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[Duke of Doge]

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[Octo Girl]

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Name: Rogue Pewter

Age: "Well... I am 16... I'm going to be 17 soon... Dont judge me..."

Gender: Female

Team:

Country of origin: "I'm from Mistral. Not ashamed."

Motivation: "Well... My father was mocked for adopting me when i had no one... So i want to show them that he was not crazy. Im going to make them all shut their traps..."

Human/faunus: Feline Faunus

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual "As long as I am happy, I dont really care..."

Weapon:
"Oh Viola.... My sweet instrument of hunting..."

Semblance:
Her voice summons her semblance. It can be anywhere from heals to various buffs.

Skills/talents:
"My father said I had a natural talent for the Violin when I was younger, guess I just had to keep at it. Ooh! Almost forgot that I can sing and dance a little... A bit embarrassing... I am also quite acrobatic..."

Personality:
"Hmm... People would describe me as a Fun-loving spirit.... of course I would act my age.... why not? I am also very mature when it comes to weapons.... except Mr. Granite's pumpkins.... or Petunia's models..... or Teal's collections..... okay so I am not THAT mature....."

Bio:
On the streets of the lower class of Mistral, a young faunus girl no more than the age of 7 is begging for money and food. Her parents long gone, she sat in the rain in tattered and soaked clothes. She was about to give up right before a Human came by. He was not like the others, he was kind and saw potential in the young faunus. He took her home and treated her as though she was his own. He taught her music, which she quickly found she had a natural talent for. She was taught fighting, archery, and various forms of self defense.

The Faunus was now nearing her teens, being this Humans daughter for only 6 years, she had heard of various mockery's and hate towards the man. She did not like that at all. This human saved her life and they treated him like a fool. One night their house was invaded, and these men clearly meant to shed blood. A blood curdling scream could be heard in the house as the young Faunus shot to her feet. She ran down the hall and turned the corner to find two men beating her adoptive father black and blue. The faunus stood there until some urge overtook her. She took hold of her bow she had laid against the wall during that day and screamed "Let him go!!" tears could be seen in her eyes as she screamed this.

Her father looked to her and said "Rogue... Run..." but as he said this, one of the men turned with a smirk towards the faunus named Rogue. Rogue screamed as the man rushed towards her. It was not of fear, but of hate... of discontent... Rogue released the arrow she had notched, and the arrow found its mark, straight in the mans forehead. The man that had been rushing her crumpled to his knees and fell with the momentum of his stride. Rogue managed to get out of the way of the mans body and the second man ran away. Rogue ran to her fathers side as she saw he was barely breathing. Rogue was crying, she did not want her only family she had ever truly known to leave her.

The man let out a weak chuckle as he moved his hand across Rogues tear stained cheek. A shimmer not noticed by Rogue wrapped around her and the man smiled his smile that Rogue had come to love after all these years. "You didn't listen.... Thank you..." He said still smiling. "I may not have long.... Can you grant an old man one last wish?" he asked Rogue but she shook her head no. "I will grant my father as many wish's as he wants.... I won't let you die dad... I won't..." she said through tears. The man just kept smiling. "Please... let me hear that song you have been making..." He said as his breathing started to slow more.

Rogue wiped her tears the best she could as she started to sing the song she had been working on. As she sang, the mans smile never faded. His breath did however. Around the time her song ended, the man stopped breathing and had gone limp. Rogue was balling her eyes out as she fell to the floor in a ball. The only family she ever had was gone and she was alone again. That was until a familiar hand and voice reached her. "I'ts okay kitten.... I'm here..."

Through tear stricken eyes, Rogue looked up and there was her father, less bruised than before and actually breathing. Rogue jumped into his arms, crying from joy and fear both at once. "Don't leave me again... please..." She balled as the man wrapped her in his arms. "I promise my kitten.... I will do my best.." as he says this, the door to the house is busted down and neighbors enter the house and see the scene.

2 years later, Rogue is at her graduation party and everyone is excited. Her father is having conversations with a few people but seemed to concentrate on a man in green. Her friends were all talking about what academies they were going to. "Hey Rogue!" Iris, who was one of Rogues closest friends, said. "Which one are you going to?" Rogue shrugged. she had not thought about it for a bit. She had made Viola after the incident a few years back with the intent to go to Vale, but she had second thoughts. "I... I don't know Amber..." She said. Just then the man in green came up to Rogue and smiled. "Hello Rogue." He said. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.

Rogue looked at him closer. "You're... You're Professor Ozpin.... the HeadMaster at Beacon academy..." She said a bit in awe. Ozpin nodded his head. "I had heard of what you did a few years back. I was wondering if you would like a spot in Beacon Academy?" he asked. Rogue accepted immediately, she would never get a chance like that again and she was not letting it slip through her fingers. She packed her belongings when the time came and hugged her dad, wishing him to be safe. He did the same as she began the travel to Beacon.

Other:
She has part of a photo that has her old family in it. Part of it is ripped off though.

 

[Duke of Doge]

Appearance:

(Imagine she also has a chest holster + a belt & hip holster)
Name: Violet Cestria
Age: "17... I think."
Gender: Female
Team: NA
Country of origin: "Technically... Menagerie, but it was never really home."
Motivation: "Ensure people (She says people but she really means Faunus) never have to go through what I did... and hopefully gain equality and fair treatment for all Faunus."

Human/Faunus: Feline Faunus
Sexual Orientation: "I'll take what I can get."
Weapon: (will upgrade later)
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Semblance: "I can turn invisible. I can control which parts of me disappear too. It feels weird to do it though, and breathing becomes difficult if I hold it for too long."
Skills/talents: "I know a fair deal about living off the land and economics. I'm not very book smart though."
Personality:
Personality: Violet is cocky, very flirty, somewhat lazy and sarcastic. Above all, she loves to mess with people. She has more than a bit of an inflated ego and somewhat of an anger problem. Violet has a tendency to smile a lot... sometimes creepy, sometimes crazy, sometimes cute. She keeps her history well hidden.

Violet has more than a little bit of a crazy side. Depending on the situation, she develops a bloodlust, a dark, twisted and sadistic side. Behind all of this, however, Violet is just a girl scared of her emotions.

Bio: Violet was born into a band of traders. They lived on the road and in caravans. At the age of 9, her caravan was attacked by human bandits, then the Grimm. Violet only survived because her semblance kicked in. She feels a great deal of guilt about this and often thinks herself a coward. The attack left her with some kind of PTSD and a deep loathing distrust of humans. Violet was left without a family or home, forced to survive in the wilds of vale for months. She was eventually picked up by a huntsman, who raised her as his own until she was of age to enroll at Beacon. Violet wanted to be a wandering huntress. So the tragedy that befell her family won't be repeated, and hopefully get justice for all Faunus.

Other:
She has a noticeable scar on the right side of her lip, and several scars on her body.


Fairy Tale Inspiration: Cheshire cat.

 

[Elekta Kount]

"Don't matter where ya came from, bruv...what matters is where ya goin"
Name: Crim "Butch" Smo
Age: 17
Species: Human
Country of Origin: Vale
Weapons:
Junker- "It ain't pretty, but it gets the job done"- Junker is a weapon that has been built out of solely out of either scrapped or spare weapon parts. Although the weapon is admitably shoddy, Junker's main strength is it's versatility in a fire fight, as it is a modeler weapon. Thus various weapon attachments and even weapon mods can be used to modify the weapon to the situation, although it takes a small bit of time.
There are three weapon mods that can be fitted onto Junker's weapon frame an various attachment for the weapon.
Shocker Mod- Converts the weapon into a sort of SMG, best for mid-range use and can be fitted with either replace the weapon stock with a pistol grip to be held with a single hand or a attaching a simple fore grip for better accuracy.
Assualter Mod- Converts the weapon into a form of shotgun, which can either be outfitted with a pump action feature to discharge more rounds at a slower speed or a drum barrel with an automatic feature at the cost of recoil and damage per shot.
Launcher Attachment- Junker can be converted into a makeshift rocket launcher, which fits on the end of the barrel regardless of which weapon mod is currently attached. Although it does prevent the weapon from firing, it does provides the user the capability to fire off a explosive rocket
Shush Attachment- Essentially A makeshift silencer that can dampened the noise of the weapon fire, but at the cost of weapon damage and a slight decrease in weapon accuracy. Can only be attached to either the Ranger or Shocker Mods.
Snake Fang- Essentially an old war bayonet, can be used either as a knife or as a bayonet attachment for Junker. Cannot be attached while Junker has on the Launcher or Shush Attachment.
Throwables- The two types of explosives that Butch utilizes: An improvised grenade for AT purposes and a Molotov cocktail for AP purposes.
Jack- Less of a weapon and more of an a worn mail man bag. Butch can carry his weapon modifications as well as additional ammunition for himself and his team within the pack.

