Age: 23

Sex: Female

Phenotype: Human

Appearance:
Though the picture doesn't get it across, she's tall, a few inches over six feet, and rather bulky, covered with quite a bit of lean, wiry, powerful muscle. Her usual outfit consists of a white tanktop, a red and white vest jacket (pictured), a pair of white cargo pants, and a pair of white sneakers with red stripe.

Nationality: Atlesian

Weapon: Sigyn - A set of DBPG, or Dust Barrier Projection Gauntlets. With her usual straightforward self, Tori styled it in the fashion of two massive, enormously heavy full-metal plates of armor that encase her arms all the way down to the elbow, heavier than most could lift with one hand. They possess no ranged capabilities, and no special way to augment her punching force (whether it needs augmenting at all is debatable). However, she can insert vials of dust in the side and project the dust in front of her hands to form a barrier. As would be expected, different types of dust produce different types of barriers; red dust will burn what hits it to cinders, light blue dust will freeze it, etc. While she only needs a single hand to create the barrier, a one-handed shield is relatively small and fragile. With hands linked, however, she can create a much more substantial breathing-room space, able to handle even a short volley of artillery fire. If she wants to further bolster the defensive capabilities of her gauntlets, she can encase the barrier of dust with her aura, leaving her personal self with less defense, but everything behind the barrier pretty damn safe. They don't collapse at all, so whenever she's not using them, she straps them to her back. That's quite a feat in itself, as the fists of these gauntlets are about half the size of her torso.

Semblance: Bulwark - Tori can naturally see the aura of others as a bright haze surrounding their body, and at a thought, she can consciously shift any amount of her own aura off of her and onto another. This essentially lets her be a mobile guard unit; if any member of her team runs into trouble and their aura starts depleting, she'll know, and she'll bolster it with her own at the cost of her own vulnerability. Because of this, she has exercised and trained ceaselessly to the point of having a huge amount of raw aura. Just to be very clear, she can only control her own aura, nobody else's.

Aura Color: Brilliant scarlet red.

Team: She was once one a team called WNTR, but it...disbanded quite catastrophically. It was torn apart from the inside out, and it's left her somewhat colder than she once was.

Emblem:

Personality: Tori is, in more ways than one, a guardian, and allergic to bullshit. Generally brusque and gruff to those that she finds even the smallest bit suspicious, she's extraordinarily protective of her friends and team members, and will not hesitate to get up in your face if you try something that endangers those that she cares for. That’s not to say she doesn’t have a fun side; in fact, she thrives on attention and loves being at the center of things, especially parties. If she views you as a threat, though—to herself or her friends—she will not hesitate to drop you. As a byproduct of this straightforward nature, she is brutally honest to everyone, and has no stomach for liars. No matter the motive. In her mind, lying is, without exception, a bad thing to do. As much as she wants to protect people, she has a tendency of not taking care of herself, and often ends up sleeping through the day because she’s so exhausted from pushing herself past when she already should’ve rested. Behind her gruffness and protective nature, there's something fragile and broken deep down within her that goes back to when Team WNTR was torn apart that nobody ever sees. Despite that, true to her nature, she's extremely blunt and straightforward about her past. If you wanted to know about WNTR, she'd tell you.

Background: What’s that? You want to hear about my past?

Sure, I guess. Order another round, I might be a little while.

I was born way up north in the far northern reaches of Mantle. Real little town called Svartheim, barely a blip on the map. Mostly farmers, and some retired hunters like my dad. So me, my dad Bjorn, my mom Frej, and my younger brother Ander—wait, really? I never told you guys I had a brother? Weird—we all lived together in this big house in the middle of town, right? Think about that for a sec. Poor town, wilderness all around, big mansion with one family living in it, mostly malnourished, weak peasants. Svartheim’s the kind of place that draws bandits.

So I was sitting by the windowsill embroidering—hey, don’t laugh, I wasn’t always this unfeminine—when I looked out the window and saw a plume of smoke. I didn’t think it was much, but it slowly spread until there were six or seven pillars rising into the sky. I don’t know what’s going on, so I go to ask my dad, right? And he’s lying there in bed, not paying any attention. I try to talk to him, but if you think I’m stubborn, you’ve never seen my dad. I swear he rolled his eyes when I ran off too.

Outside, I ducked out of sight, just wanting to find out what was going on, when I see it: Ander is on the ground, a man with a huge sword just raising it above his head for the killing blow on my brother. And you all know me. You know that won’t stand. Feeling powerless, I reached out my hand to Ander for what I thought was the last time, then fwoosh! I felt my aura whiff right out of me, and I watched the sword swing down at Ander’s neck…

And it bounced.

It bounced right off him, leaving him even more confused than that highwayman.

Soon after, the bandits left permanently, if you catch my drift. Very permanently. And good riddance. So after I saved Ander’s life, my dad finally got a clue and enrolled me in real education. Went through Atlas Academy without any...without too much trouble, bar one or two notable moments like Reiken deciding to go nuts and kill Warden, and that's what brings me here. As long as I can help the people that are counting on me, I think I'm going to be alright. I just hope it doesn't go south in a big way like the last team I was on.

The last member of my team? No, she's still alive, at least I'm pretty sure she is. She was last I checked, at least, and she's definitely not a pushover. Nimmie Zinnschmidt, her name is. Real weird girl, but we all loved her. She was a lot more attached to Warden than I was, so she really closed up when he died. I haven't seen her in years. I hope I see her again one day.

