She opened the door firmly, closing it behind her quickly as she walked into the large, empty room. It was dimly lit, a few floor lights along the base of the wall gave enough for her to see the dimensions of the room. She cleared her throat and tersely said, “Computer, on.”

The room lit up, showing a black and white grid on the floor and gray walls. The light came from the ceiling, the entire face giving off a regular glow which cast an equal and smooth light on everything. Morella set down her bag, unzipping it and pulling out two objects. Dark, translucent, they gave a low shine when reflecting the ceiling. Like black glass, formed beautifully with each joint and switch in perfect alignment.

She quickly and smoothly slid them over her legs, after taking her shoes off, and stood up. Her body tensed as she said, “Computer, activate training module 42-J.”

Floating holographic targets appeared around her, ducking and weaving within each other. They were red with a large center dot, and moved around Morella as she charged. She spun, her feel flying through the air and passing through several targets, turning them green and freezing them in place. After she spun, she flip, hitting another three targets from the giant cloud of red light.

Each strike flowed from one to the other so perfect that one would think she practiced it before, when this sequence was randomized. For her, it wasn’t several different moves to attack with. The whole thing was one move, like a dance, from start to finish. Methodical. Precise. Deadly.

She gave a flying kick, chasing down the last target as he swooped close to the ground, landing with a long slide after finishing her strike, pausing before looking back to see the targets she struck.

-Performance shows 2% improvement over record time, would you like to save current score in the record?-

“Not this time. Run it again,” Morella said simply, getting back into her stance. She knew she could do better, she wasn’t done yet.

<Orange>Name/Nickname: Orion Armstrong

Race: Faunus

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Weapons/Equipment/Armour:
Epsilon Delta- Orion’s weapon of choice is a Polearm. The blade is designed first and foremost to compliment the wielder’s considerable strength: giving thrusting and slicing outlets for the tremendous force that Orion can call to muster with his natural might and his soul-augmented semblance.

Epsilon Delta is primarily a Melee weapon. It's versatility allows for slashing and thrusting attacks to be combed together, as well as providing good reach. The weapon acts as the ideal outlet for Orion’s considerable strength, as Orion can abuse the reach of the weapon in order to crush his foes under a rain of steel and pain from a relatively safe distance.

Epsilon Delta has a ranged function: as he can transform the weapon into a repeater rifle. The weapon lacks any rapid fire functionality, and it’s power is sub-par in comparison to the power Orion can get from his Polearm.

Zeta Bracers –A pair of bracers designed to inhibit his otherwise uncontrolled Semblance.

Armour – Most of the time, Orion wears light metal armour over his normal clothing. He is more focused on staying light and being ready to strike in melee combat.

Semblance: Hunter’s Might – Orion’s Semblance is rather simplistic in that it is a raw boost of physical might. Orion’s aura allows him to give an explosive boost to his muscle’s power output tenfold.

Orion’s Semblance is rather fitting because it allows him to augment his already superb physical strength into something truly incredible. The catch is that Orion cannot control his Semblance without the use of his Zeta Bracers, a gift from his adopted mother. With them, Orion can limit his strength: without them, Orion could accidently cause a great deal of harm.

Hobbies: Orion’s main love is drawing. He is a generally solitary individual, but he loves to draw things in his down time. Orion spends a lot of time sleeping or relaxing, and although not a hobby, Orion has a noted sweet-tooth, and has developed some considerable skills in cooking and baking. He takes great pride in his cookies.

Bio: An Ursine Faunus, Orion never knew his parents and it is assumed they are dead due to the circumstances of how Orion met his adoptive mother and gained his name.

Orion was found alongside an abandoned caravan inside a Grimm infested forest. The caravan was devoid of bodies and the babe that would become Orion was left to fend for itself in the forest. He would have died that day, were it not for the intervention of a Huntress. The Huntress slew the Grimm and found Orion alone, cold and not even a month of age. Even from his tiny age, the second pair of ears atop his head gave him away as a Faunus: yet the Huntress took him in anyway.

Without a family of his own, the Faunus cub was adopted by the Huntress and given the name ‘Orion.’ The woman cared for Orion and taught him a great deal of things: yet the boy was not oblivious to his heritage and thus, knew that the woman who cared for him and who he cared for deeply was not his mother. It left sadness in his heart that he never got to know his parents; one that remains unfilled to this day.