Spoiler: Junker

Fighting Style: In a few simple words: Guerrilla, versatility, speed, opportunist, flanker, and dirty. Butch does not like to fight without having all the advantageous first. Butch likes to prob and exploit any weaknesses in the enemy, it's why he generally comes in from the flanks or the rear when engaging in a fight, and prefers not to engage the enemy head on if possible. Rather, Butch fighting method is to strike the enemy rapidly, before re-positioning himself quickly before his opponent even knew what hit him or her, quickly become naturally hidden in the background if he needs to. Given Butch's modular weapon option, it givens him a variety of options when engaging the enemy, and he knows where best to input his firepower for the best output damage.
That being said, there are a few problems with the way he fights. Butch will not last too long in a confrontational or prolonged fight without retreating. Butch will only do so if in the desperate of times, as he doesn’t lack the courage to do so, it’s just he will be more of a distraction. The young man can, however, last significantly longer in a gunfight as opposed to melee, but he can still be out shot by dedicated gunners or snipers.
Semblance: Smokey- Butch can unleash a stream of thick smoke from his upper face forward a short distance, obstructing the view of anybody viewing into the smoke or caught in the smoke. The smoke will linger for a bit before it breaks up. Given his time with this semblance, Butch has learned to navigating quite effectively through the cover of his semblance. Butch can also either shoot the smoke toward in a thick stream or straight downward, causing it to quickly surround Butch.
Skills/talents:
Improvisational Weapons- Considering Butch hadn't any resources growing up meant that the boy had always had to improvise, even with his weapons. As such, Butch has enough technical know how to make weapons out of basic everyday ingredients and use them in a variety of creative ways.
Slight of Hand- This isn't simply just card tricks he knows, though he does know a few. Butch has has been brought up with a few tricks up his sleeves, in-particularly, making things appear to be one thing while another thing is happening. This is usually useful when he want to steal somthing, but it can also be used to fool the opponent.
Parkour- Butch is very good at running away from things, no matter the terrain.
Hide-'n-Seek Champion- Butch's favorite game is hide n' seek. Butch is quite skilled at hiding himself every since he was a boy, so even without a semblance to cloak himself, Butch can be a very difficult person to find if he wants to hide.
Appearance:

Spoiler: Combat Gear

Spoiler: Face Claim

Emblem:

Personality:
"I've neva 'ad it easy, but I've never needed it to be."
Given the way Butch fights, some people may consider him a bit of a snake(not literally...). It is true, honor is honestly a concept that is irrelevant to a man such as Butch, but only because he has decided that there bigger priorities in life; One of them, is the safety of his fellow comrades.
Butch is a actually rather jolly fellow, to say the least, which quite odd given how his upbringing treated him. The man treats everyone he meets, friend or stranger, with a friendly and open attitude as well as a bit of camaraderie. Thus, it's not a rarity you would hear the Butch refer to a person as "Bruv" or "Sister", although for those closer to him he'll refer to them as "Brother" or "Sis". In fact, Butch is a man who's willing to listen and speak his mind on a lot of things, be it on the subject of fighting or just causally conversing about the weather. Butch does enjoy the company of people to being alone, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of operating solo, he's done so for most of his life.
In a fight, Butch is quite generally speaking gets quite serious and hunkered down at on the task at hand. Not that the young man can't make a clever quip or two, it's just he prefers to keep his focus. Observing is Butch's default state in a fight, as he's always watching for weakness for himself to exploit, as well as watching for his ally's back. If an ally's ever in trouble or downed, Butch is almost always the first to come to their aid, be it taking the attention of their opponent off of them or carrying them to safety on his own back.
In general life, Butch isn't as shaken (comparatively) by defeat or loss, in fact one may say he's quite used to it at this point in his life, but that doesn't stop him from fighting on. Butch's philosophy on the matter? We fight, we get defeat, we rise, then we fight again...until we win, or until we're dead...no shame from running from a battle, if it means we can come back and win the war. It's all about scale, and the long term, in Butch's opinion, it's why he's not quick to celebrate victory, or assume defeat.
Bio:
"So ya want to know more about me, hm?...Not much to say, if I 'ad to be honest, it's quite the same as any other orphan or bastard of Rament...I started as an' accident...no use hidin' the fact, ain't like it's big deal...Never knew my da, never really care to...but me mum...she was somthin' entirely different to me...she was me superhero, could of done anythin' and everythin', all for me...you might have said otherwise, 'cause, well.... she was a thief, and a pretty damn good one too, from what I've 'eard...Never ever got caught, hehe...I remember, when I was a wee lad, we traveled a lot together...even across an ocean one time...never could stay in one place for too long, else we get too much heat...she taught me a lot about stealing and tricking people, though she always had a thing for not hurtin' them if they've done nuthin' wrong...guess you can say she was a bit of a pacifist..odd considerin' how I turned out...I wonder sometimes if she'd be proud of who I became...I still wonder...
Anyhow...me mum passed away when I was still a wee boy...could believe one of Remenet's greatest thieves died to a cold from rain? Hehe...yeah, I couldn't believe it too...least I was by her side when she finally joined Oum...had to bury her too, which isn't somthin' a wee boy should do...but what could you do?...the only thing I 'ad to remember her, is this red scarf...it's in good condition, ain't it? Had to mend a couple of times...but it's still intact...just like how me mum used to wear it...after me mum died, I was on my own...livin' out on the streets all by meself...stealin', trickin', beggin'...fightin' for any scraps I could get me hands on...wasn't much of a livin' for a wee lad, I tell ya...but I'm 'ere an' still kickin', ain't I?..."
Theme song:

Spoiler

Spoiler

 

[Normal_Is_Boring]

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  Name: Willow Faye
  
  Color Naming Rule: Willow as in the tree, which is very recognizably green. Willow’s theme colors are green and other earthy tones.
  
  Inspiration Character: Tinkerbell (From Peter Pan)
  
  Kingdom of Origin: Vale
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Asexual
  
  Age: 17 (people tend to assume she is 15-16)
  
  Team: TBD
  
  Year: 1st
  
  Aura Color: Yellow/Gold
  
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  Physique: Slim, delicate, feminine, with some muscles from training and fighting.
  
  Height/Weight: 5”2’, 113 lbs
  
  Race: Human
  
  Appearance: Willow has long, messy, light blonde hair, big blue eyes, pale skin and soft features.
  
  Spoiler: Willow

  
  
  Casual Clothes: What Willow wears on a normal day when not training or fighting.
  
  Spoiler: Everyday Outfit

  
  
  Fancy Clothes: The dress Willow will wear to fancier events.
  
  Spoiler: Dressed Up Outfit

  
  
  Armor: Willow wears this when she knows she will be fighting or when she is on a mission.
  
  Spoiler: Combat Outfit

  
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  Motivation: Willow doesn’t have some long tragic backstory. She just has a big heart and wants to protect and save people. She was lucky in that she had a great childhood with only a few challenges. But a lot of her friends from other towns and villages were not as lucky. Many of them lost homes, family, and/or belongings due to Grimm. As a kid she would always ask her parents if she could go help them, but her parents refused as she was too young and it was too dangerous. Now that she is older, she wants to do what she couldn’t do as a child. Plus she knows things are getting worse out there, and her family and friends in her hometown might not be safe forever.
  
  Bio: A lot of it was covering in ‘Motivation’. She was raised in a simple village in Vale by her mom and dad. She picked up the flute at a young age and has been playing ever since. She had a nice life with many friends with whom she would play with constantly. They were not all as lucky as she was, but she treated them fairly and with respect nonetheless. After seeing them struggle, she started training in secret, as her parents did not want her in danger. A few of her friends had the same idea, so they would all train with each other and help each other out. While Willow didn’t have official training, she actually became quite good. She achieved her dream of enrolling at Beacon and now spends a lot of her time trying to succeed in school as she is also a very good student.
  
  Personality: Willow’s personality matches her body: delicate and soft. She is kind and cheerful, but also stubborn at times. Her stubbornness is her main downfall, as she sometimes doesn’t know when to quit or retreat. Empathetic and considerate are two other traits she has, meaning she cares a lot about others and tries to understand their thoughts and emotions so she doesn’t upset them. Besides her stubbornness, she is actually extremely mature for her age, but many people do not realize this due to her quietness. She does not speak that much (explained in ‘other’) and when she does speak, she speaks very softly. She has the capability to be louder if she wants but rarely chooses to be so. Many people think she is shy but that is not entirely true, she is actually quite friendly but just isn’t extremely outgoing or loud.
  
  Semblance: Manipulation/Creation of Wind- [Still has not discovered it at beginning of the roleplay, so I will explain it vaguely since it’s fairly self explanatory and she will develop it.] Long story short, Willow will be able to manipulate gusts of wind and create them from scratch if needed. At full potential, which is a long ways away, she will be able to create strong cyclones. But at first she will only be able to use small gusts of wind to push people and things around. She will learn a few tricks as well, such as pushing an enemy off balance (easy), using the air to propel her jumps a bit higher (medium), or being able to shift a bullet’s course so it won’t hit her (extremely difficult). She will also be able to use it when playing her flute since she can use the wind to carry her song and either target specific targets or make it so the sound travels farther. What she lacks in physical strength and fighting she will be able to make up by being great at using her semblence. Now she only needs a way of unlocking it...
  
  Weapon: Dormir- Dormir’s is a silver flute. As it is awkward to carry even though it is super light, Willow attaches it to her belt when she is not using it. The flute uses dust, but she can play it without the effects of the dust, which she likes to do. She may not be able to speak that much or that loudly but everyone can understand music. When using it in battle though, she can choose to use dust to make it so the song puts enemies to sleep. If an enemy has some form of resistance to the music, its effects might be weakened to just making them calm, tired, or if they can resist it all together then it obviously had no effect. When playing a song that will induce sleep, gold tribalesque marks appear on her fingers (due to her gold Aura). Dormir has another form, a shorter silver sword. Pretty self explanatory.
  
  Spoiler: Flute

  
  Spoiler: Sword

  
  
  Skills/Talents:
  Flute playing, of course. She also is known for having a way with wildlife/animals. In battle she can sneak better than others due to her smaller frame and natural quietness.
  
  Other: Willow speaks fairly softly most of the time and loses her voice often due to yelling during training or battle. Her voice is fragile and she believes one day she might go mute. She is scared that one day she will lose her voice, either temporarily or permanently, when she is in trouble and won’t be able to yell for help.
  

 

[Keidivh]

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  Eis KaltName: Eis Kalt
  
  
  Age: "I've seen seventeen winters if that's what you mean? That's how my mom taught me to keep track of age. What? What do you mean it'd be easier to just say 17?"
  
