Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Offensive Melee Transformative
Weapon Derivation: Francesca (Axe), Warmallet
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: The mallet withers up into a rectangular piece of metal to make it easier to carry around, strapped to her waist just over her rear.

Form 1: A Two-Handed Warmallet called Randgrid. It has a chain attached to it allowing her to pull it back in to herself if she drops or throws it. It is fairly heavy but not heavy enough to where Asvoria can’t pick it up or drag it in with the chain.

Form 2: The secondary form is a Francesca-like axe that’s better for throwing than the hammer form. It’s very reminiscent of the weapon her mother carried into battle.

Brunhild: A glove that turns into arm guard of her father’s design. It starts as a gauntlet that runs up her right arm where it eventually ends on her shoulder. The chain on Randgrid pulls back into this gauntlet. It is infused with dust and very durable. The axe and chain combo can be used as a grappling hook improvisation.

Skuld:Highly similar to Brunhild. The only real difference is the appearance of the shoulder part of the item which has a large spaulder on it.



Other:
Color: Electric Yellow

Combat Style: Typically, Asvoria likes to be up close and personal favoring strong, powerful attacks though not being averted from attempting a flurry of lighter blows.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Other than throwing her weapon, Asvoria has no real capacity for ranged weaponry. That being said, she is great at melee combat with powerful blunt attacks with her hammer or slightly more cutting attacks with her axe. Her physical abilities at this point are rather high and her size typically throws off her peers.

Semblance:
Gravitic Manipulation - Through touch or thorugh Brunhild or Skuld, Asvoria is able to lower or increase the weight of items. It is also surmised that this is part of the reason she is so short and why she is so heavy for her height with as thin as she is.

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Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Cat Faunus

Appearance: He is about 5'7 , Looks as shown and he'd rather keep his weight to himself ;) Oh, and he has cat ears.

Weapon Name: Ignis Gemina





Type: Melee/Mid-Ranged. Does react with Aura. It does transform~ish.

Weapon Derivation: Short swords.

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: One sword sheathed in a sheath on each side of his belt.

Form 1: The hilt has holes in that let Tam channel flames into it. The flames either go forward, lighting his blades on fire. Or the back of the hilt opens up and the flames fire out the back, this provides thrust for maneuvering or powerful stabbing attacks, though if such an attack missed Tam would be off balance. It also makes a defacto flamethrower though he hardly needs his swords for that!

Personality: Whilst individualistic in nature he is very loyal or even protective of any group that he feels a part of, a necessity of life outside the protection of the great cities.
Whilst he can be over confident and at times clowny, in the face of overwhelming odds he has a tendency to retreat, again a takeaway of his life outside the cites where one group of Grimm often means many more Grimm if escape is not enacted.
He holds hunters in high esteem but has a corresponding lack of respect for bureaucrats and other organised bodies.
Though he now knows that there are factions and such among humans and faunus he does not truly grasp it, to him the true enemy is the Grimm. This coupled with his confidence and friendly nature make him easy to like and get along with.

History: Tam has lived most of his life as a nomad, travelling from camp to camp with a small group of family and friends. Nomads value freedom above all else, why else would they choose to live outside of the safe havens, in the wilds. He has seen much of the wild, since his earliest days he has learned to fear and hate the Grimm but most of all to run from them. Life outside the cities is hard, you can visit a village one month and when you circle back, find only ruins. You can meet other nomadic groups only to find their rotting remains a year later. It breeds a simmering resentment among the wild peoples and from that come the stories of hunters and huntresses, great warriors who fight the Grimm and win. Stories only though, or so Tam thought.
One day their wagons trundled into the packed town square of a new village, to find the rapidly evaporating corpse of a huge ursa! What caught Tam as strange however was the lack of fear among the villagers, the lack of bodies. An ursa this size running wild around a village, the mere thought caused a shudder to pass down his spine and yet, here one was, and the village not a lick of paint short. Tam jumped from his family wagon and joined the small crowd in the square, the locals glanced at him curiously but soon continued their chatter and from that chatter Tam learned of a great warrior who had come, a great warrior who had slain the ursa in a single strike! A great warrior who at this very moment was in the local tavern. Tam ran back to the wagon to grab his coin pouch and with a shout to his aging mother he shouldered his way through the crowd to the bustling tavern. Music filled the musty air, a jougler playing a strange lute in a corner, the crowd gathered at her feet. Tam looked about for this great warrior but could not see hair nor head of such, with a sigh of regret he shuffled to the bar and grabbed a pint.
He found himself a seat and relaxed, he could waste a half hour here without being missed. The music stopped as the crowd called for a story and the jougler after taking a mighty sip from her pint stood to address the crowd. The lute seemed to transform in her hands, there was a mechanical clank and she was holding a strange sword. The story that followed told of far away lands, plots, fights and the hunter and huntress academies. An hour later Tam stumbled from the tavern, his strides long and purposeful, he had found a calling, he would become a hunter!
He left the camp a week later to travel to an academy and begin his training. They had a ceremony on the night he left, more a party really, for the nomads a parting of paths is an important event, too often paths did not cross again.
Among the 'advanced' human society he has experienced much contempt and derision due to his race, originally perplexed by this he has come to accept it, for now it is enough that he can defend himself and if opportunity should arise, others.





Other:
Color: Cobalt Blue

Combat Style: Tam fights with a very aggressive all in style, he will try to overwhelm any defense with numerous attacks, always trying to keep the initiative, keep his opponent reacting. Dual short swords are not the worst defensive weapons but they certainly arn't the best, a skilled foe may well be able to overwhelm him in turn if they can whither the storm.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Using his semblance he can move and change direction very quickly, he excels at close-mid range fighting.

He has very good night vision and natural agility.

No long range capabilities.

Can't stand his ground very effectively, has to either engage or evade.

Really doesn't like the rain. He is a cat faunus AND his semblance is fire oriented; double whammy.

Semblance:

He can make fire explode from his hands or feet. These bursts of fire can be used to propel him, or offensively, though the fire is extremely dangerous in close, at mid range it is manageable and at long range it has usually petered out. If it rains or he is underwater his semblance is weakened. [His fire is blue].

" Imagination is your closest ally. And also your worst enemy."

name: Tilian Pearson

Age: 18

Gender:male

Race: Human

Appearance: This thin gentlemen stands 2 meters tall. Weighing 80 kilograms. His red eyes are perfectly aligned.
And can look rather threatening at times. He dresses like a businesses man which shows because of his black suit and red tie. Hiding the thin body from sight. He doesn't look physical imposing and some could even call him a pushover. His black hair is has always coned back making it look rather slick. His leather shoes are always perfectly tied. And always look very clean. His head has a big scar on the back of his head Which is hidden behind his hair. He has normal looking hands but has bitten of fingernails. His chest also bears stab scars one being just below his heart and the other ones around his stomach and a rather nasty looking scar on his lower back.

weapon name: The black sun



Weapon Appearance/Function: ( Oh boy hope this is acceptable)
Type: Ranged defense dust compatible.

weapon derivation: None self created.

