Name: Marsail Cirsium (Alter)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:


Bio: The eldest of five sisters born to a family of Vale-based hunters, Marsail Cirsium was exposed to her parents' way of life from an early age, quickly taking to their teachings and learning to fight long before she even began attending a combat school. As the firstborn and heiress-apparent to the Cirsium Family Sword School, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors and become a huntress, throwing her very all into her training in order to do so. With her serious outlook on becoming a figure she viewed as a "defender of humanity" and intense work ethic, she was easily able to make it into Signal Academy, where she studied for several years before entering Beacon. While definitely a promising young huntress with significant capabilities, Marsail will still need to work on her overly serious nature, straightforward approach and tendency to get easily annoyed if she wants to become a hero that will carry on the good done in her family's name.

Semblance Name: Nodens Loucetius

Description of Semblance: Nodens Loucetius is the manifestation of Marsail Cirsium's desire to confront evil and injustice and utterly excise it from existence for the sake of humanity and all that is good. It can essentially be described as a semblance of "purification", being able to identify issues and then removing them by either healing or reversing them to a healthier state. She emits a warm light from her hands to obtain knowledge of the problem, and when the light is shone on their target, they will be saved. For example, if she were to come across someone who is poisoned, that poison can be removed by applying her semblance, as it would identify the poison and "purify" the person by removing it from their system. If she were to see someone injured, she could do something similar, except this time she would be healing the injuries rather than healing one of poison. If faced with an illusion, and she knew it was present, she could even destroy that illusion by identifying it and finding its origin.

Semblance Limitations: Her powers work only on a single target at a time, and when in use, she needs to first identify the issue (which can be done from the first part of her power) before being able to properly heal it. The greater the severity of the issue, the more energy it would take out of her, and the more time to would take to fix.

Weapon: Scotia Beag - Claidheamh Soluis initially appears to be a relatively simple claymore, a large and powerful sword that crushes all enemies before it with its great mass. The forward-sloping quillons of her weapon are a simple, furnished silver, seemingly little differentiable from the shining steel blade, but closer inspection reveals that the cross-guard can fold back if the secondary function of the sword is activated. When Dust of any kind is applied to her weapon, Marsail can emit the elements from its surface, either as a ranged attack when the blade begins to retreat backwards, or simply in melee when each strike in infused with the power of nature itself. However, its most powerful ability would be that which gave the sword its name; when charged, the emitters on the weapon begin to glow with a radiant light, spiralling out all around the blade in a helix to an extent that is blinding. This energy shines like a brilliant white torch and every strike with the sword will land with even greater impact and blind all foes. Most importantly, the blades can retract further, and with a swing the central emitter hidden within will concentrate the condensed power and fire off a powerful ranged blast that will instantly destroy any Grimm that was unfortunate to stand in its path. The more time Marsail takes to charge, the more powerful it can become.

Favored Dust Element: While familiar with the use of all types of Dust, Marsail Cirsium most commonly inserts Fire and Air crystals into her weapon.

Other: She has a rivalry with her next youngest sister, who is currently in the grade below.

Name: Conall Linumbienne

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Bio: Born to a small hamlet in the verdant Emerald Isles just off of the northern tip of Vale, Conall was a classically rowdy young lad— always outside, playing, fighting, play-fighting, seemingly doing whatever he could to come home with scrapes and bruises at the end of the day. The son of a mechanic and a seamstress, Conall is the eldest of three, with one little brother, and one even littler sister. As such, he’s very used to being the top dog at home— and as the top dog, he is also determined to be as good an example to those two little brats as he can, and put his talents for fighting and throwing things around to good use. And as a hunter, there is no better use to put those talents, cultivated into skills by long years of training, than the protection of all mankind from the threat of the Grimm. A stalwart and confident young man, Conall is definitely rough around the edges, with blood as heated as his lance leading to frenzies in battle— but is also agreeable, playful, compassionate, and even surprisingly gentle in disposition outside of it. He holds the air of being carefree high enough for all the world to see— but if there’s one thing he will never back down upon, no matter how whimsical he feels, it’s a promise.

Semblance Name: Fragarach Lamfada

Description of Semblance: Conall’s unshakable confidence, honesty, and honor have taken form in Fragarach Lamfada. In essence, it allows whatever he throws, be it a spear, a rock, or a even another person, to strike true to his aim. The winds themselves will even shift to favor his throws--guiding the missile to whatever point in space he aims. Wherever he intends to throw, the projectile will travel, and whatever he intends to hit, he has a damn good chance of hitting. Additionally, those same winds will guide any object inundated with his Aura (so really only his lance) back to his hand.

Semblance Limitations: The main limitation of Fragarach Lamfada is Conall’s own eyesight— he must be able to visualize the point he is aiming at, and to a degree, even the path it travels along. The same holds true for returning items; if he loses track of it, it’s as good as gone. If he intends to throw something with the intent to ricochet his projectile off of a surface, each bounce will greatly diminish his semblance’s efficacy, with only one or two rebounds in sequence being any more reliable than a throw made by a normal man. Finally, and most importantly, his Semblance is simply ensuring that his aim is true— It can be faked out or dodged by those with the speed, agility, and reflexes to dupe him. No easy feat with his genuine skill backing the semblance, but it’s doable.

Weapon: Luin Celtchair- Cróeb Ruad is a crimson, almost blood-colored lance of roughly seven and a half feet long. Slim and lightweight, Luin is much like it's wielder in that it is of remarkably strong and resilient make, even in spite of its evidently hollow construction. Tipped with a sharp and equally sturdy double-edged blade, Conall makes use of his lance to its fullest-- be it through a whirling dervish of slices with the blade, pinpoint stabs and throws to pierce the hearts of all who stand in his path, or even stern, ringing strikes with the seven-odd feet of shaft that he so masterfully carries.

However, this is not to say Luin Celtchair is simply a well-made polearm.

The secret behind the almost bell-like sounds of the lance’s strikes lies within its crimson, knotted length. Within the hollow chamber lies a reservoir of Fire dust that, when charged with a spike of Conall’s (and only Conall’s) Aura, causes the blade to erupt into a blaze that quickly consumes the lance as a whole-- Cróeb Derg. Due to the synergy between the Aura of the wielder and the Aura fueling the flames, Conall is unharmed by the blistering new coat of paint upon Luin--

However, the same cannot be said of his foes.

Favored Dust Element: Fire

Other: Favorite food is Ulster Fry, whilst his least favorite food is hot dogs.
Likes fishing, diving, and track and field.
Dislikes Wolves.
Has bad luck with good women, even despite his handsome face.