Soon enough, Orion’s incredible Semblance came to the fore, and it became rapidly clear that Orion would likely live up to his namesake. At first, his Semblance was useful and reasonably controllable: yet one incident at a Signal academy led many to discriminate against him as a ‘monster’ due to his Semblance enhanced strength and his obvious Faunus appearance.

Despite the prejudice, Orion shrugged it off and graduated highly in the Signal academy. His grades were good, his weapon crafting was fantastic and his actual combat scores were top of the class. He was quickly offered a place in Beacon, yet he asked for a year’s leave of absence. When questioned by his adoptive mother: he said he wanted to go travelling. She agreed reluctantly, and Orion fell off the radar for a year.

Many crazy happenstances occurred in his year out of education. Most of them were personal developments, but none topped the attack on Beacon. Orion reapplied for a place at the shaken Beacon, and was accepted into it: fully aware that he was in for a hell of an education. Oddly enough, Orion rarely speaks of his actions in the year off: even his adoptive mother remaining in the dark about it.

Personality: Orion is a generally introverted man, in that he would rather spend time with his pencils and paper than striking up conversations with strangers. He can appear to be fierce and difficult to approach, due to his impressive physicality and near-constant scowl, yet the truth is that Orion is nothing more than a friendly individual with a bit of a smart-ass attitude and no patience for people that he thinks are rude.

Orion rarely attempts to make friends, but those he does make are deeply precious to him. When he is in a social mood, Orion will often offer whatever sweet food he has on his person: be they sweets, chocolate or cookies. The quickest way into Orion’s good books is through his stomach, as his sweet-tooth is easy to manipulate.

Orion has very little patience for people he thinks are rude, cruel or unjust. He was known in Signal for being an unflinching defender of the bullied: and has gone into fights five against one to protect people.

Appearance: Orion is an extraordinarily large man. Standing at just under Seven feet tall: Orion has groaned more than once at the joke of being ‘a bear of a man.’ Orion has a well-defined physical form: with a strong jawline, brown stubble that matches the colour of his rough mane of hair, and powerful muscles. Orion’s eyes are a deep emerald green colour and are one of his most defining facial features. His nose is normal size with a slightly pronounced bridge, and his human ears are small.

Orion has a number of Faunus features, all of them Ursine in origin. The most prominent is a pair of rounded bear ears that sit at the top his head. These ears are generally hidden by a hat of some sort, generally his favourite orange beanie hat. Other Ursine features include his abnormal size and strength, a small bear tail that he keeps hidden in clothing, and sharp ursine fangs that only really become obvious when he smiles. Orion doesn’t hide his features religiously, but nor does he make a show of them; they are simply there.

Orion generally wears a loose top and a pair of comfortable jeans, covered by the plates of armour that many a male Hunter would wear. He focuses less on style and more on comfort and ease of movement.

Post Sample:
Two sounds filled Orion’s room: the sound of a pencil gliding gently against the taught paper, and the sound of slow, savouring, crunchy chewing. The hunter-in-training was, as per normal, doing his own thing: that being a day of drawing and eating things that were far too sweet for his own good. Today, Orion’s food of choice seemed to be an apple; juicy and crispy and noisy as all heck. If he was in a private place, the noise of the Ursine’s slow mastication would probably be distracting; but in the public space of one of Beacon’s many gardens? His noise was nothing compared to the noise of the world.

Orion felt certain calm as he simply drew whatever came to his mind. He’d already doodled four drawings in the space of a dozen minutes. Nothing special, of course: a caricature of a teacher, ridiculous and unrealistic; a bright landscape with a single tree, almost obscured by the sun; another person, this time a Faunus with bunny ears, less of a caricature now and more of a flash-portrait…

Then there was the picture he’d just imagined up: A forest full of Grimm, surrounding the broken shards of a carriage, preparing to strike some poor, unsuspecting creature down. The soulless beasts prepared to strike: and a single figure standing in the centre of the picture. It was clear who this person was: the hero, the protagonist, the trustworthy one, the individual who wouldn’t abandon a child.

The Hunter.

Orion looked up from the sketch, hearing some strange commotion. The Faunus he’d drawn before was being surrounded by three humans. One flicked at her ears, much to the poor girl’s discomfort. It was clear what was going on, Orion had witnessed it far too much in his short lifetime. He looked down at the picture: at the hero whose back looked so big and dependable. Orion clicked his knuckles against his palm as he walked towards the assailants.

Time for the Hunter-in-training to play the Hero.

Dustin and his mother lived on the streets. His mother was able to hide being a Faunus from her lover quite well, despite them conceiving a child, but she was unable to hide Dustin’s “condition,” as his father put it. She thought that once they had a child, the man would have to stay with them and support them. She was wrong.

Dustin eventually grew up in White Fang when his mother died, she wouldn’t accept help from the group and became sick. With no way to get her proper help, Dustin had to watch his mother die in front of him. He thought joining White Fang would help him make sure that no other Faunus would suffer the same fate. While he met some very good people in the group, Dustin was used mainly for his fighting skills (Living on the streets made him sly and scrappy). He was sent on a mission to infiltrate a Dust processing plant. He thought it was maybe to steal some documents, but he was told he’d receive more instructions via an earpiece once he’d gotten inside. He was said to upload a program from a drive into the main computers, then to make his way to the main offices. However, once he got there, he was told to kill the head of the plant. When he refused, they told him that he would likely die anyways, as the plant was set to explode from what he uploaded, but they needed to be sure. Dustin set out, trying to evacuate the plant, but couldn’t do so before it exploded. Luckily, no one died in the blast. Unluckily, Dustin was pierced with a large Dust Crystal, near the base of his lungs. If it had been removed quickly, it wouldn’t have affected him, but the company that owned the plant didn’t feel the need to pay for his medical needs after he uploaded the virus that destroyed their plant, though they didn’t press charges as he did rescue everyone. Dustin’s wound healed irregularly, and oddly enough, bonded with him, merging with his own Aura.

Dustin was 15 at the time, and despite his condition, tried to make a living on his own. Working as a sign spinner for a restaurant, Dustin saw a Dust shop being robbed, and dispatched the would-be robbers with skillful use of his cardboard sheet. Luckily enough, a teacher at Beacon saw this, and complimented him on his fighting skills. He said Dustin should try out and become a Hunstman, and gave him a letter of recommendation so Dustin’s shady past would be less of a problem. Despite his initial difficulties stemming from his past, Dustin proved to be quite capable, using his unique condition with the piece of Yellow Dust inside him to his advantage. At Beacon, he learned more about how to control his Aura, and found a proper family with new friends there. He decided that his first dream of making sure no kid would have to go through what he went through would be better done as a teacher, as a teacher was the one who suggested he become a Huntsman. So once he graduated, he returned and applied to join the faculty at Beacon. Though he’s unconventional, he’s shown to be very bright and helpful towards new students, especially Fauna who have difficulty fitting in.

Dustin sat in his chair, lit cigarette resting in his fingers and burning down as he was lost in thought. He’d assisted in classes before, but he usually had a safety net of another teacher there to help him set up his curriculum and run each class. True, he’d been fine and barely needed help the past years, but this year, he was on his own. At the Siege of Beacon Tower, Dustin had proved himself in defending the school, and so this was to be a reward for his bravery. But, ironically, the prospect of teaching by himself scared him to death.

He nodded out of his thought, placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a long drag. He sighed, clouds of smoke drifting from his nostrils, as he grabbed a few metal pens and rose from his seat. He walked to the window of his office, looking out on the grounds while sparks danced from his fingers. The metal pens started floating around his hand, as he mused about the oncoming year.

Regular electronics freaked out when in close proximity to him, but he was having a special system made to be controlled by his electric field, he had some ideas for his class and hoped to use a holoprojector in it. They weren’t really used by the other teachers, but Dustin was anything but traditional. It was still a few days till the start of the semester, and the system wasn’t completed yet.

He set the pens down, trying to take his mind off his curriculum, and leaned against the window, resting his forehead on the glass. It was raining, but the reports said it would be clear in a few days, just in time for the first day of school. He took out his cigarette, crushing it in a nearby ashtray, before staring at the gray clouds. He took a breath, and whispered, “Wait for it…” Right after, lightning struck, and a few seconds later thunder rumbled. He paused, before whispering once more, “Wait for it…” as lighting once against struck and illuminated his office for a short time, thunder once again rumbling a few seconds after. He took a breath, holding it before sighing, and for the last time whispering, “Wait…for…it…” as a huge bolt of lighting struck the nearby mountain, and thunder groaned over the mountainside and caused the windows to shake slightly.

Dustin walked away. The storm would pass, eventually, and things would clear up. He liked the rain, lighting, and thunder, but he hoped that his worries would pass along with the storm. He just had to remind himself that he was ready, and so long as he put in his all, things would be fine. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk, as he placed a fresh cig in his mouth. He lit it with a few sparks from his fingers, taking a long drag and blowing smoke rings in the air, humming quietly to himself.

Name: Arrun Tower

Nickname: Arry, if you’re brave, otherwise Mr. Tower

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Weapons/Equipment/Armor:

“Lightning Spire,” Arrun’s sword is one of the most powerful weapons around. It’s handle is dual-grip, but the sword is balanced enough to be handled with one strong arm well enough. It can also be fitted into his armor along his forearm, if the need arises. It’s made of a special allow called “Excalibirium,” which is a superconductor that’s strength is comparable to titanium. It has several golden spikes at the hilt and a Dust tank in the handle, and is usually used in conjunction with Yellow Dust. The Spikes can be shot out for a long range attack, and automatically return magnetically if he can get within range. It takes great skill to wield it effectively, but if done so, it’s capable of launching a circular shockwave around the user, a blast of electricity from the blade, and can (In extreme cases) summon a thunder storm with aimed lightning bolts. It’s most impressive attacks have only been seen when used with Arrun’s armor.

“Blazing Lion,” Arrun’s armor of red and gold, bearing a lion’s helmet and a chest piece resembling a main. Armor segments are connected with a heat-resistant monofilament mesh that allows him to move with surprising grace, considering the armor’s heavy weight. With Dust fuel system specifically designed for Red and Orange, Arrun’s armor is capable of great bursts of speed, surviving intensely hot temperatures, and generating an almost lava-like amount of heat. It’s fairly old fashioned in most other aspects, but Arrun’s raw power has kept him a force to be reckoned with.

Semblance: Tranquil Rage – In moments of extreme emotional turmoil, like anger or fear, Arrun can focus his Aura to be powered by the emotional stress, giving him a huge boost in stamina and strength while allowing him to not be emotionally compromised. During this time, his skin takes on a slightly more reddish hue, but his face appears calm and serene, despite whatever violent actions he could be taking. However, while this allows him to overcome difficulties in combat or when facing a powerful foe, he dislikes using it as he feels he loses his humanity during that time. He often fears what actions he might take with using Tranquil Rage, if he did something that couldn’t be undone.

Hobbies: Dueling, exercising, reading (usually battle strategy and war stories), and several that he won’t admit to but that he has to help him battle are Dancing, yoga, and calligraphy. While he’s not good at it, he’s trying to learn how to cook, but he’s burned more than a few cookies in his time.

Bio: Arrun was born on the battlefield, he learned to fight before learning to speak. He has a fierce set of morals and is extremely loyal to the previous Headmaster, who saved his family when Arrun was overrun by a pack of Beowolves. With his help, Arrun created Lightning Spire and Blazing Lion, and was able to defeat the monsters that had plagued his village’s home. As thanks, Arrun teaches others to be hunters at Beacon academy, but will go into battle at a moment’s notice if need be.

Personality: Very straightforward and brusque, often comes off as meaner than he means. Is incredibly nice one you get to know him, but his demeanor is very aggressive and combative. Will intervene in any conflict if he feels it can’t be settled amicably, but he also thinks that a fight can lead to a better understanding, and sometimes you learn more from losing a fight than winning.

Appearance: (I guess this one will work)



Post Sample:

In the Headmaster’s office, light poured through the windows. It illuminated clouds of dust in the air as a gray-haired man was looking over old books and papers. He sat, pensive, chin in hand as his eyes scanned over the late Headmasters documents.

He sighed, rubbing his brow as he set another pile of documents down on a growing stack. “Nothing about faculty members he was thinking of appointing, no other Hunters he was going to ask, did Mr. Luster not have any contingency plan set?” he asked himself, slowly sinking in his chair.

He held his hand to his face, peering through his fingers. He’d been teaching there for years, he knew how to make a curriculum, and knew how to teach a class. But he was first and foremost a soldier, and while running a class like an army battalion was close enough to pass, he couldn’t run a school like a military operation. They needed a true leader, a hero that could inspire students to greatness, not out of fear and death.

He sighed once more, closing the drawer from the desk. Arrun rose, buttoning his coat as he decided to stretch his legs. The search for the Beacon Headmaster wasn’t going to get finished in a few sittings, but he just hoped that it would get finished before another calamity would strike. He strode over to the office door, leaving through it and locking it behind him.

Maybe a proper dinner would help, he thought, as his stomach quietly grumbled. He looked down, disapprovingly, before leaving the faculty offices and heading towards the food court.

Name: Rose Patch
Nickname: Rosie, Ms. Patch
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Weapons/Equipment/Armor:
“Sleeping North,” a katana which uses White Dust. Rose’s fighting style is so subtle that over the course of the fight, she can cover the entire fighting ground with frost before her opponent notices. She can extend her sword into an ice blade for more damage, as well as controlling ice shards and using them as projectiles. She has, in extreme cases, also been able to make ice mirrors to confuse her opponents, but that requires a lot of time and ice to make.

Armor: Simple, lightweight, and mostly armored on her left so she can shield herself in profile without sacrificing maneuverability.

Semblance: Northern Lullaby – Rose’s Aura can release a imperceptible pulse while she’s fighting, that slowly lulls the opponent into a deep sleep. It gently interacts with the opponent’s own Aura, and takes longer depending on the strength/amount the opponent has, but it’s possible to counteract her “Lullaby” if the opponent keeps their Aura wavelength from falling into sync with hers. Though hers doesn’t take much thought to use, so she can distract the opponent with fighting while her Semblance catches them unaware.

Hobbies: Napping, dozing, sleeping (She says they’re different things), skating, and sight seeing. Enjoys coffee and sweets, will sometimes have a doughnut or cookie with her freshly ground brew.

Bio: Rose’s family was fairly rich, “Patchwork Clothes” is perhaps the most popular brand of clothing on the market. Her aunt was a bit of a black sheep in the family, however, deciding to become a Huntress rather than taking a position in the company. She’d tell Rose stories to help her sleep, of her many adventures and battles, but one day she disappeared without a trace. Rose decided to become a Huntress to look for her, and misses her very deeply, perhaps loving her more than her own mother. But when Rose sleeps, she has the same dreams and sees her aunt, so she often spends her free time napping. Not many people know of her past, and just write her napping off as being ditzy.

Personality: Kind of dreamy, bubbly, and air headed, but that’s usually when she’s just woken up (She’s not a morning person, but she’s never angry, she just seems kind of…floaty.). But she has an eidetic memory, and even if she’s not fully aware at the time, she doesn’t lose track of things. Many students try to get things past her when she’s drowsy, but they all fail. When conscious, she’s nice, charming, helpful, but not very confrontational, preferring to use subterfuge to settle arguments. But don’t push her, she has the heart of a warrior.

Appearance:

Post Sample:

The training halls echoed with sounds of crashing and thuds. One of the “services” available for students looking to train was live Grimm to fight. The training robots and hologram sequencers sufficed, but those really wishing to test their mettle, or flirt with danger, chose live training.

Not many besides the faculty did this, however, so any chance to watch a session was quite a sight. A woman with long blue hair darted over the arena, one of four figures in the large, empty room below a shielded observation deck. One Huntress against three, large Ursa, the battle was already underway. Rose jumped back, a swing parrying the swipe of the injured Ursa. It quickly brought up its other arm, but Rose didn’t miss a beat and bounding off the rising claw into midair, spinning as she fell and deftly slicing the beast’s head from its body.

As the furry form faded into read and black wisps, Rose glanced up at the two remaining Ursa. Her sword started to glow as she swiping towards the two charging Grimm, sending blasts of cold that they swerved to dodge. One didn’t dodge well enough, however, and its foot was rooted in place. It set out to claw it free while its remaining “partner” attacked Rose head on.

Each swipe was met with a swift block, and after the two traded strikes, Rose met each swipe with stab, causing the beast to howl in pain. It reared, slamming its paws down to Rose, who sliced them off in one stroke. The Grimm reeled, trying to stumble on its now useless front limbs, as Rose gently placed her sword upon its head. The Ursa shuddered as frost overtook its body, before the Huntress slammed the hilt of her sword into the now frozen head and shattered it.

Looking up from the beast disintegrating, she blew her hair from her face just as the remaining creature was able to yank itself free. Having just watched two of his pack get killed, it roared in anger, spit flying everywhere as it charged. Rose took off as well, sprinting towards the beast and closing in very fast. The Urse drew its claw back as it neared, but it was too late, Rose leaped through the air with her sword down. It met with the Ursa and quickly sliced him in two, Rose taking no chance to rest and sheathing her sword as the beast disappeared behind her.

She sighed softly, barely out of breath from the exercise, but still yawning. A uniformed man ran from a door to the side of the arena, carrying a towel and a sports bottle. “Ms. Patch, that was amazing! Your best time yet, do you need one of these?” he asked.

She looked at him, eyelids drifting closed as she slowly linked. She simply pointed at the bottle, asking, “Coffee?” The man paused, then shook his head slowly. She smiled back, waving him off as she exited the arena.

Daiki was perched on a boulder and keeping watching over his sister Hinata as she worked on an oak tree. "The way you're hacking at it will topple it away from the river." He pointed out with a sigh, wondering just how many times he had pointed out that mistake to his sister already. She cursed at him and brushed him off, telling him to keep an eye out for the Grimm rather than her technique (or lack thereof).

That was when he heard it. A gunshot. It hadn't come from the direction of the cabin, and his parents were working on the opposite side of the river, so there was no reason why a gunshot should sound from the east. "Hinata, get back to the cabin. Now." He instructed forcefully as he took off, his sister's protests falling on deaf ears as he rushed towards the sound of the fighting. The howls of the Beowolves could be heard as they seemed to converging on their prey. It wasn't the first time some unwary traveler stumbled upon a pack and alerted the whole forest, but this was the first time the crashing of trees could be heard. The battle was a messy one.

It took him ten minutes to arrive at the scene, where a man was swing an axe haphazardly and swatting away the creatures that came at him. The other arm was carrying the shield, but it hung limply at his side. Daiki was about to yell out a warning as the Hunter's heel backed into a root and tripped the man backwards, opening him to an simultaneous pounce by two Beowolves.

There was no time to react. Daiki leapt instinctively, his right hand on his shinken's handle and his left on the scabbard. His training with his uncle kicked in as he visualised a single arc for his sword to follow, cutting straight through the two beasts. All that was left was to execute it. Time stood still for a moment as he was right in front of the two creatures of Grimm, at the perfect moment to strike.

He drew his blade and the arc brought it clean it through the first opponent's neck, and the momentum of him arms carried the blade to open a gash on the side of the second wolf. When time resumed it's normal speed again, he was on the ground and had his katana back in hits sheath while he heard the Hunter groan in pain. He turned to see two slain Beowolves at each side of the hunter, his two kills for the day.

Daiki trudged over the man and helped him up, throwing one of the warrior's arms over his shoulders as he supported the Hunter and guided him in the direction of the cabin. "My family works the forest here. We'll tend to your wounds. We have cookies." The young boy offered. The wounded man simply laughed.

"It's just a scratch, but I won't deny help when it's offered." The large burly, redheaded warrior had a gruff voice. "Who taught you how to fight like that anyway?"

"My uncle." Daiki replied simply. "But our family has a saying - 'Our elders' lessons are often the forest's tests.'"

"Well, I could have used some lessons from your elders... but perhaps you could too, from very different teachers. Tell me, have you ever heard of Beacon?"

Name/Nickname: Rygar

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapons/Equipment/Armor: The Spiral Edge, which mostly consist of a right-handed gauntlet and a circular shield. The main weapon is the shield, which is attacked to an infinitely extending chain held inside the armored gauntlet. He can retract or extend the chain, allowing him to either pull the Spiral Edge back to him or himself to his shield. The Spiral Edge can be launched from the gauntlet at lethal force, and with mental cues Rygar can make the shield sprout five spinning blades, turning his shield into a buzzsaw at a moment's notice. Should the shield get stuck or become embedded into an enemy or object, Rygar can also make the Spiral Edge release a kinetic explosion, which will allow his shield to escape whatever it's stuck to while also blowing apart anything unfortunate enough to be near the point of the explosion. He can activate the explosion whenever he desires, and can even focus which direction the explosion comes from on his shield.

Rygar also has armored boots and a left-handed gauntlet, though aside from being useful melee aids as well as armor, they don't have any other unique features.

Rygar also has a super scooter called Sepulcher, in the event that he ever needs it. Which hopefully is rarely, because despite it's rather impressive appearance, it's more deadly than Rygar himself. May or may not be alive.

Semblance: Rygar's Semblance is Friction, that is, he can use his Aura to increase or decrease the amount of force he's exerting onto a surface. He typically uses this ability position himself onto surfaces that he normally couldn't be at, like standing upside-down on a ceiling or even walking across water. He can exert his Friction to anything he's making contact with, such as his weapon and/or Vehicle. He can also apply it to others, but again only through physical contact with either him or something he touching directly.

Hobbies: Rygar tends to be doing lots of odd jobs unrelated to his schooling. He does it for the lien mostly. He's also an avid baker, and such he can be seen making things like pies, crepes, cookies, and other little baked things. Every so often he'll also be doing street races with the Sepulcher. Lastly, and while he's trying very hard to stop, he'll sometimes be injecting himself with a powerful drug that increases his physical growth, though it will ultimately kill him in about ten years. Five if he doesn't stop.

Bio: Rygar decided to become a Hunter as he grew up reading tales about them. As a young boy he always was somewhat scrawny, at least compared to other kids. His parent's attitude didn't help; since he was always so small, they tried to convince him to, basically, be a little bitch. And while he was certainly scrappy, he never let anything go. He always involved himself in business that he had no involvement in simply because he felt that he needed to do something about it. He got into a lot of trouble this way, but soon he began to be able to fight back. That is, after he took a unhealthy about of drugs. He worked with some shady people to get physical enhancing drugs in order to bulk up and grow more muscles, though all he's doing was cutting his life short.

Around the age fifteen, while he was already part of a intermediate school training young hunters, his past as a druggie came back to haunt him. His former dealers were in hard, and they came to collect Rygar's dept to them. He had sworn off the stuff when he was screened into the school, so he refused to help them. But despite his protest, the drug dealers were determined, until eventually they overpowered him and kidnapped him, and gave him a choice: either he gave them the money they wanted, or they'll kill his friends and family one-by-one, and eventually get to him. He of course wanted to fight them, to punish them, but at the time he was still weak, even after taking all those drugs. He had no choice; to protect his loved ones, he did what they asked. And so he was involved in many illegal operations, mostly smuggling, but there were times were they pumped his systems full of the same drugs or swore off in order to get him ready for a big fight and to make him addicted to the stuff again. This went on for about three years, causing him to miss out on his chance to enter Beacon at the age seventeen. He only managed to escape when some Beacon operatives busted a drug running operation he was part of, and got him into rehab.

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Post Sample: "Oi!" Before they would redirect their attention to the voice, Rygar flung the Spiral Edge at the biggest Ursa present. The blades where already deployed, and they suck into the Ursa's body, digging into it's flesh. Rygar retracted the chain, pulling his body towards the Ursa and subsequently, in the middle of the fight. The Ursa was as good as dead by the time he landed on it, but there was at least seven more to worry about. One Ursa even tried to get a swipe at him while Rygar was inbound, but all it got was a boot to the face. One Rygar was reunited with his shield, he took a look around and made a plan of action. "First I'll deal with the small ones!" While some of the other students were fighting off individual ursas, Rygar went after the smaller ones, the ones that would try to flank the other students. Though smaller, they weren't exactly easier to kill, but Rygar wasn't going to go easy on them. Flinging the Spiral Edge into the body of one Ursa, Rygar than began to run towards a tree. Using his semblance, he ran up the tree while the Spiral Edge was still inside the small Ursa. Once he reached a good enough height, he mustered as much strength as he found and swung the chain. With raw strength, he turned the small Ursa into a wrecking ball, slamming it into other small groups of Ursa. Eventually though the Spiral Edge managed to break loose, but all that meant was that Rygar needed another Ursa to kill. He grinned at the prospect and aimed his weapon at the next target.

Name/Nickname: Kalimay "KK, Kali, Kay" Kay

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Weapons/Equipment/Armor: BRIK-Breaker – a self-constructed morph weapon that can alternate between a chained flail and a rocket launcher. The flail head is long, baring eight retractable hooked spikes, and is quite large, comically so for its petite wielder. Its chain is extendable from the grip allowing for greatly varying attacks and, in the hands of a skilled wielder, can be used to rappel or swing from certain objects. Inside the flail head are eight dust-canisters that can be triggered to explode on contact, giving the weapon a significant ‘punch’ if the situation requires it. The canisters are all contained in a round ‘clip’ that fits just over the flail head’s end spike and that can be easily swapped to ‘reload’. In missile launcher form, the weapon actually fires out the explosive flail head still attached to the chain, allowing the wielder to slightly manipulate the direction of the rocket. All eight dust-canisters explode on contact at once, creating a much larger blast radius than when in flail form, and the flail head and chain are then drawn back into the launcher for a reload.

Semblance: Burst – With intense focus KK can charge her aura, drawing its energy into a concentrated force centered on her person, and then release it all in a sort of concussive explosion around her. This explosion is often enough to send enemies and allies alike flying away, leaving them stunned and disoriented and ripe for a meeting with BRIK-Breaker.

Hobbies: Reading, Bomb-making, Fireworks, Breaking things (is that a hobby?) eating delicious cookies.

Bio: KK comes from a long line of hunters starting with her great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather many generations before. Her mother died on a hunter mission when she was very young and she has only the barest of memories of her, though she has seen many pictures and her father insists she was a dedicated and powerful woman with an aura of command that few had ever seen. Anyone who meets her father, Karimack Kay, will immediately see that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree for he is a strange and eccentric man intently devoted to developing new hunting inventions, typically of an explosive nature. It is has been said that he was not always so off-the-wall but that the death of his wife left him a bit too unstable for his own good and it was very difficult growing up as he had little time to give to KK, though he loved her as best he could and often let her watch, or even participate, in his work. So it was that these aspirations were passed to his daughter and even at a young age KK was noted to frequently blow up Grimm dolls using cherry-bombs and other improvised explosives. Though relatively unknown in wider circles, he was rather infamous as a hunter for his crazy schemes and destructive fighting style which typically left a lot of collateral property damage. He taught his daughter everything she knows, from Grimm hunting to flail fighting to bomb making, and while it helped her to hone her fighting abilities it left her as a social pariah and bullying target all through her schooling.

She attended Signal Academy and did moderately well in her classes, even crafting BRIK-Breaker as her weapon making requirement, but was always a loner on the fringes of school life. When she finally graduated she was invited to apply to Beacon Academy which took an interest because of her impressive fighting demonstrations and her lineage and she quickly took up the opportunity for the hope of finding a new start and a way to finally make some friends.

Personality: KK is extremely bubbly and ridiculous, often being the first to crack a joke or laugh at an enemy. She seems to be permanently optimistic and cheerful, regardless of the current circumstances, and will always attempt to defuse a tense situation with humor. She loves to cause mischief with her friends and it is not unheard of to find her not-so-subtly trying to get people together on surprise ‘dates’. Though generally likable, she can quickly get on the nerves of those with less tolerance for silly things because she rarely appears serious.

Despite this outward image, those who actually manage to get KK to open up might find her a scarred and frightened little girl desperate for true friendship. Even at an early age she was constantly being ostracized and bullied for her strange personality and for the reputation of her father and as a defense mechanism her outlandish traits became more and more defined. She wishes more than anything to have friends who understand and care about her despite her peculiarities but seems to have no clue of where to find them.

Appearance: Standing a not-so-daunting 5’2” and weighing in at 118lbs, her build is surprisingly light; with long, wispy limbs and smooth, pale skin; considering the equipment she wields. Her face is a half-moon shape with childlike features: soft cheekbones, a girlish chin, and large round eyes that are a light woodland brown. Her hair is a sandy blonde and falls nearly to the small of her back when pulled back in its typical braided ponytail.


Post Sample: "This'll be the day, da da DA DAAAAA! This'll be the day somethin' and there's a dooooooor!" The light, soprano voice echoed across the Beacon grounds as the girl's long brown ponytail bounced about her shoulder while she skipped along the stone path. One thin delicate hand was held against her over-the ear headphones while the other casually spun the large vicious looking flail in a graceful figure-8 motion that caused a light whistle as it passed through the air. She had been one of the last to leave the assembly after their trial in the Emerald Forest mainly due to the fact that a few teachers wanted to 'talk' to her about her not-so-subtly setting off a loud and colorful firework inside the cafeteria that morning.

She didn't quite understand why they were so upset, the explosive had only started a small fire, and she'd been celebrating everyone's acceptance into Beacon Academy.

"This'll be the daaaaaaay!" Flying into another rousing chorus, Kalimay Kay closed her eyes and brought the handle of BRIK-Breaker up to pretend it was a microphone, complete with a lot of aggressive head-banging. Unfortunately, this made her unable to notice her accidentally pressing a certain button on her weapon. Before she knew it, the chain was extending mid-spin and the large flail head was breaking straight through the center of an elegant wooden bench placed along the path in front of the dorm building. "Oooops..." She muttered, dropping her headphones around her neck as her cheeks flaring pin. A soft 'whirring' from the flail head drew in the chain and brought it back through the broken hole, which only helped to make it larger and send several large splinters scattering about the grass.

With a light cough and a quick look around to make sure no one had noticed, KK carefully stacked the larger pieces on the bench's seat and quickly power-walked up to the dormitory with her head low and several suspicious glances over her shoulder.