Name:
Platz Grün

Sex:
Male

Age:
22

Phenotype:
Human

Kingdom:
Atlas

Appearance:
Standing at a slightly shorter height of 5'6" tall, and weighing just under 150lbs, a lot of people tend to overlook Platz, no pun intended. He has a rather lean frame, not athletic mind you, and typically wears his clothes for comfort rather than anything else. He keeps his blonde hair worn in a rather short, utilitarian manner, not bothering to style it as long as it doesn't get in his off blue eyes while he is working. Speaking of, he wears glasses not because he has to, choosing to as he also typically has to wear goggles when working on equipment.

When not working, Platz prefers the same style of clothes he always has worn, the psuedo military looking attire with a jacket that was a gift from a friend, and the golden cross pendent a gift from his family, something he still refuses to abandon. When working on tools or equipment, he ditches the coat and usually has goggles either over his eyes or dangling from his neck.

Personality:
Punctual and precise, Platz is the definition of a calm, collected person. Coming from a well to do family in the upper class gives him a blue blooded sort of grace, speaking with a gentle tone that rarely carries the harsh, oft course language and generally preferring to carry himself with dignity and respect. He is slow to anger, almost to the degree that quite a few have never seen him angry, although he is quick to inform those that irritate him of just that, how they irritate him, often in chastising and many times down to them instead of speaking as equals. This tends to create friction between him and others, especially those of a 'lower born' upbringing that might look at those of such overtly haughty leanings and find themselves either envious, or irritated, at their outlooks. A good way to get on his bad side are short jokes, they never were funny and have gotten less so over the years.

He has an odd obsession with weapons construction and tinkering with an older era of technology, speaking from his pride and joy weapon, and often times shows a great deal of pride and joy in his work. Not that he would overly boast, preferring to let his actions and handiwork speak for themselves, two things that he will have no qualms demonstrating should the need arise. His family history might have had a hand in the young lad's obsession with tinkering, but whenever he spots craftsmanship in anything, whether it be a fellow Hunter/Huntress weapon or even in architecture or mechanical designs, he is quick to analyze it, looking for ways to improve upon it while commenting on positive, innovative, or likewise negative or unwieldy designs in regards to the weapon. His obssessive nature can sometimes cause him to miss things that are going on, even if they are painfully obvious, creating a mix of needlessly focused and painfully scatterbrained.

He rarely takes time off, often working himself mentally ragged as he continues driving himself into his next task or goal, regardless of the severity, and it often takes more than a few tries to get him to sit back and catch his breath. He tends to be a prime example of the saying 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy', finding himself uncomfortable or at a loss for what to do whenever he isn't keeping himself busy with work. As such, he tends to keep pocket projects with him, thins he can work on while in the field, or out and about when he cannot avoid being dragged off somewhere to 'relax and have fun'. He keeps everyone at arm's reach, mostly for his own peace of mind and focus rather then anything else. He tends to work as hard as he does to not think too much about his personal life, something that he finds rather disagreeable, and its easier to work himself exhausted, and therefor too tired to think about anything else, than not.

When it comes to a fight, Platz is of the mindset to think twice, and act once. He would rather take a few moments analyzing a situation, considering his approach, before committing to his decided course of action. Once he chooses to act, however, he commits himself completely and in totality towards the given action, willing to go to any length or extreme to see it done, regardless of things like fair play or appropriate levels of force. For facing Grimm, these things mean little, but when sparring or dueling others can lead to drastic consequences.

Biography:
The Grün family had been living within the kingdom of Atlas for a great many years, although they were originally not natives to the kingdom when they first immigrated there shortly after the Great War. With them they brought a hand for weapons crafting that, while ill suited to mass production, caught the eye of a great many higher up nobles, as well as newly minted hunters and huntresses from such well to do families. Within a generation, Platz grandparents already well into their twilight years and training their children to take up the family business, became overnight stars in the right circles within Atlas. Certain officers favored their weapons, granting them access to gatherings and activities that previous generations of the Grün family never even knew were possible. Platz parents were not born into such a lifestyle, but adopted it alongside their parents, his grandparents.

Platz was born into the lifestyle of nobility and circulating among the children of officers and other well to do individuals, carrying himself through their games and scheming with a razor wit and perfect manners. He was perfectly content growing up, spending much time at the barracks and training fields for the Atlas military, something his family was tempted to look down upon, but chose to let the boy lead his own path in life. After all, having kin in the military, as ingrained as it was in Atlas, would be a powerful boon indeed. However, fate would not have this occur. While his skill with a rifle was unquestioned, his mentality, as polite and gentry as it was, did not fit in with the proper military protocol, often going about his own business how he saw fit. Which was a shame that, in the eyes of the Grün family, they lost a potential in to the military hierarchy of Atlas. However, a second boon came when Platz discovered his Semblance, something that had manifested in each generation of the family and off they had gone to be Hunters, or huntresses in his one Aunt's case.

