Name: Meral Dandee
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Her Mother was Faunus and her Father was a human, but so far Meral hasn't displayed any Faunus features.
Nationality: Meral was born outside of the major civilizations, but her family has since been relocated to Vacuo.

Additional Appearance:

Meral has a pretty unassuming and child-like appearance. She is rather short, standing at a proud 5'3, and has a small frame to match. But just by looking at her you can tell she's a friendly person. She is never seen without a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.

In combat Meral wears no body armor, which is strange for a Huntress who likes to charge into combat. The only protective measure Meral wears is a miners helmet, with a functional light. The helmet, however, has also been upgraded for a modern age of fighting and is incredibly durable and shock resistant. Meral can be seen blocking enemy attacks with her head because of this.

Meral's attire and weapon are a sort of nod to where she came from, and what she endured. She likes to take pride in her humble roots, as a sort of mockery to any who thought she would not get to where she is now.

Personality: Extroverted is an easy way to describe Meral. She is permanently friendly and outgoing. She forgives others easily and doesn't take threats or insults very seriously, Meral considers everyone she meets, and even people she hasn't met, her friend. Her charisma and confidence has not been limited by the difficult life situation she found herself in. Meral is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does and tries her hardest to keep her friends positive too.

She is rather impulsive, jumping to conclusions or being the first one to run down a dangerous path. This is likely due to her high energy, which seems to be unending. Her rather fun-loving nature makes her pleasant to be around. She will be the first one to suggest the team takes the day off to go out to eat or enjoy the beach. Meral can be a bit lazy, as shown by her desire to have fun instead of train, but it's never gotten past just wanting to sleep in in the morning. She is extremely loyal to whoever leads her, often carrying out tasks without second thought.

And yet sometimes the goofy and happy exterior is just that, an exterior. Hiding her insecurities. Meral struggles to make her issues known to others, due to most people just thinking of her as the happy-go-lucky kid. Meral worries that if she tells people how she really feels that they will treat her different, or start to question her when she really feels happy. She also finds it difficult to voice her opinions, especially when they go against the opinions of higher ups or authority figures. And since she finds herself unable to go against a direct order, she is often roped into plans or ideas that she doesn't agree with.

Despite this, Meral is still a nice person to be around and an even better person to be friends with. She is always there to lend a hand or provide a shoulder to cry on. While she comes off as 'slow' she is actually quite insightful, understanding people more then she lets on.

Aspiration: Meral wants to end injustice in the world. She understands how vital Dust is, but she doesn't want others to suffer for it. Being a Huntress means that she would be able to travel the world and see many people who need help.

She also wants her father to be able to retire and never have to touch a speck of dust ever again.

Fears:

• Confinement or Tight Spaces
• Loud crashing noises (i.e. Tunnel walls collapsing)
• Being the center of attention
• Aggressive authority figures

Ethics: Meral believes in freedom for all, Faunus or Human. And that the only way to keep the world from falling to despair is to stay kind to each other. Faunus should have fair workers rights, and those in difficult life situations should be given help.

Meral's standpoint on fairness and kindness, however, does not extend to those already at the top. Meral hates the Schnee Dust company, and other powerful companies like it, that take advantage of the poor and those with no other options. She would gladly see the Schnee Dust Company fall into disrepair and all their rich associates live in squalor. A taste of their own medicine.

History: Meral is an only child, born to Canary and Liam Dandee. The three of them were miners of the Schnee Dust Company, working underground to harvest Dust. Schnee Dust Company was always known for its shady workers rights, unfairly employing everyone from Faunus to Children. As long as Meral could remember she worked the mines, crawling in the tunnels too small for the adults. And all in the name of Dust.

Meral's mother and father loved each other very much. Meral's mother had the uncanny ability to detect where cave-ins were about to happen, thus keeping the miners safe. Meral's father affectionally referred to her as his "Canary in a Mine Shaft" Most of the cave ins and dangers were due to the unsafe conditions of the mines, and even when mentioned to the Schnee Dust Company higher ups, their pleas for safer measures were ignored.

When Meral was ten her mother detected a cave in, fast approaching. And while she was able to alert and save many of the miners she lost her own life. Once she had ensured the safety of her family she returned to the mine to tell more people. Moments later the tunnel collapsed.

The remaining members of the miners boycotted Schnee, refusing to mine until compensation was received for the families of those who lost loved ones, and better safety measures were implemented. Meral and her father were at the front of the protests. Under the threat of violence the miners were forced to leave the company, and more desperate Faunus took their places.

And so Meral and her father were forced to relocate. Meral and her father walked for days, with nothing but what they could carry on their backs, to the nearest nation. Vacou. Meral and her father had to completely rebuild their lives from scratch, and this time they had to do it without Meral's mother.