Damnit, getting maudlin. I've been talking too long and now my throat’s dry. Where’s the second round?

Likes: She finds polishing her gauntlets very therapeutic, and takes great pride in keeping them. In general, she's fastidious, generally taking over the responsibility of keeping wherever she's living at the time neat. She loves nature, especially the mountains. While it's not something she likes more than anything else, per se, she enjoys exercising and is proud of her fitness. Finally, lest you think Tori can't have a good time, she really likes getting drunk.

Dislikes: She doesn't like flippant people. As somebody who takes her duties as a Huntress very seriously, people who treat it like a game or a joke tend to make it into her bad books. As a rule, she generally doesn't like chaos and disorder. Her greatest dislike, however, is duplicity. She vehemently hates two-faced people, and finds it difficult to even tolerate being around them.

Strengths:
1: Tori is...musclebound. As a byproduct of the training that strengthened her aura, her physical body grew too. She is immensely strong.
2: In her own words, “I dare you to try killing me.” Between her weapon and the sheer volume of her aura, she can take a preposterous amount of punishment and pain before ever really suffering through bodily harm. She is the archetypical ‘immovable object.’
3: Though if she doesn’t like you she’s stubborn as a mule, to those that she knows and trusts she’s a very calm person, relaxed and ready to go with the flow. She remains calm under pressure, and is generally a decent fit for leadership roles, despite not being the leader of WNTR.

Weaknesses:
1: Though she has a lot of aura, it’s usually dispersed around whoever she's working with at the moment, leaving her with the same as anyone else, if not less. Even if she is in possession of her aura, she has no idea how to use it offensively with any technique short of “just hit it really hard.”
2: No ranged capabilities whatsoever.
3: Tori can be a bit...obsessive about protection, to the point where if an ally is wounded in a battle—even if it’s barely anything—she destroys herself over not being able to help them.

Relationships: At the moment, nobody.
Other: She has a habit of both making and laughing at terrible puns.
Hex Code: ff2400
Theme: I Will Not Bow

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Name: Lima Vertilano
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Phenotype: Human

Appearance: A person who looks younger than she really is, Lima looks rather childish. No one is sure why she has sustained this kind of look despite being old enough to graduate, but no one really says anything anymore. Standing at a very unintimidating height of 5'2", she isn't a woman you would fear at first glance. She has ruby red eyes and short, dark brown hair. Her clothing is quite a unique one, with hints of green surrounding her black coat and inner clothing. She mainly wears clothing of black and green. She also has what seems to be a gas mask. She seems to favor wearing it whenever there is a fight. It slightly distorts her voice but it just only proves to put off some people new to her since she still keeps her childish tone of voice.

Nationality: Atlesian

Weapon:
Mystic Equinox: It is a rather simple weapon. Taking the form of black, fingerless leather gloves that reach up to her elbows when deactivated, it looks very unassuming. When activated however, what seems to be colored orbs emerge at the back of the glove. One can now easily figure out what exactly Mystic Equinox does, it utilizes dust and releases it through the pores of the gloves. The user would then be free to coat the weapon in the dust of choosing or release it for an attack. If her coat is removed, one could see the vials of Dust which is connected to her gloves, acting as ammunition. It heavily relies on the user's techniques to utilize Dust to their advantage which leads to more training in store for Lima. It should be noted that she cannot make weaponry out of this, only compliments her close quarter combat.

Semblance:
Slime Creation: Lima has the odd semblance to match her silly personality. The creation of what looks to be slimes, with their lime green color scheme to compliment well on her own aura, these slimes do not really look intimidating. Mostly, they appear as blobs walking around with small arms, but she can sometimes, with some effort, make them look something akin to a human. However, their seemingly harmless is just a front. While they aren't as powerful as their creator, they still prove to be quite a distraction and their attacks do hurt if an opponent continues to ignore their hits. The more hits they land on the enemy, the bigger the punishment to the attack is, so it's best to be careful around them or to get rid of them quickly.

They could also be used as 'workers' of sorts as they can carry objects to and fro. You just need to be creative with their usage. Lima seems to prefer to see them as mostly workers instead of warriors but she does use both in desperate times, or when she feels like it.

Aura Color: Lime Green

Team: Team YLOW - Disbanded -
Emblem:

Personality: Lima had been known for her uncontrollable energy. She rarely sits still and if she was, she would often be tapping something or talking endlessly, the former more likely to happen. She seems to have a love for interacting with anyone and everyone. She's a very social person and her cheerfulness and acceptance of almost everyone makes people ease around her. If anything, she only hates the White Fang, no prejudice against other Faunus and those who regret being part of the terrorist group. Of course, if there are other terrorist groups, she wouldn't want to talk with them either. However, if she isn't privy to this information, then she'll probably treat you like any other person out there.

She's a very empathic person which only amplified when she lost a friend. She seems to share the emotions of those around her and she tries her very best to cheer them up whenever she can. However, she understands when someone wants to be alone as she also has those episodes. Rare they may be, they were still there. Lima hates losing people or even things that are important to her. It's part of the reason why she always keeps her weapons and her mask on her person at all times except when she's bathing.

