Name: Chamoisee Lacaune
Nicknames: Chami
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Faunus. Sheep.
Face: Very thin and somewhat effeminate with a pointed chin. There is a small beauty mark beneath his left eye, though that’s a somewhat minor feature compared to the long droopy cream colored ears framing his face or the tiny horns poking out from his forehead. ‘Suffers’ from a bad case of resting bitch face.
Hair: Tightly curled cream colored hair. Tends to keep it short due to its tendency to fro out.
Eyes: Green
Skin: Olive skinned.

Frame: Chami is a rather coltish young man. Tall and thin, though not having quite grown in the muscles needed to balance out his lankiness.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 145 lb (65.8 kg)

Personality: Chami is a soft spoken person who is a bit…sheepish, if you would. He finds it a monumental task to converse with people and not resort to two to three word responses. This, combined with his aforementioned chronic resting bitch face syndrome, can sometimes lead people to initially think of him as hostile or agitated. He tries to assure people with the occasional joke or quip to ease tension, to varying degrees of success.
Honesty and pragmatism are also things he values highly. He is blunt and forward with his feelings and opinions with those he considers friends (for better or for worse) and its frankly comical at how awful of a liar he is. When it comes to problems, he often prefers the most immediate and direct solution, as over analyzing the issue leaves him anxious and impatient.

Weapon: A pair of dull gold colored gauntlets covering the arms and shoulders (with conductive ram heads on the knuckles) and a pair of matching boots reaching up to just above the knee.
Weapon Name: Jetstream Aries
Weapon Functions: Using micro dust thrusters housed in the ankles, elbows and shoulders, Chami uses his weapons to charge down his opponents and deliver more kinetic punch to his….well punches and take full advantage of his semblance (see below). However, it has zero ranged capability, Chami having sacrificed that option to reinforce the weapons internal systems so it could handle the massive stresses of routine sudden acceleration, shock, high temperatures, and deceleration. While it was built to synergize with his semblance (see below), physical limitations still exist, as excess heat from using his semblance requires time to dissipate (30 seconds to a minute an a half depends on how often its been used recently) or risk catastrophic damage to the weapon.

Armor/ Clothing: Outside of school uniforms, Chami perfers to stick with good old fashioned plain T-shirts and blue jeans. Hard to beat the classics after all. While hunting, however, he opts for simple black jeans and a sturdy gray thermal sweater (Jetstream Aries is ostentatious enough on its own.)
Semblance Name: Android Dream
Semblance: Chami can convert the immediate force acting on his body into electrical energy. That’s right. He is the electric sheep, albeit conditionally. Firstly, the forces acting on him must be significant (he doesn’t generate electricity from gravity or someone gently tapping his shoulder for example). Secondly, this electrical energy cannot be stored, it is either discharged or it will hurt him and the range is barely beyond his skin. While in theory it could be used in a defensive manner, in practice it is simply not practical. As stated, it is the /immediate/ force acting on his body, meaning he’d have to active it every time he is struck(and at the exact moment he was struck), and even then he’d still be stuck with a charge he could not get rid of and be hurt anyway. As a result, he uses his semblance exclusively for offense and built his weapon to synergize with this as much as possible.

Strengths:
-Mid to close range combat: His weapons high mobility and damage make him a very scary front line fighter to deal with.
-Apply directly: Understands the value of the direct approach and brute force and how to effectively apply it.
-Is a sheep: dude. Look at him. He’s fluffy and adorable. How could you not want this guy around? Are you sick or something?
Weaknesses:
-Border line Baaautistic: He’s not much of a talker. He’s certainly friendly; just don’t expect him to bust out any award winning oratory anytime this millennia.
-Extremely close quarters: His weapon essentially fires him around at high velocity, which is very hard to do in a small hallway without putting yourself into a wall.
-Physics: limitations on materials and the laws of reality still apply. His weapon gets hot and risks major damage if he tries to pump his semblance through it too often. His thrusters are also not magic, if he’s flying head first into a wall, he’s not going to stop on a dime.
-No Range, no life: He can close the distance quickly, but that’s about all he can do with someone engaging in a long range battle.

Bio: Chamoisee Lacaune is the son of Briggs ‘Thunder Knuckle’ Lacaune. A man know for three things. Firstly, the intrepid and fearless nature that he showed during the first decade of settlement in Vault. Having brought his timid son through the vast majority of it. And lastly for having the most inappropriate nickname among the hunters, as he does not have a fist based weapon, nor does he make use of thunder dust.
Both Lacaune’s were from Vale origonally, Briggs (a single father) made a modest living as a hunter, though struggled to gain significant success. When the Vault territory opened up, Briggs picked up his son and launched himself at taming the territory with a fervor (or a lack of caution some claim) not seen in many other hunters at the time and managed to secure a sizable chunk of territory (and no minor celebrity for himself).
But with success comes sacrifice, as neither father nor son saw much of each other during this long ten year stretch. Their relationship cooled significantly, and while it never froze over completely, Chami feels that his choice to enroll at Lustre was more a matter of making his dad notice him at all, rather than making him proud.

-Gadgets (if any):Has hard light hairband with 2 triangular metal frames that creates a pair of slightly translucent Neon Green cat ears, as well as a dull grey belt with a long knee length side extending from behind her, creating a highly flexible slightly translucent Neon Green tail. She can change the form of these by selecting a default setting that she's programmed, or a completely new one after a few days of writing new code for the form, though nothing too far from the base frames. They have been programmed to respond to her brainwaves and will move and react in line with her own subconscious.

These serve to basically replace her hearing and offset her disability. Tail is used to help correct her balance as a lack of an inner ear has made her equilibrium sketchy at best. They started out rather utilitarian in the beginning, made by her father, but as she grew older she began tinkering with them, stylizing and upgrading them. While they allow for a higher hearing sensitivity and increased sense of balance than normal, she is effectively crippled without them, not having needed to survive without them for years.They are currently on Mark VIII

Name: Sable Alhambra
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Face: An odd mixture of angular and stern, yet softly tapering and child like
Hair: Black, jaw length bob cut
Eyes: Amethyst
Skin: Pale White

Frame: Athletic
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 112 lb.

Personality: Sable is, frankly, a nasty human being. She is abrasive, mean spirited and outright malicious towards those around her, especially towards those who would refuse to bend to her notions and whims. She is a bully, who relishes in boosting herself up by bringing others down with toxic personal attacks, finding the false sense of superiority it brings utterly intoxicating. Often, such attacks fall upon humanity's counterpart in this world, whom she holds no actual distaste for on a personal distaste for but finds to be easy targets who rarely offer up as much resistance as her kin. Her foul nature is only further worsened by a volatile temper which she rarely bothers reigning in, far preferring to make others suffer than to inconvenience herself by restraining such urges. She is a woman obsessed with perfection, who craves the top spot in all she does with all her being. Denying her such or exercising superiority over her in any meaningful way is a sure fire way to crawl under her skin and much like any good sore loser, she rarely forgets or forgives such a grudge.

Weapon: Dust absorbing tattoos connected to a pair of bracelet 'injectors' with revolving dust capsules.
Weapon Name: Xanatos Gambit
Weapon Functions: Consisting of a series of black, archaic looking tattoos which spread along the whole of Sable's body with the exception of her face, Xanatos Gambit is a fairly unique 'weapon' which harkens back to a time when dust usage was more 'natural'. These tattoos, infused with a dust reactive ink, allow Sable to use her body as a conduit for unleashing nature's wrath. Two pairs of smooth, silver bracelets function as its only mechanical component. Within each non-descriptive looking accessory lay several vials of dust attached to a revolving mechanism.

At will, Sable is capable of shifting through her prepared dust and selecting a vial. Upon doing so, it will 'hook' into a needle like device which jabs downwards into the girl's wrists. From there, dust is flowed down into her tattoos where, in tandem with her aura, she is capable of manipulating it to form powerful 'spell' like abilities. Alternatively, she can use this dust to augment her physical abilities and add elemental effects to her hand-to-hand assaults.

Each bracelet is capable of holding four vials of dust at a time. While she is capable of changing its load out at will, Sable is most used to a specific set of dust; fire, wind, ice, lightning. As such, her default load out is almost always of these four and she is most skilled in their usage. As each type of dust varies in its applied effects, what abilities Sable can call upon at any given time differs. When channeling a specific kind of dust, her tattoos glow softly with its particular color.

Fire; When using fire dust to augment her physical attributes, Sable is capable of increasing her strength and cloaking parts of her body in a roaring inferno, inflicting burns on those she strikes and igniting suitable substances. In the department of 'spells' she possesses the ability to launch balls of fire towards her opponents, quick bursts of flame and with some difficulty and a deal of drain, sustained streams.

Wind; When using wind dust to augment her physical attributes, Sable increases her speed by unleashing quick bursts of air to propel herself towards or away from opponents and increasing the impact of her strikes by causing said bursts to radiate from points of contact. In the department of 'spells' she possesses the ability to launch blasts of concussive wind, minor whirlwind to uproot foes and sustained gales.