The two found home in a very poor neighborhood in Vacou. It was full of Faunus and people with nothing. Meral's father got a job at a local Dust Shop, rather begrudgingly. They valued his knowledge and experience with Dust, but Meral's father despised the stuff.

But the move to Vacou left Meral confused about what to do next. Her entire life had been mining Dust, and that was what she thought the rest of her life would be too. She never thought about hobbies or dreams of her own.

But one day she met a Huntress.

They were a team of hunters and huntresses from Beacon, on some sort of assigned mission. The mission wasn't anything too dangerous or vital, just helping with some repairs around the small Vacuo neighborhood.

The hunters and huntresses has just finished refurbishing a park for the children to play in, when they were stopped by a group of excited children, Meral included. The adults were happy to answer questions for the kids, even showing off their weapons and stories of battles big and small.

Meral wanted to know what the best part was. Was it the beating up monsters? Was it the fame and fortune? The answer Meral got surprised her. It wasn't the fame or fortune or the fighting. It was getting to see kids just like her getting to have safe and happy lives. Knowing that they were making a positive difference in the world. Meral was amazed by these powerful people coming to help, no matter how small the job was they just wanted to help others.

She made up her mind then and there that she wanted to become a huntress. She was enrolled in a local Hunting School and eventually, through her intense motivation and determination, was moved to Beacon Academy.

Semblance: Meral seems to have inherited her mothers uncanny ability to sense danger. Meral affectionately refers to it as Precognition. Meral occasionally is altered to incoming danger by her semblance. This danger could be as simple as stubbing her toe or an incoming enemy ambush. She has little control over these foretellings, unless she really concentrates on the world around her.

Combat Style: Meral's combat style is all about running in, hitting once where is hurts, and then rushing out. Her weapon is very heavy and slow, it requires her to lean back with it to really charge up the hit. So the further back she swings it the stronger the attack will be. But the long wait time leaves Meral exposed to danger.

Her weapon can also function as a rifle, but her aim is nothing to write home about. She only resorts to distance fighting if there is a swarm incoming or a very large target that she doesn't have to worry about really aiming for.

Weapon: Upon Meral's sudden desire to go to Hunting School Meral and her father began to build her weapon. An energy propelled Pickaxe. Primarily melee based, Meral loves bashing enemies with it, the handle of the Pickaxe also holds a simple rifle.

Non-Combat skills: Some would consider her contagious optimism a skill. She has the ability to brighten even the darkest days with reassuring words or even a smile.

Meral also has a fantastic eye for detail. She remembers patterns and can discern when something seems "off" about a wall. This can be as life saving as discovering a hidden crawl space or as mundane as being able to see the bathroom graffiti a poor janitor tired to paint over.

Deficiencies: Can not lead to save her life. She has grown comfortable in always taking and carrying out orders, to be put in a position of power gives Meral extreme anxiety. Even if the situation is dire and she is the only one who could lead Meral would lock up and panic.

Miscellaneous: Meral's childhood of mining has left her physically ill. Years of breathing in fumes and dust has left her with a weaker lung capacity and a wheeze. She was worried that they would prevent her from becoming a Huntress, but she's been able to work around them.

Name: Blaine Waykin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Vale
Appearance:
Blaine is a pretty tall dude standing around 6'4, towering over most people he meets but still looks up to some people. "Tall, Dark and Handsome" is a really good phrase to use for him, would be fairly intimidating to stare up at if it wasn't for the fact he was almost always wearing a huge ass goofy smile. He is of very dark skin and can often times be a little hard to see in conditions of low light if not for the bright yellow trim to most of his clothing as a homeage to the name his parents gave him.

Blaine was given his name after being born with striking yellow eyes like a cat's, often mistaked for a sign of being a Faunus, but he is in fact human. The trait of yellow eyes gives him an extra sense of unsettlingness. Genetically nobody is really sure where they came from, but it is suggested it has something to do with his rather strong soul shown through a rather strong and versatile semblance. Others see that as silly, considering Blaine breaks down rather easily when the buttons are pressed right.

Other than that he has fairly pleasant, round features making him seem somewhat boyish when his face isn't contorted to a strong negative emotion. His hair is rather short on the sides but is stacked curl on top of curl on the top of his head, especially where his bangs are that he has constantly styled up and to the side giving his hair an appearance of a black, whispy fog.

When it comes to clothes he's often seen dressed in all black clothing that has been trimmed heavily with bright yellow designs, almost like runes or some dead language, twirling about and almost glowing in the sunlight. Sometimes the yellow patterns are in the shapes of clouds, tree branches, or other things in nature. Regardless of the designs he sports on his clothes one can often be mesmerized or lost in the patterns if they stare too long. He actually gets most of his clothes from his grandma who has nothing better to do than to sew her grandson beautiful clothes. If someone were to rip an especially important piece of clothing he'll often fly into a fit of rage.

