Name: Solomon Agesander Age: 36 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Guqin A hefty metallic instrument condensed into a suitcase when not used. The weapon itself has two functions, a ranged offensive attack, and a defensive giant shield. The instrument itself is a sleek grey color with black trimming and decorations along with actual gold lining the instrument in thin decorations depicting a well known legend in its art along the guqin and shield's body. In its compact form, it still operates as a regular suitcase (there are compartments on the guqin and shield all of the materials shift to when they transform). Cerberus' Tongue Solomon prides himself in his musical prowess and that pride directly translates in his combat capabilities, especially when they depend on said skill. Cerberus Tongue's main component is heavily reliant on his semblance, binding and twisting them into smoky amalgamations directed via the instrument's music itself. It's also heavily reliant on Solomon's ability to improvise, but years of practice has enabled him to prolong a musical piece for hours on end, should a fight last that long. When used, the music Solomon plays directs his legion of smoke that can condense and compact into human sized beings themselves. It has various functions, but the most used ones are when Solomon directs a legion of smoke minions to fight for him or he uses the large smoke he's able to produce as a weapon itself, flinging it around like a whip on a crazed melody. However, Solomon remains completely solitary when using his ranged attacks, and stopping his music altogether is the key axing the entire army of smoke minions. The minions are numerous and near infinite in their resilience. They swarm their foes, weapons various and sharp to pierce and overwhelm. They don't do much damage alone, but due to their large numbers, work in a sort of rushed fashion to overwhelm their enemies. One hit usually takes them out, but within minutes are able to reform and continue their onslaught. When releasing his semblance, Solomon can coat an entire battlefield into one giant ball of smoke, thick like a heavy fog. Using this, rather than condensing them into minions, Solomon's music and act to control the smoke, whipping it in sharp tendrils to attack and slice down Solomon's opponents. Due to the nature of his semblance, Solomon is able to directly feel anything that comes within the large cloud of smoke, meaning he'll know the exact movements and footsteps of each enemy. This can be argued to be the more powerful version of his weapon, as Solomon can safely predict where his enemy is going to be and act accordingly should they ever come close to finding him. When his music ceases, his abilities to control the cloud of smoke is rendered obsolete, though the cloud and his ability to track enemies within stays (as it is his semblance, after all). Fortress on the Waters The melee version of his weapon, Solomon flips his guqin vertical, with the top (where the strings are) facing him, grips the handle that immediately protrudes from between the strings, and transforms the weapon into a large shield. Though it's not necessarily the main feature, Solomon is still able to play the guqin, however he's limited to a few chords with how the entire thing is built. On the face of the shield slams down, decorated to look like a fierce canine with its hackles up with striking yellow eyes. From its mouth, the shield spouts a solid stream of smoke, though only in small increments when not actually used, pouring out to look like drool from the canine's mouth. Using Solomon's semblance, the smoke can be expanded into a large stream and, using the numerous amount of chords Solomon knows, can be sharpened or hardened to create various weapons that attack alongside the brute force of Solomon's shield. The shield just about 3/4's Solomon's height, acts as a large tower shield, and is strong enough to take quite a large amount of force and weight before they're able to get through to Solomon himself. Course: Psychology Semblance: Charon's Due The semblance itself is rather simple: using already present smoke, Solomon is able to expand and produce a large amount more from it. That's pretty much all there is to it; most of its capabilities are woven into his weapon, though without it, he isn't exactly useless. Smoke is actually the way Solomon is able to see, as he lost his sight when he was younger in a tragic accident. Though, he can't exactly go around the academy blowing smoke everywhere, but no one can stop him in combat. However, if an individual were to inhale the smoke, though he isn't exactly able to control it from within an individual (expand it or multiply it), he's able to keep it within the individual's lungs and by doing so is able to track them. Think of smoke as an extension of Solomon, as he is able to feel, see, and sense through even the thickest clouds of smoke—the thicker the better. As well, unless someone contains the ability to do so or the equipment, it's very difficult to dissipate and disperse without Solomon first willing it. His classroom, though it doesn't much effect his students, is under a very thin haze at all times. Personality: Not necessarily what an individual would think would be a psychology teacher, Solomon can be labeled eccentric, if anyone were to condense him into one word. He's not the brooding, thoughtful one like everyone considers him to be (no, he leaves that bit to his significant other), but rather a kind and cheerful fellow. Optimistic, Solomon likes to few the world as full of chances and opportunities, but never one to be ignorant, he understand that not everything can be a good thing—though, most things can leave rise to greater things. But, Solomon is also rather filled with pride, for his own capabilities, but, oddly enough, mostly for those he cares for. It brings about the selfless side of him, as Solomon often finds himself willing to do things for people he loves merely because he loves them. This includes his myriads of students, should they wish to accept his help. But, Solomon isn't a perfect individual, and one of his most defining traits is his stubbornness. Solomon is unyielding and relentless, almost inevitable, when he wishes for things to turn in his favor. This translates into battle, where it's often considered a positive trait, but outside of that, many deem him an immovable object when he puts his mind to something, or rather, when he simply wants something. Often, and this is when he considers a line crossed, Solomon can be rather underhanded and cruel—a very unpitying individual, Solomon's kindness only extends for people willing to help themselves and thrive off of other people willing to do things for them. Though, this does not refute Solomon's selfless characteristic, as he still does things for people, he is just unwilling to do things for people who simply expect it and make no effort to help themselves. When met with another of the same stubbornness, well, things have yet to be anything but bad for the surrounding people. Adding onto that, Solomon is a rather self-deprecating individuals and often makes jokes at his own expense. He, though there are things he prides in himself, doesn't often hold himself in a good light and tends to point out his own issues more than others. It's one of the main reason Solomon often gravitates towards holding his pride in others and caring for them rather than himself. Though optimistic, such a cheery disposition often isn't enough for Solomon to remotely hold himself highly. Unfortunately, Solomon isn't one to make this specific trait public and often hides his own self-hating thoughts to himself. Regardless of these traits, Solomon has a lot of love to give and sometimes little opportunity to give it. A man who often carries the burden for others and loaded down with it, can only be optimistic for so long. The world wares on even the happiest people, and though happy on the outside, sometimes things can get a little down for him in general. Luckily, he has someone to pick up the pieces. Color: Smoke Grey [#708c98] Emblem: A ferryman's rowboat with a tall, thin, and lanky figure rowing it with an extremely long oar. The boat itself is shaped to resemble the constellation Sagittarius, with the figure of a man at the bow where the boat juts up vertically just a few inches shorter than the man rowing the boat. It forms the body of a man that sinks and flows out to become the entire body of the boat; it draws its arms back, holding a long bow in its hands, ready to release the bow knocked onto the quiver. Appearance: A man of 6'0" even, Solomon is of an athletic build, and is considered bulky in comparison. His stature is that of a proud man, chest out and shoulders raised to pronounce him ever further. With a rigid jawline and hard features, Solomon is the epitome of masculinity, or he likes to think he is. It doesn't quite extend into his personality, as he isn't overwhelmingly macho, but Solomon has his moments. However, more so than that, Solomon often walks with a pep in his step, perpetuating his cheeriness and optimism through his movements and expression most of all. He radiates an air of comfort and care, as he finds himself more prone to acting as an individual's shield or personal counselor than an aggressor to the individuals who slight them, should they have been harmed in any way. Suits are what make up most of his attire, that and a pair of rather dark rimmed sunglasses, with extremely dark shades to hide his eyes. Among many things, Solomon is particularly most ashamed of his stark, grey eyes, as each eye contains a deep scar that runs horizontal through each and over the bridge of his nose. So, he tends to hide them and is very touchy and snippy when people attempt to remove them or get him to remove them. Along with that, he's not fairly fond is his bowlegs and plush lips. His voice is a milky baritone, that is often likened to honey gliding a smooth surface. At least, that's what he says. His hair is also a sandy blondish brown with speckles of gray defined along his sideburns.

Name: Ahriman Kore Agesander (Students refer to him as Mr. Kore [pronounced Cory] to avoid confusion) Age: 33 Gender: Male Race: Deer Faunus Weapon: Harbinger The mid to long range version of Ahriman's weapon, Harbinger is large, vine like whip about 7 feet in length. It's a dark shade of purple with green and black outlying it in trimming. The whip itself is a stark black color and made with a sturdy material coated in barbs. The machinations of the whip are various, but the main attribute is the whips shotgun like ability. When used in long range combat (and even close) the whip cracks a bullet from is tip, effectively breaking it with the sound barrier and launching it forward in a long-range spray. Ahriman uses this in a rather lithe, acrobatic way, though he is extremely precise in his attacks and efficient as he uses the whip itself to damage and create a barrier between him and his opponent. There is no dignity in getting lashed and shot full of shrapnel. When pressured, Ahriman can break the whip into six parts, effectively adding a hefty amount of damage in the form of a wider spray with a lot more bullets, as well as more than one effective way to harm an opponent with the whip itself. It's take years of practice for Ahriman to use Harbinger effectively, but determination has made him an effective master at wielding both versions off his weapon. Wretched and Damned The melee, close to mid-range version of Ahriman's weapon acts as a kind of chain and grapple, with part of the base acting as the handle as the whip itself retracts into it. The large handle of the whip then breaks off into two parts, one extending over Ahriman's hand to act as the fist, and the other protruding a large sickle from the tip, attaching itself to the whip itself, to act as the blade. Wretched and Damned is a purple and black metallic weapon, rigid and with gold decor that sweeps from the base of the weapon in wide contours and vines, gradient in its translation from vine to cracks to the actual base of the weapon. The tip of the sickle is coated in a stark, crimson paint. The base of the weapon, as mentioned, breaks off (cutting the long handle into halves), clamping down onto Ahriman's fist when transforming from Harbinger to Wretched and Damned. It acts as a spiked fist with sharpened claws; it has the same color scheme and decor as the spear part of the weapon. Since there isn't enough of the actual material, the fist is sectioned, coating Ahriman's knuckles and fingers and part of the back of his hand. Ahriman uses Wretched and Damned in a very grapple oriented fashion, reeling enemies into close range to make use of mechanized fist. He's quite ruthless when using Wretched and Damned and is unmerciful in his beat down. The weapon itself has separate mechanisms for both the fist and sickle. The sickle uses the trigger from the whip to extend its attacks further, breaking off from the handle to use the vine of the whip to reach and further sectioning itself when it's reached the whips maximum length, grappling onto enemies for Ahriman to drag them back in. The trigger acts to both cast the sickle and retract in the same, shotgun like fashion of the whip. However, that's not the only function, as the sickle itself is still a deadly weapon. Due to its prehensile ability, Ahriman is able to use the sickle in as a mid-ranged weapon, taking advantage of the whip's length to keep his distance when attacking enemies with the sickle. It further uses the shotgun mechanism to piston the sickle into quick, wide arcs, to inflict further damage. The fist part of Wretched and Damned, however, acts as the main damage component and uses the shotgun mechanism from Harbinger to increase blunt force impact of it. Combined with the sickle, the fist can be used at its maximum capacity, inflicting damage to those unfortunate enough to be caught by the sickle. Ahriman uses it relentlessly, using the piston in each punch and attack he can muster. As well, since the fist is used from the material of the whip, it uses some of the whip's lash to attach the claws onto the metallic part of the knuckle, where the spikes are and where the fist deals most of its damage. Using the piston, it can detach the claws to extend Ahriman's attacks before the elastic of it reels them back onto his fingers. This has caused a few problems for Ahriman in the past and many, many broken fingers. Course: Combat Semblance: Bleeding Pomegranate Through the use of his semblance, Ahriman is able to physically and mentally connect himself with an individual of his choice. When choosing, Ahriman has to have physical contact with the individual to form this bond and it lasts as long as Ahriman wills it. Through it, Ahriman is able to take 50% of all damage dealt to the individual, as well, he's able to sense along side them (hear, see, touch, smell, even taste). Not only that, but if they're within range, Ahriman can effectively switch places with them, or either pull the individual into him or propel himself toward them in a flash of purple. It's an effective symbiosis of two people as they share both physical senses and mental thought processes, making each movement coordinated and calculated to match the other. When paired with an individual Ahriman is close to, the effects are amplified simply from how well he knows them, and can prove to make both individuals a near unstoppable force. As well, if an individual is injured, Ahriman can use his semblance to take on part of the injury, lessening suffering of said individual by a monumental amount. (Existing injuries like birth defects or things that have scarred and become permanent are exempt from this ability) Personality: Not necessarily what one would expect of Ahriman as a person, but the harsh ridges of his personality could definitely be attributed to his unwillingness to give of himself too freely. But when he shares himself, he shares his whole self, unabashed and with no judgment. However, on the outside, people definitely consider Ahriman to be a callous individual, with a penchant for a deadpan snark that catches most people off guard. He's a very literal individual and can be seen as a tad jaded, if not wholly cynical. He's not one to show too much emotion, but can often be oblivious in nature and somewhat ignorant of anything out of his grasp of knowledge. Not to say that he isn't knowledgeable, he is, it's just the social aspects that surround society that he can't quite get a handle on. This makes him an awkward individual who often finds himself in awkward situations because of this. Even with all of these weird quirks, Ahriman finds it very pleasing to help people in need and will often drop what he's doing in order to assist a person he feels needs the help. He does it simply because he feels it right, though he isn't against anyone offering him sweets or coffee in exchange for his help. Or hamburgers. Or bacon. However, despite all of this, Ahriman is a deeply determined individual and often tunnel-visioned into his cause. A lot of the time, these causes are rooted in caring and aiding those he's come to love and care for. But, he's subtle and often times a little too under the radar, as things he does often go over people's heads and it can lead to him being taken for granted. When it comes to the people he loves, Ahriman will do just about anything for them, be it morally ambiguous or not. As well, Ahriman is a very individualistic person and often likes to do things on his own, much to the chagrin of his significant other as both individuals are very stubborn in this case. Ahriman can be very assertive, however, and is direct in what he wants, though is often underhanded in how he gets those things or how he achieves the goal he desires. He's not above roundabout ways of getting through to an individual and can be very cunning and witty when the situation calls for it. Unfortunately, Ahriman does have a mean streak and his temper can get out of control rather quickly. He's spiteful and vindictive, often cruel in his methods of enacting due justice. In a state of anger, Ahriman doesn't often understand the meaning of consequences and can often trample through rules and regulations for the sake of letting off steam or going through with a nasty revenge plan. Luckily, however, Ahriman isn't one to hold grudges and is usually rather retrospective of himself outside of his tantrums. That's not to say Ahriman is very trusting or can easily forgive, just that he doesn't find it paramount to expend so much energy on holding all that anger in instead of letting out, like he is want to do. To top it all off, Ahriman has no idea of the meaning of personal space and will not hesitate to get up close and personal with just about anyone. It offers some choice awkward moments, of which he ends up bewildered and confused after said person reacts in any kind of negative fashion. Color: Amethyst [#9966cc] Emblem: Ahriman's emblem is rather simple, it's a mere broken pomegranate with its seeds exposed and exactly six of them missing, laid in a circle around the fruit as a kind of vegetative halo. Appearance: Being a male deer faunus, Ahriman's most prominent features are in fact the antlers the protrude from his head, as well as the floppy ears on the side of his head, often turned downward in a rather somber fashion. The antlers themselves are a stark white and his ears are a mix of brownish black. Ahriman himself is a lithe individual with a solid, athletic build, quite the opposite of Solomon and his bulky stature. He denotes a sense of grace in his movement, though in uncomfortable situations he can get either flighty or rigid depending. His hair is stark black and a shaggy mop atop his head, tinted in styled grey (after being fussed over by Solomon). His face often holds a tired expression and stark blue eyes, despite the exhausted look, tend to flit about everywhere in observation, or child like wonderment, whichever way one likes to look at it. As well, Ahriman talks with a raspy lilt to his voice, dark toned and deep. Often times, Ahriman can be seen wearing either his full suit and tie get up or simply wander around in a pair of slacks and a button up shirt. He likes to be comfortable, but understand that professional is often times more preferable for his job. His attire consists a purple, black, and gold Victorian waistcoat with a black, smallish tailcoat that extends to his midriff before cutting into a sharp angle to hang over his back. His slacks are of a black color with purple trim and he often wears extensively shined and polished dress shoes. (He finds he has a lot of time on his hands).

"I live, I hate, I love. Like anyone else."

Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human



Yūgiri - A katana that, like any other katana, specializes in slashing at the flesh of opponents. Used to quickly dice foes with its light, yet very durable frame, Yūgiri heavily complements Sangue’s methods of pinpointing attacks and slashing efficiently.

The blade can be filled with venom preemptively. Its secondary mechanism electrifies the blade and causes red bolts of electricity to spark out upon abrupt contact, shocking other regular metals in its way and dealing more widespread damage. When the secondary mechanism is activated, it is still capable of applying venom upon directly hitting an enemy, albeit with a lesser effect.

Acanthophis Arm - The Acanthophis Arm is an upgraded version of Sangue's first prosthetic, the Apophis Claw. While maintaining the old Claw inside the arm itself, it grants Sangue an arm that provides extra utility for her. Its secondary purpose is for her to have less trouble with moving around and interacting with objects, though the primary purpose remains ultimately as a more mobile weapon.

In addition to the Claw, the Claw is now able to morph into a Harpoon, letting Sangue launch it out with ease. It is only on when the Acanthophis Arm enters combat sequence, and is turned off when outside of combat. She can use it to impale targets such as Grimm and either drag it towards herself or drag herself towards it. The Claw and Harpoon have different ways for Sangue to move around in a flexible manner, so she must decide what to use at the right moments.

(This weapon is constructed by Gren Orchid and Kuhaku Shiro.)





Sangue is passively immune to venom regardless of Aura. The more damage she receives, the more toxic and long-lasting the venom becomes.

When manually activating her Semblance, the venom she uses to attack Grimm can become corrosive exclusively to them and melt straight through their flesh with minimal effort. The venom also inflicts a brief paralysis effect on targets upon a direct hit. (The venom is not corrosive against Human or Faunus targets.)

Sangue can inject an altered form of venom into her allies. This venom has healing properties and works very slowly, but lasts for a very long time and is enough to stop heavy bleeding from getting worse. When used for healing, the venom neutralizes other existing poisons and numbs wounds.

Alternatively, if Sangue consumes venom herself, she will gain a brief, temporary boost of movement and stamina, as well as a minor healing effect to small wounds she received. The self-healing is not as strong as when she heals others. The effects of consumption wears off relatively quickly.




Sangue lacks the strength of a tank, but her utility and speed enables her with the potential to be stronger than one. She is efficient at providing an offensive role for her team due to her ability to quickly slice through Grimm and deal damage rapidly, as well as provide a minor supporting role through her ability to heal. Sangue, however, relies on having others to make up for her lack of defense during large-scaled battles. She has a rather limited arsenal but still manages to make use of it to its fullest extent, making herself a mobile threat with her potential to paralyze enemies enough for her allies to capitalize on.


Many do not understand the woman with one hand. Her frowns frequently spirals people into a state of nervousness, and her small smiles can leave people with questions.

Cold blood may describe Sangue’s fearsome looks, but within her lies the blood of a curious woman. Calm, but not fully collected, Sangue has no goal in upholding justice in Remnant, but does believe that someone must protect those she treasures- and she was not exempt from such responsibilities. She has the tendency to stare off into empty spaces, talks at a rather confusing pace, and pays a moderate amount of attention in class.

Sangue tries her best to communicate effectively with others when required to do so, though she finds participating in conversations to be awkward. As a result, she frequently meditates to reflect on what she can improve upon for such circumstances.

Though Sangue can dose off and pay attention to irrelevant things during peaceful times, she has grit when something necessary needs to be completed. Sangue is slow at perceiving ways of fitting into society, despite her talent in combat. She can be blunt at times, but generally remains reserved with her opinions unless people push her into being honest a lot.

Sangue gets along with a few people, namely those she befriended in Beacon and people she knew of before enrolling.

”The misconception of my image is both a shield and curse.”
-Sangue Naga-





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- Antibiotics makes her feel drunk, while alcohol itself actually makes her talk better. This is a side effect of her Semblance.

- When she is sleeping, she tends to wrap herself around the warmest thing near her like a snake.

- She is aware that her family is consisted of a mother, father, and sister.

- Her birthday is on January 25, a month directly after Christmas.

- Sangue carries a small pouch when in her dress.