  
  Year: "Well, this is my first time attending Beacon. Or any school for that matter..."
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: "Um, that's kind of a weird question isn't it? Heh, um, well I'm only attracted to people I've grown really close to, doesn't really matter their gender."
  
  
  Country of Origin: "I'm from Mistral. Not like the city Mistral though. More like the general continent."
  
  
  Aura Color: Icy Blue
  
  
  Species: "I'm an Arctic Fox! I thought the ears, tail and fangs would clue you in to that. You're really not the most observant person are you? Was that mean? That was mean wasn't it?"
  
  
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  Weapons:
  
  
  
  Rending Claws - A pair of finely forged gauntlets with razor sharp tips on each finger, Eis made this under the tutelage of her mother. They are aptly named, able to tear through thick Grimm hides and armor with ease. While not an armament that is often seen, it is the weaponry her mother say was used by warriors of her family for generations, and thus the young fox takes great pride in it. Her and her mother were looked on as savages, and this ferality was embraced in her gear. The claws have been made to be retractable as well, allowing her to keep her gauntlets on at all times. In the harsh wilds of Mistral one must always be ready to fight your life, and Eis has taken this less to heart.
  
  There is more to her weapons than sharp claws and a hard punch however. On the top of the hand on each gauntlet is a socket which can be inlaid with a precious Dust gem, allowing her to envelop her claws in flames, make them harder than rock or give razor sharp talons of ice.
  
  Fighting Style: Eis is a warrior, through and through. Diving straight into the ranks of the enemy, she uses her gauntlets and surprising strength to pummel anyone she gets close to. This is helped greatly by the fact that she is a skilled martial artist, able to use her moves to outmaneuver and overwhelm her opponents. With these skills she seeks to annihilate her opponents before they're able to truly fight back. To help her get into combat and quickly she uses her semblance to move with astounding speed. This allows her to close distances effectively and stay out of reach of enemy attacks.
  
  This is vital as Eis is not someone who can take a great amount of hits. She has to avoid getting cornered at all costs, as her Aura can only take a small amount of punishment.
  
  Skills/Talents:
  
  • Huntress - Years spent with her mother in the wild has turned Eis into an expert tracker. She is able to locate her prey through even the most dense forests and harsh environments.
  • Blood hound - Even for a Faunus, Eis has very sensitive ears and nose, possibly her body trying to make up for her lack of an eye. This allows her to be quite perceptive, and difficult to sneak up on.
  • The arts - While she was raised in the wilds, Aurora instilled a bit of culture into her daughter, teaching her to play the ukulele, and even dance. This is something Eis enjoys doing greatly, a way to feel close to her mother.
  
  Semblance: Natural Emotions - A rather interesting and potentially quite dangerous semblance, Eis' semblance is completely dependent on her mood, and certain moods take on the form of certain elements. This likely derived from her intense emotions and strong ties to the natural world While powerful, Eis is not always the most stable person, and so her powers are quite often unpredictable, ever to herself. As of now her semblance has manifested in four distinct ways, which she refers to as her Aspects. If used too extensively, she will quickly lose Aura and grow exhausted.
  
  Inferno (Fire) - Imbues Eis with a raging fury, engulfing her twin scythe’s in flame, assaulting her enemy in a tirade of furious attacks. This is only activated when Eis loses herself to anger, rage and hate. This is the most dangerous form of her semblance, as she can easily lose herself and attack even friends, and will completely forget about her own personal safety. Eis is unwilling to use this under any circumstance.
  
  Vortex (Wind)- Imbues Eis with astounding speed, able to move quickly across the battlefield, even creating small vortexes to trip up and incapacitate enemies. Able to be used when Eis is feeling particularly excitable, happy, energetic and bouncy. This is Eis' most common used version of her semblance as she is a naturally energetic and hyperactive girl, and often uses it in her daily routine without realizing it.
  
  Tide (Water) - With this Eis is able to flow and weave between enemy attacks, avoiding their blows with ease and making it easy to get through an opponent’s defense. This comes at the cost of softer hits and a less aggressive fighting style than is her norm. When Eis finds an inner calm she is able to use this, though she still has yet to discover its potential.
  
  Quake (Earth) - Armed with the strength of the earth, Eis' blows can become shattering strikes, able to crush most objects into powder. It also greatly increases her ability to take punishment. Her movements seem to be slowed however, not able to strike or run quite as quickly. This is combined with the emotions of determination, and protectiveness. Eis is currently unable to use this in combat effectively.
  
  
  
  
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  Bio/Motivation:
  Eis was raised in the wilds of Mistral by Emerald Dryade, a huntress of some renown in the area who had retired to the relatively peaceful wilds in the outskirts of Mistral. Eis spent most of her childhood with her mother alone who was fairly reclusive, keeping them away from most towns and never going into Mistral proper. While Eis never really understood this, she never really bothered to question it either, as her mother treated her with a great deal of love, often setting time to play with her and teach her.
  
  As she grew though Eis became more and more curious of the towns near them, wanting to play with the children. Occasionally she would sneak out to try and play, but found it difficult to interact with the other children who found her to be odd, or simply didn't want to play with some dirty Faunus. Eis never gave up however, and kept on returning to the towns around her home, much to their occupants dismay.
  
  As she neared her teen years, Eis managed to convince her mother to begin training her as a Huntress, desperately wanting to follow in her mothers footsteps, to defend others. It took a couple of years, but Aurora eventually conceded to the stubborn pup.
  
  Shortly after her 14th birthday, her mother awoke her early one morning, saying she was going to take Eis on a hunting trip, to show her how to track down Grimm. Eis was overjoyed, and eagerly followed her mother east, unaware of Aurora's nervousness. Needless to say, the hunting trip didn't go as the young fox thought.
  
  
  Spoiler: The Hunting Trip

  This was incredible. No, no, that wasn’t good enough, nowhere near good enough to describe this. This was a stupendously fantastical day! After so many years it had happened! She finally broke her mother’s will, forcing her to take her into the wilds to witness a Hunt! And not just hunting a stray Beowulf, but a real hunt! An Ursa was spotted somewhere east of the village from where her family lived, and had gotten dangerously close to stumbling upon the village Elios. And now here she was, out here with her mother, heading into the desolate wilderness to find their quarry.
  
  “Eis love, you’ve been staring into the sky for the past fifteen minutes with an adorably stupid grin dear. It’s endearing, but not something to do when we’re hunting an Ursa.” The gentle, melodic voice of her mother lulled her back from her daydream and back into the foreboding swamps of east Mistral. When her mother said east, she didn’t think this far east? Maybe she was doing this just for her! Their own little hunting trip!
  
  And yet as they continued walking they found no Ursa tracks. In fact, there was no sign of Grimm having been anywhere in the area. Eis thought nothing of it, but her mother had a look of deep concern on her face.
  
  “Well this is boring, damn Ursa must have scuttled off when it heard us coming. Pansy!” She yelled into the woods, challenging something to show itself.
  
  “Eis, silence!” This time, her mother’s voice was far from gentle, her sharp green eyes carefully scanning the foggy area around them.
  
  Finally a figured appeared from the fog, the glow of his cigar the only thing that could be clearly seen, highlighting his strange purple eyes. His oddly calm voice only made the situation all the more foreboding. “Good day Miss Kalt, a pleasure to see you again, though I wish it were under better circumstances. Let us be civil about this, after all, we wouldn't want any harm to come to the child.”
  
  As he spoke, her mother took out her Katar, a savage grimace forming on her face as she shoved Eis behind her. “If you so much as look at my girl I’ll tear out your throat with my teeth.” The Fox Faunus hissed. This elicited only a frustrated sigh from the man, who then snapped his fingers. Emerging from the fog came multiple warriors, all dressed in black and crimson attire, the symbol of a bloody wolf on their clothing.
  
  “Mum, who are these people? What’s happening?” Eis tried to suppress the shear amount of terror she was feeling, but failed miserably as her voice cracked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
  
  “Do not take it personally pup. It's simply survival of the fittest.” The man with the cigar stated simply as suddenly his companions began assaulting her mother. Aurora shoved her to the ground as she bore her Katar, dashing into combat to keep her daughter safe. She was amazing to behold, cutting down any who drew to close to her, while she just lay there, paralyzed by fear.
  
  For a time it seemed as if her mother could pull it off, shrugging off her many wounds as she pushed forward in the battle. However as the battle seemed to draw to a close two shots went off, and crimson began to spread through her mothers stomach.
  
  “Most impressive Mrs. Kalt, it seems your skills haven't dulled. Such a waste.” The cigar man said casually as his twin revolvers slid back into his sleeves and he made his way towards the dying Huntress.
  
  “Mom!” Eis cried out as her dying mother finally snapped her out of her fear induced state. As the cigar man moved to finish the job Eis threw herself across her mother’s body, refusing to let her go.
  
  “Please stop! Don’t take her from me. Please.” She pleaded as she tried to put pressure on the wounds, crimson pouring over her fingers.
  
  The man simply knelt down and stared at her, his face concealed by his strange hood and shades. “I must say however that you child, are a disappointment.” He said with an air of indifference, before a blade appeared from his sleeve, slashing upwards and cutting clean across her right eye. The young fox Faunus fell back onto the ground, clutching at her eye as she remained in stunned pain.
  
  “Such weakness. Not only do you not fight for your mother, but you don't fight for yourself. Hmph, the Dread Wolf will not be pleased.” The cigar man began to clean off his blade as he had dirtied it with animal blood rather than a girls. “Well Mrs. Kalt, I shan't prolong your suffering any longer. Fret not, I will ensure your daughter is…” However he was never able to finish his sentence, an explosion knocking the murderer away from her mother, sending him reeling back into the fog.
  