Platz, as the first son of the family, was offered the family heirloom weapon before heading off to an Academy. However, the young lad refused this, preferring his own prototypes, Ebb and Flow, to the clockwork rifle offered, despite his interest in such technology. As such, he would spend just shy of four years at the Shade Academy, much to the chagrin of his family who had specifically instructed him to apply at Atlas, or hell, anywhere else but there. However, the lawless nature of Vacuo appealed to Platz who could work in peace, since he could more than easily carve his own way out there if he had to. He would excel in his classes, being able to focus solely on that and his own projects despite attempts by others to engage the foreign lad outside of class. He found little distinction in fighting other people or Grimm, something that did not sit well with some people, but no one could argue his effectiveness in courses. Not being stuck with a uniform was a nice change, wearing his own style that stood out distinctly to his peers, though he would receive word from his family that his younger sister had taken his place as first born of the family, effectively exiling him from them.

While this overtly meant little, all his teammates at the time seeing was him redoubling his efforts into his projects, the decleration had hit hard to Platz. He had followed the spirit of his family, blazing their own way into a new land to make do and survive, and was exiled for it. As such, he redoubled his efforts, not to prove them wrong, but to spite them. He would succeed where they thought a failure existed, and should they come to him grovelling? He would laugh them away.

Aura Color:
Silver

Semblance:
Personal Gravitational Manipulation
Platz has a curious affinity for manipulating gravitational forces acting upon him at a given time. A key thing to note, first and foremost, is that it has to be personal gravity, meaning that the only things that it allows him to manipulate, gravity wise, is himself and anything he is holding, to an extent. Large enough objects that, while he might technically be holding them, are above his ability to affect. As such, he has a tendency to utilize the manipulation in a rather key manner. To enhance his agility and manouverability in a fight to extreme levels.

At the most basic, Platz has a few basic tricks with gravity. Most commonly, is inversion, where he flips the direction gravity is pulling on him, sending him rocketing upwards into the air instead of being firmly held down on the ground. These 'flip jumps' as they are called, gives him a range of motion that outmatches most already, sending him hurtling over obstacles and opponents, dancing through their attacks with an alien grace. Next being either increasing or decreasing the pull of gravity on his person, effectively, increasing or decreasing his 'weight' to grossly simplify matters. In reality, his mass remains the same, but since weight is determined, in part, by the pull of gravitational forces on a mass, most might mistake the lessening of gravity as him controlling his weight directly. He can also increase these forces, making him far more difficult to move at the cost of his own mobility. Perhaps most bizarre, he can alter the direction gravity is acting on him, effectively making down a different direction. This is by far the most taxing use, due to its most dedicated defiance of the laws of physics, and can only be used for short periods of time.

Of course, the downsides to playing with a force as potent as gravity are as myriad as its uses. Most certainly, overuse in any regard could create problems for him physically. First off, too much time spent with lightened gravity could weaken him, while too heavy of a gravity could injure him or outright cripple him. He has to remain conscious to retain altered forms of gravity, as such, getting knocked out midair with altered gravity would send him plummeting to the ground, with all the obvious problems that creates. He also exhausts himself the more extreme or long lasting the shift is, and could very well end up pushing himself into collapsing if he goes too far or for too long.

Weapon:
Ebb and Flow

Paired, Melee, Ranged, Dust

These paired weapons were constructed by Platz as he was finding his passion in constructing weapons and other tools, and have grown alongside him as his own skill increased. The weapons have two forms and are seperate in transformation states, meaning that while one could be in pistol form, the other could be in saber form. Each weapon weighs about 2lbs, constructed mostly from titanium with a carbide blade insert giving it a keener edge, though requiring more maintenance than a normal weapon might. Coupled with experimental and, at times, temperamental systems that Platz experiments with on a regular basis, the weapons are currently limited to their rather simple two form system.

Usually Ebb and Flow are carried in pistol form, tucked into a shoulder rig that has two holsters resting under his arms. In pistol form, each is capable of being either a semi or fully automatic weapon, utilizing a Dust cartridge attached, usually in powder form, to infuse the weapon with a given element or effect depending on the Dust used. Platz has specifically designed the weapon to be modular, accepting any kind of Dust he might find himself using or having on hand. Typical tactics with his pistols involve alternating bursts of fire, while either outmaneuvering or advancing on a target, depending on what he needed to accomplish. The pistols cannot be fired in sword forms, due to the blade positioning, though the Dust infusion system installed is redirected to the blade, making the infusion system useful in either form. As previously mentioned, the weapon forms are not tied to each other, meaning that one could remain in its ranged format while the other assumes its sabre form for covering any basis.

A quick transformation system will shift the pistols into sword form. Resembling sabres, each blade resides within the pistol form, using collapsing technology to fit within the housing of the pistol. As the blade covers the barrel of the pistol, it can no longer fire, however, the barrel now works as part of the blades Dust infusion system, the blade itself receptive to Dust. As such, rather than using the Dust canister to infuse rounds from the pistol, it now alters the properties of the blade. Having no real preference towards what kind of Dust is used, the weapons will often be loaded with whatever is effective or, barring that, cheapest at the given moment.

Favors:
Tinkering
Testing his Equipment
Research
The Violin (Performing and Listening)
Sweets (Much to his Chagrin)

Disfavors:
Loud, Noisy People
Being disturbed
Parties
Modern Music

Affinities:
Platz believes that knowledge is power, and to guard it well. If possible, he observes a target or foe before a fight ever begins, mentally detailing what they are capable of, the strengths of what they are capable of, and how to counteract such things. Once he has a plan, or at least a solid grasp on what is going on and what the foe is capable of, he either engages in combat or stops fighting defensively, going on the offensive. He prefers a high speed assault, whether that means blitzing them with bursts of pistol fire while dancing out of reach of a dangerous weapon, lashing out with twin blades in a dancing manner, or even pairing the two to parry with a blade while unloading the pistol past defenses. His tactics almost always involve speed, aiming to end a fight as fast as possible.

Combined with Platz's semblance, it becomes highly difficult to track him at all. He might vault over a weapon, or even land on it as it passes, using his altered gravity to balance or push off it, suddenly shooting upwards out of range of an attack, attacking from angles difficult to achieve otherwise. He uses his semblance as a force multiplier mostly, amplifying what he is capable of doing rather than trying to compensate for failings in his tactics, due to the fact that this is mostly the best way his semblance lends itself to assisting him in a fight.

Faults:
Chaos, first and foremost, is problematic for Platz. A chaotic opponent, truly chaotic, makes tracking a pattern and devising a strategy take longer, meaning he is on defensive footing longer. Secondly, compared to most fighters, he does not hit terribly hard, barring the rare vital strike, and while he does make up for it in speed and precision, he will not match most others blow for blow. Lacking either a specific focus on offense or defense, he won't best a dedicated offensive fighter, on the offense, nor will be best a defensive fighter on the defense. His tactics revolve around finding a gap or weak point in a foes strategy and exploiting it, and if he can't find it in a timely manner, can find himself in trouble fast.

On a note for his Semblance, two things glare out. Firstly, is how taxing it is being used as part of a combat situation, the sudden shifts of gravity not doing his body any favors. Secondly, it doesn't do much to enhance or protect him directly, requiring conscious use and intelligence to be effective. In a situation where he is backed into a corner, with nowhere to go, being able to manipulate his gravity doesn't help, and typically, if he has to trade blows with someone, he will not come out of it terribly well.

Name- Bluu

Sex: Manly man dude.

Age: 25

Phenotype: Faunus, Serpent. His eyes are that of a reptile's, but do not provide any benefits or handicaps. He doesn't have heat vision, he sees the same as a regular person.

Bluu hails from... well... he doesn't know. He was born in a forest and remained there most of his childhood.

Appearance: Standing around 6'2 and 160 lbs, He wears gloves to protect his hands, as he fights unarmed, A mask, as he used to be a thief, and doesn't want people remembering him. He's also got the whole leather armor getup. Because getting hit hurts. He looks a lot like Reptile from Mortal Kombat, but... Human. Er, wait. Reptile was a human in the first few games. Uhhh... he looks a lot Like this.

Personality: Generally very inquisitive, he likes to know what he's getting into. Bluu tends to be very outgoing as well, always wanting to do something.

Biography: Bluu was born in the wilds, his mother died during childbirth, and his father was left to raise him. His father, an established Huntsman, raised Bluu as his student as well as his son. After learning what he could from his father, he was struck down by a mysterious illness, and Bluu was left alone. Wandering the world, Bluu didn't know what to do. A 17 year old boy left to wander the world. Starting out as a thief, he took what he could find and hid in the shadows. Skills he can still use effectively to this day. One day, however, he caught himself stealing from a Preacher. Only then did Bluu realize what he had been doing those years. Begging for forgiveness, Bluu was helped in turning his life around. He began to do honest work. Helping others, and slaying the Grimm were his means of redemption, as he knew how to do nothing else. He stands here today, looking for redemption of his past crimes in whatever way possible.

Aura Color: I'll give you one guess. It's Blue

Weapon: Spiked Gloves
Bluu trained unarmed for most of his life, and is an expert in many fighting styles such as Jui Jitsu, Krav Maga, and Tai Chi. He carries two pairs: one made of leather for normal fights, and a steel set for the big guys. Both have padding on the inside to prevent damage to his hands.

Semblance: Extreme Speed
Bluu can move any part of his body incredibly quickly, from throwing hundreds of punches in just a few seconds, to running at high speeds.

Favors: Fighting, fitness, and honesty
Disfavors: Grimm, People with no concept of personal space, Know-it-alls

Affinities: Bluu is fast and focuses mainly on offense, being able to run at super speeds gives his fists enough kinetic energy to go through the skulls of most things. He is practicing a new form of combat known as CQC, which focuses mainly on strong counterattacks. However, halfway through being taught, his mentor left. And Bluu is now adding his own style to it.

Faults: While being nearly always on the offensive, he has little defense, and seeing as he never went to a proper school, well.. you get the idea. Not to mention, getting hit while running at a high speed hurts a lot more. Bluu also has a hard time remembering people's names, and affectionately refers to others by a nickname.

Name:
Synneva Vollan

Sex:
Female

Age:
22

Phenotype:
Human

Kingdom:
Atlas

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly tall 5'9, and weighing in at 143lbs with some fairly well defined muscles on a lithe, but athletic frame, Synneva could be quite an intimidating person thanks to the confidence she carries herself with. The tall girl has long, bright green hair that is typically tied into a long ponytail along with matching emerald green eyes. She has a fairly pale complexion.

As for what she wears, she heavily prefers to be bundled up in fairly warm clothing. Atlas isn't exactly the warmest of places to live, especially if you made frequent trips outside of the safety of the cities as she did. She can often be seen wearing a confident smirk.

Personality:
Confident, overly so some would say, as well as a healthy dose of seriousness and a bit of arrogance. Syn is very self-assured, and doesn't let much get to her. This of course leads her to having a hard time accepting she is wrong about something at times. Of course, she's fairly intelligent and likes to think she knows a bit about everything.

Be it work, study, or practice, she tends to be very studious and playfully serious. She always will choose to finish work first then slack off/relax later and will even berate others for not doing theirs. This tends to isolate her a bit from others, unfortunately. She doesn't particularly mind, though at times she does wish she was better at the whole 'social thing'. However, there is a time and place for everything - Synneva simply likes her playtime and work time to be completely separate.

If you manage to find her in a more relaxed setting where she doesn't have work or any sort of other thing she's in the middle of, she's fairly amicable, and indeed fairly friendly and 'playfully sassy could be used to describe her fairly well, if she's among people she likes or otherwise isn't busy with something. Most people don't know this about her though, since most don't take the time to get past that somewhat cool exterior. The more she gets to know people though, the more this side of her tends to be shown towards people. She tends to be a bit hard on herself, especially when it comes to her failings and will spend some time beating herself up emotionally if she doesn't succeed.

During combat scenarios, she can be described as a bit of a 'shoot first, ask later' sort of personality. That's not saying she's a hothead as she has a fairly level and cool head and rarely lets herself be clouded by emotions or impatience. She simply sees no reason to hesitate and come up with some sort of complex plan, even if she is likely capable of it. Her axe was built for one thing, and one thing only - smashing Grimm's faces in.

And whatever you do, never, under any circumstance make a bad axe pun in her presence. They were amusing at first, but now they're just annoying.

Biography:

Syn's history isn't all that special, really. She doesn't have any sort of tragic past or any sort of all that interesting past at all, really. She was born and raised in Mantle, to a family of businessmen and somewhat wealthy weapons manufacturers. From a young age, Syn had it fairly easy, though her home life wasn't exactly the best considering she wasn't really one for business or fancy things. Instead, she took greater interest in making weapons as well as using them against the Grimm. She made her first prototype axe as a simple one-handed weapon to be used with dust before even joining an academy. As soon as she was able though, she joined Sanctum Academy in Mistral.

While there, Syn learned the finer details of weapons crafting. She also of course, learned the fundamentals of Aura from the academy. Needless to say, with Syn's somewhat serious nature and studious, confident tendency she managed to complete most courses fairly easily. During this course, she refined her axe to the form it has today. After passing the exams with flying colors, she went back home to Atlas, where she joined the Atlas Academy for further training.

The pseudo military lifestyle seemingly suited her surprisingly well, though she was never fond of following orders completely. The skirt was also a bit grating, but eh. She could deal. For three years, she was probably the model student. Top grades, as well as any combat scores and whatnot. Many thought she was going to go into the Atlesian military as most students are pressured into doing, but she gave them quite a shock when she basically decided not to show up to a rather important meeting after getting her license.

Instead, she took the first transit she could out of Atlas, and to Vacuo where she's been for a few months. Honestly, military life was a drag and she wanted nothing to do with it. Too complicated. She just wanted to smash in Grimm's faces.

Aura Color:
Bright Green

Semblance:
Time Perception Manipulation:
No, it is not manipulating time. Rather, it is manipulating someones perception of time. This is a fairly effective ability, which Syn uses to great effect.

It's first application, is the ability to slow down opponents perception of time so much, that everything else around them appears to be moving in super-fast motion. The affect has an effective radius of around ten meters around Syn, and those affected inside of it will view Syn as moving at super human speeds. This often gives people she spars with the misconception that her semblance is similar to some sort of 'speed', if they do not know exactly what it is. She is rather mute on the details of her semblance, though, as information about such a thing can easily be used by an opponent to find a weakness. The ability also doesn't seem to affect Grimm all that much, but there is another application which she uses in order to fight them. Additionally, anyone looking in from past the range won't have their perception skewed, and would only see her opponents having extremely bad reaction times, and those within would also view those outside moving at faster speeds than they.

The second application, is for her to use it on herself and give her a 'Bullet Time' sort of effect. She can increase the speed at which she views events making everything appear to be happening much slower than it would. This has the affect of her appearing to almost have supernatural, incredibly fast reflexes and acrobatic prowess. Of course, she must be physically capable of actually doing something, such as avoiding, blocking, deflecting an attack, etc. While it doesn't slow things down much at the moment, with more time and practice it could likely allow her to have many more seconds in combat for her to think and counter an attack.

She can switch between the two modes fairly easily, and make it a bit difficult for human foes to get a good grasp on her during a battle scenario.

Weapon:
Forseti:
Melee, Ranged, Dust
In its Inactive state, the weapon is surprisingly inconspicuous. The weapon's haft is entirely collapsible shortening the weapons length by at least half while the blades are able to fold downwards, making the weapon look like a medium sized metal square. She keeps it on her at all times, typically stored easily on her arm via a simple lock on one of her pauldrons. The weapon is made out of titanium while the head is made of tungesten.

Like most Hunter weapons, at the press of a button it can turn into its weapon form. It's a Large, two handed battle axe. The handle is as long as she is tall, and the blades make the head of it almost as big as a human's chest. The weapon is fairly heavy, weighing it at around fifteen pounds (6.8kgs) in total, and needs quite a bit of physical strength to be able to use the weapon effectively. The weapon is fairly sharp, and can smash the face of a Grimm right in two fairly easily.

The Weapon also doubles as semi-automatic shotgun. The barrel is located on the head of the axe where the blades meet after folding out when switching from its inactive state. The shotgun, like its axe base, is built purely for close range engagements with the effective range of the shotgun failing after around five meters where the bullets will scatter too much to cause any significant damage. However, if pressed right into the gut of a Grimm? Ho boy, you bet your ass they'll be feeling it. The shotgun can be repeatedly fired by pulling a simple trigger.

As for dust, the weapon is designed to make use of Fire/Burn Dust. When loaded with it, the head of the Axe can heat up to high temperatures, and the pattern on the head of the axe lights up, and when swung leaves a trail of fire behind it. The weapon can then be used to trigger an explosion on whatever the axe head hits. When using the shotgun in this form, it also makes the shells explode upon impact. Unfortunately, the weapon consumes a huge amount of Dust and can only be used a limited number of times before needing reloading.

Favors:
Ice cream
a good brawl
Fun people
Exotic foods
Jazz music

Disfavors:
Axe puns
Overly serious people
Routine things
Being ordered around.

Affinities:
Hit an opponent hard, and don't let them get back up. Synn isn't a fan of overly complicated strategies that don't consist more than 'whack them with her axe'. Not exactly a bad thing, when her axe can cleave a Grimm's limb off in a single stroke or blow its face off. Her attacks are typically slower than most smaller weapons, but hit incredibly hard. Against faster opponents she might struggle a bit, but that's where her Semblance, level head, and waiting for a good time to strike come in.

She uses her semblance to balance out her rather obvious lack of speed when it comes to wielding a large weapon. Against human opponents, she'd switch between modes to whatever she needed too at the time. Either increase her own reaction time to give her that much needed second extra of thinking time, or slowing down her opponents perception of her movements. At times, she can appear to have great speed and almost impossible agility for a weapon of that size that she uses. Constantly having their perception skewed as well, could result in them becoming a bit confused or otherwise disoriented.

Faults:
The largest fault by all means, is the fact that its not a quick weapon. Any swing she misses could easily leave her open for a counter attack or other blow. There's not much she can do to rectify this, even with her Semblances help. Once someone gets wise to what her semblance actually is, it wouldn't be too difficult for an experienced person to not have any trouble with it.

Additionally, the weapon is large. It's not exactly a weapon easily used in close quarters. The shotgun was added to help with that a bit, but its still not exactly an effective counter for that. Anyone with a smaller, more agile weapon could easily incapacitate her. Her semblance helps alleviate some of this but again, it's still no assured fix. Against someone who's semblance actually is speed, or could produce/see through illusions or other such similar things her ability would fall fairly flat.

Name: Momo Komatsu
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Phenotype: Human
Kingdom: Mistral
Appearance:
Momo has pink hair and hazel eyes. She's relatively short, standing 5'6" or 1.67 meters tall. Momo practically never wears anything revealing to hide her scars. A deep scar runs across her back and she has a scar resembling a bullet wound just beneath her (left) breast. Despite never showing off with it, Momo actually has a nice figure.

Personality:
Momo is a rather somber individual. She has a good number of bad memories that haunt her at night. She tries real hard to be strong to not burden others with her troubles, but she occasionally needs a shoulder to cry on. She might come across as aloof, or disinterested, because she often drowns out her environment with music, but she cares about others a lot. Because she's easily reminded of what happened to her, Momo is always trying to distract herself with something. In order to be productive while distracting herself, she'll often offer to polish weapons or to help with maintenance of all kinds of things.

Biography:
Momo was born in Mistral. Her parents belonged to the higher levels of the upper class, and as with most of Mistral's aristocracy, they took great interest in theater and art, and spent a good amount of money on it. Momo was doted on by her parents, but the good times would not last.

One night, when Momo was still a young girl she was kidnapped by a band of thugs. She was held for ransom, but no effort seemed to be made to save her. No money arrived, and to vent their anger, the thugs beat and tortured her. On the brink of death, the thugs dumped her in the middle of nowhere, leaving her to die. Momo started crawling in one direction, hoping someone would come to save her, however, with her anger and despair she was a crawling grimm magnet.

As numerous grimm approached, Momo had been ready to die, but in the end the grimm might have proven to be her saving grace. A lone man appeared and fought off the grimm. He took several serious injuries, but managed to take Momo to his home. Rather than a remote village, as is common to Mistral, the man lived in a small shack with some fields around it. The man attempted to nurse Momo back to proper condition, but had a hard time doing so as she struggled against him.

After several months, when the man's injuries had finally properly healed and Momo was looking healthier again, she finally started opening up to the man. Together they managed find out why no ransom was paid. Momo's parents went missing shortly after she'd been kidnapped. From then on, the man raised, tutored and trained her to the best of his abilities.

As soon as she reached the proper age, the man sent Momo to Haven academy. Momo's time at Haven academy wasn't bad, but she had a hard time fitting in. Once she graduated, she once more returned to the little shack. The man told her she'd always be welcome, but that it was time to stand on her own feet. In order to support herself like she'd been told, Momo moved to Vacuo, hoping to leave her childhood behind and find a goal for herself.

Weapon: Diana
Melee, Ranged
Diana is taller than Momo herself, with a total length of approximately seven feet. Diana's primary form is the Guan Dao, essentially consisting of three core parts, the blade, the shaft and the counterweight. The blade itself is single-edged and curved, with a spike used to block at the back of the curve. The shaft is a little more than five foot long, giving the weapon decent range. Its surface is slightly coarse to provide better grip. The counterweight is a dark rectangular box, balancing the weapon and serving as the main body in its secondary form.

In its secondary form, Diana serves as a decently high-caliber assault rifle that can be fired both semi-automatically and fully-automatic. With its high rate of fire, Diana's secondary form excels in suppressive fire and dealing with hordes. While Diana has no special functions activated by consuming regular dust, it can use dust bullets for increased effectiveness.

Aura Color: A Mix of Red and Pink
Semblance: Eternal Punishment
Momo’s semblance leaves a copy of the kinetic energy in the places she cuts. These “traps” will activate when something moves into them, replicating the original cut and then vainishing. If used with a direct hit, the trap will still activate, leaving an immediate second slash. Runia can maintain the traps for up to 5 minutes, but she has to dispel them after that. The traps cannot be moved after they've been placed. No trap can be created if the strike is interrupted. Upon being dispelled, the energy spent to create the traps is returned to Momo's aura.

Favors:
Music is Momo's lifeline, she'll turn it up whenever she starts to feel stressed. Because of her nightmares Momo often goes outside for some fresh air. The sight of the sky full of stars always helps her feel a little better. Momo likes to keep busy, because she won't be reminded of what happened in her past that way.
Disfavors:
Momo can't stand people who pry, or otherwise try to force her to reveal things about herself. Ever self-conscious, Momo hates being in the center of attention. Momo would like to wear "sexy" outfits, but doesn't to keep her scars concealed.

Affinities:
Momo prefers to simply disable her enemies from a distance, but relies heavily on her semblance when this goes wrong. Her fighting style is defensive and well-practiced, focusing around swift and precise strikes.
Faults:
Momo's scars run deep and actually hinder her from time to time, causing her to become unsteady. Momo is reluctant to fight other humans, considering it to be wasteful and unnecessary. In some cases, though, she'll make an exception.

Name- Bluu Titania

Sex: Manly man dude.

Age: 24

Phenotype: Faunus, Snake.

Bluu hails from somewhere in Vale, he's doesn't quite remember where.

Appearance: Standing at around 6'2 and 150 pounds, his relatively thin frame is offset by his muscle mass, giving him quite the odd figure. He is bald, but you'd never be able to tell, as his leather mask conceals most of his head and face.

He wears his gloves to protect his hands, as he fights unarmed, A mask, as he is a little embarrassed about his baldness. He's also got the whole leather armor getup. Because getting hit hurts. He looks a lot like Reptile from Mortal Kombat, but... Human. Er, wait. Reptile was a human in the first few games. Uhhh... he looks a lot Like this.

Personality: Generally very inquisitive, he likes to know what he's getting into. Bluu tends to be very outgoing as well, always wanting to do something. Sitting around in one place for to long can get him fairly riled up, and he'll often then act without to much thought.

Biography: Bluu was born to a pair of Martial Artists. Cerry, his mother, was his mentor, teaching him how to kick ass at an early age, while his father, Geldon, focused more on his studies. Originally, Bluu was to be home schooled, but eventually his mother was persuaded enough to send him to a normal shool. At scho he was... Nothing special. He passed all his classes, trained by his mother, and was generally kind of... Dull. But things quickly changed. Shortly after graduating Beacon academy, both of his parents lost their lives to a mysterious illness. This illness was linked to a newly discovered virus. While not contagious by contact, it is passed on from mother to child, and mother to father, and father to mother. Kind of like an STD. Bluu now had the realization that he had only about 20 years left to live.

Traumatized by recent events, Bluu went to the only true friend he ever had, a Preacher woman named Angelica. Angelica told Bluu to use his remaining years to do what he was born to do. Fight. This way nobody would feel the same pain he did. Taking her word to heart, Bluu fought against the Grimm with all he had, and made sure that nobody had to suffer a tragic fate such as he. And so here he stands today, ready to serve and protect.

Aura Color: I'll give you one guess. It's Blue

Weapon: The Iron Fist(s)
Bluu trained unarmed for most of his life, and is an expert in many fighting styles such as Jui Jitsu, Krav Maga, and Tai Chi. His gloves resemble hi-tech gauntlets more than gloves and have padding on the inside to prevent damage to his hands. However, these aren't their only function. With the addition of dust, projectiles can be thrown. Fireballs, ice spikes, and while he can't throw out lightning bolts like Zeus, he can throw a stream of white-hot sparks. Or whatever dust is put in. Kind of like a hadoken. However, when dust is not inserted, a projectile can still be thrown. This projectile is made of energy from a pair of batteries inside the wrists. These batteries can throw about 12 projectiles before exausting. A small crank that Bluu carries can be attached to the sides of the gloves to generate electricity. Alternatively, things like static electricity, or even short electric jolts can help recharge the batteries. But, should worse come to worse, Bluu keeps a backup pair of batteries.

Semblance: Extreme Speed
Bluu can move any part of his body incredibly quickly, from throwing hundreds of punches in just a few seconds, to running at high speeds.

Favors: Fighting, fitness, and stealth
Disfavors: Grimm, People with no concept of personal space, Know-it-alls

Affinities: Bluu is fast and focuses mainly on offense, being able to run at super speeds gives his fists enough kinetic energy to go through the skulls of most things. He is practicing a new form of combat known as CQC, which focuses mainly on strong counterattacks. However, halfway through being taught, his mentor left. And Bluu is now adding his own style to it.

Faults: While being nearly always on the offensive, he has little defense. Not to mention, getting hit while running at a high speed hurts a lot more. Bluu also has a hard time remembering people's names, and affectionately refers to others by a nickname.

Theme song: Atomic Karate

Name: Chloe Drachma
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Phenotype: Human
Kingdom: Mistral

Appearance:


She is 170cm (5'7") tall.

Personality: Chloe is a bit of a mixed bag; on one hand, you have a woman that, tempered by past events, has come out the other side a mostly nice person. Chloe often feels strongly for those that are being harassed unfairly, especially those that are the target of false rumours and deliberate smear campaigns. She’ll go in to bat for a person she thinks is getting a raw deal without a thought to any reward. On the other hand, Chloe is still a bit of a conceited and greedy individual under the right circumstances. If you’re not one of the aforementioned downtrodden persons, she won’t hesitate to charge top dollar for her help and by golly does she like getting more dollars. She often makes comments and remarks about people that can be taken for being a little mean, though she almost never intends to tread on people’s feelings. She’s also extremely vain, and will go to great lengths to maintain her physical appearance no matter the circumstances. She’s the kind of person who would easily be taken for a real piece of work if you hadn’t seen any evidence of her better side.

Socially speaking, Chloe is rather guarded around other people. She doesn’t trust easily, and she usually chooses her words carefully, aside from when she’s making cracks at other people’s expense, which she finds too much fun to forego. She’s firmly of the belief that almost everyone, no matter what they claim, keeps secrets and has agendas. She believes this because she used to be the kind of person that pretended to be friends with lots of people while working to sabotage their social reputation without them knowing. Even if she has gotten past this behaviour with maturity, she knows everyone is capable of it, so she keeps her guard up at all times. She still likes to gossip a bit though; while she won’t go around saying things that will clearly harm someone’s reputation, she can’t help but mention when she suspects certain someones might have crushes on certain someone elses.

As a huntress, Chloe has a mind for her reputation. She wants people to think of her as a reliable and competent agent; every bit worth the steep price she might try and haggle out of you. She’s not fussy about who she works for or what she does, as long as it’s not overtly immoral. Taking a mundane job from a greedy corporation is one thing, doing something murderous for them would be entirely another. She’s also not fussy about how she gets the job done so long as she doesn’t violate her own codes. She’ll shoot someone in the back if they happen to be the target, but she won’t be found endangering other people’s lives just to earn a pay check. She can definitely be an underhanded fighter and willing to throw in with those less than paragons of virtue, but she’ll stop short of the line of actual evil.

Biography: The Drachma family is heavily invested in the fashion industry of Mistral and to a lesser extent Remnant. Chloe was born in the lap of luxury, and she grew into the life of a sybarite in her formative years. She learned to like having lots of things, and she liked getting even more things, even when she didn’t remotely need more things. When she did not get more things, she could be an exceptionally petulant child, and would often act up until she got what she wanted. As she got older, she became more refined in her methods; she realised she would often overhear people talking about things she knew would get them in trouble. She would then use that information to blackmail people into doing things they wouldn’t usually do. She grew to enjoy having influence over others like this, and soon she started doing it with little provocation.

If things had just kept going as they were, Chloe would probably still be acting as the toxic daughter of the Drachmas. That all changed when she decided to try and blackmail the wrong person. One day, the Drachma family hired a new maid that didn’t feel like being blackmailed at all. She steadfastly refused to give in to Chloe’s demands, in spite of the things she had on her. This made Chloe angry, and she attacked the maid. It was during this short fight that Chloe activated her Semblance and ended up ruining a number of priceless pieces of art belonging to her family. Tellingly, it was this more than her assault on a member of staff that infuriated her parents. Her mother had the idea to enrol her in the Hunstman program to channel her new found powers into something more productive than getting into haphazard fights with their staff. Chloe was not happy at all to find out she was being sent away to study combat, but having ticked off her parents, there was nothing for her to hide behind.

Chloe settled into life at the academies the only way she knew how; forming a social clique around herself and manipulating people to get things done for her. She had people taking notes for her on the theoretical portions and sacrificing their own time and energy to help her train for the more practical aspects. Chloe didn’t care much for the idea of being Huntress, but as in all things, she wanted to succeed and look good while doing so, so she put in her best effort to actually get through it all. When someone refused her, like that maid so many years ago, she did her best to make them regret it. While she now knew better than to attack people like she had before, she ended up making use of far more sinister methods to strike at those that crossed her; she would spread whatever nasty information she had on them around and manipulate whoever she had wrapped around her fingers to ostracize and harass them. When she became part of a team, she certainly wasn’t the one chosen to be the leader, but she may as well have been, because she found ways to manipulate every member of her team, including the actual leader. While Chloe was no slouch as a student, a lot of her accomplishments were fuelled by the “help” she enlisted from others. She would even have her teammates accredit her for all the biggest successes on their missions, no matter who may have actually taken down that large Grimm or secured that important find.

It was only at the very edge of her time as a student that she finally reflected on what she had been doing. Naturally, Chloe had a partner from her initiation, though she hadn’t treated her like anything more than a gofer when she was treating her like she existed at all. After all the mistreatment and neglect she’d heaped upon her, her partner finally snapped. One day she just unloaded on Chloe about what an awful person she was; perhaps one of the worst people that existed. At first, Chloe planned to just destroy this girl that had dared to speak up to her. Being her partner, it wasn’t hard to find her journal, which she intended to thoroughly read and attack her on every sensitive point she could discover in it. Except when Chloe read the journal, she noticed that many of the entries in it were in fact about her. Every petty cruelty that Chloe had undertaken in her partner’s presence was recorded here. It wasn’t even limited to what she had done to her; she had been taking notice of what she did to just about everyone. She had even gone beyond simply noticing everything and actually talking to the people Chloe had hurt, and wrote at length about just how bad things had gotten for all of them. The effect this had on Chloe was mild at first. Initially, she just stopped doing anything she used to do; she didn’t pursue her partner, nor did she go after anyone else. Her little blackmailing and bullying operation effectively shut down. She sort of drifted through the last moments at the academy, and graduated with no incident.

Chloe distanced herself from her team without a word. She lacked the bravery to actually make amends for what she had done, and perhaps she was still coming to terms with what she had realised about herself. After a stint of inactivity, Chloe eventually got to work as an independent Huntress. She had made up her mind that, even if she couldn’t face her past, she could resolve to just do good work without being the person she used to be. Of course, she still dipped into old habits of liking money and objects way too much, and she wouldn’t go anywhere without being dressed best, but the queen bitch had died, and now she was just kind of a bitch.

Aura Color: Dark Purple

Semblance: Chloe’s semblance gives her the ability to eject an acid like substance from her hands. The substance can melt through many materials and at least weaken the more resilient ones like steel. When ejected, the substance will remain present for roughly ten seconds before evaporating.

Weapon: Chloe’s primary weapon is a revolver that can transform into a whip. The revolver is capable of firing dust rounds, and the whip is capable of being controlled in motion by way of buttons on the grip, enabling Chloe to either tense it up or make it slack as she requires, as well as extend or retract it. The headpiece of the whip is actually a sharpened barb capable of penetrating and lodging itself into certain materials.

Chloe also keeps a pistol disguised as a common scroll on her person. While it can’t actually function as a scroll, it makes for a decent concealed weapon if she ever requires one.

Favors:
-Expensive things
-Being the centre of attention
-Good jokes, especially zingers
-Cold hard cash of any kind

Disfavors:
-Worthless gifts
-Being ignored
-Too much quiet
-Being reminded of her past

Affinities: Chloe likes to think of herself as adaptable to any given situation. If she needs to just shoot someone in the face, then she just whips out her revolver and starts firing. If she needs to fight someone close up, she can morph the gun into a whip and give the enemy a good lashing. If she needs to be sneaky, she’ll put her revolver away and try approaching with the scroll gun and hopefully hit the opponent before they know what’s happening. In all cases, she can use her semblance either as an offensive weapon or a defensive one; nobody wants a glob of acid on their face, and neither do they want to close the gap only to run across a pool of the stuff. They’ll also be less than keen to run away if they’ll get their feet burned. Chloe likes to think she has a plan for every situation, and if she doesn’t she’ll just take her time until she finds the weak point.

Faults: While Chloe might have many contingencies, that’s not to say she has the best contingencies. Perhaps her revolver will prove less powerful than the enemy’s assault rifle, or perhaps she will be fighting a close combat specialist when she pulls out her whip. Even if she can sneak up on someone with her scroll gun, she’s unlikely to be able to overwhelm them with such a mundane weapon. Chloe may be something of a jack of all trades, but she’s also something of a master of none. She has to hope she won’t be caught in the exact situation where her chosen tactic turns out to be useless, or hope that she can outmanoeuvre a superior opponent.