Holstered/sheathed appearance: compressed to a small black marble which he keeps in his pocket.

Form 1:
The mother form so to speak. A black floating orb which is two meters wide and two meters high.which feels like water when touched.

Form2:

Basically anything it can morph into. Tilian is able to morph it into walls, weapons, a fist almost everything. But it cant make something if it does not have enough matter to do so. The weapon is control d via a chip in Tilian's brain which was installed when he was just a baby. The chip allowed Tilian to imagine what he wants the orb to change into where to move to. Or to increase or decrease the density of the matter. However he can not have it become multiple densities at a time. He also uses three dust types. Fire,ice and electricty.
He does this by throwing dust crystals into Black sun. Fire crystals burn, Ice crystals freeze, And Electricity crystals electrocute. ( SHOCKING ISN'T IT XD I know i know i'm horrible.)

( hope that explains it some what?)

Personality: Because of Tilian's troubled past he has become somewhat paranoid trusting no one but himself. But instead of locking himself up like a crazy person he decided to act his way through life basically creating a mask to hind behind. He acts like a normal school boy who has just graduated to beacon. Which acts like every teenager should. But in fact he is a broken individual who is dead inside having no love for anything. This is the reason why he can change emotions without a problem. Lying his way through anything. He acts his way through life only becoming his true self when he is alone. He also is impossible to flirt with since he has no interests in relationships. But if need be can act like he wants to. This mask as well created as it is. Can still be broken showing Tilian's true self. A sad lonely little boy who has no one who loves him. He is very cold and emotionless when angry. He does this because when you show no emotion whatsoever. You are harder to read.and there by harder to hurt. All of this beside there is one thing that is able to put a smile on his face. Which is to kick total ass out of Grimm or his opponents.

History: Tilian's first years of his life are shrouded in mystery.( But i'm just gonna tell it because EXPOSITION!) He was born In the kingdom of mistral. To a loving family. One that he would never get to know because as soon as he was born he was stolen by an unknown organization. They needed a good test subject and since Tilian Seemed to be the best outcome they chose him. The reason they needed a baby was because of this. This organization had discovered a new material. If it came from space or was created by dust is still unknown. What is known is that the material could be used as a weapon. However controlling it seemed to be difficult . First they tried skin contact which ended in a failure. Then they tried dust Which turned out even worse. And then they came up with the chip. They could have put it in one of there scientists. Or anyone else for that matter but they grew paranoid with the idea of that turning against them. So they decided to try it on babies. Mostly to then raise the child as one of there own hoping it would become completely obedient. However the experiment was very dangerous. Which proved true considering how many babies died in the process. Tilian however survived the operation. Establishing a link between the weapon and him. The scientists rejoiced in there victory. Yet one of them grew a conscious. He was ashamed what they had done to the poor babe ripping it away from it's mother. So he decided to leave the lab. Taking Tilian with him. However he was caught in the act and was surrounded by guards. Then Tilian started to cry. No one knows why probably because it had woken up.And the weapon responded to Tilian's cries for help. It crashed into the room. It was the first and only time it acted on its own. Killing the guards by smashing them apart. It then shrunk into a small marble. The scientist then took it with him to make sure no one could use it. They then fled to Vale where he Raised Tilian as his own.
Those years where the best of Tilian's life. But then he turned 12 and everything went wrong. He was on his way back to school he was attacked by bullies. However Tilian imagined how he would kick the crap out of them.
Which happend , But not in a way he had imagined. His weapon grew into a giant fist flew over to him and punched one of the bullies right in the face. The bullies fled leaving Tilian alone with his weapon. He confronted his fake father about it. He then told Tilian the truth. Tilian was shocked and ran away from his fake father. The next following years where difficult as he tried to survive in the streets. discovering the powers it had.
At the age of 14 he started to join a group of thieves. They ran heists all over town and even earned a nickname. Then it all went to shit. They where doing a heist in a museum. But it went wrong and they left Tilian for dead. Tilian fought of security but in the end was captured. Then he met Ozpin who offerd him a choice. Either go into jail, or become a hunter. Tilian decided to go with the latter.

Emblem:

Other:

Colour: Ceruclean blue

Combat style: He likes to attack his enemies from afar. Using whatever he can imagine. If he is able to damage his opponent he will then grab it and fling it around. And when attacks he creates a shield around him to prevent incoming blows.

Strengths and weaknesses: As good he is in attacking and defending himself. when it comes down to it on his own physical strength. He is very easy to beat. Since he uses his weapon for almost everything he lacks the strength or speed to really defend himself. When his weapon is not there. Beside that is that if he fights for to long he will start to get horrible headaches. Preventing him from concentrating.

Semblance Nightmare Manifestation: Tilian has the ability to delve into the minds of others and see their worst fears. With this image of an object or person, he can use his weapon to create a replica of the person's fear and use it to fight against them. Limited to one at a time, and Tilian cannot read into the persons mind any more than that. It is the only secret revealed to him.

Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9FzgsF2T-s

"I mean... sometimes you just need a little help you know... right?"

Name: Heather Di Mint

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Deer faunus (as a deer Faunus she has a couple quirks. Startles easily, eats vegetables almost exclusively, hates meat though she can eat it. Has horns obviously, but also a deers ears bit no tail. Naturally a bit nervous)

Further appearance: Heather is rather petite, standing at a mere 5'2 she is slim and lithe only weighing only 133 lb.. Her hair is normally in forward pigtails like above, though she has been known to occasionally experiment with more exotic styles, not always working out so great. Shy prefers short dresses and combat skirts to pants, mixed with stockings. She prefers boots to other footwear and allways has on gloves if outside of her armor. Heathers abs are more developed than that of most girls, though her arms appear to be only slightly more muscled along with her legs, though she is no body builderor anything like that, the diference is noticeble on just slightly closer than a glance (if her legs and arms are uncovered that is, or her midrif I suppose :) )As she focuses on heavy hitting, Heather does wear armor. Her armor is made of several plates of metal connected with an underlying weave of steelsilk. It cover her chest, top of her mid-riff and her arms. She wears a bronze scarf to cover her neck. The armor itself is mint green, lighter than most of what she wears underneath it. She keeps her legs unarmored to avoid hampering the movement of her legs, the amor had no helmet as she prefers not to cover her horns.

Weapon name: Malice

Weapon appearance/function:

Type: Two forms, sheathed and unshaeathed, melee with single medium range ability, dust use

Weapon derivation: Uchigatana/Kanabo

Holstered/sheathed appearance: Worn with the Uchi blade up, the sheath and blade hilt making up the canabo, but curved to fit the sword. Despite the Kanabo sheathes length and size, she carries at her waist like a regular Uchigatana would be.