Undoubtedly, she acts like a child ninety percent of the time, even in the battlefield. It's like she never grew up from her time at Haven, hell, even from the time when she was younger and doing mischievous things like painting graffiti on the walls of the lower class towns. No one denies this, not even her. She seems to like to keep her mischievous side. However, she does have her bouts of maturity and has shown to have wisdom beyond her years thanks to having to deal with so many things at such a young age - betrayal from her family and the death of a very close friend. This would cause anyone to suddenly mature after aforementioned events.

Lima never liked to talk about what had happened to her group. In fact, if she could help it, she would steer the conversation another way. When she does talk about it, she describes it very sparingly as she would like to end the topic quickly. It sometimes even leads to her walking away from the conversation. With memories still fresh in her mind, she doesn't seem ready to move on. It may be a liability for others but her other friends have learned that she will move on in her own time. They just have to support her.

Background: Lima had always been an uncontrollable character. With her young and creative mind combined with her lithe body ever since she was a child, she had been quite a troublemaker. Known throughout her childhood as the Graffiti Queen, she had quite a reputation with the lower class citizens and even some upper class citizens. She always wore a mask and no one knew who the Graffiti Queen really was, so she never got into trouble when she decided to enter Haven Academy as a Huntress-in-training. However, if one was smart enough, they can chalk up the appearances of slimes during Graffiti Queen's runs and Lima's own semblance. There were only a few of them who managed to pinpoint this and that, but there was no sufficient evidence to prove that it was really her.

She hailed from a high class family who had dark ties within Mistral's Black Market. The Vertilano family immigrated from Atlas at a time before her birth after deal was struck between their family and another's to establish a connection within Mistral. They soon climbed the ladder to the upper society and were seated among the many who were hailed as rich and famous. However, the Vertilano family almost never associated themselves with the other upper class citizens; instead, they find themselves more in the company of lower class citizens. When Lima was born, they kept it a secret from her even after she had graduated.

Lima had been well known in Haven Academy as that one woman who just doesn't seem to stay still. She had probably made friends with everyone in the Academy by the time she graduated. With a kind smile and a cheerful personality, people are often drawn to her. She likes helping other people, especially those going through hard times so that they know someone does care. She was often referred to as the beacon of energy in her year. She was included in Team YLOW, the only group who could keep up with her energetic ways. The only boy, Orion, was close friends with her and often confided in her on how to approach Yemma, their leader. It had been a whirlwind of events leading to their graduation.

When they were in their third year, they became exchange students in Atlas Academy where they spent a good portion of their third year in. It was a test run to see how well the teams could adapt to their new environment and to learn more about the styles of each Academy. Despite rivalries, they had managed to garner up this plan in hopes to also strengthen relations - one that was kept from even before Atlas was born. It had been a relatively different experience as the style of Atlas Academy varied greatly with Haven. Though Lima thought the air in Atlas was oppressive and one step out of line would cause her a great deal of pain, she had fond memories with making some friends back then.

However, the harsh reality after graduation caught up with her team. Team YLOW decided to stick together even after graduation, and they were one of the most energetic bunch. They eagerly tackles jobs to help out around Mistral and even on other kingdoms. However, at one incident, they had to track down a certain family of Black Market thieves. That was when everything went down for Lima. Turns out, she was hunting down her own family - the Vertilano business was now out and she felt broken. What was worse than finding out that your family was a criminal group when you were trying to fight for the good of all? She began to hate her entire family but never shed the Vertilano name for she believes that she represents the good in the family. Her family was thrown in jail thanks to their crimes and with Lima's watchful eye, they weren't able to escape using the fortune they had made. However, there were still some of her family members who managed to crawl up and show the goodness in their hearts.

The Vertilano family had been reformed, but is still recovering up to now. They invested their remaining money onto select businesses so that cash would still flow. Lima left it to her older cousin to take care of things. The reputation of the family has been slowly recovering, and the issue was swept under the rug. They had to deal with other issues in Mistral after that, but it was relatively easier than taking down her own family whose secrets were well-hidden. After you solve one key piece of the puzzle, everything just unravels. While it wouldn't even be close to enough to actually bring down other big shots, it left a mark and the activity has lowered for now.

Team YLOW's next accident was the one that brought them all apart. After getting the Vertilano family reputation back, they went back on taking big-time missions. They were to work with another team they knew well and it was all going swimmingly until they were lured into a trap by the White Fang. Their leader had died in the battle and they all managed to escape, barely alive. Other more experienced Huntsmen and Huntresses were sent to take care of that certain job after they got the severity of the situation. The remaining team members mourned for the loss. While Lima continued to become a Huntress, the other two fell under the radar. Lima has kept in contact with one of her teammates, Wisteria, who had settled down at a young age. Whenever Lima is on a vacation, she goes to live with her. They often paint together which they auction off to support Wisteria since she doesn't have a stable job. Orion was nowhere to be found though, as he had taken Yemma's death more devastating than the other two since he and the leader were in a relationship. Lima hasn't given up on finding him and still hopes to talk to him one of these days; most likely to help him get closure.

Ever since then, she's been making a living as a lone Huntress. This all happened in the past two years and people felt quite sorry for the group since they fell out so early into the game. However, Lima showed that it didn't bother her that she was alone, but she only hid her insecurities under her cheerful facade. However, people do understand whenever she wants to be alone since it had been understandably recent - seven months prior to the events of now. She seemed to have taken a liking to the particular forgery where she had maintained her equipment. And thank goodness that there was a Dust shop nearby so that she can refill her stocks rather quickly before taking on other missions.

