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Full Name: Bren Adalwolf
_{Bren: means fire
Adalwolf: noble wolf}

Nickname/Alias: None

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance Description: Bren is tall and well built which makes him look slightly older than he is. This along with his fiery red hair and bright blue eyes makes him difficult to miss, even when standing in the midst of a crowd. He walks with a great deal of grace and confidence, as his parents taught him, that makes it clear he is comfortable in any situation (even if he isn't). He does try to make sure he is presentable in every sense of the word, despite this his hair is always a slight mess, though not for lack of trying.

Clothing wise he is always dressed nicely, unless he is relaxing by himself, even if the situation doesn't necessarily call for it. While nice he does also make sure to keep practicality as the most important aspect of what he wears whether that be a convenient holster for his weapon or combat boots. No matter what he's wearing there is always a jacket or long coat over the top of it, though this is mostly out of habit from growing up in a colder climate. He mostly prefers lighter, monochromatic shades with a few splashes of color, very similar to his weapon.

Allusion: Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld


Personality: Confident and approachable, Bren is an easy person to get along with provided you don't get on his bad side. If that's the case he tends to be harsh and snappish, but thankfully it takes a lot to get to that point. He is hard working at anything and everything, but mainly things that grab his interest completely. He can be somewhat easily distracted so if it doesn't work out every part of his brain and body he's more than likely to lose interest pretty quickly. However, if someone gets him talking about a topic he has a great deal of interest in it's difficult to get him to stop.

He's strongly of the opinion that no one should be judged by who they are or where they're from, but rather the quality of their character. He'll take the time to get to know someone before really deciding if he wants to be their friend or not. Some people see this as putting in too much effort on things that mean very little, but Bren is of the mind that the types of people you spend time with reflect the type of person you are. Being an only child allowed him to really appreciate the company of other people his age, but it also had the side effect of making him somewhat unsure of how to interact with them. He's able to easily cover up his nerves for the most part unless someone catches him off guard.

It does take some work to get him to care deeply about someone or something, not to say that he's against closeness by any means, but he wants to make sure it's worth his time. Like many of the other students at Beacon, training to become an amazing huntsman is something he throws himself into 100% and if someone seems like they're giving less than that he's not so inclined to put in the effort of knowing them. If he is putting the work to better himself, and those on his team, he expects others to do the same. This does make him appear disinterested at points, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Once he gets to know someone well he loosens up quite a bit. He's much more willing to make jokes and hang around just because he enjoys the company of his friends. If he truly cares about someone he is strongly protective of them, a bit like a guard-dog.

Likes:

• Dogs
• Music
• Running
• Sweets
• Myths

Dislikes:

• Laziness
• Unnecessary Violence
• Writing
• Loud Noises

Motivation: Learn and grow as much as he can to protect the people he cares for

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual



Country of Origin: Atlas
Bio: Bren was born in Atlas and is the only child of Emil and Isolde Adalwolf. His father works for one of the many technological companies in the city of Atlas and is a brilliant mind that is focused on the betterment of society for the people there, and he is stringently against the sorts of unethical practices that some of the other companies dabble in. His mother on the other hand is not the high society wife that one might expect of a wealthy businessman, but rather an accomplished huntress in her own right. She attended Atlas Academy and had little trouble holding her own.

His father was elated when they had a son and he immediately wanted Bren to follow in his footsteps and learn the intricacies of science and technology for the betterment of Remnant, but Bren was much more interested in what his mother did. She would return from hunts all through his early childhood with fascinating stories of the battles she participated in sparking his love of mythology and stories. Not to say he didn't heed his father and learn some of what Emil did for a living, but he could never quite grasp the depth of mechs coding. Rather he asked his mother to teach him combat moves from an early age, and he found that was where his passion was.

Once he got old enough he begged his parents to allow him to attend a combat school and, while his father was hesitant, his mother was all for it. Given prior experience with his family he was able to make a name for himself at the school, despite the highly competitive nature of it, and thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent learning and practicing both at school and at home.