  Eis tried to look over to see her savior, barely able to make out his figure. He seemed to be a fairly tall and lanky man, wearing a white jacket with a blood red cape, and spiked black hair. What was most distinctive was the massive sword he held, the barrel of it smoking.
  
  “Well now, here I am wandering through the woods expecting to find Grimm, and I stumble across a completely different kind of monster.” His voice was gruff, but held a certain charm to it.
  
  None of that mattered to her now as she dragged herself to her mother’s broken form, a large pool of blood now formed around her body. Aurora grasped at her daughters hand as she took her last breaths. “Eis dear, this isn’t your end. Do you hear me love? You will become a mighty huntress, or whatever else you wish. You will overcome this.” Eis stared at her blankly as, tears and blood streaming down her face.
  
  “Mom, please no.”
  
  Emerald gave her a gentle smile as the light finally faded in her shining eyes. “I love you my pup.”
  
  And with those final words, Eis’ world was consumed by blackness, as the strange warrior walked over to the broken family.
  
  When Eis awoke she shot up in her bed, breathing heavily as she tried to calm down. It was a bad dream, that’s all it was. A bad, bad dream. She went to rub her eyes as she began to awake, but when she did she felt a piece of cloth across her right eye. And that could only mean…
  
  “No. No.. No no no no NO! MOM!?” Her voice was hysterical as she cried out. She heard some commotion outside of her room, someone making their way towards her. Yet it wasn’t her mother who came for her, but the stranger that save her. Backing against the frame of her bed, she felt fear start to creep into her spine before she forced it away. No, she would not be scared. Not ever again.
  
  "Hey kid, easy, I'm not gonna hurt ya, you're safe here." an awkward silence passed between the two, lasting for some time before the stranger spoke again. "So, uh, you have any family I can bring you to." Tears welled up in her eyes. Wait, no. Her eye... There was no one else she could be brought to. She was alone now.
  
  A long sigh escaped the stranger as he pondered what to do next. "So, what should I do with you then." Eis stared ahead blankly as she considered his words. Eventually, her eye turned towards the man, an iron resolve now within. "Teach me to become a huntress." The stranger looked surprised for a moment before a smirk came over his face. "Well, that I can do."
  
  After the incident, Eis remained in the 'care' of the Huntsman known as Geist. Not exactly what you'd call a people person, Geist was reluctant to take the pup into his care, and only did so at the urging of the Headmaster Ozpin who he was in service of. While not always warm, Geist cared for Eis as best he could, and grew to view her more as family as time went on. Still he was no parent, and the only he could provide her with truly was the skills of a Huntsman. For Eis though, that was enough.
  
  
  Personality:
  The first thing most people tend to notice about Eis is her rather awkward tendencies. Try as she might, Eis always comes off as rather odd, and many have written her off as a weirdo or freak. Others find her bumbling attempts at being outgoing to be little more than an annoyance, shooing her away as quickly as possible. Despite these difficulties she nearly always maintains the appearance of eternal optimism, and while some may find it irritating, she is always real. She's not the type of person to lie to you or try to deceive you. What you see with Eis is what you get.
  
  If one looks past the awkward, aggravating habits of the fox, they'll find a girl that has a genuine love for life and those around her. She is quite compassionate, seeming to always be ready to lend a helping hand in whatever way she's able to. Eis is also an energetic and vibrant girl, who is always up for a good time and exudes and aura of excitement to those around her.
  
  However beneath the smiles and optimism is a girl who is wracked with self doubt, and is incredibly self-critical. She constantly berates herself under her breath, and has on occasion had an emotional breakdowns of rage and sorrow. This in turn has made Eis something of a perfectionist, always pushing herself to be better, stronger, no matter what the cost is to herself. More concerning is her apparent lack of regard for her own personal safety, likely due to her failure in protecting her mother years ago
  
  While having no conventional education, Eis' time spent growing in the wilds has given the girl an innate cunning as she has learned that to survive she must be able to out think would be predator's. If faced with an impossible situation, Eis will not be cowed, and is able to find solutions to problems others would likely never have guessed at.
  
  While at times a bit much to handle, Eis is an innately cheerful, friendly and selfless person, and if one were to give her a chance, they would be hard pressed to find a truer friend and companion.
  
  Likes:
  
  • The outdoors
  • Fruit
  • Swimming
  • Her ukulele
  • Dancing
  • Comedies
  • Dog treats ("What? They're tasty!")
  • Her teddy, Captain Fuzzy.
  Dislikes:
  
  • Being called a savage
  • Being called a coward
  • Failure
  • Liars
  • Whistles
  • Bad smells
  • Someone trying to take off the sash covering her right eye
  
  
  Physique: Despite being a fierce warrior, Eis has a petite frame, standing at only 5'2. Her body has been well honed from years of training however, and her small body packs one hell of a punch. Two white fox ears protrude from her snowy hair, along with a bushy tail. Her canine's are also much sharper than normal teeth, more akin to fangs than anything else. Eis' most noticeable feature is the lack of her right eye, which she keep covered with a light blue sash at all times
  
  
  
• 
  
  Clothes: Coming from nothing, and with Geist providing little aside from training, housing and food, Eis only has her outfit from Mistral, that she wears whether in combat or hanging. She does have pajamas though!
  
  
  Spoiler: Pj's

  
  
  Quirks:
  
  • Eis often plays with her tail absentmindedly
  • When stressed or nervous Eis will usually bite her lip with her fang
  • Eis has gotten fleas before, and is now slightly paranoid about catching them again
  • When trying to come up with a plan, Eis will occasionally consult with Captain Fuzzy
  
  Theme song:
  
  

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Name: Emerald Greene
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Emerald is very fit and muscular, he is 6’ 3”, and weighs 173 lbs.

Spoiler: Face Claim:

Spoiler: Outfit:

Spoiler: Emblem

Team: Not Determined yet
Country of origin: Vale
Bio/Motivation: Emerald was born into a rich family, the way his family got the money is what made people not really respect him or them. He was forced to stay quiet throughout most of his life and his family was very well known in most places but Emerald tried his best to stay unnoticed, almost as if living a double life. One day he was going for a walk outside the kingdom walls and found himself straying too far away when a giant grimm attacked him, as he fell to the floor and closed his eyes hoping and praying for a way out of death. He noticed a shadow of a female that killed the beast and helped him up, she knew who he was but didn’t see him as a and person like everyone else did, she was very kind and after that day they began to hang out. He was stuck on whether or not he should be like his family or to try and be his own person. The girl gave him advice to just be who he wanted to be and to just follow his heart so he decided to go under some training by her to become a hunter and help people that are in trouble. They later became lovers but after finally enrolling into school to be an official hunter Emerald found out that his lover was killed by a group that controlled the grimms and ever since then he hasn’t been the same.
Human/Faunus: Human
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weapon: Fell Cyclone - This weapon is capable of becoming an elemental sniper that he can use to change bullet type to whatever element is needed for the moment, Emerald uses the snipers kick to gain more mobility around the battlefield. When he switches to the scythe variant of his weapon he can change the blades edge into whatever element he would like using the bullets of the sniper within the gain mobility but the bullets within it aren’t as strong. Lastly, when he gains his dual short swords from splitting the weapon into two he can change the blades edge to an electric attack and while this is activated it can increase his speed.
Semblance: Increased speed and agility, speed increases with more experience and at full potential is in terms of almost the flashes speed. He can also absorb a hit from an attack and force back 2 times the strength of the attack, if used too often his body will strain and weaken causing this Semblance to get weaker.

Spoiler: Fell Cyclone

Skills/talents: Emerald is a very good hacker since his family is known for getting money from maintaining the kingdoms power supply and other things (Bad things). He is also very good at massages, creating music, and drawing.
Personality: Emerald is very caring but usually stays silent unless he needs to speak in combat, you won’t find him speaking much unless he knows someone well enough. Emerald is very sneaky and will find other ways to express his emotions whether it be through drawing or his music. He very much likes women and can sometimes be seen finding ways to impress them but even though he does do this, people can tell he is somewhat broken inside and they can see he is looking for a girl to fix him.

 

[Elysium]

Name
Eisen Wren

Country of Origin
Vacuo

Age
17

Physique
Tall, with a well-built runners body.

Race
Human

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Team

Year
1st

Motivation
To be the strongest, with or without a semblance.

- - -

Personality
Eisen is, at his core, dedicated. All his life, he has struggled. And he always found ways to survive and grow from the experience.

While he is the friendly sort, Eisen is crude and tactless, due to his upbringing. He's also rather dumb, except in the areas of combat and hunting. Eisen doesn't know all the modern trends or what's cool.

He's fearless and headstrong. But it hasn't gotten him killed yet, so that's not going to change any time soon.

Semblance
It's a cause for great stress for Eisen. He's starting with a cruel handicap at Beacon, for he still doesn't have an active semblance.

Weaponry and Armor
Without a semblance, Eisen had to get creative with armor and weapons. In a world where others go more complicated, with transforming weapons and crazy elemental powers, Eisen went simpler.

After years of training in the wilds with his master, he developed the armor and sword to play on his particular strengths and movements.

Without moving parts and hidden bits, his katana is far faster than most weapons in this world.

He has just enough armor to bolster his defenses based on careful planning based on past injury sites, but he remains agile and quick, to dodge and counter whatever the world throws at him.

His armor, all handmade, consists of the clothing in his FC, was well as metal greaves, vambraces, and a chain tunic under his shirt.

If his katana is unavailable for any reason, he is well trained in a few unarmed styles as well. Mastery of his body is paramount to the crippled huntsman to be.

Skills/Talents
Peak Performance - To make up for a lack of superpowers, Eisen trained his body to be damn close.