Likes:

• Art
• Fighting
• Her Slimes
• Being a Huntress
• Tea
• Hot Chocolate

Dislikes:

• Her family
• Coffee
• Rude people
• People who judge quickly
• White Fang

Strengths:

• With her experience with the usage of her weapon and continuous training, she has quite the technique to twist the uses of dust for her needs.
• She takes pride in her speed and agility which is also her strongest suits when it comes to battle. Her small figure makes her a little harder to hit, but nothing good aim wouldn't solve. Hit and Run tactic is usually used by her.
• Her slimes are able to lift quite a lot of weight when combined, but does not have the same force for when they attack. They are capable of shooting mid-range projectiles.

Weaknesses:

• Her attacks are often up close and personal, which leads to the problem that she doesn't have that much aura. She needs to dodge a lot of attacks or at least block them so that she wouldn't get taken down too quickly.
• She can't go on missions that would take too long since she has to stop and resupply her dust ammunition. While she does have one extra canister for each one, it would run out after constant battle.
• Her slimes are very ineffective in battle when unarmed since they need to be attacking for quite some time before they actually do damage. They are also one shot kills.
• She has close to no long-range weapons aside from her slimes so she has to quickly close to gap or stay out of their reach if she wants to rest, but can't do any damage from there.

Relationships: TBA
Other:
Hex Code: [color=lime][/color]
Theme:

Weapon:
Ginto has extendable batons as her weapons, having one with her person at all times and three when on missions. She also recently acquired Dust grenades of fire and ice due to one of her teammates offering a discount if she tests them in the field.


Semblance:
Ginto’s semblance is Solid Projection. In battle, her baton is reinforced with a sharp edge or a blunt end depending in the situation. Instead of having her baton reinforced from the start of a fight, she’d summon it up in the middle of an attack, not only surprising her opponent with a bright light, but also with the reach of the blade. She removes her projection afterward so she could follow-up with the unexpected.

She has a trick she calls “Flash”, wherein she picks a small projectile, coats it with her semblance, throw the projectile, then explode it. There’s really no damage done except for the eyes exposed to the light. She uses it as a makeshift flashbang grenade, only without the ringing in the ears, but most definitely with the temporary blindness. It’s why she has sunglasses on, after all.

Another one of her nifty little tricks is “Shield”. With Ginto’s offensive type of combat, she usually has some close calls. During her time in Beacon, she found that she could call on a small shield that absorbs the force and explodes in a shower of light. She doesn’t like using it since her shield drains the equivalent amount of force absorbed. Then again, that usually only happens when in the heat of battle, and she has no other way of keeping herself alive or, at the very least, relatively unharmed.

Outside of combat, she uses her semblance as a faux-telekinetic skill, forming a floating golden hand to pick stuff up. This makes it easier for her to literally multi-task, but if there are more than two hands doing different things, it gets confusing and needs her concentration. She finds it difficult to form shapes without anything solid to anchor her projection, so she counts this as her practice.

Appearance:
Ginto usually wears a two-piece suit, black gloves, black steel-toe boots, and heavily-modified and filtered sunglasses that avoids her turning blind whenever using her semblance. All have gold accents. At first, when her teammates replaced all her casual clothing with the kind she usually wore now, she hated it. It grew on her and now, no matter what her teammates tried, she never went back. She liked how professional it made her look and her teammates did, grudgingly, say that she looked amazing in it.

Aura Color:
Gold

Team: Ginto is a part of the semi-active team MNGT (Midnight). They're a surprisingly tight group despite the fact that the team leader and another member are both tricksters, and the other one bought his way into Beacon. Most of them went their different ways, but they get together when they can, doing missions as a way to catch up on each other’s lives.

Emblem:


Personality:
The cold hatred and hot loathing she feels for the Grimm are still ever-present, only tempered by her times in Signal and Beacon. Instead of hurling all she has against the Grimm in one huge blow, her time in the Academies made her better, laying out careful traps and efficient, yet brutal, strikes. Her times in Signal was focused on a single goal: the death of Grimm. Her interaction with others was stilted, and she's only started to work on it when she was in Beacon. Ginto craves for meaningful and loyal relationships, be it platonic or romantic. She may seem cold and apathetic to others at first, but once you gain her trust, she'll be your staunchest ally and friend. One of the main reasons she remains quiet is because she’s a bit awkward when it comes to making conversation. The accompanying mean look is simply there to dissuade people from laughing at her faux-pas, though it doesn’t always work.

When her friendship and loyalty is acquired, however, take care to never betray her. No amount of affection or sympathy will be given to those who turn their back against her.

Background:
Ginto was raised on Vale but outside its kingdom. She lived happily in a village consisting of Hunter families who preferred to be outside of the walls of Vale, being one with nature (and, in her later years, realizing how expensive living within the Kingdoms were). She had friends and, generally, had fun being a child with simple dreams. Unfortunately, tragedy struck.

It all happened in a perfectly mundane day. Ginto went to her classes, talked with her friends at school, played with the other children, ate lunch in the cafeteria, went back to classes again, then went home to get dinner and some homework done. Yet, when night fell, a hoard of Grimm attacked without warning, taking the whole village in surprise.

Ginto woke up at the sight of her mother in full Huntress gear, dagger-spear strapped on her belt. Her mother made her wear a small backpack before ushering her downstairs and past the door to see the chaos outside: fire raged everywhere. Her father was keeping off Grimm in their property. People ran. There was still organization behind it all, the cluster of people defended at all sides by professional Hunters.

They joined that group, managing to avoid any more casualties beyond those lost in the first wave of attack. They all thought that everything was fine, that they escaped that disaster, but they thought wrong. While retreating to safety, a large pack of Beowolves led by an Alpha blindsided them with their ambush. Her mother engaged the pack without hesitation, while her father followed to assist.

Ginto was left behind, torn between staying with her parents and running away with the group. The decision was made for her when one of her neighbors dragged her away, hauling her on his shoulder as they ran. The last memory she has of her parents were their backs, where they were slowly swallowed up by the unrelenting Grimm.

She didn’t remember much of what happened after. In fact, when she came to, she was safe within the walls of Vale and enrolled a year early in Signal Academy. While hatred and loathing fuelled her to be the best that she could in the Academy, Ginto made a promise to herself. She would never let herself feel so useless ever again. She would not leave behind those that she cares for. And she would not let herself get left behind.

Likes:
Childhood memories, hot chocolate, midnight sky, and falling stars; Team MNGT and friends from the Academy; killing Grimm and saving people

Dislikes:
The fact that her projection is shiny as heck, camping out, the Grimm (specifically Beowolves) and the despair they force upon the world, human and faunus assholes, and those that leave people behind

Strengths:
Ginto is a close combat specialist using a baton. Ginto has a considerable amount of Aura, allowing her to tank some damage as well as dish them out in conjunction with her semblance. Her loyalty is one of her strong points as well. She cherishes the connections she has and keeps it close to her heart. She takes relationships very seriously and cares a great deal on her friend's well-being. If an action doesn’t conflict with her moral alignment, then she quite literally subscribes to the quote: “Ride or die.”

Weaknesses:
Ginto is absolutely and hilariously bad when it comes to the art of stealth. She doesn’t exactly stomp or drag her feet around, but her footsteps are just heavy. It doesn’t help that her semblance quite literally shines a bright gold color whenever used. Her team leader jokingly remarked that Ginto’s version of stealth is where no one lives to tell the tale. Speaking of her semblance, while Ginto has a lot of Aura, her semblance drains too much when maintained for too long. Complicated tricks like walls or spiky grounds that consume a large area and are expected to maintain solidity take a fourth of her full aura pool.

Ginto is surprisingly gullible. She expects people to do her the same courtesy she gives others: truth. Her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired given that her blunt honesty sticks where it hurts. There's also the fact that she doesn't realize that what she said is hurtful. Sarcasm doesn't always work against her, but when she hears one and is not sure on how to respond, she defaults to a "thank you". Ginto is also easily goaded. She'll jump in your defense if needed, literally subscribing to the quote "Ride or Die". Unfortunately for some of the temporary teammates she works with on missions, she expects them to do the same. If given the choice between the assignment and the people, she'll pick people's safety most of the time.

Relationships: TBA

Other:

• Her name translates to “Golden Star”.
• She’s a Grimm magnet.
• She's homosexual.

Hex Code: d78e21
Theme: We All Become One

Name: Trey Sparks

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Phenotype: Human

Appearance:
Trey's outward appearance is mostly superficial, as most of his body is just covered with synthetic skin that allows him to still look human for the most part. However, he does prefer to appear as his old self (or at least what he imagines himself to look like at his current age). Thankfully, most of his facial features and organs are still real flesh, bar his right eye and cheekbone. Trey often prefers to wear comfortable clothes, although just like his skin, they are superficial at best and serve no real purpose other than allowing him to fit in. He can usually be seen wearing a simple coat, shirt and pants along with a plain pair of boots.

Nationality: Valean

Weapon:



Cybernetics: Trey's body has been heavily modified with cybernetics, making him more machine than man. Due to his condition and long history of modifications, Trey has less than half of his original body mass that's still organic. And even then, it's mostly his internal organs and bone structures that remain, most of the skin and muscles have been replaced. The material on top may give him the appearance of looking human, however it is really just synthetic skin Trey uses in order to look more human. The right side of his body, where the disease began to spread, is nearly 100% mechanical. The cybernetic body is powered by a combination of a miniature reactor that replaced Trey's heart and his semblance. Trey uses his body not only as a permanent life-support system but also as a weapon, taking advantage of enhanced qualities such as speed, strength and durability. His right arm in particular is his favored melee weapon, as it is completely cybernetic and can be easily repaired if damaged. Trey's body is capable of going into an "over-drive" state when used in conjunction with his semblance, which increases his speed and strength by a bit for a period of time. However, this move damages his body internally after several uses and Trey must repair it after usage.



Coil Gun: Trey carries a large revolver capable of firing normal or dust rounds. When not in use, it is disassembled and kept in his right forearm. Due to the caliber of this weapon and the recoil, Trey has to "lock down" his body and stop moving before firing. It boasts an impressive range and penetration, however it can only hold 6 rounds.

Semblance:
Heat: Trey's semblance allows him to heat up his body greatly, hot enough set combustible materials that touch his body on fire. Naturally while using his semblance, Trey is immune to any damages from high temperatures. However, his semblance only works with his organic body, meaning it is practically useless at this point outside of powering his body. Trey most often uses it to turn his body into the "over-drive" mode, but he finds his semblance to be a double-edged sword. Even though his cybernetic body is designed to be resistant to heat, it isn't immune. And if Trey acts carelessly, he is capable of melting down vulnerable parts of the cybernetics.

Aura Color: Orange

Team: MNGT

Emblem:

Personality:
Trey is laid back and relaxed, who likes to enjoy the "little things" in life. He hates structured lifestyle and schedules, preferring to live life freely. Therefore, Trey does have problems with those who attempt to exercise power over him, such as authorities, although he does understand their purpose. Unusually for a Huntsman, Trey holds no more hatred than "normal" towards Grimms, although he likes to think that he is living whatever is left in his life as meaningfully as possible. He does find meaning in helping others feel safe and live comfortable lives.
Trey attempts to enjoy everything he can while he is still "human". Thankfully, some of his internal organs and most of his facial structures are still flesh, meaning he can still enjoy acts such as eating, drinking, etc. He often goes out of his way to find delicious food or try new things. As well as doing anything he still considers "human" such as listening to music, cooking and reading paper books. But most of all, he greatly appreciates connections to other people, especially his teammates. Those he considers his friends, Trey will treat them with utmost kindness and respect. Of course, that doesn't mean he'll try to be normal by saying sarcastic jokes or teasing them.

Background:
Ironically, Trey's life as a Huntsman began with the announcement of his death. Contracting a rare, incurable disease called "Chronic Necrosis" (disease known to slowly rot away the patient's body starting from the extremities such as fingertips), Trey's fate was sealed. Trey's parents, prestigious and wealthy beings, attempted to find solutions to their son's illness to no avail. However, a small ray of hope came across them; while the disease could not be cured, it could be slowed if the decaying body parts were to be replaced by cybernetics. Since the disease worked itself from the tip of the body towards the head, theoretically, Trey will be able to survive for as long as he kept replacing his flesh with mechanicals. Although not a complete solution to the tragedy at hand, Trey's parents readily accepted this, if it meant that their son would live more years. Thus Trey began to walk the path of a man who would become more machine than human. Backed by top medical and engineering bought with the family wealth, it began with his right fingers. Then his hand... then arm... on and on.
By the time Trey understood and accepted in his heart what was happening, he began seeing the horror in his parents eyes. But he could not blame them, who could? Seeing their beloved son being turned more and more into a cold steel slab every passing year would be enough to drive any parents towards insanity. Thus Trey decided... to leave home, to become a Huntsman. He knew he wouldn't find meaning in life by doing nothing but prolonging his short existence. Although disapproving, his parents accepted his decision, knowing that being together would only bring them all more pain and suffering. They thought it would be for the best if Trey would walk the path of his choice. Thanking his parents for their understanding, Trey left to become a student at Beacon.

Likes: Food, tea, tinkering with mechanical stuff, reading/watching anything, sleeping, teammates and friends from school, feeling human

Dislikes: Bugs (both insects and mechanical bugs in his body), coffee, getting attention, training (although he does like training with his teammates), being compared to robots

Strengths:
Trey is capable of surviving without normal necessities such as food, water and air for longer periods than most people. Additionally, unlike most living bodies that require time to heal (and even then, may not completely - such as dismembered limbs) Trey's body just requires repairs and replacements, making him very durable by most standards. By carrying several key spare parts with him, Trey is more than capable of waging battles of attrition and going on prolonged missions. Additionally, Trey's body is always capable of being upgraded or modified in order to fit the mission at hand, allowing him to have flexibility in his abilities.

Weaknesses:
Trey's body is his most powerful weapon but also his greatest weakness. Materials such as water is capable of short-circuiting his body if applied in large amounts in the wrong places. Similarly, any anti-cybernetic weaponry such as EMP bursts will disable his body. Without his body functioning properly, Trey will most definitely die, as it serves as a life-support system to what little biological components he has left. Otherwise, Trey is not particularly lacking in any specific areas although he does complain about how he can't use his revolver while moving.
Trey does suffer from thanatophobia (fear of death) and following anxiety. Ever since he heard about his condition and the impending doom that awaits him, his ideals of living like others have been shattered, which remains forever in him as a trauma. Even though he has accepted the fact that he will never live a long life and must cope with his mechanical body, he still feels much fear and depression about his fate.
Lastly, Trey can only improve in skill so much. He is not capable of getting stronger and faster by training like most other Huntsmen or Huntresses. Although he does compensate by upgrading his parts, his limits are very clear.