When he turned 17 his mother expected him to apply to the Atlas Academy, and he knew he would've been able to get in with little trouble, but Atlas always felt so closed off and insular to him. Living there had it's perks, but he wanted to know how other parts of the world differed from the one he grew up in. With his parents permission, though it was a bit of a fight to get, he was permitted to attend Beacon Academy where he hopes to learn what he didn't in Atlas.



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Semblance: Void's Spirit-Allows for the summoning of three shadowy, lupine spirits that can be directed as allies in battle to attack and defend. Bren can choose to summon the spirits individually as the strength of them goes down with each additional one that is brought onto the battlefield. The spirits are free to act within the orders that Bren gives them whether that be to attack the nearest enemy or guard an ally or location, but they must remain within a certain distance of him or else they vanish. Each spirit has it's own personality that can make them a hassle to control when all three are summoned at once, but careful focus and training can make it manageable.

Full Name:
Yín Yuèliang
Nickname/Alias:
Yin
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Faunus
Appearance Description:

Allusion:
Moon Hare


Personality:
Likes:

• Item A
• Item B
• Item C

Dislikes:

• Item A
• Item B
• Item C

Motivation:
To prove her worth—and the worth of her people—to the world.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual


Country of Origin: Atlas
Bio:


Weapon: Eclipse Phase
Semblance: Panacea

Skye Sfyri

Full Name: Violet Skye Sfyri
_{Violet: The color violet
Sky: A light shade of blue
Sfyri: Greek word for Hammer}

Nickname/Alias: Sky
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance Description: A wiry, tan girl of short stature. She has big, purple eyes. Skye has shoulder length violet hair tied into two ponytails. She's never seen without her lucky green hat. She likes to wear a light blue mechanics jumpsuit and boots. Her clothes are covered in straps to hold various satchels full of tools, and she usually is wearing a heavy backpack. Her left arm and right leg have been amputated below the elbow and knee respectively. They have been replaced with mechanical limbs of her own design.
Allusion: Hephaestus, Greek God of the Forge


Personality: A good natured, self conscious girl who loves to make friends, even if she's quite shy. She likes making jokes but she's the type of person who's joke gets repeated louder, and everyone laughs at that instead. Often she gets lost in her own head, dreaming of designs for weapons, vehicles, and robots- the three things she loves most in this world. Clever and intelligent, except when it comes to people. But she likes people, even if they can confuse and hurt her with words. Sky wears her heart on her oil stained sleeve. She believes in the good of humanity.

Sky can be scared quite easily, not exactly being a very brave or confrontational person. She prefers to support others rather than face conflict alone. Sky also doesn't think very much of herself or her abilities, and she's struggled continuously with low self-esteem. She loves building and inventing things, but when she isn't doing that she's usually playing video games or listening to/ trying to create her own music. Sky is a creative type, and though she loves mechanics she's also trying to make arts and crafts of various kinds with just as varying success. Sky like to experiment or try new things in life, even if change can be scary.

Her main interest is in vehicles. Cars, trucks, ships, boats. Anything that carries someone from point A to point B. She loves it, she eats it up, it's her favorite thing and she's incredibly knowledgeable on the subject. She speaks to them like they're her pets.

Likes:

Creating and inventing
Vehicles of any kind
Cool Weapons
Cool Robots
Cool Cars
Her Robo-dog
People in general
Heavy metal music
Being alone, sometimes
Compassion and kindness
Her lucky hat
Just relaxing and taking things slow
Vale pride!

Dislikes:

Bullies
Confrontation and arguments
Destruction of creations
Eating
Scary movies
Close-minded people
Violence against humans and faunus

Motivation: Finding a place to belong
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual


Country of Origin: Vale
Bio: Violet was raised by her adopted mother and father, Tiffany and Indigo Sfyri. She was born with a deformed right leg. Her mother was a human engineer and her father was an accountant, a poet in his free time, and a faunus. She loves them dearly. She also has an older sister, Azul. Azul is sixteen years older than her, and is a cat faunus like her father. The Sfyri family adopted Violet because they wanted another child but Tiffany was worried her age might cause complications.

Inheriting Tiffany's love of mechanics and Indigo's passion for creativity, Violet decided from a young age to give Atlas a run for their money as to which nation has the best tech. Mechanics, artificial intelligence, weaponry- Violet loved it all. She had a hard time picking which thing to settle down on. Being born firmly middle class meant Sky could go to a good school to further her passions. So she did. Azul became a soldier and when she came around to visit, taught Sky how to defend herself. Azul is kind of a short-tempered person so she wasn't the best teacher. They both find it funny in retrospect.

Sky's life changed one day when she and her father were visiting Tiffany in her place of work. Sky was 14, and already innovating in the field of artificial technology. However, mercenaries attacked the workshop, looking to steal its secrets and technology to sell and use to gain more power. This wasn't the main issue- during the attack the mercenaries opened the pathway for Grimm. A beowolf attacked her and her father. Her father almost lost his life, being severely wounded. Sky faired worse, losing her left arm. This stressful moment was also the day she unlocked her Semblance, Technopathy, which she used to try and help her family escape before the Grimm got her. They were only saved by the intervention of a Huntress.

That was the day she wanted to learn to truly defend herself and others so that no one could hurt those she cared about with her being helpless. Azul came over and their training picked up. Violet wanted to become a Huntress, just like the one that had saved her. Three years later, and here she is.

In the meantime she built herself an armored truck she named Baby Blue and a robo-dog named Robo-dog. She helped her mother with her engineer contracts, getting access to equipment she normally would not be able too. Her Semblance made her a great trouble shooting asset, as well, so she is in the good graces of many manufacturing workshops across Vale.




Weapon: Big Wrench

Big Wrench is a big wrench. It's a two handed crescent wrench, like a great mace. In the center of the crescent wrench there's a hole to fire projectiles from. The back of the Big Wrench has a stock and trigger guard, and receptacle to put in Cells. The crescent can spin horizontally, increasing its power.

The Big Wrench fires molten metal in many different forms. The simplest one a short ranged spray, like a liquid flame thrower. It can also be used to fire sharpnel or slugs. The molten metal has a sticky consistency, making it difficult for Grimm to get out of once it has them ensared. The spinning crescent can be heated up, creating a powerful impact point for enhanced damage. It uses custom-made reusable Cells full of hot liquid that she keeps in her heat resistant backpack/toolbox. The Cells can be enhanced with different types of Dust, but she hasn't experimented with it much at all due to how expensive Dust is.

Semblance:

Technopath: An empathy for machines.

Her Aura can be linked with machines if she is touching them. Her Aura gains strength from machines and her Aura protects the machines she touches. This includes vehicles, weapons, and devices. When touching a device she can control it and speak to it. It can "talk" to her, telling her what its seen, diagnose its own problems.

The machines under her influence become enhanced by Aura. They can also bend and move strangely organically, like they almost become alive. Cars can ben their wheels and chassis like limbs, weapons twitch when they sense enemies.

She can repair and interface with mechanical devices effortlessly, including her own artificial limbs. She's a master car driver and engineer.

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Full Name: Fen Saffron
_{Fen: Shortened version of Fenrir, the mythological wolf in Norse Myth.
Saffron: A shade of yellow/orange.}

Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Faunus
Appearance Description: Fen stands at 6 feet, but it can be hard to tell when he's in his usual hunched stance. His body is also surprisingly toned considering how lean he appears. His black shaggy hair is long enough to cover his wolf ears on the top of his head, and accentuates his yellow eyes. He usually keeps a disgruntled look on his face, but when he encounters something that amuses or excites him, he flashes a grin, showing his sharp teeth. For clothing, he prefers light clothing suitable for the desert. But he always wears his light yellow scarf, an old gift from his father.
Allusion: Big Bad Wolf

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Personality: At first, Fen seems lethargic. He seems disinterested in everything, and when he talks, it's only a couple words at best. Still, this makes him surprisingly approachable as he treats everyone with a casual manner. However, this outward demeanor is partially a facade to catch people off-guard. He loves riling people up, whether it's getting close up to people, or making the occasional acerbic remark amidst his listless comments.