Weapon appearaance: The Kanabo serves as the sheathe, meaning it is curved unlike a classic Kanabo. Made of black steel, the studs are stainless. THe Uchigatana itself has a white blade, stained from constantly being heated in the Kanabo sheathe.

Form 1: Full Kanabo In its base form, the weapon functions as a full Kanabo about four and a half feet tall, almost as tall as Heather herself (though it has the uchigatanas hilt guard), if more curved than an ordinary Kanabo. In this form it can release small explosions of fire by flaring the studs, originating from the dust vials inserted into its top.

Form 2: Uchigatana/Short kanabo: In this form Heather wields the heavy short Kanabo in her left hand and the Uchi blade in her right. The blade is almost always very hot, often steaming for awhile after being seperated. An interesting ability can be used when first unsheathing the blade. If she pumps all the dust remaining into the the Kanabo before seperating the Uchi, Heather can release a large gout of flame from the sheathe, reaching out to 60 or 70 feet in a cone of about 20 or 30 feet.

Personality: Heather is a reserved and rather shy person in general. She speaks softly(and carries a big stick) and often avoids directly confronting people over issues if she can avoid it. She remains reserved and rarely shares her thoughts or feelings with others, even friends. Most of the time, she comes off as rather socially awkward and shy in the extreme, its hard for her to get particularly close to anyone. In spite of how she normally is, Heather excels and comes into an almost opposite personality when in the thick of a melee, using her weapon Malice with an almost brutal amount of passion and glee. Though still rarely talking, there is no reserve in the way she fights or acts in a combat, throwing her all into what she believes is the ultimate form of self expression.

History: Heather was born and raised in Vale, but not like most children. Her parents were drifters, with no real time to raise a child, so they did what they thought was right. She was dropped at the doorstep of house in the richer district of vale, the owner surprised when he discovered a small faunus child on his porch. He quickly dropped the baby at an orphanage, unwilling to raise any sort of Faunus. Heather was in the poor orphanage until she was about 4, when the orphanage was destroyed by the white fang. After that the chilldren were seperated and taken into many different institutions and groups, Heather was lucky enough to be "adopted" by one Hanna Mint, a human socilite in Vale. However, this was not done out of the kindness of her heart, Hanna was infertile and a widow, as her husband had been a huntsman who died fighting Grimm., and Hanna wanted a legacy, she wanted a child who would be a famous huntsman. To this end, Heather Di Mint, as she was named by her new mother, was almost never not training. Wether learning to use dust, strengthening her Aura, learning her semblance or rigourous physical training she was almost never doing anything else. Though Hanna Mint was not a huntress herself, she had a large inheritance invested into many succesful companies, meaning that though she never went to Signal Heather always had a tutor, often several at once. Schooled this way, isolated from others of her age Heather became introverted in the extreme, being shy around anyone who wasn't her mother, who she only ever wanted to impress. To this end she worked hard, enduring all of her training no matter how difficult or trying it got. Then, when she caame of age, she was admitted into beacon. Now on her second year, Heather has still opened up very little, remaining the shy introvert she has been since year one, no one has managed to become close enough to her to open up just yet.

Emblem


Color: Mint Green

Combat style:When one full size Kanabo Heather focuses on a combination of heavy ground destroying hits and blocking. After transforming, if she uses it as a flamethrower firt, she then dispatches any defense, changing to a full offensive push, using the shorter Kanabo and Uchigatana in tandem to hti her opponent with a flurry of blows, much faster than her full Kanabo. Without her weapons, Heather is a student of drunken boxing, meaning though not AS dangerous, she can continue to fight effectively.

Strengths and weaknesses: Heather is incredibly strong in spite of her size from years of training her body, also granting her far more fortitude than someone of her size should have which is improved further by her armor. However, also unlike other fighters of her size, her reactions and the speed of her attack are hampered by her armor and she puts to much strength behind most of her attacks, leaving her more open for counters than most other hunters if she misses. Her semblence somewhat makes up for these deficiencies, making her far harder to hit, not necasarily because she is faster or has better reflexes, but it makes guessing her moves far more difficult.

Semblance: Vanish in smoke- Heather is withdrawn and enjoys little more than practicing or studying alone, her semblance reflects her shy nature. Upon its use Heather begins to smoke... literally parts of her body begin exude coloums of smoke as if from a huge dying fire. The smoke obscures her motions, making her strikes harder to predict, and making her harder to hit. In addition to valing her movements, Heather can strike out with the buring smoke, able to blind and seriously burn opponents unlucky enough to get caught by the thrown embers. However, the semblance ownly directly increases her speed, meaning her hits come no harder and she gains no more endurance, though it gives her the oppourtunity to escape dangerous situations. The one truly offensive capability she calls "smoking blade", where she channels the smoke purely to her blade or Kanabo(or both though this is more difficult) adding both the ability to seriously burn opponents as well as seperate groups by spreading the smoke with rapid or heavy strikes, throughing the choking, burning smoke into the air. If used in tandem with the Kanabo's flamethrower attack, Heather can create a sort of extreme burning smog blinding, burning and choking anyone or anything caught in the cone of thick black smog.

"... Can't I just go to bed instead?"

Name:
Rust Bairne

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Standing at 6'1" and built quite athletically, Rust is just what one might expect of somebody raised to fight- That is to say, a bit of a heartthrob without realizing it. Generally a bit rugged in grooming, his hair is usually a mess, his beard is scruffy, and while clean, he looks like he just needs a hot shower, a nap, and somebody to iron the massive amount of wrinkles from his clothes. His eyes are the color of his name- a faint orange hue, with small flecks of darker orange- Like rust on iron in the light of dusk. He tends to dress casually, in jeans, combat boots, and a wrinkled button-up flannel hanging open over a T-shirt.

He has his personal crest inked into his shoulder in the same color as his eyes.

Weapon Name:
Sear (Left) and Scorch (Right)

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Sear and Scorch are twin trench blades with some interesting features- Meant for punching, stabbing, and slashing all- Or even for slinging around on chains!

Type:
Flexible- Multi-use.

Weapon Derivation:
Trench Knives and Chain whips.

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance:

The knvies are twin blades- Identical. The three gems in each are foci crystals for his aura, and glow a dark orange. His personal crest, of course, replaced the flame pattern on the blade. The two are sheathed on each of his thighs in dark leather scabbards- He's never seen without them, no matter where he is.

Form 1:
The knives are both on chains, which are hidden in the knuckle-guards of the hilts. At a flick of his wrist, the blades can move on these chains to switch sides- Making for easy transitioning from forehand to backhand grips.

Form 2:
Those hidden chains are actually quite long- And on command, come free entirely from the hilts, turning the daggers into excessively deadly chain whips... With very sharp blades on the end, of course.

Personality:
Rust is, generally, a pretty chill person- He likes to sleep, he likes to snooze, he loves to doze- basically, he's just a walking ball of sleepiness. But, this isn't to say he isn't interested in things around him- If one can spark his interest enough to get him out of bed, he proves to actually be quite hyper and inquisitive. When it comes to fighting, however, a drastic change comes over him- Being a Hunter is, as he puts it, in the family blood. He treats fighting like an artist treats his masterpiece- Every step, every stroke of his knives has to be perfect, has to flow. Often times his fighting and dancing have been compared, rather rightfully so. Put simply- He loves to sleep. And he lives to fight.

History:
Rust's family line isn't particularly famous- But there hasn't been a male in the family tree yet that didn't wind up being a Hunter, and the majority of women in the family also went down the Huntress's path. Rust was, of course, no different. Even before attending Signal academy, he spent most of his time training with his father and two older brothers. He already had his weapons by the time he joined Signal, and graduated with outstanding marks to go on to Beacon. His family life is, despite the family business, quite normal- He goes home for the holidays, everybody either hates each other or loves each other... Pretty average family, really. Excepting, of course, for the occasional spar that takes place on the dinner table in place of eating.

Emblem:


Color:
Rust Orange

Combat Style:
Comparable to dancing- Fluid, graceful, and yet quite lethal when applied appropriately.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Against balanced and quick fighters, Rust has the upper hand- As far as grace and agility go, he has it in spades. But against opponents of raw, brute strength, he struggles a bit without help from the team, simply because they tend to out-tank him, and his game will begin to slip in extended fights, due to his rather average stamina levels.

He also has a weakness for puppies and kittens- If it's fluffy and adorable, he simply has to stop and cuddle them.... No matter -where- he is. Even in the middle of a fight.... Well, unless he's taking it seriously enough.

Semblance:
Rust's semblance is, in a word, heat. This is not to be confused with fire- He can't create flame in the least. Rather, he simply creates pure heat waves, without the blaze. This keeps his body temperature abnormally high- At a point that would actually put most people in the hospital. If he applies focus to this ability, he can produce enough heat to turn rock molten, melt most metals, or give people third degree burns almost on contact. He has this, thankfully, well under control. He hasn't accidentally burned anybody since childhood. He is also able to channel this ability safely through the gems in Sear and Scorch, the blades enhanced with his own aura so that, despite reaching temperatures more than high enough, they will not melt when he heats them. When channeling his semblance, heat waves visibly radiate off of his body, warping the air around him like one might see over a grill in summer.

Name: Razor Whitefang

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus (White Fox)

Appearance: Razor stands Five foot eleven without shoes and with shoes he’s six feet tall. He weighs 240 pounds and is between and slime and medium physique. He has candy apple red eyes, short white hair, his right chipped fang, and it might not been seen, but he is slightly deaf in his left ear. His right arm has a tattoo of a King Taijitu staring from his shoulder and wrapping around his arm with the mouth open about to devour his hand. On his left shoulder he has a tattoo of a beowolf head. He is normally seen wearing a blue t-shirt with a design of a cross exploding from a skull as chips of bone fly from the open wound. Black jeans, black and white Nike sneakers, and around his neck is a necklace with his emblem on it.

Weapon Name: 2 Wolf Bite Yoyos

Weapon Appearance/Function: (Yoyo’s are about the size of Baseballs)

Type: Mid-ranged, dust compatible (Only uses Fire, Ice, and Lighting), and offensive
Weapon Derivation: the yoyos where given to him by his adopted father.
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: the Yoyos are kept inside what looks like a fanny pack that is on the right side of Razor’s body.
Form 1: Normal Yoyos (Without Chainsaw blades around the outside) (Dust compatible)
Form 2: Chainsaw yoyos (Blades are on the outside of yoyos) (Not dust compatible)
Form 3: N/A

Personality:
Razor is a kindhearted individual who wants to see people happy and keep others safe. He strives to make everyone around him feel as peaceful as possible. However, his true personality is masked by his fake personality he actually shows everyone. To anyone around him Razor comes off as rude, a jerk, and someone who people don’t like to be around. He does this because he fears that his Semblance will activate and he’d attack those around him. He pushes people away because he fears he’ll hurt someone around him. So he created a nasty personality to keep people safe from himself.

History:
Razor was raised by the Moon Bloods: a clan of wolf Faunus that lives in a small village outside the city. Dagger, the leader of the Moon Bloods and a few other clan members found Razor on the path to the village after they had finished hunting for food and herbs. Razor was only three months old and sleeping inside a cardboard box. Dagger had considered leaving Razor to the elements until Serenity offered to take care of him. Dagger knew that she had recently lost her son and husband to a pack of Grimm and agreed. Even though Serenity took care of Razor like he was her own son, Razor seemed to find his way into Dagger’s hut and fall asleep on the sheep skin rug in front of the fire pit. Even though Dagger originally saw Razor as another mouth to feed and an outsider, Dagger seemed to imprint on him and he took Razor under his wing.

Dagger acted as Razor’s father and taught him the ways of the Moon Bloods. When Razor turned 12, Dagger introduced him to the Moon Bloods way of fighting called Wolf Combat: a cross between mixed martial arts and parkour. The fighting style tapped into their animal instincts to detect danger from affair and neutralize it. However, because this form of combat was crafted to be used by wolf Faunus, Razor had a hard time learning it. It took him 5 years to finally get to a high enough level to be considered a hunter in the pack. However, even though he was a candidate to be part of the hunting pack, he still needed to go through initiation. Razor could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he stood outside the forest with some of the hunting pack. The initiation called for the candidates to travel into the woods with the hunting pack and slay their first Grimm.

Razor traveled through the woods with the pack in search of Grimm. He knew the larger the Grimm the more probability he would be accepted into the pack. However, he also knew: the bigger the Grimm, the less likely he’d make it out alive. Dagger had given Razor the very same weapons he had used when he went through initiation. Two yoyo chainsaws called Wolf Bite Yoyos. Razor and the rest of the pack stopped when they heard a twig snap, then creaking; finally he turned when he heard a massive thud. Standing where the tree had fallen was a pack of Ursas. The hunting pack readied their weapons and howled as they rushed the Grimm. Razor followed suit and attacked the first Ursa he could find by flung his yoyos at the creature. The chainsaw blades moved to the outer radius of the yoyos and began to spin just before they connected with the flesh of the Ursa. The creature roared and swiped at the strings, but Razor pulled back the yoyos before the Ursa’s claws could strike. The chainsaw blades retracted back into the yoyo so Razor could catch them.

The monster roared and rushed at Razor, but the Ursa’s path was blocked when another of its kin fell in front of it with its head cut off. Razor looked to this left and smiled when he saw Dagger holding the dead Ursa’s head. Seeing him able to take down one of the creatures gave Razor a bit more confidence. He waited for the Ursa to get close and when it swiped at Razor he dodged and attacked the Grimm bear with a furry of kicks and punches. The Ursa suddenly back handed Razor into a tree and all Razor remembered was the hit and then darkness. When Razor came to, he found he was lying in a bed in the medical hut back at the village. His left arm was wrapped in bandages and the rest of his body had bandages here and there with his ribs fully wrapped. He sat up and felt a sharp pain rush through his ribs. He sat in bed for a few seconds to let the pain subside before he was able to stand up.

When he walked outside, he saw the hunting pack had skinned three of the Ursas and was starting on the final one. However, when they saw Razor they seemed to go on the defensive which caused Razor to step back. He didn’t understand why they were looking at him like he was a Grimm. Dagger had walked out of his hut and quickly calmed down the hunting pack before asking Razor to meet him in the medical hut. When he followed Dagger back into the hut, Dagger explained why the hunting pack was scared of Razor.

According to Dagger when the Ursa knocked Razor out, it activated his Semblance. Which caused Razor to become a wild animal and attack the Ursa, but no matter how many strikes the Ursa took. The creature wouldn’t go down. However, Dagger said that there was a sickly green aura around Razor that acted like armor and when the Ursa hit the aura. Cuts formed on Razors body, but it seemed Razor didn’t feel the pain being caused to his body. Also, it seemed with each cut, Razor grew more and more insane. Dagger could tell Razor couldn’t bring down the Grimm alone so Dagger and a few others in the hunting pack helped to take the creature down. However, when the creature was finally taken down. Razor suddenly attacked Dagger and the rest of the pack like he thought they too were Grimm.

Dagger and the rest of the pact were caught off guard by his attack and before they could subdue him, Razor had injured two of the hunting pack members. Dagger said that once the aura around Razor broke. He stopped attacking them and fell unconscious. When Dagger finished, Razor’s hands were shacking. He’d never think of attacking anyone in the village. He saw them as his family, but why would he attack them without reason? Dagger told Razor he had an inner primal rage that seemed to come out when his Semblance was activated. The problem was that Razor couldn’t control when his Semblance could be turned on or off. The thought that it might turn on while he is a sleep scared him to the bone. Dagger handed Razor a flyer for an academy that trained hunters and huntresses. Dagger told Razor that this academy would help with both his inner primal rage and the control of his Semblance.

Emblem:

Other:
Color: Chrome
Combat Style: Wolf Combat: a cross between mixed martial arts and parkour. Razor has mastered the novice portion of Wolf Combat and a few of the advanced techniques, but hasn’t fully mastered the style of combat.
Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths:
Ability to survive in the wild
Novice techniques in fighting style
Sense of smell
Cooking

Weakness:
Sense of hearing (Out of his left ear)
Keeping up his fake personality
Spiders (has a fear of them)
Hasn’t fully mastered fighting style
Semblance

Semblance:
No pain no Gain: Razor’s Semblance turns off the pain receptors in both his mind and his nerves so he can fight longer and hard without feeling pain. His Semblance allows his Aura to coat him like armor so he can take more hits and dish more out. Once the aura armor is broken, his Semblance is terminated until he is able to regain enough stamina to reuse it. However, his Semblance is a double edged sword because once activated it triggers something in his mental state that causes him to go mad and attack anything and everything around him. His Semblance taps into his animal instincts and along with his madness he becomes a feral beast and losses all his humanity.

Name: Selena Sabella

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Fox Faunus

Appearance:



Her hair is pretty matted, as if it has not been cared for in a long time. Her eyes, while shining with fake light, cast a haunted gaze across the world, for people who can look beyond what she portrays in them. The fur in her tail and ears is equally matted, and has the look of malnorishment about it, but she never takes her clothes off, so nobody can see how she looks beneath them and confirm the theory.

The only clothes she owns is the Beacon Uniform, which she wears all the time, refusing to take it off, even for showers. This, can in time, cause the uniform to look frayed, and for her to smell ripe, either putting people off, or intruging them with the why. Her height is pretty abnormal, standing around six foot six, and with the build that would be rather well toned, were she a foot smaller. But, as it stands, she looks like butter spread across to much toast.

Weapon Name:

Weapon Appearance/Function: Sarasagi is a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Type: Melee/Ranged
Weapon Derivation: Sword
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: Carried in a blood-red sheath, and the rather over-sized hilt sitting lobsided at the top.
Form 1: Does not transform

Personality: : Selena is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

History: Selena's life till this moment has been a very dark, sorid affair. Is it not something she shares with anyone, for fear of ostrisization. This sheltered attitude leads to her being crushed by the weight of her past, not branching out or letting anyone else share the load. She has a very defined reason for wanting to become a Huntress, and it is personal to her, but she will not tell anyone if they ask. Any questions about her past are either deflected, or merely ignored.

Emblem: None, Selena does not have a Emblem.

Other: Slightly obsessed with cheese.
Color: Prismatic

Combat Style: Iaijutsu style, in what she calls 'That One Strike' stance. Highly defensive until the opitunity presents itself to eliminate the target in a single blow, wither it be from sword, or her hilt-ports.

Strengths and Weaknesses: Like all Faunus, Selena has good night vision, and a natural degree of agility that assists in her fighting style. She is very lithe of movement, prefering to stay out of the way of most people until she can see the perfect opening. However, she is known to be slightly reckless at times, and has trouble with other people, which can hamper her effectiveness in team combat.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Selena the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Name: Renji Yamada

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Rather tall for his age Renji is 6ft 4in and weighs in at 189lbs. He lacks any hair as he shaves his head entirely. Quite religiously in fact, or rather literally. His up bringing taught him it would bring him closer to the gods. What his head does bear is a series of tattoos depicting religious text and teachings. It starts at his brow, works it way over his crest, behind his ears, and down the back of his head and neck. It then continues down his back and covers the rest of his body to his knees and elbows. He wears a straw farmers hat to protect his head from the sun when outside. The rest of his garb is rather simple. A white silk monk's robe over a tan traveler's tunic and matching slacks tied with a black cotton sash. The back of his robe and the ends of his sash bears his monestary's emblem in black and gold respectively. On his feet he wears wooden sandles with black satin straps.

Weapon Name: Serenity's Regret

Weapon Appearance and Functions:
Type: Transforming Weapon, Melee and Ranged, Dust Compatible
Weapon Derivation: Gunbai, Sickle with Chain, Getsugasan, Lever action Rifle
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: Serenity's Regret is housed in Rifle form inside a large ebony scroll case. The case is inlaid with a golden cherry tree in bloom. The case his slung on Renji's back with a braided leather cord. It serves no other purpose but to house Serenity's Regret and her ammo, but can be easily used as a seat for two. Serenity's Regret herself uses the same black and gold motif.
Form 1: Takes the form of a Gunbai (War Fan). The fan part is actually bladed and is very sharp. The handle is about a foot long and is easily gripped by Renji. At the end of the handle is a long chain. Innitiately three feet, but can extend to five. At the other end of the chain is a sickle. It too has a foot long handle ending in a very sharp blade.
Form 2: Takes the form of a Getsugasan (Monk Spade). The chain and handles of form 1 combine to form the staff. The blade of the Gunbai transforms into a more spade shape and the sickle splits to become the creasent blade at the other end.
Form 3: Takes the form of a Lever action Rifle. The Getsugasan folds in half the staff now becoming the barrel. The blades invert to protect Renji and to become the stock and housing.

Personality: Renji has a tendency to look for the purpose in everything. Philisophical to the core the young man always has something to say about everything. Be it an inspirational quote or a verse from his monestary's teachings. Friendly and polite to all it is hard to make enemies with Renji. That is if you aren't Grimm. Never one for conflict he is quick to stop a quarrel before it even starts, but he isn't afraid to finish it. Peace, love. and harmony are very important to Renji. He finds no purpose in violence, but when it come to the forces of evil he cannot back down. If it is his purpose to die for the good of man then he will die knowing peace. Under all his seriousness though is stil a happy go lucky man always seeing the positive. Negativity begets fear and fear begets the Grimm. He swore long ago to never let fear take him. So far he has kept to his word and he never goes back on his word.

History: Renji believes he was born in Minstrel, but he is not for sure. He was abandoned as a baby on the steps of Serenity's Edge, a monestary on the east coast of Minstrel. Quite literally on the east coast. The reason it is called Serenity's Edge is the monestary is built upon a high cliff facing the ocean and the view of the rising sun is beautiful. Found and raised by the head master Renji was given his name. Life on the monestary was peaceful for the most part. It was founded 300 years ago by a legendary, by the monestary's view, Hunter. He saw the chaos in the world and saw fit to build a sactuary of peace for people to feel safe in. For two centuries it was so until a pack of Grimm sent a whole village the monestary's way after an attack. The head master of the time began a new regiment for the worthy of the brothers and sisters to train under. It was there one hundred years later Renji learn to fight, survive, and protect. All the while serving those who pilgrimage to the monestary after an attack.

At first like any other child Renji rebeled and did not see the purpose of his training. How was farming, collecting, and cleaning training? Still the headmaster saw potential in young Renji and continued his training. Obidient to his father and headmaster Renji kept up with it, but he still did not like it. That was until the year he turned thirteen. During an initiation rite he was put up to fight against his fellow initiates. Suprisingly he came on top without an ounce of formal training. Flabbergasted Renji saw the error in his logic and apologized to his father. It was then for the next three years he grew, learned, and trained. Taking inspiration from the members of old he built and contructed his weapon to emmulate their own. Funtionality, self defense, and survival were key. Gunbai and sickle for collecting, Getsugasan for self defense, and rifle for survival. On his seventeenth birthday he was sparring with a friend and a traveling Huntress just so happened to passing through. Seeing the same potential the headmaster had seen she suggested enrolling at Beacon.

Emblem: Renji adopts his monestary's emblem. It is a Butterfly in flight. Upon it's wings are the kanji for Life and Renewal respectfully. It symbolizes the cycle of life as taught and handed down by the founder of the monestary.Such is the life of the butterfly has stages so too does man, but unlike the butterfly man is not perfect. The butterfly knows it's purpose and so leads a perfect life. Man has to learn his purpose and so leads a broken life and so must renew upon death until purpose is achieved.

Other:
Color: Olive Black
Combat Style: In the simplest of terms, defensive. Blocking, parrying, and using his foes momentum against them. With high stamina and strong endurance Renji likes to tire is opponent out before finishing them off with a flurry of pinpoint blows meant to disarm, dissarray, and disable them. When faced with a much larger opponent he likes to keep his distance and direct traffic while sharpshooting and making weak spots in the foes defense. He also uses certain dust infused ammunition to his advantage. Say an ally is trapped in ice. He'll use fire dust ammo to thaw them out. Then just like that ally he can trap the enemy with ice, or paralyze them with lightning. He has many other tricks up his sleeve like flash bang rounds and tranquilizers.
Strengths and Weaknesses: As stated many times above he has high stamina and strong endurance. He is also a natural born leader and an excellent debater. He can cook and knows safe and dangerous plants in the wild. Unfortunately he is not very fast. His reflexes are quick he just can't exactly sprint very well. He would give a marathon runner a run for his money. (Heh heh punny) He also has a fear of bees, heights, and letting his team down. Finally he is a bit tone deaf. A side effect of an accident with one of his flash bang rounds.
Semblance: Serenity- Renji sits and begins chanting mantras. During which he begins drawing the appropriate symbol onto a flat surface, usually the ground, with one of the dust infused ammo cartridges. Once done, the spell consumes the power of the ammo and uses it to channel the energy into allIes within hearing distance of the mantra. Once the power of the ammo is used up the spell then begins to dip into Renji's own energy reserves. Depending on the exhaustion and or injury of either Renji or his target he is sapped quicker. Usually he is ok to channel up to five minutes due to his high stamina and endurance. The down side to this is the target must be within listening distance. He can project his mantras quite well, but still might be hard to hear over the chaos of the battlefield. So, he usually saves it for after a fight or during a long journey in high alert situations. Better for just one teammate to be asleep than two or three.

"The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams."

Name: Yuna Bolt (The Y in team VYLT)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2014/04/08/326746/e236a9e87aca180d47f7368e79637be9.jpg The image was too large to post here.
Yuna looks like that more or less. Instead of of the leg pieces she has on in the pic she has Knee high black and white striped socks.
Yuna is 5'6'' tall and usually has a pair of small earbuds in listing to a variety of music. Most people don't notice them due to her long hair covering them. She ALWAYS has her scarf on her as she will hide behind it when she gets nervous.

Weapon Name: Midnight Shadow

Weapon Appearance/Function: Basically the scythe in the picture other then the teal being the shade of purple as shown in the "Colour" section


Type: Midnight Shadow is a Melee and a Ranged style weapon. It can transform into a curved dagger or boomerang when needed.

Weapon Derivation: It was inspired to be a scythe that did not look like a blade but more like darkness itself, It would blend in completely in the dark if it wasn't for the purple flame like effect that came off the edges of the blade.

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: When Holstered it folds in on its self so the darkness of the blade hides all the components while on Yunas left hip taking a similar appearance to that of a sheathed sword.

Form 1: When transformed the handle of the scythe can be retracted along with part of the blade to make a curved dagger.

Form 2: When the need for Yuna to attack from a distance her scythe can transform into a large boomerang with the same visual effect that her scythe has. This boomerang form is light enough to be able to attack at a rapid rate keeping inline with her speed and agility stats but also can carry Dust for more effects and versatility in a fight.

Personality: Yuna prefers to be alone in most aspects of her life. She does not trust people until she gets to know them. She is reserved when it comes to her emotions as she feels that they can reveal to much about what she is thinking and that it can be used against her. As she is the daughter of shopkeepers she has learned to be charismatic and able to use charm to help persuade peoples actions. Yuna can be distracted fairly easily by numerous things mainly dogs. Yuna doesn't take orders fairly well, she follow them as loosely as she can while still doing as she pleases as often as she can.

History: Yuna grew up a pretty normal life withing Vale reading stories of heroes and hearing about Hunters/Huntress and these grand adventures they have and decided she wanted that in her life so she started practicing. She is the fist in her family to do so as she comes from a long line of merchants who have owned various small shops in town. She used to always be bullied for her love and fantasy of wanting to become a huntress that she had to learn to not let it bother her. She would help her parents with the general goods store that they ran in Vale and got good ad convincing people to spend more money and helping her family. When Yuna was around the age of 10 she lost her father to a Grimm attack on the outskirts of town. This has fueled her passion for wanting to become a huntress even more.

Emblem:

Other:

Color:

Combat Style: Speed and Agility over hard hitting, Many quick strikes instead of one powerful

Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths - Speed, ability to react in stressful situations with a level head. Weakness - Not overally smart, easily zones out, not good at showing emotions so people always thinks she is bored or unimpressed.

Semblance: Haste & Slow - Much like Wiess from the show Yuna has 'glyphs' but are strictly for buffing allies with speed so that they can move faster in combat or slowing the enemy so their reaction time and speed are lessened. These effects are dependent on Yunas concentration levels so if she is fighting she cant force her abilities to be stronger but if she is off on the side lines she can basically channel them and make them more efficient. The more targets she uses them on decreases her concentration levels.

Name: Nikolas Animus

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Wolf Faunus

Appearance: Nik stands at 5 ft 2 and weighs a surprising 195 lbs. Nik wears an all black half army jacket over a black and grey stripped shirt. The sleeves of the jacket come down to 3in above his elbow, the jacket also is cut off at the middle showing his shirt underneath. The stripped shirt is long sleeved. Nik also wears tan cargo pants that come down to just below his knees, on his hands he wears ash grey fingerless gloves, and on his feet he wears ash grey colored combat boots.

Weapon Name: Ash Moon

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Melee, Defensive, Dust compatible
Weapon Derivation: Battle axe,
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: It's held over his shoulder. Or on his back.
Form 1: Battle axe, a 3ft tall battle axe, each blade is 10in long and 5in thick. There is a n insert in the handle that allows Nik to use dust to enhance the axe's blades. The blades will, depending on the dust used, become wreathed in part of the dust elements used. Like if he used fire dust the blades would have fire over them.
Form 2: N/A
Form 3: N/A

Personality:Loyal,obedient,nice, and just a little bit crazy. These are just a few of the words people use to describe Nik. Being a nice guy is hard to do when most people hate you for what you are but Nik manages it nicely, Nik is one of those people who would do anything for his friends, within reason of course. But he will also do anything he can to kill Grimm. Although he may act like a puppy, he carries a dark secret with him, nobody that he has ever talked to knows that he was part of the White Fang, and he wants to keep it that way. So he puts up the front of him being a lovable puppy when in all reality he is a dangerous lone wolf. When by himself Nik becomes brooding and calculating, when not fighting, he goes from happy go lucky to dark and dangerous.

History: At the age of 7 Nik's family was killed by Grimm, which forced him to live on his own for 3 years. Found by members of The White Fang,(this was before thy went all terror-isty), Nik was raised as in the group as a member would wanted to do good for the Faunus community, that was until they went evil and started attacking people, thats when Nik got out. But it wasn't easy he quite literally had to fight his way out using his family's axe he fought and ran from the White Fang, he was chased to a river where on one side the where the White Fang who where chasing him and on the other a small pack of Grimm caught between a rock and a hard place Nik jumped into the river getting dragged down it's course he was nearly drowned, he vowed never again to go near water. At the age of 13 Nik found himself once again alone in the world, but this time he knew one thing more than he did last time, this time he knew how to fight, and it saved him more than once. He had to fight with Grimm for a while, when he tried to live in the woods, but moving to the city wasn't any better, thugs, racist, and White Fang members made it hard for him to make an honest life style having to move nearly every week. Nik had decided it was time to get back at the Grimm for killing his family, and at the White Fang for betraying his trust, so he decided to become a hunter and to do that he needed to join the closest school that trained Hunters, and that was Beacon. Though it took him a while he was eventually was able to join. The only thing he has left from his family is the battle axe he carries around, although he has made a few adjustments giving it dust capability.

Emblem:

Other:
Color: Ash Gray

Combat style: Nik's combat style is based off of a mixture of a Samurai's and a Viking's fighting style. He use a cross between precision strikes and wild swings, combining grace and ferocity. Combing the two styles of fighting was difficult but he managed he even named it The Ash Wolf style. Using the axe in a fluid of motions, when fighting the axe looks as if it where alive in Nik's hands. Many who witness it are amazed that he can maneuver his axe in such ways giving him a needed edge in combat, because if he misses he is left open to attack, his is amazing to behold true but in practice it takes a while and and great strength to work. When separated from his team Nik becomes even more dangerous, not having to fear his team accidentally getting in his way, letting him become a berserker of doom,but as said before his reckless strikes leave him open to attack.

Strengths: Nik is great at following orders and taking hits. He works best when with his team but is a capable one on one fighter. Being nearly fearless make him great at what he does and that is fighting, but it can make him a bit headstrong. Going in recklessly is something Nik does very well,and it suits his fighting style almost perfectly, but his being reckless leads him into more trouble than most would like.

Weakness: He is really weak when his semblance is active if attacks are focused upon him while it is active the team will lose a really heavy hitter. Fears water, for obvious reasons. And despite what most people think,he actually hates being out in the moonlight.

Semblance: Feral Fury: Activated only when his aura is low,(about half to a third), Nik's combat abilities increase ten fold,(and his eyes glow red),making him move faster hit harder, see more, hear more, and smell more. While his Semblance is active though he loses the ability to take a hit making him a glass cannon. When he activates his semblance means Nik and his team are about to either turn a fight in their favor or finish the fight faster, every time Nik has activated his semblance he has never lost a fight.

Name: Dawn Agresta

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: When not wearing the school uniform, Dawn tends towards more casual clothes, such as jeans and plain t shirts, with the addition of a jacket if she feels in the mood. She stands about 5'8" or so, and weighs about 154 lbs. She wears her hair in a distinctive style, covering one eye, yet it doesn't really inhibit her vision at all. She tends to carry a small notepad with her, to record ideas when they pop up.

Weapon Name: Swift Iron

Weapon Appearance/Function:


Type: Melee/Ranged, Defensive, uses Dust ammunition.

Weapon Derivation: Tonfa, Machine Pistols

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: It looks like two holstered, long barreled pistols.

Form 1: It only has one form, and does not transform. To switch between the various aspects of the weapon, the tonfa are merely flipped, so the barrel points towards the enemy, and the trigger can be better gripped. Oh, and as opposed to the picture above, it's black and brown, like a regular weapon.

Personality: Dawn is relatively laissez faire, not interfering in people's lives unless she feels like she needs to. While she can be laid back, she can also be serious when the situation calls for it. Some might see her as brooding or aloof, but that is more just because she is a contemplative person overall, one who considers her options before acting. When fighting, she moves to resolve a conflict as rapidly as possible, and in conversation she tries to keep an amicable mood, while standing for her principles as well.

History: Born in Mistral, Dawn never really considered herself the kind of person to become a Huntress. Growing up, she had been entranced by those sorts of stories, but had always figured that she would become a writer, someone to chronicle the big events, rather than be involved in them herself. That would be the province of her older brother, who she considered to be much more athletic and inclined to that sort of thing than her.

But she was mistaken. It wasn't that anything tragic happened to him, no. She found herself being swayed by the rise in violence, and the desire that she had to do something to help out, to put a stop to it. Radicalism couldn't be allowed to rule the day. Her parents supported her, giving her training in martial arts for self defense, just in case. She quickly found that she had a knack for it, and even competed in a tournament or two, though she didn't win anything.

It was at one of those tournaments that she was scouted by a recruiting agent from Beacon, trying to get her to enter. It took some thought, but eventually she agreed. Not only would she get to help people, but she would also get access to a top notch education at the same time. Even if she didn't continue on as a Huntress, that would be worth a lot. So with the well wishes of her older brother and her parents, she headed off, to begin her education.

Emblem:


Other: Likes to play card games.

Color: Crimson

Combat Style: When fighting at range, Dawn is offensive focused, keeping enemies suppressed so that her teammates can close in and get to dealing damage, as well as dealing with more armored targets.

At close range she follows a more defensive style, akin to Okinawan Martial Arts. She uses it for protection along the arm and blocking, then for swift strikes and thrusts, relying on speed and reflexes to aid in that defense, aiming to wear down her opponent before going for the kill.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
-Very flexible between ranged and melee capabilities.
-Defensive style is effective at conserving Aura, making her a more effective long term fighter.
-Speed and agility are unhindered.

Weaknesses
-No effective counter for heavy ranged or melee weapons.
-Sufficient armor can bypass her offensive capabilities.
-Not as geared towards combating Grimm as it is people.

Semblance: Word crafting - Dawn's semblance is a bit unusual. By writing down something and then channeling her Aura into it, she can create a 'Shade' a copy of whatever it was that she wrote down. The more Aura she puts into it, the more solid and tangible it will be. This can also be used for effects, if she attaches the paper to the object she wants affected, and like above the more energy she puts in, the more drastic the effect is.

"I want to leave this world knowing i did the right thing. The way i do that doesn't bother me in the slightest. even if those methods are.... unorthadox."

Name: Liam Reddo Yūgure (Red Dusk)

Age:17 (1st year)

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus, He's an Owl faunus

Appearance: (Additional appearance information. Height, weight, outfit, etc.)
He has a large, red sunset tattoed across his back. 6 ft. 7 inches, weighes aprox. 84 kg. Has three long scars across his chest down to his hip diagonally from his left shoulder. His right eye is yellow whereas his left eye is red. When he's walking around the school its just shirt, tie, jacket and black pants. When on the field he dons a simple iron right-shoulder piece, an iron chestplate, and an iron plated shinguard all on top of what he usually wears.

Weapon Name: Pis'mo Krovi (Blood Letter)

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Melee,Ranged
Weapon Derivation: Broadsword, Chaingun
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: It stays magnatised to Liams back.
Form 1: It doesn't transform just has two modes. 1st mode is a chaingun, the ammo type depends on what sort of dust Liam adds to the chamber.
Form 2: He can also use the massive sword like a normal sword, swinging it with ease.
Form 3: (optional)

Personality:
Liam only interacts with those he considers friends or people who are of significant nature to him. With a long history of finding that those he trust betray him eventually he has a hard time making friends, he only trusts those who best him in combat wich many have tried to and failed miserably. in his free time he usually trains, cleans his weapon or is studying. He is of average intelligence and passes his classes with average marks. But in the field he stratagises thinking only of keeping his entire team safe and the enemy eliminated.

History:
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" The last words Liam heard from his father before he walked away from the life his father forced him into. From a young age Liam was raised as the son of a wealthy human man, who owned a large arms and demolitions company. His father pompered Liam into the luxurious life, but this was only in public, at home his father never cared about Liam, never recieving any approval or even having a single thought of his listened to, this was due to his mother being a faunus. Liam was born to a working owl faunus who worked in one of the factories of his fathers company.
But as Liam grew up reading and watching the stories of famous Hunters and Huntresses wishing that he could follow their footsteps. He wanted to help those less fortunate than himself, but as he grew older he learned that coorporations like his father were inflicting pain and suffering onto the less fortunate, that Liam longed to protect. This caused Liams world to be torn down. After months of almost complete isolation Liam had started to piece his world back together, he trained, studied and even used his fathers resources to design his weapon. He figured that if something had to be done then do it. Even if it made him out to be the bad guy.
His father never approved of him becoming a Hunter, as he wanted his heir to run his company, but the day Liam left proved him wrong. Liam came into his fathers study and confronted him.
"My mother is dead isn't she?" Liam asked, coldly, his eyes peirced his fathers.
"Yes." His father replied, equally coldly, looking at Liams pack he asked his own question.
"Going somewhere i presume?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm off to become a Hunter." Liam replied not taking his eyes off his father. His father only laughed in reply, he simply sat back down and sipped his drink.
"Sip your drink, I don't care." He said walking away, "Oh, by the way, I'm going to burn your company to the ground." The glass in his fathers hand smashes.
"You think you have to power to destroy this company BOY?"
Liam grinned for the first time in years.
"Watch. Me."
His fathered stood and shouted across the room.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" As Liam walked away to start his new life.

Emblem:


Other:
Color: dusk red
Combat Style: Liam uses his Chaingun to lay down supportive fire while his team fights in front of him. If enemies get to close he can utilise the sword part of his weapon to fight off enemies. Although he is primarily support based, Liam can, if neccessary, hold his own ground by himself.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Due to his owl heritage, Liam has a heightend sense of sound and sight
+ Liam's strength surpasses that of any normal person
-Liam is not fast, due to his weapon being really heavy, he usually relies on utilising one position to provide support.
-Liam weapon range can cover a short to medium area but has a massive spread the further the target.
Semblance: Liams semblance allows him to cover a 10ft radius with a dome like shield that nothing breaks through. Although he needs to concentrate on keeping the shield up, it also drains his stamina quickly only allowing him to use his semblance for a short period of time.