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[Nothingness]

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Appearance: (What does your character look like? Either a picture or a description will do)

Name: (What is your character's name?)

Age: (How old is your character?)

Gender: (What gender is your character?)

Race: (Faunus or Human)

Aura Grimm: (Yes or No? If yes, add which Grimm you were injected with?)

Role: (What is your character? Hunter, huntress, traveler, Atlas military, etc?)

Sexuality: (Who does your character find attractive?)

Height: (How tall is your character)

Weight: (How much does your character weigh?)

Backstory: (What shaped your character to how they are today? No less than a paragraph.)

Weapon: (What weapon does your character use? What does your character call the weapon? Any special properties/transformations?)

Semblance: (What semblance does your character have?)

Aura Color: (What color is your character Aura)

Dust: (if applicable, does your character use dust? What types?)

Hobbies: (What does your character do in their spare time?)

Theme: (Optional)(What music defines your character?)

Other: (Optional)(Anything else you might want to add.)​

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Appearance:

White hair/Furred ears, 3rd degree burns cover 80% of his body, typically wrapped in bandages to cover said burns. Eye color Silver



Name:
Albion Hunt (The Burned Fox)



Age:
24



Gender:
Male



Race:
Faunus (Vulpe)



Aura Grimm:
No



Role:
Hunter/Vigilante



Sexuality:
Pan



Height:
5'8"



Weight:
185 Lbs



Backstory:
Albion's story is not one of happiness, but of hardship and loss. Albion was born from the union of a Faunus mother and human father. While shunned by both humans and the White Fang, the three lived a relatively quiet life. At least for a few years. When the White Fang, Lead by Sienna Khan decided to become radicalized, Communities such as the one Albion and his parents resided in to be targeted. He was 10 years old when he whole world was engulfed in flames. Literally. His parents murdered, his community was put to the torch, to cover up the bloodshed. As his home burned down around him, Albion's hate festered, as the flames licked at his flesh, marking him, and forging the young faunus.

Three weeks had passed when the child awoke in a hospital bed. The attending nurse was stricken with surprise and fear, as she witnessed the child return from the brink of death into the waking world. What Doctors described as a miracle, Albion would later realize was untrue. The fire of his hate burned brighter and hotter than the flames that had burned around him. Upon his discharge from the hospital, he was quickly placed in the foster care system, where for three years, his life became a living hell. His Foster Parents were cruel humans, that would physically and attempt to emotionally harm the youngman. This only served to temper his hatred, and anger. upon one of his foster father's drunken rages, the man took a hot blade, and removed his human ears, to make him more like the animal he and his kind were. When police learned of this, Albion was once more a ward of Atlas, until he was placed in the care of a man, who he would call his father.

The next 11 years were like a dream. His adoptive father was one of the teachers at the Atlas Academy, teaching and molding the scarred faunus into a deadly hunter, and nurtured his more inventive projects. But once more, fate had other plans, involving his happiness and the White Fang. Learning of their assault on Beacon during the Vitol Festival. Fuming in silent fury, Albion struck out against his long time foe. When the bodies were found, they were mutilated, and their canine teeth removed. A sort of sick sense of poetic justice, removing the fangs of the White Fang.



Weapon:
Thunderous Edge. A modular Gunblade with several weapons built in. In it's regular form, the weapon serves as both a melee and mid to long ranged combat. With a flick of a switch, the blade and barrel fold in half, to the size of a war axe, housing a 12 gauge barrel and an smg above. The 12 gauge can be swapped out with other mods, such as grenades, micro rockets, or even grappling hook. The weapon also houses a highly sensitive microphone, that links up to an eyepiece allowing Albion to see via Echolocation. The weapon also houses several micro cameras that link the weapon to the eyepiece to create a HUD.



Semblance:
Accelerated Activity. Albion can react, think and move at such speeds it seems almost like he didn't move, the only signs being a tensing of muscles. Time almost grinds to a halt, allowing him to plan and react in the fraction of a second, when in actuality his mind and muscles and perception have been accelerated. This comes in handy when in intense situations, or require "more time" to think. An example of this would be Albion pulling off pin point shots on multiple targets in the span of a half second. A fraction to plan, Aim, and fire.
The only draw back, being, the longer he uses it, the more it physically and mentally drains him, sometimes leaving him bed ridden for days.
Accelerated Activity


Aura Color:
White

Dust:
Albion mostly uses dust in his ammunition and any inventions he develops. The type depends on what the situation calls for.


Hobbies:
Tinkering/Inventing
Vehicular Engineering
Mechanic
Vigilantism
Piloting/flying


Theme:





Other:
The hand grips on Thunderous Edge are made of "Faunus Ivory", Aka the removed fangs from the White fang victims ground down and mixed with resins.
Owns a personal Dropship called the Nevermore, to allow him to get around with expedience. Built more for luxury inside, the transport is not one to be trifled with, armed with Dual Tri-Barrel Gatling Cannons and a prototype radar jammer.

 

[Rcticwolf]

Seems like fun

 

[Rcticwolf]

I'd like to take part

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Appearance:

Name: Roderick Almos

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Aura Grimm: No

Role: Hunter/Gladiator

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 6'7

Weight: 213

Backstory:
A low sigh could be heard from the hulking man as his name was called from above. 'Red Dream' They chanted. It was a commonplace thing to do in such a place. The Pit was a bloody arena where those of high status would come and witness combatants fight to the death with either themselves or Grimm. They were never informed of what they would be fighting, so it was always up to chance whether it would be an interesting match or a quick one. Roderick simply hope for this one to be swift. Setting the large axe in his hands to the side, he fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. "Oh lord, please forgive me for what I am about to do for I know it is wrong. And Shepards we shall be for thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri, Et Fili, Spiritus Sancti, Amen." With his prayer finished, the Red Dream grasped his weapon and rose to the arena floor.