Personality: Blaine can be somewhat campy and sarcastic, and at other times perverted and a little desperate. He's a generally fun dude to be around but some more uptight or regal individuals would find him rather annoying to be around and a lot of such people disregard him as some societal deviant who doesn't deserve their time of day.

His rather humorous and happy-go-lucky nature masks a much more deeply serious and philosophical person, but being too serious depresses Blaine so he likes to spice things up every now and then to keep himself from getting bored. When in a fight he can grow really quiet and sometimes cold and calculating, but will still crack a joke or two when appropriate.

Blaine is also a rather needy extrovert, and needs to constantly be within arm's reach of a friend or a group of people in order to maintain his composure. When this is not possible he will often implode on himself and experience depression. As loneliness continues he'll grow cold and angry and show a side of himself that isn't very pleasant. On solo hunting missions it creates a Blaine that can be needlessly ruthless

Aspiration: Blaine has already succeeded in becoming a hunter, he doesn't know what he's really supposed to do now. He expects that just fighting till his last breath to protect his nation and those families in it will be enough for him, but at times he wonders if he's meant for something more, or for someone else.

Fears: Being completely alone in the world with nobody to count on or trust

Ethics: Blaine sees the world through the lens of "love." If something does not line up with his idea of what love is then he disapproves of it. Love to Blaine is much more of a spiritual concept that an emotion between two people, which leads to some people not quite understanding his views.

History:
Blaine grew up in a small town in the middle of pretty much nowhere. The place was rich with culture and crawling with history and relics of the older civilizations scattered about underground and amidst the woods. Ever since Blaine was a kid he idolized the hunters that guarded the inhabitants of the town and would watch them at the edge of town, sparring or laughing with their friends. The town hunters grew to love Blaine and his dorky nature and often told him of their stories. Being so enthralled with them he decided at a very young age he was to be a hunter.

So with his decision made, Blaine worked every day to train his physical body for the challenge. He'd pick up tree limbs and use them as swords, move boulders twice his size by using more of his wits than his strength, he even scaled massive trees and hung out in the branches mid-day in the shade of the leaves, napping his cares away.

Blaine's parents were always worried about him, they didn't want to lose their son to the hateful creatures of Grimm that crawled along the world. Blaine never took much care for such worries, if he died he'd die in glory and not without spilling some blood to be sent off in like a boat on a gory red sea. His grandfather often spurred him on much to his parent's dismay, boasting about how his grandson was to be a hunter like he had been back in his glory days.

One day a year before he was to head off to Beacon, he was sleeping in one of his trees and lost track of time. Evening rapidly enveloped the town and night fell, the light of the moon waking him up as it shone just right amongst the darkness. As he came to the waking world he could hear crunching and screaming below, the clang of metal and the smell of gunpowder struck at his senses like sledgehammers.

Dropping to the ground from the tree he found that his town had been over-run by a large heard of grimm. Without thinking he dashed off to the house of his parents, praying to whatever gods there were that they were alright, but as luck would have it he would be an orphan from that day on. The shillouette of his grandfather was the firt thing that came into sight when he neared his house. Slumped against a massive greatsword that had once been his weapon, his grandfather was panting, trying to gorge his lungs with air, but failing as his breath puffef out his lips as he sobbed. Blaine's grandfather had been too late as well, the house had been one of the first to be destroyed by the enslaught.

Blaine blamed himself for his parent's death every day after that, but was never able to come to the realization that he did nothing wrong and that no blame was on him, he has to insist that he could have at least saved one of them. He promised to his grandparents that he would become a hunter if not to do anything but avenge his parents, blood for blood, and protect as many families as possible from the horror the grimm were capable of.

He was never quite stable after those events, and when feelings of loneliness start inking in he relives that night over and over in his mind.

Semblance: A wind-based semblance that creates high speed winds in an area around Blaine whenever he moves, when focused the semblance can produce vacuum waves which cut at whatever they're aimed at, the semblance is unusable when motionless.

Combat Style: Blaine's style is to counter-act any attack that is focused at him and will use a combination of his semblance and his dual-katars to deflect the attack away from him. To see him as a primarily defensive fighter would be a disadvantage to an opponent, however, due to his natural high speed and reaction time giving him adequate offensive capabilities.

Weapon: Dual push daggers, rather simple for a hunter. His weapons do not double as a long ranged weapon due to his semblance allowing him to create vacuum waves with his katars to hit from a distance.

Non-Combat skills: Blaine is a highly skilled musician by using his wind semblance to create different pitches by sliding the air along various surfaces or through various tubes, he does so while dancing as his semblance requires movement, which creates a rather awesome spectacle to behold at times. He's also pretty good at getting under people's skin or into their good graces.

Deficiencies: Despite being a wonderful musician he cannot actually sing, he can not take a hit, being rather weak when it comes to brute defensive capabilities, and if it wasn't obvious he cannot fight in water.

Miscellaneous: