was one within walking distance of his school. He never abandoned this practice and continued to work on his shot since his obtaining a small pistol from his father, after four years of dedicated practice he's become one hell of a shot. Winston was aware of his noble arm around his seventeenth birthday, when it came out of hyperspace to him during his nighttime homework session, he already knew a little about noble arms. They interested the young boy because of his hobby in weaponry, and he was thrilled when he realized that he was in possession of one such object. Furthermore, it was a gun! The only weapon he had any prowess in. He told his father about the incident, who in turn informed Winston that he would switching schools immediately; Winston knew better than to argue. His father looked around for a few nights for a school that could teach noble arm skills, before settling on a low tuition academy in the Philippines.
*Current Goal: To graduate the academy as the number one student.
Student Rank: 312