Name: Tollank Pomaranc
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Weapon: "Stillam" is a three pointed Demon Wind Shuriken. Collapses into a gauntlet that covers my entire right arm, with the three blades jutting out of the right side of the forearm. I am usually seen with this form of my weapon. By thrusting my arm forword the gauntlet collapses into a large handgun.
Semblance: "Quo" is the ability to control time in a short area around me. This can basically result in short range teleportation and easily dodging attacks from foes. However this is very taxing, and I am eager to learn better control over Quo.
Bio: Born and raised in Vale, Beacon was always looming over me. I lived with my mother and father in an apartment. My father was a Hunter, so a combination of that and Beacon being right there lead to my desire to hunt as well. I began to train at a young age, mainly by my father. By the time I was enrolled in an actual school I had already developed many of the required skills. My life was simple and happy until the day my father disappeared. He left one morning on a hunt and never returned. Mom said he must have gotten lost, but I am starting to think he just left us. Eventually I applied to Beacon. Upon my acceptance I have been nothing but eager. I will be a Huntsman. I will find my father.
Personality: Tollank is very charismatic and friendly to most people. This hospitality can be misleading, because it is often used to mask his true feelings of people. However once he befriends someone he is fiercely loyal, and willing to do anything for them.
Appearance: Tollank is slightly taller than average, at a little over six feet. Lean and wirery, he carries himself with grace. Brown hair sits messily on is head and his brown eyes are always taking in the surroundings. He wears lose jeans with running shoes, and an orange t-shirt with a shuriken on the front.
Sample Post
Tollank brushed the crumbs and other refuse off the table and into a trash bin before taking his seat. The metal gauntlet that covers the entirety of his right arm makes a soft clang as he lays his arm upon the table. He was not particularly hungry, but he needed something to prepare him for the long day ahead. A server walked up to the table, and asked if Tollank needed anying.
"Coffee with four sugars and a couple Cookies. If you dont mind."
The server wrote his order down and walked to another part of the cafe. Tollank closed his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the atmosphere of the cafe. Soon the server returned, but the smell of coffee preceded him. Tollank smiled at the man and drank heavily from the steaming mug. It was gonna be a good day.

Name/Nickname: Lyndsey Faux

Race: Faunus (Lynx)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Weapons/Equipment/Armor:

Mist Weavers: A pair of gloves made of a unique and incredibly resilient mesh which greatly resembles cloth. The Mist Weavers are capable of protecting Lyndsey's arms from all manner of thrusting and stabbing, even capable of protecting her from ballistic weapons although they do tend to leave bruises. In their dormant state they appear to be average fingerless gloves. When activated in response to Lyndsey's aura the gloves expand to cover her arms up to her mid-bicep, with fingers suddenly sprouting from the gloves' previously missing slots. Pitch black in color, they have a singular white channel which runs down the length of her forearm which branching off along all five of her fingers. Aside from their protection the gloves produce an infinite supply of incredibly durable wires. Each fingertip can produce multiple strands of which Lyndsey is able to control at will. The wires have sharped needle like tips, allowing them to penetrate those unfortunate enough to get in their way like a sewing needle.

Commonly wielded as whips, Lyndsey is capable of dictating how sharp her wires are. From thick enough to pull an ally from harms way without slicing their skin to being able to rend metal and flesh with ease and anything in between. The gloves are capable of exerting extreme amounts of tension on the wires which allow her to quickly crush or slice anything tangled in them without the need for immense physical force. The real strength to the wires is their ability to channel Lyndsey's semblance quickly and efficiently to ranged allies, allowing her to provide assistance while standing out of harm's way.

Mist Dancers: A pair of boots constructed of metal plates and the same mesh her gloves are made of. Appearing as normal boots until their activation, they extend up Lyndsey's legs to the middle of her thighs to provide protection to her legs. They too posses the white channels of their glove counterparts, but rather than producing wire they allow Lyndsey to glide across horizontal surfaces and up vertical surfaces with speed and grace via white dust. The dust is also capable of accelerating her kicks to inhuman speeds as well as 'bursting' outwards once her leg contacts with something, resulting in very powerful impacts which the boots shield her legs from the brunt of.

Semblance:

Healing Touch;

Lyndsey's semblance, rather than being an offensive force meant to destroy her foes or augment her weapon's usage, is a supportive ability. Her aura holds intense healing properties. Originally used through direct contact Lyndsey has long since learned to channel it through her wires to increase the range of her support. Upon activating the ability her limbs, or wires in this case, become cloaked in a shining white aura. It overtakes those whom she uses it upon, the soft white light signifying they're being healed. It acts as an all purpose solution to battle related problems. Wounds are closed, the regeneration of blood is sped up to quickly replace what may have been lost, pain is killed off, toxins are purged and even broken bones can be mended, although it cares far longer than flesh wounds and generally requires the patient to remain still so the bone may heal properly. Her aura also replenishes the stamina of those who have fought to the point of feeling like a good night of sleep and a full meal. She can use it on multiple people, however it slows the progress of the healing more than if she focused on one at a time.

As well as healing, Lyndsey has a second, although not as developed strength to her semblance. Upon introduction to her unique aura the production of another's aura within the body increases drastically. The sudden increase in aura often gives those effected a boost in their combat prowess, allowing easier access to the fantastic abilities that aura gifts upon them. It also has the rather interesting effect of increasing the potency of semblances. The level of in which she can 'buff' her allies is thus far not very developed, but she expects to get better at it as her years in Beacon tick by.

Hobbies: Reading & Writing, Yoga, Practicing Taekwondo, Gardening, Explaining why cupcakes are superior to cookies, Cooking, Taking care of people, Watching old movies and tv shows, Kicking things

Bio: A faunus by birth, Lyndsey never knew her parents. As so many of her kin were, she was almost immediately abandoned by her biological parents for reasons unknown. She had never bothered looking into who her biological parents were when she grew to the age to find out. She was lucky enough to find a home early on in her life, barely having the ability to remember the place which she called home for the first few years of her life. An aspiring engineer and his wife had contacted the establishment in search of a child after learning they could not conceive one of their own. The human couple had examined a few children before they came upon young Lyndsey, only a toddler at the time. Despite the very obvious difference in their heritages, the two were charmed by the lynx girl. She was hastily adopted and began a comfortable life with the Faux family.

With her father working a position within Ferrous manufacturing and her mother running a catering business from their home, Lyndsey grew up with no lack of money in her life. While others of her race might have had rough lives in faunus packed ghettos, she lived, if not as a bit of an outcast, in a lovely human neighborhood within the city of Vale. Her encounters with racism only began when she started to near the middle of her primary education. Children whose parent's prejudices tainted them would pick on the poor girl at school for reasons her sheltered existence couldn't explain. In response to this, her father enrolled her into martial arts lessons to teach her to defend herself if things escalated. Which, of course, they did.

The older she got, the more obvious it was to her why she was singled out all the time, why the bullies got worse. Lingering feelings of hatred between races, the White Fang's war against humanity and her seemingly fortunate childhood placing her in the middle of enemy territory were all to blame. Ever the idealist, she tried her hardest to dispel the stereotypes of her birth race. By becoming a model member of society, perhaps she could shed some of the harsh rumors away from her race, if only to a few people. With this in mind, Lyndsey began to aspire to become the pinnacle of the society she lived; a huntress. Those who trained to fight Grimm for a living were always seen as allies to the people, so if she managed to become a great one, then maybe she could make a difference. When her primary education came and the time to separate the mice from the lynx came, she pleaded with her parents to allow her entrance to Signal Academy. Whilst she received the 'no' so many parents gave their youngsters when the question of becoming a demon killing machine came up, she eventually managed to whittle down the resistance. Using materials he brought home from work one day, Mr. Faux helped his daughter construct her first weapons. She was shipped off to Signal weeks later after passing the entrance exam.

Her time at Signal was easier than her time in regular schooling. Not only was there a higher density of faunus for her to fit into, but her semblance proved to be quite a powerful force for acceptance upon its reveal. While she never made many friends, a product of her sheltering, she managed to slide through Signal just fine. Graduating on the higher end of the grade spectrum, she was offered a spot at Beacon a few days afterwards. One she quickly accepted.

Personality:
Lyndsey is a rather shy girl. Perhaps as a result of having a lack of friends as a child, she isn't very good with getting out there and making them. Her lack of experience with social situations make her nervous, thus only further prevent her from getting into them. Once she does manage to get over that fear with a group of people she's rather sweet. A nurturing person by default, she generally goes out of her way to look after her friends and teammates to ensure they're doing well, more often then not neglecting herself in the process. She's also rather quirky, coming up with hair brain schemes and awkward personal games to entertain herself while she avoids the limelight.

Appearance:


Post Sample:

The day was so exciting! Leaving home to the airship docks, boarding with a bunch of other students, flying across Vale in order to arrive at the mythical academy of Beacon. Jittery as she may have been, the faunus had tucked herself away from the others during the flight to the cliff stationed school. Maybe making new friends could wait for a while. She had lost all of the handful she made back in Signal, none of them choosing to attend Beacon if they had received invitations at all. It was probably best. From her position among the seats, she managed to watch a girl crush a bench with a massive mace, a man drive up the ceiling on a bike and drip his lunch onto a girl and some kind of samurai dude threatening somebody with his sword. She knew attending Beacon was dangerous, but was this all really needed?

When the ship docked she had carefully waited for everyone else to exit the ship before she stealthily made her way out. The poor girl had gotten lost on the campus for most of the day before the opening speech, which she just caught the end of. Luck seemed to be against her that day. The cafeteria was packed with people, which of course sent off a red flag to the faunus, who decided to wander the various shops for a while in order to carefully plan out who to associate. Before she could even pick a table in which to seat herself at, a scuffle in a near by bakery had broken out and a lobbed chair smacked the lynx girl in the head, ending her first day at Beacon with a bang.

The moral of the story is, posting samples are hard and people shouldn't throw chairs.

Name/Nickname: James Feryana

Race: Fauna (With wolf ears and even a wolf tail)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Weapons/Equipment/Armor:
Swish Of Zariana: A sword which comes in the form of just the hilt of a sword, from which the sword extends and retracts. The hilt of the sword also shoots semi-explosive slugs.
Zariana's Ward: A shield which comes in the form of a flat, small disk with a handle, which extends open to a medium sized, strong white shield.

Semblance:
Light of the Goddess: James can create a light where there is darkness by casting a ball of light that sits where he wants it to, let it be on a wall, on the roof or on the ground. He can make this light flash very brightly for a second or so, temporary blinding those looking at it.

Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, using his laptop, practicing with his weapons, eating cookies.

Bio: James Feryana was born to a family that was quite poor. His mother died of sickness at an early age, so he had to work hard to get money, but even then he didn't get much from the work that he did. James would study hard at school, as he wished to get a good job when he was older to get a lot of money. James was quite shy at school, always sitting away from people, but never in the shadows. He was scared of the dark, and always wished that he could ward it off.

One day, James was sitting in the house at night, and he was reading a book. Suddenly, there was a power cut, and James was waving his hands, willing the darkness to go away. Light appeared, and James thought that the power was coming back on. He looked around, but everything in the house was still turned off. He turned his head, and caught a glimpse of a ball of light sitting in front of him. He moved his hand out of the way to get a better look at it, but it seemed to follow the movements of his hand. He moved his hand out, and the ball moved away. He brought his hand closer and the ball came closer. James was happy with this, and he clapped in delight. When he clapped, though, the ball flashed really brightly, but it didn't seem to faze James. Strange. I wonder if I can make the ball go away somehow. James moved his hands apart and the ball disappeared. That was easy. James thought. And that is when James started to pray to Zariana, a goddess of light and nature that he made up.

James went to school the next day, and read books about hunters and huntresses, who had their own weapons. James wanted to become one of them, become a hunter. James went home, to tell his father of his dreams, but his father had become ill. Nonetheless, he told his dad, and he started to craft his own weapons with what he had. Unfortunately, the more progress James had made with his weapons, the worse the sickness in his father became. Finally, James and his father finished making the Swish Of Zariana and Zariana's Ward, and his father passed away a few days later. Even at the age of 17, James was upset. He cried for days, but finally stopped. He would continue his dream. Hesitantly, James applied for Beacon Academy.

Personality: James is a shy boy, who is easily upset. It's easy to make James cry, and he doesn't like telling people what happened to his family. James is also scared of the dark. He prays to goddess he made up, the goddess of nature and light, Zariana, and does not like being abused because of it. He likes nature.

Appearance: James is a decent height, with black hair coming down to his ears and blue eyes. He has a small nose. He has grey wolf ears and a grey wolf tail. James is quite thin, and he likes to wear casual clothes.

Post Sample: James walked alone through the corridors, feeling alone. He was sad, but he tried not to show it. Instead, he admired the beautiful red wood walls, and the blue patterned floor. The place had a soothing feeling to it, but it didn't do much to cheer James up from what he felt. Finally, James reached the exit, and walked outside. It was peaceful outside, the chirping of birds, the warm rays of sun beating on his skin. The flowers were finally blooming, and looked beautiful. James walked to the flowers, admired the arrangement, and walked along the path to the fountain, which had water flowing down from it, then coming back up to repeat the process. James felt cheered up by the air around him, and how there was hardly any darkness around, all warded off by the sun's rays. James sat down on a bench, and turned on his laptop. He began to listen to music, the sounds almost lulling James fall asleep.

Nicknames: Sayu,

Race: Human

Age: 18

Weapon: Dragon Fang - A sword that resembles the Falchion from FE13 except the blade is red, the handle is black and it has a dragon head design on the base of the hilt. It has the hole to add dust cartridges and give it different effects. One example is add a red dust cartridge and the blade can generate fire.

Equipment: Several different dust cartridges for her weapon. She is wearing cloth bandages made of a material that reacts to aura and increases the power of physical blows with her hands.

Semblance: Lash - She uses this to increase her speed or strength in bursts and as a result the power of her attacks, however it is limited to one limb at a time meaning she can only increase the speed or strength in one arm or leg. she is able to use it multiple times in a row however if she uses it too many times she will injure herself.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, and messing with weapons.

Bio: She was born and raised in Vacuo as the oldest daughter of the owner of Takashi Dust Manufacturing and Weapons Development. She had everything she wanted but she felt she was missing something. One day when she was around 6 she got lost in the forest around her house and was attacked by a Boarbatusk and was saved by a hunter that was in the area and felt that this was what she was missing and decided to become a huntress. Her father fiercely disapproved but she went through with it anyway. She decided to go to Beacon because Shroud didn't contact her.

Personality: She is a very closed person who keeps much to herself. Despite this she is kind and is willing to help others. She is generally difficult to anger however when she does get angry she is very difficult to calm down. The quickest way to anger her is to threaten her friends. She is also very blunt and unapologetic about it. She's not afraid to speak her mind even to the faculty and other authority figures which leads her to getting into lots of trouble with almost anyone, especially with the school staff. She prefers action to words most of the time.

Appearance: She is 5'9" with an athletic build. She has waist-length red hair and dark blue eyes. She wears black slip on shoes, black pants with a dark red flame design up to the knee, a white sleeveless shirt, a black jacket, and white cloth bandages wrapped around her hands and lower arm up to the elbow. She also wears a dark red wizards companion necklace.

Sample Post: Sayuri smiles to herself as she cleans her newly made Dragons Fang, "Maybe with this I'll finally be able to impress Mina. She seems to be kinda depressed recently I wonder why..." suddenly a buch of cookie crumbs fell from above onto her weapon causing her eye to twitch.

A girl with pale blue hair wearing the school uniform of a white button shirt and dark blue skirt dropped down from above with half a cookie sticking out of her mouth, "what're you up to Sayu?"

"I was cleaning my new weapon before you rudely dropped your crumbs on it Eve," Sighing she start over starting by wiping the crumbs off, "By the way do you have any more of those?"