Earth; When using earth dust to augment her physical attributes, Sable can increase her physical durability by 'hardening' her body parts in layers of stone like dust, thereby protecting her from certain forms of damage and greatly reducing damage taken. This hardening also increases how much damage she inflicts on hit. Her 'spells' while using this kind of dust shifting or otherwise altering the terrain below an opponent, launching jagged projectiles of rock and levitating or manipulating chunks of earth in offensive or defensive maneuvers.

Lightning; When using lightning dust to augment her physical attributes, Sable increases her ability to perceive and react to incoming threats by stimulating her nervous system, as well as flowing electricity into her foes when striking. Her 'spells' while calling upon this element involve launching quick, compact bolts of lightning, sending flows of electricity through suitable substances and firing off sustained streams.

Armor/ Clothing: Sable opts for loose fitting and comfortable clothing over anything which may restrict her movement, typically favoring tank tops and baggy trousers which lack any true fashion. Her clothing, much like her soul, is almost universally black or dark in shade. She refuses to wear shoes, even outdoors.

Semblance Name: Aural Construct
Semblance: An odd semblance for a woman who wishes to tear so much down, Sable's ability allows her to manifest her aura outside of her body in the form of constructs. These constructs can be nearly anything she can imagine, from a pair of scissors, to a suit of armor, to a massive arm and beyond. Possessing the ability to freely manipulate her constructs as she sees fit, these incredibly durable objects can fill many gaps in the bruiser's skill pool. It, of course, has its drawbacks however. As her aura is finite, so too is the number of constructs she can make at any given time and the size of said constructs. The more complex a construct is, the more focus it requires to create and control. It also goes without saying that manipulating a multitude of objects also leaves one hard pressed to do much else.

Strengths:
Bulldozer; Sable possesses great physical strength which is only further augmented by her semblance and dust usage. Her high offensive capabilities and blitz tactics can quickly overwhelm foes.
Multi-Talented; Using a hybrid style comes with advantages, as Sable of fighting competently up close and from afar, using enhanced melee and spells to engage in both spheres of battle, as well as enjoy utility from the latter.
Analytical; Sable is a perceptive woman, whose venomous nature causes her to instinctively look for weakness in others. This is particularly useful in combat, where she can quickly inspect and deduce counteractive measures, or shore up any weaknesses in an allies' form of combat.
Weaknesses:
Bright Lights Burn Quick; Sable's fighting style is one which taxes her aura reserves a great deal, making unsuited for drawn out conflicts and prone to 'burning out' if she is not careful.
No Weapon; Using her body as a weapon comes with obvious disadvantages, especially when running low on dust or aura and having no back up to defend herself with.
Temperamental; Sable's volatile nature is easily exploited by clever opponents, leading to lapses in judgement and fumbles in more difficult to pull off maneuvers and spells.

Bio: Sable's life began among the wilds of the world, born outside the safety of the kingdoms to a mother of Huntress origin and a father whom she would never know. Her mother, a mercurial woman with a certain flair for cruelty much preferred life outside of civilization, a place where her prowess as a combatant was more important than political pomp or ability to deal with those she deemed unworthy of her time. A place where only power truly mattered and kept at bay the Grimm which swarmed the world's many wildernesses. In her eyes, the perfect place to rear a child.

It was this decision, along with her mother's innate attitude, which would forge young Sable from the innocence which all children were born to the ball of hate she would become as an adolescent. Many a day she spent clinging to her only parent's cloak as they trudged through wastelands, forests and caverns and many a night did she spend, fearing for herself as beowulves, deathstalkers and all form of other foul monster roamed the twilight hours. But, for all her critical words and poor decision making, Sable's mother kept her safe, fed and educated. She was taught to survive, adapt and thrive in harsh circumstances. Taught to follow in the foot steps of the only person in her sad world.

As such, upon reaching the required age, Sable was shipped from the wilds with little input of her own towards the kingdoms her kin had despised so for an education in the arts of hunting. She was unprepared, for all intents and purposes a socially inept apprentice with a foul attitude and a grudge with those around her. But, she survived, she adapted and she made it through her initial training at Signal Academy. It was then an option was given to her; which secondary academy to attend. While some scrambled for prestigious Beacon of made haste for a military school in Atlas, she chose a smaller, more isolated school. A fledgling school, which few attended and fewer had made any names in. A place she could thrive.

She picked Lustre.