Strengths/Weaknesses: Klavier's passions are music and law, and he excels at both of them--he has a natural ear and a natural affinity for sound and rhythm, and an attention to detail that would rival anyone but his own brother's, and he has an endless, determined drive to succeed. His perfectionist nature and sharp wit serve him well, and he's a smart man--he's fast on his feet and, barring something related to his brother, impossible to keep down for very long. He's very adaptable, and--diva tantrums aside--if there's one thing Klavier is, it's determined. He's much more serious than he lets on. He keeps his public face on at all times, always conscious of how other people are going to perceive him. His image is very important to him, but results are even more so--just watch out for those perfectionist tantrums.
He's a very tough person--resilient, willful, and incredibly stubborn; don't think he'll hesitate to defend himself if he finds it comes down to it.
Himself, or anyone else who needs it.
For a man with such a huge blind spot, he can become awfully dedicated to the truth.
As far as weaknesses go, there's one big one: Klavier is absolutely wrapped about his older brother, Kristoph's, manipulative finger, and it does terrible, terrible things to his self-esteem--not to mention his mental security and emotional stability. While he's certainly full of ego in the public sphere and definitely very proud and confident on his own, once you put Klavier in the general vicinity of his brother, he begins to crumble, and becomes much, much smaller and a lot less... well, anything but his brother's willing puppet. He often bends to his brother's will without so much as a word of protest, sometimes without even reailsing he's doing it; he loves his brother, and believes (or wants to believe) that Kristoph feels the same, and will defend his elder sibling to the point of intractible stubbornness in nearly all situations. He can give Kristoph grief or complain about this or that characteristic if he wants to, but if anyone else tries, he shuts them down or argues in his brother's favour instantly. This specially one-sided relationship has developed to the point that there are great, giant cracks in his self-esteem, his worth very heavily influenced by his brother's incidental approval...or worse, disapproval. This isn't to say Klavier isn't independent--he is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially when he's away from Kristoph. And he definitely has the power to say no--he's defied his brother on more than one occasion, staunchly braving the wrath of his elder sibling in favour of an ideal of belief--and more often than not, this ideal is the truth.* But when it comes to family matters, Klavier is absolutely under his brother's thumb. He trusts Kristoph absolutely. And therein lies his downfall.
*In the last trial of his game (in the future, as far as my Klavier is concerned), he goes so far as to try his brother for murder... and convict him, with the help of Kristoph's own callousness and the newly-instated jury system. In the process, Kristoph's obsessive control and near-psychopathic tyranny come out into the open, forcing Klavier to confront exactly what sort of man he's trusted and believed in his entire life. So it's clear that Klavier is not quite the spineless puppet Kristoph would like him to be. It just takes extreme duress to change that.
Abilities: I mostly covered this in strengths--he's not supernatural, so unfortunately there's nothing truly special here.
Third Person: Leaving the town of Cherrygrove had been an uneventful affair--after two days' rest at the so-called Pokécentre, he was fully recovered and actually fairly restless, not to mention anxious to get someplace with a slightly larger venue.
Or just a decent population.
The first few days were relatively uneventful; there were attacks, yes--constantly, even, much to his irritation (the rattata that tried to walk off with his keys on the first night did not endear him to the local wildlife)--but he was getting used to it, in a perverse sort of way, and though they were certainly pitched and decidedly violent, none of the battles his grimer defended him in were anywhere near as horrifying or appalling as that first one he'd foolishly jumped into.
By Tuesday evening, however, he'd settled into a rhythm, and he walked at a steady pace while night fell, nursing a new tune that was birthing in the back of his mind, a heavy, hard rock and near-metal sort of thing with more guitar than vocals but plenty of keyboard. It had no name yet, but he was still in the early stages of it when it hit him.
Literally.
The impact was instantaneous--it came from nowhere, slamming into the side of his head with all the force and velocity that a 15 lb zubat can muster. He was literally knocked sideways, leathery wings beating in his face, the sharp fangs of the trapped Pokémon millimetres from his eye as it flailed desperately, the screeching audible even over his shouted curses while it struggled, Klavier battering at it in an attempt to get it off. His efforts only served to get it tangled worse, however, its long wings and round head wrapped painfully in his hair, actually ripping some of it from the roots.
It was effectively chance that he remembered--several minutes of strife and pain passed befoere he grabbed a Pokéball, fuelled by a flash of desperation and actual anger to make one last-ditch attempt to save his scalp from the monster currently shredding it.
Fortunately, it worked. Exhausted from its own panic, the bright red light of the Pokéball swallowed the zubat up, and while the ball rattled a few times in a frantic manner, it suddenly went still, the seal capturing it inside while Klavier sat in the dirt, his face marred by long red scratches that bled slightly, trickling down his cheeks and forehead.
Re: [CANON] Klavier Gavin || Ace Attorney || No Reserve
Strengths/Weaknesses: Klavier's passions are music and law, and he excels at both of them--he has a natural ear and a natural affinity for sound and rhythm, and an attention to detail that would rival anyone but his own brother's, and he has an endless, determined drive to succeed. His perfectionist nature and sharp wit serve him well, and he's a smart man--he's fast on his feet and, barring something related to his brother, impossible to keep down for very long. He's very adaptable, and--diva tantrums aside--if there's one thing Klavier is, it's determined. He's much more serious than he lets on. He keeps his public face on at all times, always conscious of how other people are going to perceive him. His image is very important to him, but results are even more so--just watch out for those perfectionist tantrums.
He's a very tough person--resilient, willful, and incredibly stubborn; don't think he'll hesitate to defend himself if he finds it comes down to it.
Himself, or anyone else who needs it.
For a man with such a huge blind spot, he can become awfully dedicated to the truth.
As far as weaknesses go, there's one big one: Klavier is absolutely wrapped about his older brother, Kristoph's, manipulative finger, and it does terrible, terrible things to his self-esteem--not to mention his mental security and emotional stability. While he's certainly full of ego in the public sphere and definitely very proud and confident on his own, once you put Klavier in the general vicinity of his brother, he begins to crumble, and becomes much, much smaller and a lot less... well, anything but his brother's willing puppet. He often bends to his brother's will without so much as a word of protest, sometimes without even reailsing he's doing it; he loves his brother, and believes (or wants to believe) that Kristoph feels the same, and will defend his elder sibling to the point of intractible stubbornness in nearly all situations. He can give Kristoph grief or complain about this or that characteristic if he wants to, but if anyone else tries, he shuts them down or argues in his brother's favour instantly. This specially one-sided relationship has developed to the point that there are great, giant cracks in his self-esteem, his worth very heavily influenced by his brother's incidental approval...or worse, disapproval. This isn't to say Klavier isn't independent--he is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially when he's away from Kristoph. And he definitely has the power to say no--he's defied his brother on more than one occasion, staunchly braving the wrath of his elder sibling in favour of an ideal of belief--and more often than not, this ideal is the truth.* But when it comes to family matters, Klavier is absolutely under his brother's thumb. He trusts Kristoph absolutely. And therein lies his downfall.
*In the last trial of his game (in the future, as far as my Klavier is concerned), he goes so far as to try his brother for murder... and convict him, with the help of Kristoph's own callousness and the newly-instated jury system. In the process, Kristoph's obsessive control and near-psychopathic tyranny come out into the open, forcing Klavier to confront exactly what sort of man he's trusted and believed in his entire life. So it's clear that Klavier is not quite the spineless puppet Kristoph would like him to be. It just takes extreme duress to change that.
Abilities: I mostly covered this in strengths--he's not supernatural, so unfortunately there's nothing truly special here.
First Person: Here, from Route 29
Third Person: Leaving the town of Cherrygrove had been an uneventful affair--after two days' rest at the so-called Pokécentre, he was fully recovered and actually fairly restless, not to mention anxious to get someplace with a slightly larger venue.
Or just a decent population.
The first few days were relatively uneventful; there were attacks, yes--constantly, even, much to his irritation (the rattata that tried to walk off with his keys on the first night did not endear him to the local wildlife)--but he was getting used to it, in a perverse sort of way, and though they were certainly pitched and decidedly violent, none of the battles his grimer defended him in were anywhere near as horrifying or appalling as that first one he'd foolishly jumped into.
By Tuesday evening, however, he'd settled into a rhythm, and he walked at a steady pace while night fell, nursing a new tune that was birthing in the back of his mind, a heavy, hard rock and near-metal sort of thing with more guitar than vocals but plenty of keyboard. It had no name yet, but he was still in the early stages of it when it hit him.
Literally.
The impact was instantaneous--it came from nowhere, slamming into the side of his head with all the force and velocity that a 15 lb zubat can muster. He was literally knocked sideways, leathery wings beating in his face, the sharp fangs of the trapped Pokémon millimetres from his eye as it flailed desperately, the screeching audible even over his shouted curses while it struggled, Klavier battering at it in an attempt to get it off. His efforts only served to get it tangled worse, however, its long wings and round head wrapped painfully in his hair, actually ripping some of it from the roots.
It was effectively chance that he remembered--several minutes of strife and pain passed befoere he grabbed a Pokéball, fuelled by a flash of desperation and actual anger to make one last-ditch attempt to save his scalp from the monster currently shredding it.
Fortunately, it worked. Exhausted from its own panic, the bright red light of the Pokéball swallowed the zubat up, and while the ball rattled a few times in a frantic manner, it suddenly went still, the seal capturing it inside while Klavier sat in the dirt, his face marred by long red scratches that bled slightly, trickling down his cheeks and forehead.
That.
War Bockmist.