Survivalist - Eisen grew up in the wilds. He's the go-to guy for anything about not dying in the unforgiving world outside the populated areas.

Unshakeable - You cannot scare Eisen. He will not retreat.

Other
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[Thepotatogod]

Name: Silva/Tick Clocksworth
Age: 17|2
Gender: Male || Female
Team: ????
Country of origin:
Vaccuo || Atlas
Motivation:
To carry on the Clocksworth legacy
Human/faunus. Human || N/A
Sexual Orientation:
Straight as a board
Weapon:
His entire body's his weapon. Why? Due to the fact that most of his upper body has been turned into machine due to an accident before he unlocked his aura, several new-generation machines smuggled from Atlas were used to heal him. His arms can scan and absorb any kind of Dust and use it to fire Dust-Oriented beams or make his physical attacks gain such attributes.
Semblance:
Copy Machine - Copy Machine allows Silva to copy any aura-based attack/projectile when hit by said attack. He can only use it at a certain way with a randomized set of usage. Think of it as Megaman's Weapons in the games--except only one attack and a very limited weapon slots
Skills/talents:
-Great Mechanic
-Weapons Expert
-Average CQC
Personality:
A somewhat upbeat and cheerful individual who is still trying to get used to combat. He has big goals that he wanted to achieve and shows the determination necessary to do so. Silva tries to support everyone in their dreams while still leaving enough to support himself. He seems to be the kind of guy who'll befriend anyone he meets as long as they're not an enemy.

Tick, on the other hand, is more of a assistant software who often checks up on Silva during combat situations. She speaks in a calm, polite manner yet lacks knowledge on social interaction. She feels more like a little sister than a program...Or is she?

Bio:
Silva is a man born under a family of mechanics that focuses on both weaponry and simple machinery such as clocks, cars, and televisions. When he was a young boy, Silva got into an accident while working on a weapon with a blacksmith. The accident caused most of his upper body to be burnt when the forge was suddenly tipped over, causing most of the heated magma to fall on his upper body. Luckily, he survived, but at the cost of his arms. This incident forced Silva to be bedridden for months until he went into an experimental proceedure involving smuggled Atlas technology. As evident, it was a success. Silva's body regained it's strength along with a fancy new set of prosthetic arms.

A few years later, Silva unlocked his aura and heard all about the tales of the Clocksworth family during the war and wishes to carry on that legacy. At first, his father didn't allow it, but he eventually did.

Tick was manifested when Silva took the entrance exam, appearing as a voice in his head telling him what would sound like basic analysis. At first, he thought that it was merely a new feature that his father put in before he left until he realized that there wasn't any proof of that and decided to ask the voice about it. It was revealed to him that the voice didn't exactly know who she was and came to with the only thought in her mind being 'assist him in any way you can'.

Other:
*Legend: Silva || Tick

 

[PorkChunks]

Name: Mika Gold

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Team: ????

Country of origin: Vale

Motivation:
Doesn't have much of a hero's thinking. After finding out his semblance, he thought he could use this to the best of his ability in order to become rich and powerful.

Human/faunus: Human

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Weapon:
His weapon of choice is a bo-staff with two extendable blades on each end. The middle of the bo-staff can split off turning into dual kamas. These dual kamas can be turned into pistols if he so chooses in order to fight from afar. He usually fights with his weapon in its bo-staff form, but will split it if the situation requires it.

Semblance:
Mika wasn't born with a offensive or defensive semblance. He figured out that his semblance was the ability to tell if someone is lying or telling the truth. After playing with his newfound power, he realized that if he held his hand on someone's forehead, he could force the truth out. Though doing so drains his aura a ton and forces him to rest. Knowing this, he never really uses it.

Skills/talents:
Mika took martial arts classes as a youngster. This is one of the main reasons why he chose to use a bo-staff. Not having a good semblance for fighting, he turns to martial arts to defeat his opponents.

Personality:
He is a quiet person when around those he doesn't know. Quite mysterious. Mika's personality doesn't really help when making friends, but once you get to know him, he becomes an interesting person. He also likes to admire the beauty of nature and enjoy the fresh air.

Bio:
Mika was born as the second child in Vale. His mother and father supported him throughout his journey to becoming a huntsmen. His sister died after a raid from the white fang. This has caused him to not be very fond of those of Faunus heritage. He had a very docile childhood not making that many friends as he was a quiet child. Though he still lived a happy life. He always had a dark opinion on the world, believing that the only way to survive is to become powerful. So that is exactly what he sought out to do , become powerful and survive.

Other: (:3)​

 

[Soviet Panda]

Appearance:

((No ears, he's got an orange crest on top of his head, though))
Name: Alani Hoopoe
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Team: TBA
Country of origin: Atlas
Motivation: He's just looking for an income. He and his family would really appreciate the extra cash.
Human/faunus: Faunus, Hoopoe
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weapon: Alani charges into battle with a large, two handed sword, just eclipsing six feet long, named Sverd. Large caliber rounds are kept in a drum magazine (6 shots) that cannot be fired from a distance. Effective range, right next to the target. Warning, do not use for mobility, you will hurt yourself.
Semblance: A rather simple Semblance, Alani is simply strong, inhumanly (infaunusly?) so. His large sword requires two hands for most people to even lift, Alani can swing it with just the one easily. Not to mention his astonishingly strong aura, perhaps being affected by his Semblance as well.
Skills/talents: Alani surprisingly knows quite a bit about etiquette, due to his mother's and father's work. And being raised among several other siblings, he is no stranger to fighting more than one person at the same time.
Personality: Alani, due to his upbringing, has a very rough and tumble way about him. Friend's and siblings have been wrestled to the ground or their head locked under his arm and the rest of them being flung around as he turned this way and that. Quiet also doesn't gel with him easily, and his naturally loud voice can be easily heard.
Bio: Alani has grown up surrounded by noise. Him and his siblings squawking at anything with the smallest of excuses, his parents yelling at them and wondering why their children are making so much noise, the children yelling back their reason. That was simply the way of things. Surprisingly, though, his mother and father were servants of high regard. Both knew the proper etiquette of be quite, out of the way, and know what is needed without the employer/master having to say a word. It helped tremendously that the two's animal features were either fairly discreet or easily hidden, the tail feathers of his mother being hidden underneath her dress while his father's bird like eyes often going unnoticed.

The money, however, was not enough to live comfortably with so many children. They had a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, but little else. Alani, being the eldest, realized their situation first. And so, he took up odd jobs to help. But then he saw his chance to make some actual money and do something interesting. And that was to be a Huntsman. He doubted Atlas' school would accept him, so he looked else where. Luckily Beacon wasn't as picky.
Other:

 

[Danidify]

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• Personal
• Combat

• 
  Name: Maya Azure
  Age: 17
  Gender: Female
  Team: ?
  Country of origin: Originally Atlas, but she moved to Vale at a reasonably young age.
  Human/faunus: Human
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  
  Motivation: Besides just a sheer disliking of Grimm, she has always been eager to come into action instead of taking a side-line position as her family did.
  
  Personality: At first glance, Maya may seem to be a very reserved and timid girl. Her facial expressions tend to be quite neutral, even stoic perhaps, which, in combination with her bright blue eyes and hair, has even lead to people believing she was an android at a very young age. In actuality, Maya is indeed rather introverted and not the best at the usage of words. Physical gestures, like blasting things away with her cannon, is more like her style.
  
  Calm and dedicated yet extremely chaotic, misinterpreting Maya isn't all that difficult. To make things better, a lack of organization and a seemingly unstoppable spree of daydreaming followers her anywhere she goes. Maya's approach to situations tends to be rather reckless as well, adding up to her being a danger to the world when not regulated properly.
  
  As mentioned before, Maya is not some sort of emotionless machine. Her feelings tend to just be shown in a toned-down version compared to other individuals. The Atlesian girl's lack of social skills is not necessarily shown by her being quiet, though. She can talk and hold conversations just fine but faces occasional incongruence instead, making some of her statements coming off as awfully blunt or unfitting. In truth, Maya has little to no ill intent unless the person she is conversating with is somehow a Grimm.
  
  Bio: With pure Atlesian blood flowing through her veins, Maya was born and raised as a girl fascinated by the wonders of technology in which its weaponization was her main point of interest. After spending a couple of comfortable years back in Atlas, Maya’s family decided to boldly move to Vale. There they would set up a weapon crafting shop that wound up becoming surprisingly profitable thanks to the use of very modern technological advancements. Maya grew up looking at all kinds of unique components and creations, but it never really interested her all that much. She would leave the liking of tinkering and crafts to her older brothers. Maya just wanted to play with the finished results.
  
  It became quite apparent that the family trade was not one she aimed to join into. The young dreamer would always talk about her wish to become like one of the many customers that came into their workshop. One of the insanely cool huntsmen that fought of all those vicious little beasts. Maya always admired this line of work and quite clearly wished to do it herself as well. Her parents did not exactly appreciate her sight of the future, but they couldn’t really stop the stubborn soul nor push her into another direction. They were afraid she was too fragile for it. They didn’t want to lose their little girl.
  
  Luckily, Maya managed to prove them wrong after what could have been a catastrophic accident at the workshop. To put it simply, a large metal beam came crashing down without a warning, only to be stopped by merely the touch of her hand. Knowing all too well that her strength was far from capable of performing such a feat, it became clear something had kicked in. And that something was apparently a semblance.
  
  Following up on the abstract arrival of her ability, her parents were persuaded just enough for them to give her a chance at attending an academy. She’s been doing her utmost best ever since, and it has been awarding so far.
  
• 
  Weapon: TL ; DR, weapon 1: An energy/dust (uses fire, ice and electric dust) cannon named steel that fires off powerful beams/blasts whose strength is determined by how long the weapon is charged. Also is capable of just being used as a makeshift blunt weapon.
  
  weapon 2: A small dust handgun with a double barrel that fires of shocking bolts through the use of electric dust. Can shift into a compact taser that can also shock on impact.
  
  Spoiler: Steel

  

  <STEEL> Maya’s choice of weapon is a peculiar yet most definitely impressive one. The unique primary items she wields took her parents years to finally complete, meaning that she has yet to have gained all that much experience with it.
  
  Coming in the shape of a large 6 feet long heavy dust cannon, Maya wields a piece of innovation that has quite the destructive force. Simply nicknamed Steel (Shows how immensely creative she is), this powerful cannon fires off compressed beams of energy that are often tinkered with dust. Maya may blast away a total of 10 shots before having to reload.
  
  Steel only takes two to three seconds to generate a beam, a projectile that would be roughly 5 inches in width yet not have much more of an impact than the shot of a rifle. Charging the weapon longer will slowly but surely increase the power, range and beam size as noted beforehand. This does essentially compress together multiple beams, doing the damage in one quick burst instead of several weaker ones. For example, Maya could charge for four seconds to essentially have the power of two beams, or charge eight for the strength of four. Steel can maximally be charged for twenty seconds, upon which the weapon take up the strength of all 10 shots in one. A nifty addition is a choice to rapidly fire instead of said single burst, so Maya could basically charge up 10 shots and then release them in quick succession instead of the larger attack. Note that the weapon cannot store charges or so, and must be charged again every time its taken out of its compact stance.
  
  In dire situations, Steel can be fueled by dust to boost its strengths significantly. Maya mostly makes use of fire, lightning and ice dust for the sake of the side effects (burning, stunning and freezing), but also has air dust as an addition. It is quite notable to see when she utilizes dust, considering the fire type of the weapon often changes. Fire dust, for example, may send bursts of flames forward whereas air dust generates a powerful burst of air with a solid knock back. Ice dust greatly widens the beam at the cost of offensive capabilities to freeze, whereas lightning dust makes them thinner to release powerful shocks on impact. These attacks are very dust intensive, though, causing her to run out very quickly.
  
  As for its melee capabilities, well, it doesn't really have many exciting features to help. Steel has the ability to release various handles and such for holding, allowing it to theoretically just be used in close range as some sort of excessively large metal beam that can be flung around.
  Spoiler: Spark

  <SPARK> A weapon with yet another very creative name, Spark is Maya’s backup weapon in case her semblance suddenly dysfunctions or she is left unarmed for any other reason.
  
  Spark comes in the shape of a compact double-barreled handgun that solely functions on dust, specifically lightning dust. Although the impact isn’t as hard as a regular bullet, it does hurt quite badly and inflicts a volatile shock on hit. The weapon also has a secondary mode in which the front of the weapon tilts vertically, basically turning it into a taser that releases potent shocks on contact through the aid of the very same dust.
  

  
  
  Semblance:
  Weightless: Created by some of her core traits, Maya has developed a semblance that allows her to make herself and/or something she touches weightless for as long as said objects remain in contact with her. This ability does have its limits, considering it takes much more energy for her to influence heavier objects and there obviously is a limit as to how much weight she can totally mitigate.
  
  Thanks to her training, Maya is capable of keeping her weapon weightless with relative ease. She can quite accurately perform higher jumps, although she still has a lot to improve on in terms of manoeuvring herself in a weightless state. Right now, Maya tends to not use her ability very actively aside from carrying her weapon, considering it is very tiring for her to constantly reactivate it. Her biggest limit right now is that she can only make one object or herself weightless, meaning she cannot alter herself and her weapon at the same time.
  
  Weightless does not tap energy based on the duration of the effect, but rather upon activation. Heavier objects will take considerably more, and making herself weigh nothing is also something she cannot constantly do.
  
  Skills/talents:
  -Unique fighting style: Considering she wields a giant cannon that sends forth murderous beams, Maya has some unique capabilities to bring to the table. She can be extremely lethal is she manages to keep others at a distance,
  -Agile: What she lacks in strength is stabilised by her nimble feet. It is notable, however, that she is in no way physically flexible nor even up to par with the speed and mobility of a short-ranged fighter. Luckily her weapon has a nifty recoil.
  -Accuracy: She’s good with guns, so aiming is a piece of cake for her in most situations. The heat of battle obviously does influence her performance regularly, but she is still comparatively steady and accurate most of the time.
  
  Weaknesses:
  -Physically weaker: In instances where she is incapable of using her semblance, Maya reveals her lacking physical strength as a very apparent weakness. She relies solely on her semblance to properly wield her weapon, making it very dangerous for her to overuse her ability.
  -Short-range combat: Long- to mid-range combat is her comfort zone, Maya does not perform amazingly when in shorter ranges since she has to rely on blunt attacks and hiding about her shield without all that much coordination.
  -High maintenance: Dust is one of her best friends, one that she relies on quite a bit. Maya always has to make sure to have a sufficient amount, since it would greatly affect her if she doesn’t.
  

 

[xAlter]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name:
Alias: Twilight Amaranthia
Real: Orion [REDACTED]
Age:
18??
Gender:
Male
Team:
???
Country of Origin:
[REDACTED]
Motivation:
[REDACTED]
Human/faunus:
Human
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Weapon:
Artemis Diane - A giant two handed cleaver that can be switched from its cleaver mode into a two handed curved sword, doubling the length of the weapon.
Apollo Phoebus - A sawed off double-barrel, drum fed shotgun. The shotguns shoots specialized Dust rounds.

Spoiler: Artemis Diane

Spoiler: Apollo Phoebus

Semblance:
My Lovely Flower - A semblance passed down from user to user, My Lovely Flower was not the original name. The original name was [REDACTED], and he received it from [REDACTED]. The semblance allows the use of telekinetic powers, or the control of objects within range. He can lift things with his mind, throw them, crush them, or even cause them to do unnatural things such as combustion or explode, but this can not be used on living creatures (i.e. humans and faunus). The only reason that his semblance is so powerful is the huge drawback of using his life energy and Aura. Every time he uses his semblance, his time left on Remnant decreases. By knowing this, he has limited his use to only dire situations. He has [REDACTED] years left to live.
Skills/Talents:
Close Quarters Combat
Liar - I lie so much, I think my lies are my truths
Average Marksmen
Expert Chef
Expert Swordsman
Personality:
WIP
Bio:
Born Orion [REDACTED], loving parents Eden and Fae adopted the young boy of the streets. He was their son, and he loved them very much. He had a normal childhood, no need to worry about the Grimm behind city walls, no need to worry about any threats. He was happy. He met a girl, and from the time he was 10, to their entering of a combat school, Orion fell in love. They did so, and promised to marry under the moon on a cool, summer night. That promise never came to fruition, because before his eyes, she was murdered by the people he thought he could protect. Huntsmen had struck her down, why you may ask, because she was a Faunus. In her dying breaths [REDACTED] gave Orion her semblance. He vowed to get revenge. He joined the criminal underbelly, and to destroy the Huntsmen and their order. There he met them, his new employer. He saw a new reason to fight, to go against Ozpin and the huntsmen. He would go under cover in a school as a student. He would do it, he would end the huntsmen, because they ended her.
Other:

Spoiler: Emblem

 

[Mr.McNubber]

Name:
Myles V. Haverdale

Spoiler: Appearance

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Team:
TBD

Country of origin:
Mistral

Motivation:
“Is this really necessary? I know why I’m here. Why do you care?”

Human/faunus:
“I’m human. And here I was thinking my ears would’ve given that away already…”

Sexual Orientation:
“Isn’t this an entrance exam? Why do you need to know this--...?” *Sigh* “Boy or girl, I really couldn’t care less. They just have to be good company.”


Weapon(s):
“Give me a knife, and I can do just about anything you need me to do.”
Myles’ equipment is simple: Trinity, a set of three well-crafted knives of varying size strapped within a leather scabbard at his sides. The first of the three is a heavily built blade nearly the size of a short sword, specifically designed for close-quarter confrontations. Resting just above that in the scabbard is a shorter, finely-balanced dagger-like blade with a thick crossguard just above the hilt. This particular blade acts as a secondary, more defensive blade designed for close-quarters combat, and is balanced enough to act as a throwing knife should the need arise. Finally, resting on the right-hand side of his scabbard at thigh level is a small sheathe containing short knife with a finely-honed edge designed specifically for the purpose of ranged combat, and acts as his main weapon of choice in most combat scenarios.


Semblance:
“It’s simple. I can go anywhere, and be anywhere.”
Myles has the ability create small ‘portals’ that allow him and just about anything that can fit through it to traverse between two separate locations. The first signs of his semblance began to appear in his early teens when he began to notice strange abnormalities appearing in the air around him. He never gave it much thought at first, up until he created his first “rift” during a hunt, as he’d soon come to call it. Initially, these rifts were often small, barely large enough to fit a hand and the distance between them was minimal. As he began to practice with these newfound abilities, he began to develop more control over the size and distance of the rifts. The further apart the rifts are and/or the larger the rifts are, the harder they are to maintain.

Spoiler: Symbol

Skills/talents:
“I know enough to survive. Plus, I can play the mandola fairly well...” *Sigh* “No, it’s not just a lute. A mandola has eight strings, tuned in pairs while a lute has ten--”

• Expert marksman and close-quarter combatant with his blades
• Experienced tracker
• Sleight of hand
• Surprisingly great at juggling, though don’t ever mention that in front of him…
• Plays a mandola, which he learned from his mother

Personality:
“Overall I’d say I’m a fairly well-rounded individual. Can we move on now?”

• Stubborn
• Ill-mannered, and often times comes off as very uncaring of others
• Standoffish
• Protective, though he sure doesn’t show it
• Observant
• Methodical

Spoiler: Biography

Born deep in the heart of Mistrals wilds as the only son of Hyal Valerious and Riona Haverdale, Myles spent much of his youth training under the wing of his father. Before Myles had been born, his father Hyal had established a small band of like-minded individuals to combat the growing tyranny of the local settlement lordships. This Robin Hood-esque band of outlaws and misfits stole from and sabotaged the local lordships, laying claim over the neighboring forests as a homefront for their more illicit activities. Under Hyal’s leadership, the group stayed true to a strict moral code, “Show no blade; take no life” and stole only from the local lordship and higher class traders. When Hyal met Myles’ mother Riona working as a tavern musician in a neighboring settlement, he became enthralled by her company and encouraged her take part in his ever growing band of outlaws. Enraptured with his thrilling tales of adventure and his troublemaking exploits, Riona agreed. Within a handful of months, their relationship flourished into matrimony and soon followed Myles birth.

Most of his earlier training was survival-based; understanding the art hunting, foraging, tracking, etc. His father, an experienced bladesman and deadly archer, often times encouraged Myles to take up the bow, but his more stubborn nature drove him to prefer the sharp and sturdy edge of a blade to the flimsy limbs and string of a bow. Most of these hunts involved basic wildlife, with the occasional lesser Grimm when a pack was sighted. Outside of this training, Myles consistently pleaded with his father to allow him on in the more exciting outlaw activity the group had become notorious for, who eventually relented and allowed him to attend the occasional highway robbery or raid.

However, life for Myles and the group of outlaws took a drastic turn on the eve of his 10th birthday. Early that day, his father had gifted him a special gift; a proper set of custom made combat and throwing knives designed for hunting. Excitedly, Myles spent the entire day carving away at the outer bark of a poor tree for target practice whilst his father and a small hunting party set off to investigate reports of a local pack of Grimm that had been causing trouble in the area. As the sun set and dusk began to settle upon the unusually quiet forest, a heavy sense of dread and unease spread around the camp, having heard no word from the hunting party that left earlier in the day. Dread turned to grief when word of the hunting party whereabouts finally reached the camp, as news that Myles father alongside many other did not survive the encounter. Amongst the few survivors was Markus W’rren, a close friend of Myles father and his right-hand man, who blamed the tragedy on a simple misinformation of the number of Grimm. The days that followed the incident were full of sorrow, as many members alongside Myles and his mother, grieved the losses of close friends and loved ones.

It wasn’t long after that a new leader was elected; Markus W’rren. As Hyal’s former right-hand man, Markus had served the group loyally at Hyal’s side ever since the group had initially formed, and had shown enough leadership potential over the years to mark him as the next best candidate behind Hyal. However, the transition in leadership was far from simple, and caused many problems throughout the ranks of members. Unlike Hyal, Markus held a more ironfisted approach and his ideals were far more skewed and misguided. His leadership brought about chaos and disorder and soured the groups reputation, as raids became far more violent and bloodier. The moral code Myles father had established quickly faded, and word of the groups shift in leadership brought waves of new recruits of a more rougher crowd. Those that chose to leave the group were marked as traitors, and often times killed or run out of Mistral entirely. Under Markus’s leadership, the group became known as the Iron Clasp, a clan of marauding and merciless bandits and outlaws.

Life in the Iron Clasp became a living hell for Myles. His mother Riona struggled to keep Myles far from the violence and bloodshed, and it wasn’t long before his own innocence was tainted. As much as he despised what the group had become, the life of an outlaw and a hunter had been all he had ever been taught since birth. Leaving came with the risk of uncertainty in finding a new life outside of being an outlaw, and his own personal safety as well as his mothers become a growing threat with the thought of abandoning the Iron Clasp, as to be branded a traitor was in a sense a death sentence should they remain in Mistral. Regret for his actions throughout his time in the Iron Clasp and the blood on his hands constantly gnawed at him (and continues to do so), yet he pushed on for years as a means of providing for himself and his mother. This changed however when his mother became increasingly sick, with little aid from medicinal herbs or treatments. Realizing that should his mother succumb to her illnesses, her last memories of her beloved son would be the heinous deeds he committed under the Iron Clasp. Moved to do good by his mother, he arranged passage for himself and his mother out of Mistral aboard a transport vessel, and in the dead of night, the two escaped the clutches of the Iron Clasp and left behind the only home either of them ever knew.

Soon after they arrived at Vale, a completely new land full of new discoveries for two. As the two struggled to make a living in this unknown land, they caught word of a unique academy that would provide Myles with the opportunity to hone his semblance, and would put his particular skill set to good use. With just enough convincing from his mother, Myles reluctantly agreed to apply and see where this supposedly prestiges Huntsman training might take him.

“I grew up in Mistral, didn’t like how things were handled there, and decided to move here. What else is there to know?”

Other:
Let me know if there's anything you guys think I should change or want me to adjust! It's been a while since I've written up a proper backstory and character sheet for a character, so I hope it's good!

 

[Yang Xiao Long]

Crimson Heelia

• Sorry, I'm kinda nervous
• You really need to know more?
• Alright, alright… This is easier…
• What else is there to know…?

• 
  “M-my name? Wasn't it on the application… Crimson, Crimson Heelia!”
  
  
  “I'm 18 Alright…”
  
  
  If you can't tell what I am, I am: “I'm female…”
  
  
  “I'm a Faunus don't my ears give it away?! What kind? Well, my mom was a monkey, and my dad was a cat… I kind of have a bit of both in me…”
  
  
  My orientation is:
  
  “N-None of your Business!”
  
  
  I am about:
  
  “ 5’5” I'm not too tall am I?”
  
  
  I weigh about:
  
  “…mumble… I-I did say! W-what do you mean you couldn't hear me…. O-one ninety two… 192ibs alright! I'm not fat! These Prosthetics weigh nearly 70ibs all together!”
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Look at my scars:
  
  “That is not Okay to ask someone! F-Fine! S-she carved things all over m-my body… I don’t know what it means! Alright?! J-just drop it! Please...”
  
  
  
  Spoiler: Scar Script

  

  
  
  (What it says will be revealed later, possibly)
  
  
  My most distinguishing features:
  
  “W-well I guess first would be my ears, and m-my tail… You see I get my ears from my dad and the tail from my mom. M-my tail is pretty important to me, ever since well… It's how I feel the world. T-then there’s well… My prosthetics, they don't look like much but even for something s-so basic they were so expensive… I I love my parents so much but there are times I wish they didn't spend so much on these things… The lien could of gone to so many other things! Um I guess my eyes too… Yes they are naturally this way, no I don't know why one is Red and why one is Yellow…”
  
  
  Role:
  
  “I’m a student… I-I want to be a huntress to help bring monsters like her to justice!”
  
  
  My team is called: ”
  
  
  I really like:
  
  “Um well there are a few things…”
  
  
  
  • “I like sweets! Like alot… My favorite ones have to be sweet rolls, or lollipops… I normally have lollipops on me…”
  • “Pictures of almost anything really. Especially foreign places!”
  • “Nature, I really like nature… It's so calming, so relaxing… Sometimes I go into the woods and I can almost forget what happened…”
  • “Um… this is embarrassing… I uh really like… well… Socks. I know it's terrible buuut I've got a bit of… a collection? Ahem… next?”
  
  I really don't like:
  
  
  
  • “Sleeping… I-I have nightmares constantly… Alright?! I I put off going to bed for as long as I can…”
  • “Bullies! I I got bullied a lot… Originally for being a Faunus… Then for these… Why are people so cruel?”
  • “C-crowds… I know it's ridiculous.. If anything I should be scared of being alone… But I’m really not good with people…”
  • “K-knives, they make me panic sometimes… Particularly bigger ones, l-like meat cleavers…”
  • “My prosthetics… I Hate them! T-they’re like a p-prison… I can't feel anything, they’re heavy, hell! I can't even use my semblance properly any more because of the things! They make me stand out, t-they… I hate them so much… You understand that? I hate them yet they’re part of me… and I’ll never be free from them…”
  
  Some of the thing I like to do:
  
  
  
  • “Photography I love it! It’s like… Capturing solid happiness in a moment? It’s hard to explain… plus it also gives me an excuse to collect patterns for my weapon…..”
  • “Dancing, I enjoy dancing… I-I really don't go to parties or anything though, so I don't get many opportunities…”
  • “I may hate them… But I work on my Prosthetics a lot… I guess it’s part of me trying to overcome them somehow? It’s stupid I know…”
  • “I make things… I sew, and knit. I enjoy making clothes and accessories… I originally started it after well… You know. My therapist recommended it, and he was right. It is really relaxing…”
  • “I-I climb, rocks, trees, whatever… My mother taught me how too, and I really enjoy it. I can escape to all sorts of places, and just get away.”
  
  
  
  
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  Spoiler: Outfit

  

  
  
  Other than her face, any exposed skin you see in this image is covered in bandages.
  
  
  How I fight:
  
  “My main skill in combat is my semblance… a-according to my teachers at Signal I am what most people would refer to as a Glass Cannon. I can bring a lot of power to bear with my Semblance in a short time. Though it drains me and can be very dangerous to my prosthetics… When I’m not using my semblance I try to stick back and use ranged attacks.”
  
  
  My semblance is:
  
  “Well I call it Copy Cat. What can I do? OK so well… If I watch someone in action I can copy their fighting techniques almost perfectly as long as it doesn't rely directly on their semblance. What this means is if I see someone fighting even for just a bit I can copy their actions and use them almost like my own! But… my dusting prosthetics… I found out the hard way that if I use Copy Cat too much it’ll scramble my Prosthetics, it's something to do with how my Semblance would normally overwrite my nerves and muscle memory… and apparently flesh and blood can cope with that better than circuits… As it stands, if I use Copy Cat for more than two minutes without giving my prosthetics time to recover they could be scrambled badly enough that I’ll have to relearn all my basic motor skills with them… Again...”
  