Relationships: TBA

Other:

Hex Code: #FF4500

Theme:

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Name: Lemony Leatherback
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height/Weight: 6'1'' (185cm) in heels/151 lbs. (68.5 kg)
Species: Turtle Faunus

Personality: Lemony gives off the impression of someone living in a turtle shell if you settle for just observing her from afar, as she never seems to talk and avoids contact with most people. However this couldn't be farther from the truth. Lemony is actually very friendly and outgoing, almost a little dorky, but chooses her friends selectively and limits her social interactions outside of a small circle due to deep-seated paranoia and trust issues. She can't speak for fear of showing people her mouth, so she mostly communicates by typing on her Scroll instead, pretending to be mute rather than exposing herself as a Faunus. Her Faunus trait also impacts her diet, which consists mostly of seafood like sushi and shrimp on account of her difficulties with the mechanical aspects of digestion. Her favorite food, which she'll only eat when she's convinced no one is looking, is jellyfish, which she'll eat dried, fried, or even fresh (sometimes in a bowl of ice cream). Despite her fears, she doesn't believe all humans are bad people, just that both humans and Faunus are equally capable of committing both good and evil acts, which is a big part of why she hates the White Fang (but not the biggest). Her Faunus heritage causes her embarrassment but not shame, and she believes in the teachings the real White Fang espoused: acceptance and peaceful protest.
Biography: Born both the daughter of a sailor and a Turtle Faunus with a very interesting trait, Lemony's life has been anything but normal since day one. While she looks innocent enough on the outside, the real nightmare is on the inside, as Lemony's random Faunus trait didn't end up being something as cute as flippers or a half-formed turtle shell. No, she got this, the terror-inducing harvester maw of the otherwise innocent-looking leatherback sea turtle. As a result, she couldn't eat right, couldn't talk right, and looked just plain frightening when she opened her mouth. While she was a nice enough girl, adorable even, people pissed themselves every time she tried to talk or smile, and thus they ended up largely avoiding her. However, her father, the ship's captain, was determined to make up for all the love and attention other people wouldn't give her, and doubled-up on his dad duties, bringing his baby girl with him on every trip he made out into the deep blue. As a result she was raised a sailor, and knows life out on the ocean like the back of her hand. She even learned how to fight from her dad, becoming skilled in one on one combat defending the ship and its occupants from pirates and aquatic Grimm, which in those days were far more uncommon. However, tragedy struck without warning as the ship became embroiled in a conflict between human forces and the White Fang during an otherwise routine cruise. One of the passengers they'd chartered, a young Faunus boy with red hair, no more than six or seven years older than Lemony, was revealed to be an agent of the White Fang, a terrorist wanted for dozens of crimes all across Remnant. His name was Adam Taurus. He took the crew and her father hostage, dispatching Lemony with ease, and in the ensuing raid by Atlas soldiers to retake the boat and capture the wanted terrorist, he killed her father as part of a bid to buy time and escape, leaving Lemony, beaten, bruised, and all alone in the world. Wracked with grief, she took the only memento her father had left her, the sword which had killed him, and left, disappearing without a trace. She sailed the world aimlessly for years, a silent young girl traveling from port to port and dispatching criminals and Grimm with ruthless efficiency, like some sort of cowboy of the seas. Whether unconsciously or intentionally, she'd begun using the sword that had belonged to the young boy, now a man, imitating his style. Her mind was set on one thing, and one thing only. Find Adam Taurus. Get revenge. After years of fruitless searching, she enrolled in Beacon, hoping that as a Huntress she'd have more opportunities and resources at her disposal to track down and kill her father's murderer. And now the story begins...
Reason for becoming a Huntress: "..."

Weapon(s): Jetstream (tonfa gunblade)

• Lemony is a tonfa user, practicing the three grip method of honte-mochi (normal), gyakute-mochi (reverse), and tokushu-mochi (special) used in Okinawan martial arts. While tonfas are traditionally dual-wielded to provide a two-handed offense as well as protection for both arms, Lemony instead uses one, abnormally long tonfa, for reasons that will soon become clear. The weapon's grip possesses a rather conspicuous and unique feature, that being a trigger that makes the short end look like a gun barrel. This isn't at all far from the truth, as the weapon is mostly hollow and fitted with a rifling mechanism that ejects whatever's inside the hollow tube at explosive speeds upon firing with the trigger. And what's inside the tonfa, you might ask? A full-length katana, sharpened to a razor's edge and imbued with the power of Dust. Thus does the weapon's purpose become clear. The tonfa itself is merely a concealment for the hidden blade, which lies in wait for the chance to land a single, deadly strike before returning to its sheath. A second weapon would merely impede the process of catching the blade when it's being fired out of the barrel at such explosive speed, and should Lemony choose to fight two-handed, both the sword and the tonfa can be comfortably used without having to sheath a cumbersome third weapon. It's a weapon specialized for iaijutsu, with its functionality as a tonfa a distant second consideration.

Semblance: Red Sun

• By accelerating her own metabolism to unheard of levels, Lemony is able to build up immense heat within her body and release it as a burst of kinetic energy, either projecting it outward as a beam or using it to enhance a single strike. This manifests as a change in the color of the stripes on her coat, first heating to red, then yellow, and eventually blue. Red is too weak and blue too exhausting, so Lemony usually sticks to yellow. Additionally, if she projects the energy using her sword, then the blast of kinetic energy will also carry the same attribute of Dust as the sword, allowing her to launch elemental attacks.

Misc: Desperately wishes she could whistle.

Name: Azu Vermilion
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Phenotype: Human
Appearance:

Nationality: Atlesian
Weapon:
Arsenal - A weapon of her own design, Arsenal is a handheld device similar to a pistol, however instead of firing bullets it can be loaded with either powered or crystalline Dust. Powdered Dust, loaded into the gun via a prepared magazine, creates a short range but wide cloud of the appropriate effect. When combined with her semblance, this effect can be guided into whatever use she desires. Dust Crystals, built in as part of the weapon in the form of a revolver barrel, allows the weapon to fire beams of light instead, creating a long range, but much less powerful alternative to the limited powdered variant. When not in use, the revolver barrel splits in half and folds neatly into the body of the weapon.

Legacy - The sword belonging to Azu's father. She has never drawn it, and doesn't even know what it looks like without the sheath. She swore only to use it once she found her father's killer, and carries it with her always. It appears to be a fairly ordinary two handed broadsword with a hole in the bottom of the hilt, which seems to run all the way into the blade.

Semblance:
Structure - Order and planning. That is what Azu values most, and it is reflected in her semblance. Azu has the ability to divert part of her aura into a hologram like state, making it visible to others and transcribing her thoughts into physical space. The images she creates are wireframe and transparent, making them almost useless on their own, but by channeling Dust through the images Azu can create a much more controlled reaction than normal, allowing her to do things like craft weapons from ice and rock or guide blasts of fire or water. Materializing anything complicated takes a lot of concentration, so she can easilly be overwhelmed in combat if she isn't careful.

Aura Color: Marine
Team:
Emblem:


Personality:
Azu is calm and calculating, with an emphasis on planning everything out before she does it. While not unfriendly or cold, Azu's friendship often appears drastically different than normal, such as 'gifting' a thorough schedule to someone falling behind in classes. She prefers to keep her own problems close to her chest, afraid to show weakness or worry around others.
Background:
Azu and her father lived alone for as long as she could remember. They had a somewhat idyllic life, tucked away in the outskirts of Mantle. Despite their lack of money, her and her father managed to live happy, carefree lives. Her father owned a small weapon shop, and they made enough to get by on the profits from that, and were safe from Grimm thanks to his experience as a Huntsman. Early on, Azu discovered a love of math, planning, and preparedness, and took over running the books from her father. With her in charge, the shop became more and more profitable, and as a reward for her hard work, Azu's father helped her design and create Arsenal.

For the most part, their life was as good as it could be, and Azu would have lived there all her life, if not for one stupid man and one crafty one.

That night, it was cold and rainy, and Azu was in the back room of the shop with the records while her father was closing up. Just before he went to lock the door, she heard it crash open and saw a thin, hooded figure barge in. The man immediately pointed a gun at her father and started yelling at him, making barely comprehensible demands. Azu grabbed Arsenal and tried to help her father, but the door to her room was held fast, stuck ajar by her father's semblance. She could only watch helplessly as the situation devolved, the man becoming increasingly agitated as her father tried to calm him. Finally, with the hostilities coming to a head, the man shot him in the chest. With her father no longer young and already exerting himself to keep her out of the situation, it was enough to hurt him. He fell, still keeping his hold on her door, and she watched as the man grabbed him by his hair and dragged him outside, where the growling of Grimm could already be heard. It only took moments for her father to scream in pain and be cut off, and with the end of his terror came the end of his semblance, the door Azu was pushing against swinging wide open. She ran outside, Arsenal clutched in her hand, but instead of finding the army of Grimm she expected, she saw their bodies already disappearing. Standing in the center of the scene was another man radiating malevolence with a bone white sword in his hand. The robber turned murderer was in front of the man, begging on his hands and knees. "I did what you told me to! Take me to see her!" The man with the sword grinned evilly as he replied. "You will see her again, as promised." Moments before he swiped his sword through the other man's neck.

Frozen in terror, Azu could only stare as the only man left standing turned to her, his grin widening as he saw the weapon clutched in her shaking hands. "I'm afraid there can be no witnesses." He said, raising his sword one last time. He never got the chance to finish his swing, however, as a burst of light exploded between them. The last thing Azu saw before passing out from shock was the silhouette of a tall man with short, spiky hair.

The man who saved her was a huntsman, she found out later. He told her what happened after she passed out, who he was, and who her father's killer was. The man was a mercenary named Ivo Kletes, a sadistic man who manipulated others into killing his targets. After he revealed the man's name, Azu tried to immediately leave to hunt him down, but the huntsman refused to let her go. Instead, he convinced her to enroll in Atlas Academy and become a huntress. Her training was grueling, with classes pushing her to her limits and her own personal training pushing her far beyond that. She sold her father's store, keeping only Arsenal and her father's sword, Legacy. Now in her third year, Azu has chosen to undertake a mission in the town of Mission, a place known for weaponmaking. Her choice, however, has nothing to do with her upbringing, and everything to do with rumors of a man sighted nearby, wearing a black cloak and wielding a bone white sword.

Likes:
-Planning
-Learning
-Cats
-Sweets
Dislikes:
-Slobs
-Excuses
-Goats
-The color white
Strengths:
-Azu is highly inteligent, almost drinking information like a sponge. She has never gotten less than an exceptional grade in classes involving history or theory.
-Azu has a heightened sense of spacial awareness and kinetic sense, and is able to keep track of an entire battlefield and her place in it. She often uses her environment to her advantage durring combat.
Weaknesses:
-Azu has always struggled in weaponleas combat, and prefers to stay far back from her opponent. Even when forced into close quarters, she will switch to using a broadsword rather than her hands.
-Azu rarely if ever works well with a group. She only ever tries to excell alone, honing her own abilities and excluding her team. She has been punished more than once for running ahead on her own and leaving her team behind.