Bright lights flooded his vision before his eyes adjusted to see a roaring crowd cheering in the stands. Directly across from him stood no more than a boy, possibly sixteen, trembling in his shoes with both shield and sword. From a large box in the stands stood a scarred and tough looking man. With a single raised hand, the crowd was silenced. "Welcome, one and all, to The Pit! Now, you all know what you have come to see, so there is no reason for me to explain. On my left, we have the Red Dream himself! The holder of the Devil's Bleeding Crown!" As soon as Roderick was introduced, the thunderous roar of the crowd filled the arena. With another hand, the man silenced them once more. "And on my right stands his opponent, Valus "Shield Wall" Heraset!" There were quite a few less cheers this time around for the poor child. "Now, you all came to see a fight, well let us grant you one! Fighters, greet and return to your sides." Roderick planted the double bladed axe into the ground before approaching the center of the arena, Valus did the same with his own weapons. Roderick offered a hand to the boy, which he shakily accepted. "Do not worry, lad, you will be with the angels soon enough." He said before giving an apologetic smile and returning to his own side.


Once both fighters were prepared for combat, a gunshot sounded, signaling the start of the fight. The poor lad hardly lasted five seconds. Exploding from his spot, Roderick let out a cry as his axe tore through the weak wood of the shield before coming back around and cleaving the boy diagonally. Roderick watched in silence as the top half slid from the bottom and both parts collapse to the floor in a bloodied mess. He truly felt sorry for him, but he was in the hands of the lord now, he would be free. With a grin, Roderick raised the bloodied axe into the air as the crowd cheered. "And the winner is Roderick, The Red Dream!" The man shouted from his standing position. He hadn't even sat down since the fight began. Lowering the axe, he retreated back into the hole from which he entered. When his foot touched the smoothed stone, he was immediately tackled by a smaller girl with bright red hair and freckles to match. "Brother!" She said happily. "Wonderous win! I'm glad that you're safe." She said before squeezing harder. The girl hardly stood up to his abdomen, but she still had one helluva grip.


"Yes, Yes, very well Roderick. Alayna, release the poor man and prepare for bed, the victor I have something to discuss." The girl turned and stuck her tongue out at the older man before scampering off to the bunkhouse. With a smile, Roderick watched her go. "Anyways Roderick, are you ready for what is to come tomorrow?" He asked.


"Yes Praetor Harkon. I am to report to the airstrip to be taken to Vacuo. From there I shall train the next four years to be a huntsman and return to claim the title of Centurion in The Pit. Am I correct?" Roderick asked, to which the man nodded.


"Yes, you are correct. You will be attending Shade Academy. I wish you luck Roderick, you have made me proud thus far, do not make me eat those words."


With a smile, the two grasped hands before going their separate ways. That night was a restless one in excitement for the days to come. Not to mention his dearest sister refusing to leave his damned bed. She was a grown girl, she shouldn't be latching onto her brother like this! It hardly mattered though, he enjoyed her company even more since he would not see her until who knows when. This assignment was taking him back to where he was supposedly born, but he didn't plan on staying. Even though he had the choice to leave The Pit once becoming a Centurion, he would stay. His family was here after all. Every single one of his Brothers and Sisters in arms. He would do good to protect them, for he would have nothing if they did not exist. he had to protect his family. He had to protect the treasure hidden within The Pit. He wanted to become stronger. Needed To become stronger.

Weapon:
Favorable Downfall-

This weapon has 3 forms. The first is a set of two Falchions. Swirls are carved into the blades with Burn Dust, giving them an eerie red glow. The second is a set of two war axes, the blades curving to just above his knuckles with the same markings as the Falchions. The final form is a two handed battle axe. The axe stands at 5"5' has the same markings on the blades and handle. The red dust in these weapons can only be activated with aura.


Semblance:

Strength of the Colossus-


As the name implies, for a short time he gains a strength so immense that he can hold the foot of a Goliath from stomping down upon him. This is activated when a force pushes the limits of his strength. The more force applied to him, the more he gets in return. Say, as in the first sentence, a Goliath tries to step on him. He will attempt to stop it with his usual strength until the force from the foot is applied to him, then his semblance activates, allowing him to exceed his own strength limits and push the foot off of him.

Aura Color: Dull Copper

Dust: The only dust he has is the Burn Dust embedded into his weapon

Hobbies: Exercise, Pray, Read, Cook

Theme:





(THIS MAY BE EDITED IN THE FUTURE!)​

 

[Rcticwolf]

What is Aura Grimm?

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Rcticwolf basically its what Grimm your character is infused with

 

[Rcticwolf]

Apprearence:
Name: Aleena Price
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Faunus (wolf)
Aura Grimm: none
Role: ex white fang/traveler
Sexuality: straight
Height: 6 feet
Weight: not saying
Backstory: Aleena was born in menagerie with most of the other Faunus, however she was conscripted at a very young age. Her parents resisted the white fang but were ultimately slaughtered for defying them. Many years passed as the white fang began to call her the Grimm Reaper, she was the deadliest enforcer that the white fang had. Her mere presence sent fear through the ranks, even after she left when she found out what happened to her parents.

She travels the world of remnant, just looking for a place to fit in.

Weapon: the "Nightfall" a sniper rifle, that has a scythe blade on both ends for melee, folds together to make a grenade launcher, or breaks in half for submachine guns

Semblance: primal instincts
Aura color: blue
Dust: none at the moment
Hobbies: (later)
Theme: Thunderstruck (AC/DC)
Other: quiet and reserved, especially since she was associated with the white gang at some point, not overly enthusiastic about others finding out

 

[Rcticwolf]

Ill add the rest in a few

 

[Rcticwolf]

Rcticwolf basically its what Grimm your character is infused with

Not exactly what I meant, I mean what makes it so special that its an option?

 

[Cruor Flumine]

Not exactly what I meant, I mean what makes it so special that its an option?

Because few people have it and i think they get more abilities. They cannot control the grimm within them though

 

[Nothingness]

• Basic Information
• History
• Arsenal
• Extra

• 
  
  
  
  Name
  Sakamoto Morimoto
  
  Age
  26
  
  Gender
  Male
  
  Race
  Kitsune Faunus
  
  Aura Grimm
  Yes, Dragon Grimm
  
  Role
  Hunter
  
  Sexuality
  Heterosexual
  
  Height
  6'2''
  
  Weight
  198lb
  
• 
  Backstory
  Being born and raised onto the island of Menagerie, Sakamoto was raised as a younger brother to an older brother who was the only person around to be able to care about him since both of their parents had joined the White Fang and were killed during one of the rallies that the White Fang were searching for more equal rights compared to other humans. Since the brothers were several years apart, the older brother could still take care of his little brother even if it was difficult since the older brother had only just reached his teenage years. Each day was full of hardship for the brothers since the older brother was forced to either steal food or beg for money just to find some way to purchase food for his little brother to eat and at times whenever he could, the older brother would eat as well.
  As the years passed and Sakamoto had finally grown old enough to help out his brother in anyway he could, pleading for money and food had become much more difficult and this forced the two to have to start going into the wild to hunt and gather their own food however they could while working wherever anyone would accept them and pay them.
  
  One day, while his older brother had been by a campfire that the two had prepared, Sakamoto had been on his way back to the camp with a arm full of herbs and berries that he had picked for the two brothers to eat. Although what was unexpected to find was the sound of growling and roars of a large pack of Grimm had followed the Sakamoto on his way back but yet before he could make it to the camp, he had been ambushed and attacked. Unable to fight back much to at all against the threat, Sakamoto was beaten and torn to shreds with his body being chewed and torn piece by piece. The screams easily reaching his older brother by the camp and caused him to come to rescue his younger sibling, since the two boys had never received any training, the presence of his older brother coming made no difference other than having his older brother at least shooing away the Grimm for a few moments to have him toss his younger sibling who had mostly lost all four of his limbs by this point. With the screams of pain from both brothers echoing through the wilds, it was out of plain luck that a small group of Faunus hunters had come to hear it just for them to arrive at the last minute to kill off the Grimm and rescue both the brothers to bring them to immediate safety.
  
  Luckily, since the brothers had fallen unconscious; it kept their pain numbed to allow them to be transported straight to Atlas at full speed to be saved. The older brother had unluckily woken up in the middle of the flight causing him to panic and risk his chance of death. Days had gone by and the two were treated at the most urgent hospital that Atlas could provide at the time. Once Sakamoto had awoken, he had found himself with new arms and new legs that were provided by the Atlas science division as the first sight he came to see was two doctors and multiple nurses surrounding him in a large white room. Greeting him after his long rest, the immediate question about where his brother only gave silence in return as they apologized and informed him nothing more than that they buried him by his parents' grave back in Menagerie as well. Of course, the sound of this brought trauma for several hours to Sakamoto as the staff had to restrain him from doing any harm to his still wounded body.
  Once he had calmed down, a staff member from the hospital came into the room with something that had been wrapped up in a white cloth with a letter on top of it. The letter was written by his brother stating that he knew one day he was to be the first one to pass away one way or another, but yet he stated that in the cloth was a sword and dagger named as Swan and Lotus, it originally belonged to their mother and father, it as meant to be passed down to his older brother but he believed it should go to Sakamoto instead. At the end of the letter, it also stated a request that Sakamoto should head to Mistral where he could get training at the academy known as Haven. Along with the letter was a flight ticket to go to Mistral as well as the invitation that was originally meant for his older brother to go to Haven academy.
  
  Days later after recovering and taking time to adjust to the new arms and legs that he was going to have to use for the rest of his life. Sakamoto took off for Mistral to head to Haven academy. From there, he trained and studied to become a Hunter to fight Grimm. He also unlocked his Aura and Semblance at the school. Years upon years passed and by the time he graduated, it wasn't long before he was taken away from his new home just to begin the testing to become an Aura Grimm. Being one of the few that survived the injection due to his strong spirit of refusing to die, Sakamoto was forced to suffer through the injection and testing even when the attack on Remnant began and one school after another had fallen. During that time, after escaping the facility along with the other Aura Grimm, he was forced to once again traverse the world ; this time alone and with the one thing inside him that ruined his life from the very beginning.
  
• 
  Weapon
  Heaven's Sins (Swan & Lotus)
  A weapon that comes in two parts, the first being a katana known as the Swan while the other is a combat knuckle dagger known as the Lotus. Unlike the Swan, the Lotus knuckle dagger has a usage of three different types; the first two obviously being that it is a combat dagger as well as the knuckle portion of it allows it to also be a blunt weapon as a pair of brass knuckles. It's third form allows it to bend the blade portion of the weapon downwards to form it into a larger pistol for longer ranged combat. The Swan capability only has one other usage and even so, it's only meant for closer combat is that in close ranged battle if the blade is lunged into it's enemy the user can also squeeze the handle to let out an explosion of whatever dust is equipped into the hilt of the blade at the moment.
  
  Semblance
  Vibration Control
  Being able to control the power of high amounts of vibration in the palm of his hands, Sakamoto can either infuse his weapon in the power of vibration to allow him to slice through enemies with much more ease, his body with it to allow to him move quicker and have a higher endurance or make his physical strength much stronger by being able to either crush or shatter what he might use to attack with his bare fists or kicks.
  
  Aura Color
  Onyx Black
  
  Dust
  The preferred type of dust Sakamoto is known to use is either lightning, wind, water or ice.
  
• 
  Hobbies
  > Sparring
  > Cooking
  > Reading
  > Meditating
  > Tinkering
  > Sleeping
  
  Theme
  [-xFirstx-]
  [-xSecondx-]
  [-xThirdx-]
  
  Other
  -Even with his control over vibration, due to practically every limb he has is mostly robotic, if he overuses his semblance, not only will his body start to become overexhausted, he risks the change of destroying one limb after another from how the limbs only having a certain limit before they will start to shatter as well.
  
  -Sakamoto drives amotorcycle that helps him get around from one place to another much faster rather than just walking. The vehicle itself is something that he had stolen from a bunch of raiders who had attempted to destroy village that he had helped long ago.
  

 

[Petroshka]

Sarcoline normally wears her uniform which is a white coat with her rank on her shoulders and personal insignia on the front and back.

Name: Sarcoline Eburnea

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Aura Grimm: No

Role: Atlas military (officer)

Sexuality: none, prefers a actual relationship instead

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 166

Backstory:
Born in your average family Sarcoline's childhood wasn't anything to take note of, she did well in her grades and was reasonably popular but what got atlas's interest on her was when she attended college, funded by the atlas military of course. Being naturally fascinated with the properties of dust and robotics she quickly grew past her peers in this field and soon she was approached by the military recruiting her into their research program. Being the over achiever she was Sarcoline also applied into the officer school to learn how to lead as well as being apart of the research department, this lead to certain individuals to keep a close eye on her.

During officer school she met a huntress who was taking the same classes as she did and quickly became friends with her. Both of them sharing their life experiences, of course her huntress friend had much more interesting tales but she didnt seem to mind. Throughout the teachings and lectures of tactics, strategies, and combat Sarcoline disciplined herself and her relationship with the huntress grew, eventually she looked up to the other hunters of Atlas Academy. Working as both as a scientist and a military officer made her quite well adept to work with their military robots, Sarcoline would often give the Atlesian knights she works with modifications to their programing increasing their performance to a small degree as well as their protection to outside influneces.

Years past after Sarcoline's time in schools and training, and the relationship between her and the huntress even grew into a full fledged relationship. Although they rarely see each other as both were equally busy in their own fields, Sarcoline was as happy as she could ever be, until one day the huntress came home with a grim expression on her face. Warning her of her darkest fears, Sarcoline attempted to reassure her that they wouldnt happen, but it was all in vein. As a few days later the attack on remnant happened, Sarcoline had never seen anything like it before, so many grimm attacking a single place, Atlas Academy.

Sarcoline along with a few soldiers and a battalion of AK-200's were sent to relieve the hunters there but there were too many grimm for her to do much to assist and witnessing the academy fall made her heart sink. All the kids, hunters, and grimm that were bound to come for her next. slowly but surely her little squad of soldiers were starting to get overwhelmed by the grim the knights at the front were taking on the bulk of the horde. The last few AK's were about to get destroyed before a hunter came out of nowhere using the powers of the grimm to attempt to save her and her allies. Ordering a retreat Sarcoline got a last glimpse of the hunter before she realized who it was, being surrounded by grim.

After the shocking event she found out (from rumors of her peers) that the hunters were to blame for the attacks, some had grimm in them and attracted the grim prompting the world wide attacks and even she started to believe these rumors. Her huntress girlfriend never returned much to her grief so Sarcoline assumed that she was dead, every time Sarcoline looked to the news there were reports of wide spread revolt throughout remnant, with chaos, grim attacks, and refugees the world was descending into madness.

The hunters were the cause of all this.

Weapon:
Although skilled in firearms Sarcoline prefers to use underlings to do her biding, often with a contingent of modified Atlesian Knight-200's with her, she normally doesn't need a weapon with her. One of these knights is a special one made by Sarcoline herself, it acts as both bodyguard and body armor. Its name is the Lorica, the appearance is more of a traditional night in all white rather than taking the designs from the previously established Atlesian knights. It carries a pointed shield and a lance on its left forearm but it can be concealed if the Lorica is in autonomous mode but they must be out when it activates its special ability to become Sarcoline's battle armor. The Lorica also carries a few firearms with it including a standard issue assault rifle, but even with the Lorica, Sarcoline often carries around some kind of concealed weapon with her at all times just in case.

Semblance:
None: Not yet awakened

Aura Color: Crimson

Dust: Sacroline uses dust of all types in her mechanations

Hobbies:
Working on Knights and on Her Lorica.
Day dreaming
Drinking

Theme:

Spoiler: Theme #1

Spoiler: Theme #2

Spoiler: Theme #3

Other:
A personal Atlasian Dropship​

 

[Petroshka]

Appearance:


Name: Lorica

Age: 3

Gender: female?

Race: Andriod knight

Aura Grimm: No

Role: Atlas military

Sexuality: none

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 300lbs

Backstory:
Lorica was created by Sarcoline Eburnea as a prototype battlesuit and a andriod knight similar to the Atlesian knights that Atlas uses. It was made three years ago after the attacks on the world by the grimm and the fall of the Hunter Academies. It serves as a bodyguard to Sarcoline and was programmed do have some self awareness, from recent testing it appears that the self awareness seems to be evolving much like a childs although at a much faster rate. Sarcoline became the world to her, learning everything from Sarcoline and her ideals. When Sarcoline observed this anomaly she came to embrace it treating Lorica both as child and best friend to her.

Weapon:

Spoiler: Rhongomyniad

The Rhongomyniad is collapsible inside the Lorica and runs on Ice dust capsules able to shoot ice shards from the tip when it transforms into ranged mode. once struck with this weapon the wound would suffer ice burn and freeze up. The shield where the Rhongomyniad is incorporated into can fire the Rhongomyniad like a projectile, connected through a wire the Rhongomyniad can easily be recalled back to Lorica to be used once again. The shield also runs on wind dust, and after the lance is either launched or out of the shield, the shield can still fire projectiles from within often being explosives of some sort.


Semblance:
Second wind: When beaten up badly to the point where she can no longer move Lorica can repair herself instantly if Sarcoline or someone else is in immanent danger to fight to protect once again.

Aura Color: Translucent Blue

Dust: Lorica most often uses Ice and wind dust

Hobbies: Reading, observing people, and talking to Sarcoline

Spoiler: Theme

​

 

[LoneSniper87]

Appearance:

Eyes are an Amber color
Name:
Aryl Mikado
Age:
28
Gender:
Male
Race:
Canine Faunus
Aura Grimm:
No
Role: (What is your character? Hunter, huntress, traveler, Atlas military, etc?)
Atlas Military, ex Huntsmen
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Height:
5'11
Weight:
198 lbs
Backstory:
Aryl was born in Atlas, his stepfather being a Scientist. His actual father had died during a mission in Vacuo. He never saw his stepfather as an actual parent, as he was gone half the time, and they never agreed. At a young age he had a sister, but he never saw her. After awhile he had just... Forgotten he had a sister. He continued on with his studies, going on to Excell at Haven, until the Grimm attacks hit.

At 18, he returned to Atlas and enlisted in the military. His squadron's never had any trust of him at first, thinking he was bad luck. He quickly changed that by showing how much he would do for his team, even rescuing a so called lost cause as Grimm overran a hotzone they were in. He was a very capable soldier and soon proved to be a leader of sorts for his squadron. After everything he did to protect Atlas, he was given a change to be discharged and have a chance to live comfortably, but he settled on leave, choosing when he came back.

Weapon:
Dawn's Fang- A spear that looks very ornate. It has the ability to change form into a handgun.
Dusk's Protector- A shield that shares an ornate style like the spear. They look to be meant as a pair. The shield has no special transformations, but is highly durable, able to deflect explosions, a surprising feat for it's size.

Semblance:
Restoration- Aryl's main focus is to protect others. His semblance is a manifestation of that focus, which allows him to heal others by draining his own Aura, or strengthening himself so he can continue the fight. For the second part, doing so for too long causes great mental strain and may cause him to pass out.

Aura Color:
Arylide Yellow, translucent
Dust:
N/A
Hobbies:
Reading, Sparring, Singing

Theme: (Optional)(What music defines your character?)

Other:
Aryl has scarring along the right side of his torso and the entirety of his right arm from a crash while in a mission.​

 

[Mena]

• Hello There!
• Haha my power is amazing right?
• About Me

• 
  
  
  "Are you here to be my friend....too?"
  
  Name:
  Momo
  
  Age:
  26
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Race:
  Dog Faunus
  
  Aura Grimm:
  Yes - King Taijitu
  
  Role:
  Traveler
  
  Sexuality:
  Heterosexual
  
  Height:
  4'7"
  
  Weight:
  129 Ibs​
• 
  
  Weapon:
  Teddie the teddy bear
  A golden brown colored teddy bear named Teddie. He has a built in machine gun in his mouth that Momo can use by pressing on one of his paws. Depending on the type of dust being inserted into his mouth, Teddie can either shootout elemental type bullets or make himself bigger.
  
  Semblance:
  Necromancy or in other terms, the raising of the dead. Her semblance is mostly unconscious summoning at best, she does not have enough skill to actual control her semblance as of yet. Under extreme stress or sadness, Momo's semblance raises the dead in a certain area around her. The dead she raises are more like a bee mind, following simple tasks that she orders them to do. They do not act, talk, or think independently from her, they are more like an entity that she can control and order around on a whim. The dead can't use their semblance and their durability and battle strength is essentially based on what they died in.
  
  Depending on many factors such as the environment to the way the people died impact her summoning. For instant, she would have more dead "zombies" to work with if she was summoning in a cemetery rather than the side of a road. While controlling the dead does come with some benefits such as extra meat shields, they do have their disadvantage such as leaving her completely drained after summoning them.
  
  Aura Color:
  Dark purple
  
  Dust:
  Fire, Wind, Water, and Earth elemental dust.​
• 
  
  Backstory:
  Momo was born in a hospital in Altas, though she does not remember much of her childhood before she was adopted into the program for Aura Grimm. She thinks that she had a mother, father, and brother though her memory does get fuzz from time to time. In any opinion, she doesn't care rather about her past, in her eyes her family had let her go down into such a miserable place. All she's ever known was a cell and dim light, her only companion being the stuffed animal that she still carries around to this day.
  
  Her only feeding time was during midnight, and she was forced through rigorous training to hone her own skill. Being a necromancer set fear into everyone that met her, she was carefully watched and avoided more than the other aura grimm. So this being the case, one would imagine how her mental state was after she escaped. Now she only wants friends, even if they were to somehow die in the process at her...."love".
  
  Hobbies:
  Make Friends!!!!
  Playing with her teddy bear
  Imagining she is a wizard
  
  Theme:
  
  
  Other:
  She hates cats.
  She hates big breasted women.
  She hates light purple haired women.​
  
  

​

 

[Nothingness]

Name
Alistair Nordic

Age: 49

Gender
Male

Race
Human(?)

Aura Grimm
Yes (Unknown due to multiple injections)

Role
Ex-Hunter / Ex-Scientist / Ex-Owner of Project Aura Grimm

Sexuality
Bi-sexual

Height
6'3''

Weight
176lb

Backstory: (What shaped your character to how they are today? No less than a paragraph.)

Weapon
> His Entire Body <
After the large amount of Grimm essence that he had injected into himself, Alistair had eventually ended up turning his entire body into a living Grimm weapon. At first, his body had morphed in multiple ways causing him to nearly lose his entire humanity and turn into one of the creatures of Grimm, however with his will to live he had ended up controlling the power over time as his own. To this day, he now looks completely normal however he is able to cause any portion of his body turn completely black and Grimm-like to improve his strength, durability, speed, reflexes and any of his senses as high as that of any Grimm.

Semblance
Distortion Copy-Cat
Originally, Alistair's semblance just allowed him to copy one semblance at a time and use it only for a few minutes before it had vanished and caused him to require to make physical contact with another person to be able to copy their own semblance as well. Even so, originally his copied semblance was always much weaker compared to the original user's. However, now with the power of the Grimm inside of him and his control over it, his own semblance has been enhanced as well as corrupted by the power of Grimm. Because of this, aside from the ability to now copy another person's semblance just by either making physical contact or looking right at them in the eye, the power of Grimm has allowed him to control what appears to be shadows in an ooze like manner. Using this, he can summon and form shadows into any sort of way he wishes; for example being able to send a wave of multiple shadow spikes along the ground several feet in front of him.
His copy-cat semblance now is also enhanced by it lasting multiple hours rather than minutes as well as the semblance that he copies is also distorted into the palm of his hands to allow him to send it forward with twice the original power of it's original copied state.

Aura Color
Blood Red

Dust
N/A

Hobbies
> Dissecting anything living.
> Experimenting
> Killing people

Theme:
[-xFirstx-]
[-xSecondx-]

Other: (Optional)(Anything else you might want to add.)​

 

[Solar Union]

WIP

Appearance:

Name: Cristoforo Rubin

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Human

Aura Grimm: No.

Role: Criminal Leader

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: (How tall is your character)

Weight: (How much does your character weigh?)

Backstory:

Weapon: Thompson submachine
gun (The Titan), Katana, M1911

Semblance: (What semblance does your character have?)

Aura Color: White

Dust: (if applicable, does your character use dust? What types?)

Hobbies: Play video games, Baking, Drawing, Writing

Theme: (Optional)(What music defines your character?)

Other: (Optional)(Anything else you might want to add.)

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Appearance:

Name:
Tim Moore

Age:
10

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Role:
Dreamer

Sexuality:
Straight

Height:
4ft

Weight:
95 pounds

Backstory:
Tim was born in Vale, into a family that did indeed care for him but couldn't always find the time to be with him, resulting in much of his very early years being spent in the company of babysitters and the like. However, Tim's parents where not absent during his upbringing, quite the opposite in fact. Any chance they got to spend with him they would. This resulted in Tim having a close family bond and trust. As such, he's developed a very friendly and cheerful outgoing personality. Now given that a lot of the time, Tim was placed in the care of babysitters. He spent a lot of time to himself he reasoned that one of the best ways to pass the time was sleeping. He became pretty good at one, sleeping and two, lucid dreaming. This was a new paradise to him. He could enjoy a world of his own creation! When he would eventually awake he would draw the things he dreamed about. He would keep these masterpieces, each one different from the last. Apart from one. A large creature, standing much taller than Tim, and the average person (Although standing taller that 4 feet isn't difficult)

Now it would seem Tim and his family where safe from most Grimm for some reason. Many would be chased away by...something. Of course the family wouldn't question this, with the fear of Grimms lessened the family became bolder, travelling outside their village further and further. Tim's parents ventured out one day. Hours past, then days. It seemed Tim's parents where not coming back. Tim wandered from his village, never finding even the remains of his parents. But he was not affected, after all, he was protected, by what some thought where his "imaginary friends". One night of particularly long searching, he curled up, laying on his pillow and draping himself in his blanket. The sweet sensation of sleep taking him.

However, he was stirred from his sleep by an advancing Grimm. A Beringel to be precise. The beast, a truly real monster from under the bed. It cast its gaze to him, the small child defenseless to the Grimm. However, just as it was about to make its move, it was stopped, struck to the ground by a larger beast, one that Tim did not fear, as it was something he knew, something he trusted. The Beringel dissolved into smoke, its life snuffed out by the creature tat guarded Tim.

The boy now still wanders, aimlessly searching for his parents.

Weapon:
Whatever he pulls from his dreams

Semblance:
Dream Summoning
He has the ability to pull creatures from his dreams. They will serve him without question and defend him at all costs. These creatures however can only exists in the waking world for so long. If they have not been banished in too long then Tim will start to experience headaches, until the creature eventually fades from existence. He cannot choose what he dreams about, and so whatever creature he summons will be random

Also, if he suffers a nightmare then he will also pull that creature with him. The said nightmare will be aggressive to everyone.

Aura Color:
Very light blue

Dust:
N/A

Hobbies:
Playing/talking with his imaginary friends
Sleeping
Drawing

Theme:


Other:
He carries around a blanket, teddy bear and a pillow. Attempting to take any or all of those away from his a very bad idea.
He also has a habit of walking around aimlessly​

 

[Crumbli]

• Basic Information
• Descriptive information
• Functional information
• Extra Information

• Name: Heather Periwinkle.
  Age: Nineteen years.
  Gender: Female.
  Sexuality: Heterosexual.
  Race: Human.
  Aura Grimm: None.
  
• Height: 5'7" | 170 cm
  Weight: 105 lbs | 48 kg
  Defining Features: Appears relatively undefined in most regards with no birthmarks, scars, or blemishes.
  Appearance: Heather is an underweight young woman who stands at around 5'7. She keeps herself well groomed and despite constantly snacking throughout the day appears incapable of gaining weight. Heather has long mousy-brown hair that she dresses up in varying styles depending on the event of the day. She wears a number of articles depending on the venue she's attending, having been known to change outfits multiple times a day because of family or social outings. On a normal day she'll wear something akin to a uniform or 'work casual' but can be seen in more casual wear when exercising or sleeping. In the presence of her family she wears extravagantly tailored dresses and high heeled shoes as every moment in their company is one of boasting and competition.
  Personality: In a word, complicated. She's a unique blend of the rebellious and outspoken teen with the shyness and demure of a more mature woman trying to fade into the background. These conflicts of traits create quite the character when pried about her interests or topics she'd rather not discuss. She's got a short temper but keeps her cool even when enraged, often remaining silent as opposed to fighting about the issue.
  
  Backstory: Heather was born in the capital city of Mistral in the kingdom of Mistral. Her mother and father, Sangria and Jin respectively, were members of the social higher class. Sangria was (and still is) a leading designer in women's fashion across the continent of Anima with her name being something of a staple in expensive tastes but not inherently the peak of fashion. She's been listed as one of Anima's top ten designers but has never been able to break seventh place. Jin was an architect whose name meant little in the average household but a lot to those who worked construction sites. His buildings often blended elaborate features with practical floor planning and this made his designs a hit in wealthier regions for public facilities such as schools and retail store fronts.
  Heather was one of three girls with a single older brother. She was the youngest and because of that, she was babied until her early teen years. Her sisters despised her for this while her brother grew overly protective of her. She grew used to hiding under her blankets as her brother and sisters would argue about her, often resulting with less-than-gentle hits being exchanged between them all. She'd apologise to her sisters and her brother after their arguments with one another over her but it did little to fix any of the relations. This behaviour between her siblings carried on for as long as they shared a roof, so it came to no surprise when her sisters left home to travel.
  She stayed at home with her brother and her parents for a few more years after that, seeing as to how lavished her lifestyle was. At this point in her life she'd started talking to the lower class people from around the city. Mistral had a surplus of them. Many of those she spoke to worked for her father or were hired hands for her mother, but still had plenty to share about the criminal gangs and corrupt hunters of old hiding among the lower classes. She spoke to her mother and father about the issues to which her mother claimed ignorance and cared little for it, and her father claimed an inability to do anything about it. She couldn't stand that such a thing was allowed to happen but with everyone telling her nothing could be done, she kept the issue to herself.
  She began walking through the lower class regions in 'disguise' to see what she could learn about the hunters and criminals of the area. Both seemed comfortable enough with their positions of illegal authority and while the Atlas military did patrol the sections of the city, many of them did little more than stop murders. Brawls and robberies appeared to be the poor man's handshake. She couldn't stand it. All of these criminals, most of which had animal like features, could get away with so much without any remorse. Seeing it as a form of penance for never stopping the injustice of her siblings fighting over her, she hunted down one of the former hunters in the area and sought his counsel regarding things they were taught.
  He was eager to pass on his knowledge to her and helped her learn of her abilities. The two grew intimate, arguably too much so, before she was told to move to Vale by her parents. They believed she'd learn more about money and living life to the fullest if they could pursue life at their own pace before returning home. She'd learned enough from the former hunter to trust her abilities and while reluctant to leave, she conceded to their requests and left. He told her of the white fangs and the activity of the faunus as a whole, which was enough for her to know none of them were up to any good. When she moved to the kingdom of Vale and saw the faunus walking the streets at all hours she knew that they were much less organised but still not to be trusted.
  She's lived in Vale for less than a year now, with a casual job working at a small corner shop cafe that resides on the edges of the residential district. She gets little assistance from her family with the exception of her brother sending her extra money if she so requests, which she has done twice to pay for bills and her 'night suit'. With her weapon and the lessons she'd been given by the former hunter, she runs through the streets of the different districts attempting to fight crime so long as those perpetrating it are of faunus descent, or if the crime is between two humans.
  
• Role: Studying huntress and casual worker by day, budget vigilante by night.
  Weapon: Paraphone - Melee and ranged - A bulky looking white umbrella with very square features. The top of the umbrella is lined with a layer of water resistant nylon that covers an enormous yet flexible speaker which spans the entirety of the umbrella's coverage. The stem of the umbrella is made of a light metal with a dial at the top to collapse the umbrella down, and one near the handle to set a range of volumes. The handle of the umbrella has a small trigger placed inside the hook of the grip and a microphone port on the very bottom which appears as a number of circle indentations in the hardened plastic of the grip. The umbrella has a number of support wires that, much like the stem, are made of a light yet sturdy metal. The weapon features a total of five settings, those being loud and close, loud and far, loud and focused, hushed and focused, and hushed and far.
  Semblance: Psionic Echo - The frustration of being unable to express herself has manifested itself in something of an awkward ability. First discovering her semblance through her own frustration at being unable to find her semblance, she let out a scream at a wall that caused the bricks themselves to bow. She practised with her semblance, learning it works with her raised voice such as yelling, screaming, squealing, or shrieking. When focusing her screams they can be used to break a number of inanimate objects, but usually cause serious discomfort or pain in animate targets.
  Aura Colour: Despite the purple colouring of most of her relatives, Heather's aura is teal in colour.
  Dust: Refrains from using dust as she perceives it to cause more trouble than it's worth.
  
• Hobbies: A coffee and literature enthusiast through and through. Heather has a fetish for fine arts and finds that a well written book, a savoury performance, or even a well made dress reminds her of home. She also acts as a vigilante around the streets of Vale hunting down criminal faunus to bring them to justice. She's an adept seamstress and while she's a lacklustre chef, she does know her way around a drink.
  Theme: Krewella - Calm down (SKAN remix)
  Other: Known infamously as the "Shrieking night" on account of her vigilant persona. She is yet to be connected with this alter ego.
  

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Appearance:

Name: Ersha Citron

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Aura Grimm: No

Role: Atlus Military Cadet - Engineering Division, Freelance Detective

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 1.56m

Weight: 41kg

Backstory:
Ersha Citron is your standard Atlas military brat with a Father in the Atlas Military Engineering Corps and a Mother working as a civilian contracted Medical Officer. Raised in a pretty well-off part of the Kingdom, she had a pretty good childhood and made plenty of friends with her bubbly and cheerful personality. Like most kids of her background, she enlisted in the Military once she turned 18. This was particularly more important for her as there was a Kingdom wide call to arms following the Grimm Incident and the general mistrust that now spread regarding the Hunters seemingly causing the whole mess. Even with the various reports she read about during training or the words of her Commanding Officers, Ersha couldn't help but look up to the forsaken heroes of old and secretly admired them.

During her training, she unlocked her Semblance during a particularly stressful training exercise on field survival after her training team got caught in an avalanche. Her calmness and ability to keep the others upbeat in the face of the unknown lead to her gaining a commendation by the Training Supervising Officer and a offer for a place in the Officer Cadet Course. An offer she politely refused as she felt that she would make a horrible leader and is better off as a field technician. Still, she did accept the perk of having a custom weapon of her own making.

Weapon:
Dazzling Radial - Initially looking like a common Dust welder with a collapsible radar dish attached to the nozzle, its actually a bonafide weapon capable of projecting pure Dust energy in the form of energy blasts like a ray gun while also working as a real welder. Once the radar dish is fully deployed, its function depends on the kind of Dust loaded into the gun. Fire Dust turning it into a flamethrower, Electric Dust turning it into an electric ray gun, etc. The tip can also be replaced with a grappling hook turning it into a hybrid grapple gun for getting around rough terrain and a wire dart melee weapon with the wire capable to taking on different properties depending on the Dust cartridge loaded in the gun.

Semblance:
Calming Optimism - Ever met someone with an infectious personality? Ersha's Semblance is basically that on a wider scale by emitting a literal calming aura depending on how enthusiastic and happy she is at the moment. A useful skill in keeping people calm so as to avoid attracting the attention of Grimm who are drawn to dark emotions such as panic and hatred. Although the effects only seem to work on semi-calm individuals, and outright doesn't work when Ersha herself is feeling scared or hopeless.

Aura Color: Sunshine Yellow

Dust: Standard elemental Dust, mostly Electricity and Fire for its flexibility.

Hobbies: Flower pressing, making knick-knacks from scrap, collecting info on a certain Mistral vigilante ​

Theme:


Other:
Likes peanut butter but hates peanuts​

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Appearance:

Eye color: Silver

Name:
Yutu Tsukino

Age:
46

Gender:
Male

Race:
Faunus

Aura Grimm:
No

Role:
Leader of the White Fang

Sexuality:
Unknown

Height:
5'10"

Weight:
173

Backstory:
Yutu Tsukino was the older brother to Auriel Hunt. Yutu quickly came to power, after a violent coup, becoming the new leader of the White Fang. When he learned his sister not only married a human but sired a son, rage filled the faunus, with equal parts disgust. The fact that he had a nephew that shared the blood of a human sickened him. So much so, he ordered a purge on communites that had mixed couples, starting with his sister. While successful in destroying the communities and gaining the fear of both humans and faunus, his plan was not a success, as he would years later hear of a faunus by the name of Albion Hunt, massacering his men, and ruining his operations in the Atlas Theater. Anger and disgust would once again fill the mad man as news of his supposed long dead nephew's survival and his part in killing his white fang.

Weapon:
Long Farewell - a sword cane/gunblade that has its edge coated in a potent poison known for taking a long time to kill it's victim depending on their constitution. The weapon constantly excretes the toxin via vials inserted into the grip. Along the fuller of the blade is a 9mm barrel that holds up to seven rounds per mag.

Semblance:
Accelerated Activity

Aura Color:
Amaranth

Dust: Yes, Depends on situation

Hobbies:
Arson, Botany (Has quite the Poison Garden), Interrigating captured humans/unco-operative Faunus, Tracking/trying to murder His Nephew

Theme:


Other:
Really want's to murder Albion for all the trouble he has caused for his operations.​

 

[Nofblockz]

Appearance:

Name: Argenti Argentfell

Age: Appears 26 years old. Actually older.

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Aura Grimm:Yes, Argenti was injected with a strange sort of Grimm, one not commonly seen. The reagent appears to be from a type of Grimm known as a Nucklevalee.

Role: Argenti used to be a huntress.

Sexuality: Neither...

Height: 5'7 feet tall.

Weight: Argenti weighs about 124 pounds.

Backstory: Argenti's backstory is unknown. Whether she used a cover name or something alike is also unknown. Argenti was experimented on by someone who got their hands on the experiment after it started to go wrong, and decided to make a useful servant out of it. In the end, both the experimenter and their lab was burnt down to the ground. For all anyone could know, Argenti was an urchin... Yet, how could an urchin manifest an Aura, Semblance, and acquire something else of notice...?

Weapon: Argenti conjures her own Longbow or Longsword, made out of a sort of silver-like material. The weapons aren't entirely corporeal.

Semblance: As well as a conjuration of her weaponry, Argenti holds a dormant power within her... Which should stay down.

Aura Color: Dark silver.

Dust: Argenti does not use any type of dust.

Hobbies: Argenti paces, as that is what she used to do to relieve herself of stress.

Theme:


Hate, that's all she'll ever remember....
That hate will wash over those she considers unholy or unjust... And that hate has blinded her so that all appear impure in some way.