  
  I can also:
  
  
  
  • “I'm pretty agile for a girl who has such heavy prosthetics. I'm able to move in a fight almost as well as a Skirmisher. “
  • “I know first aid, and practiced aura transfer! So I can be my team’s Medic if need be!”
  • “I'm pretty good at analysing enemies, and tactics! It comes with my semblance I guess…”
  
  My weapon I use is:
  
  “Well you see, my weapon is built into my prosthetics. D-despite my… Dislike for them I figured I might as well make them work for me you know? Um so Prosthetics 101, if the person needing prosthetics has unlocked their Aura the prosthetics normally run on it. It allows weight to be cut back, and bulk to be kept to a minimum. It also apparently makes the Prosthetics feel more… Natural… Anyways so my prosthetics are powered by my Aura, well along with a smaller backup power supply for if my Aura is drained in a fight… I added it after I learned the hard way what could happen if I ran out of Aura in a fight, thankfully it was at Signal, am I right? Uhhhh so how does my ‘weapon’ work? Well there are three parts of it.”
  
  
  
  
  • “First I have these emitters in my hands see? They’re normally covered by the banages and it's fine cause they can work through them for the most part… A-anyways I can fire blasts of energy powered by Aura from them… Kinda like those guys in the Comics? You know those martial arts comics… Anyways, since I hide my prosthetics and since using these blasts take up Aura most people assume it's my semblance, and I'm unarmed.”
  • “Anyways uh second… These emitters aren't just on my hands they’re all up and down my Arms, I even have a couple in my legs. These emitters, are well hard light projectors. They let me create copies of other people’s weapons. This is the primary function of my weapon, so when I use my semblance I can uh, well other wise I would be able to copy a style but not weapons. These copies are pretty close actually expect for well weight. Anyways, these copies are made from templates that I can create with my camera. I can store four of these templates in my Prosthetics at a time, but I can only use them once. You see the process I use to create the copies degrades the template while it’s in use. The templates have a lifespan of about forty five seconds but can vary depending how much energy they use and how powerful they are.”
  • “So uh, how I create these copies is by using my camera… Despite how it looks it’s a pretty advanced device… Pretty much it’s able to get the capabilities and functions of any weapon I can get a clear picture of… Pretty much if I take a picture of a weapon it renders a 3D model of it and all of its abilities and traits… Then I-I can imprint the model to a p-pattern for my weapon… N-neat isn’t it?”
  
  
  I may be strong, but I have my weaknesses:
  
  
  
  
  
  • “I-I really can't take a hit… I remember in signal, once combat class… I was fighting a brawler… I froze up a-and h-he hit me hard r-right in the face… I w-woke up later that evening in my bedroom with a concussion… I-m a bit better about it now but still. I guess it's because how my prosthetics use so much Aura…”
  • “I-i can be overly defensive in combat when not using my semblance. Usually staying back behind my teammates using ranged attacks and dodging. I-I’m a bit reliant on someone acting as a blocker for me, e-especially if I’m resting because I-I used my Semblance.”
  • “D-despite what people might think Prosthetics don't make you s-stronger… Or at least mine don't. When it comes to physical Feats, I'm normally less than average.”
  • “I-i… D-do I really need to tell you everything?! Fine… I freeze… I-its stupid, but sometimes I get scared and freeze… Not against Grimm, but against other people… Especially if they have a k-knife or blade… Alright?! I'm not proud of it! Infact I feel l-like a coward for it…”
  
  
  
  
  Now here is my most exciting backstory, maybe not, not too sure yet:
  
  
  “So, i-i guess I'll start from the beginning… I-I was born in Vale, a-at the hospital here to two very loving parents. My mom works at one of the local Cafés and Dad is a lumberjack. I know I know, it's a strange combination but they love each other and they love me so much. It was so happy my childhood. We’d always go out to do things, go for walks, see movies, have picnics. I was so happy, I felt like I could do anything. One of my favorite things to do was reading, ok well uh being read… Stories about Huntsmen and Huntresses going out defeating Grimm protecting communities. I like any other kid my age, dreamed of being that! Being a Huntress, a Hero! Protecting people, all of that! I wanted with all of my heart to do just that! Of course back then my parents thought it was just childhood dreaming… Not to say that they didn't support me at all, Dad bought me this little toy axe, mom bought me a little toy gun. You know the kind that shoots those little plastic BBs? I loved them so much, loved my parents so much! I don't think they ever thought I would do it. I still remember their faces when I brought home the papers saying I had been accepted at Signal! I think Dad even cried!”
  
  
  “That fall was my first year at signal! Oohhh I was so nervous, I had butterflies for like a month! B-but it was really really cool! All of my teachers were nice, It was like a dream come true! Everything was just so cool and fun to learn, Grimm, Weapons, Aura, Dust, everything! It went pretty well for a while, I didn't really have many friends but that didn't bother me! After all I had my parents and my teachers. Sure there were some bullies, but I handled them pretty well! My favorite class had to of been combat class, I remember watching videos of past Vytal Tournaments, and Huntsmen in action, t-they thought I was a prodigy, heh. I even thought so too, I was able to pick up their moves and techniques just by watching! T-thats was before I figured out what my semblance was. I sometimes wish I-I could go back to those days…
  
  
  So uh, now we get onto t-the hard stuff… deep breaths… I-it was the Vytal Festival, my t-third year at Signal… It was just like a-any other Vytal festival… I was alone, wandering from festival booth to booth at the carnival grounds… I wanted to get s-something for my parents, a gift… No reason in particular e-except to show them how much i-I appreciated them… So just like any Vytal Festival the streets were pretty packed, and you couldn't really g-get anywhere… So I decided to take a shortcut through one of the Alleys…”
  
  
  “I-i need a moment… Alright…”
  
  
  “S-she… she grabbed me from behind, I couldn't resist, I couldn't fight, I just froze! I froze and I let her take me… S-She dragged me off into a door along t-the side of the building… i-into a… a… a butcher’s shop… I was so terrified… beyond terrified. T-there w-were those terrible s-stories on the news a-about her… T-the butcher, S-She was going around, k-killing Faunus… T-the only common trait between her victims was red or yellow eyes… I-I never thought… I never thought I would of been picked out… b-but there I was… I got so scared I passed out…”
  
  
  “The f-first thing I remember as I came to w-was the pain… Oh God… The pain… I-it was unbearable… F-from my arms a-and legs… T-there w-was blood everywhere… I-I was so cold too… I-I can't remember if it was from the blood loss… Just an ever present cold… and pain, pain everywhere! I-I… I thought I was dead… I thought she killed me and I was t-trapped, to suffer f-for all of eternity!”
  
  
  “J-just give me a fucking moment! N-no it's not alright! N-nothing’s OK! J-just leave me alone!”
  
  
  “I-I I’m sorry… S-so then I realized… Realized why I felt s-so cold, s-so trapped… S-she took them… M-my limbs… S-She hacked me up like it was some sort o-of sick game… I-I don't remember m-much else at that t-time… Except for the powerful arms wrapping around me, a-and lifting m-me out o-of that hell… T-they terrified me at first… T-those arms… I-I didn't realize t-that they were there to save me… T-thats how I met her, M-my mentor, Matte Stripe… S-She saved me! Not just there either… B-but that’s another story… Anyways, S-She was hired t-to help the police find her… S-She somehow figured o-out where the Butcher was h-hiding and rescued me j-just in the nick of time… She told me how brave I-I was and asked me w-where I learned to be brave like that… A-acording to her I just kept rambling about how I had just one more year at Signal a-and how I was going to go to Beacon…”
  
  
  “I-I was in the hospital for a month, and then spent another four or five recovering… It… It was awful, I missed the rest of the school year, and there were points where I thought I would never be back to normal… The only thing that kept me going w-was Matte… She would constantly visit me when she wasn't on missions… She would tell me how it was that I inspired her w-woth my bravery… What I t-think it really was, was that she felt responsible… that if she had only found her a few hours earlier I-I would never of been taken… Mutilated… I-it doesn't matter why… Just that she saved my life… a-and not just because she stopped, Her…. I-I can honestly say that if Matte wasn't around while I was recovering that I wouldn't be here today… U-um sorry… T-that got dark fast…”
  
  
  “So uh, she took me under her wing… A-as soon as I was well enough to move S-She insisted demanded even, that she would train me t-to become a Huntress… I refused at first… But she just wouldn't stop! She would just keep dropping hints, bringing me gifts, e-even got red in the face yelling at me about it at one point! She would just keep telling me how I needed to move forward a-and not let what happened ruin my dreams! E-eventually I let her… I-I figured a stupid, useless girl would eventually frustrate her and she would give up… B-but she never did, not once.She taught me everything I missed at Signal, she taught me aura transfer, helped me figure out what my semblance was, even helped me make my weapon! I-it was amazing! She never doubted me, even when I doubted myself. N-now she made me enroll here at Beacon, so uh yeah… that's my story… What now?”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The songs I like to listen to:
  
  “I-I like sweet happy music…”
  
  
  Spoiler: Music

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Just some other misc. things about me:
  
  
  

 

[Octo Girl]

#1
Appearance:

Imagine the red as purple. (I will also have pics when they talk... so imagine purple and black.)
Name: Iris Ebony
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Team: VERM
Country of origin: Mistral
Motivation: Wants Faunus to live peacfully with Humans
Human/faunus: Human
Sexual Orientation: Completely Lesbian
Weapon:

Semblance: WIP
Skills/talents: WIP
Personality: WIP
Bio: Unkown at this point.
Other: