"See you later, alligator." Argent
Age: 17
Color: Silver
Race: Faunus
WeaponStill Waters
Weapon Derivation: Anchor, Harpoon Gun, Spear
A large, heavy-looking weapon about the size of Argent herself, colored with the same grays as her clothing ensemble. It's primary form is that of a stockless anchor. As opposed to standard seafaring implement, the outer edges of the anchor's arms are bladed, and the flukes of the anchor are bladed, bilateralled barbed, and oriented parallel to the arms like arrows rather than perpendicular like spades. These features allow it to serve as a weapon similar to a battleaxe and horseman's pick, respectively. When it changes form into a spear, the arms fold into the anchor and the shank telescopically extends. While the bladed outer edges are still available, allowing for swinging attacks, the key feature of this form is the crown that tapers into an arrow-like point. Its third and final form is a harpoon gun. Transformation into this form is similar to the spear transition, except without the extended shank. The trigger to the gun is located in the head of the anchor, and the balancing band acts as its barrel. When fired, the harpoon is followed by a metal wire rather than a chain. After hitting and penetrating a target, the anchor arms can open and close, and the wire can be retracted at will. When not in use, it telescopes into a slightly smaller version of itself that is carried on Argent's back.
SemblanceEqualize
A passive semblance that grants increasing quality and quantity of aura based on the amount of danger the user is in. In other words: the more enemies Argent is fighting and the more powerful they are, the harder she fights and the tougher she gets. Comparatively speaking, if aura was quantifiable, Argent would always have enough to carry on a fight. As a result of this semblance and her own mongrel fighting style, this makes her a rather strange case of an anti-army individual.
Personality: Argent is essentially what most humans of Remnant believe the stereotypical faunus to be. In other words, an uncultured savage. She possesses little in the way of tact or formal ettiquette and often just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. When combined with that foul sailor mouth of hers and her distinct lack of book smarts, simply listening to her speak for an extended period of time can cause pause in even the least racist of people. Further reinforcing her uncivilized image, she greatly enjoys the thrill of battle, and finds most of her satisfaction from conquering foes. She also enjoys puns and other sorts of wordplay that would make most people want to claw their ears out despite being largely unable to spell all but the simplest of words and possessing the reading comprehension on par with a particularly dumb middle schooler. Argent's also a bit of a movie buff, so in that respect she should really be considered more of a surprisingly cultured savage.
...Still a fucking savage though.
As unrefined as she is, it seems fitting that she carries a 'survival of the fittest' mentality (which ironically was taught to her by a human): the world doesn't care who you are, and if you're capable of reaching happiness on your own merits, good on you; if you're not, quit bitching and make yourself able to. Hence why she doesn't see the White Fang as being a cause worthy of taking seriously, or faunus racism that much of a social issue. That said, she doesn't dislike or subjugate the weak because wasting energy on hatred and management would be too much effort to be worth it and, despite what her Darwinian mindset and blood knight tendencies may suggest, Argent actually maintains a constant deadpan expression - or at least it's probably deadpan; you can never tell with that veil of hers.
At any rate, Argent is actually very cool-headed in spite of what her warmonger behavior might lead one to believe about her personality. In fact, brute force is rarely her default reaction; she'd much prefer a nice talk to settle things. It's just that her eloquence isn't often sufficient to get people to stop fronting with her, which means she has to break their legs. She's mostly content to ignore things she believes not to be worth her time or effort and doesn't really care much for actively getting along - or not getting along - with others, though. A very live-and-let-live kind of person no doubt. No, that's wrong; it's more accurate to say that's she's apathetic. She's not even entirely there when it comes to actively working as a team, but she's good at listening and willing to follow directions as long as they're simple and audacious enough. It wouldn't be wrong to liken her to an attack dog that kills whatever you point at.
Backstory: Argent is a native of Mistral. She was born during the summer, in a small, primarily human village in the western swamps of the kingdom. Though Mistral's villages maintain a much-deserved reputation as hives of scum and villainy, the time Argent spent there was fairly benign. Granted, her time spent there was very brief; she only lived there during her infancy. Her relationship with her birth parents is non-existent. She doesn't know who they are or recall what kind of people they were, but she assumes they're the shitty kind that isn't worth her time to track down. After all, no decent
human faunus beings sell their child off to some hoity-toity rich-tits off in inland Mistral as an indentured servant in all but name.
Living under the boot of humanity was undoubtedly a terrible life experience for a child. Both inside and outside her workplace - because she will never consider that place a home - she was discriminated against by the largely human population of the town. Perhaps in the past, she might have joined the White Fang to fight for faunus rights had she had the opportunity, but now she no longer bears ill-will about her treatment, seeing it only as "the natural thing to do". Nevertheless, in her youthful naivete, she ran away from the town in hopes of finding a different, better life elsewhere. After drifting from town to town, learning the harsh reality of the world, she found herself at the end of the line: a village on the southernmost end of the Mistral mainland.
Argent's life turned around when she was found by a human lady who advised her that laying down in the street was not a good thing to do, and decided to treat her to a free meal. During the discussion about their lifestyle choices, the woman explained was captain of a fishing vessel and was looking for new blood to replace members of her crew. With nothing left available for her, Argent joined up and took to the high seas rather than attend school. While she never attended formal combat school, she gained experience fighting aquatic Grimm and brawling with people who wanted to front with her. Eventually the captain and crew realized she ought to learn how to function in normal society and widen her horizons, so they told her to stay on land for a while and find her own path.
After hearing the word 'hunter' and coming to all the right conclusions, Argent applied to Beacon.
Other:- A crocodile faunus with heritage evidenced by a row of very sharp teeth.
- Wears the veil to avoid unsettling people.
- Hates pirate movies.
- Officially the shortest member of Team CAKE.
- Also the poorest member.