Fen's true personality is certainly more active. He prefers observing others, enjoys getting people out of their comfort zone, and engaging in banter. Despite this irritating behavior, Fen doesn't do this out of malice. He likes people, but feels like he can't help himself with teasing people. He wouldn't want to push someone too far with his actions, and dislikes people who do. He's loyal to anyone he considers a friend, and makes blunt remarks as he would hate to lie to them.

While he isn't a bookworm, Fen enjoys learning about new things. He'll observe how people do things, and will listen intently to their words. Part of it stems from his perceived lack of purpose; Compared to others, he doesn't have any particular reason to be a huntsman, nor does he put any heavy effort in doing so. And it's because of that, that he wants to seek something more than fighting and aggravating people for fun.

Likes:
Eating
Learning about new things
Finding new hobbies
Teasing people
Things he finds cute

Dislikes:
Hunger
People who abuse their power
Being deceived
Making cute things cry
Having nothing to strive for

Motivation: Because he's good at hunting. And he wants to find more meaning in it.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

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Country of Origin: Vacuo

Bio: As far as he could remember, Fen was always traveling with a person he called his father, an old huntsman known as Aramis Saffron. He didn't know his exact origins, whether Aramis was his actual father, or perhaps he was found after some Grimm attack as a sole survivor. His father never talked about it, nor did Fen ever care about where he came from. Whatever the case was. Fen simply followed his father wherever he went, generally in areas where Grimm attacked. His upbringing was a spartan one; His father taught Fen what he needed to survive, but he often had to endure on his own due to the perils of the Vacuo desert and his father's occupation. But despite this bizarre and dangerous life, Fen enjoyed it. Eventually however, his father enrolled him into the nearest combat school, only stating to Fen that he taught all he could to him.

Fen never questioned Aramis, but he wondered what exactly he was suppose to learn in school. Anything involving fighting felt easy to him, compared to what he faced before. His feelings slowly changed however, as he began to communicate with the people around him. He was used to letting his father doing all the talking whenever they went to a settlement. But now, he had to do it himself. He found that people actually wanted to interact with him, whether it's to teach them something he did naturally, or just to get to know the aloof faunus.

While he never fully connected with anyone in his school days, Fen felt a twinge of regret not doing so. But he also gained a sense of curiosity of the world. And it was seeing this newfound interest in new things that Aramis decided to transfer Fen to Beacon Academy, a place where Fen could broaden his horizons.

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Weapon: Fen uses a pair of boxy-looking tonfas called Gjöll. They can fire rifle rounds through the long shaft, and the grips have separate triggers in them on each side, letting him either fire them normally, or use the recoil to strengthen his melee strikes. Additionally, he can combine the bottom sides of Gjöll into one, forming blades at the end and letting him use it as a axe. As the tip is uncovered, he can still fire rounds, and he can even load a more powerful dust bullet in axe mode. The axe can also unload a bipod in this form, in case Fen needs support for both aiming and the massive recoil from firing.

Semblance: Fen's Semblance Devour, lets him absorb kinetic energy to empower him. As he gains more energy, his physical capabilities become stronger. He can even unleash all the energy at once for a single attack, although he has to use all of it.

Fen has two different ways he can absorb energy. He can passively gain the energy made from his own movements, slowly getting stronger as a fight goes on. But the fastest way to gain energy is taking attacks head-on, using his aura to absorb most of the damage. There are several weakness to this however. Fen can't absorb attacks that would overwhelm him otherwise, nor can he defend against attacks he's completely unaware of. The energy also slowly dissipates when not in use.

Full Name: Zargun Nouri

Zargun meaning Gold Hue
Nouri meaning Light

Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance Description: Standing at 6'1, and has an athletic build. Zargun has short black hair with light beige eyes. Generally, he likes to wear loose-fitting clothes like hoodies and sweat pants. Personally, he prefers to wear a black sleeveless hoodie, grayish sweat pants, and white running shoes. Which he tends to only put on the hood during rain or when he wants to be alone. Along with a white undershirt underneath his hoodie, and has a black elbow brace on his left elbow.

Allusion: Mithra


Personality: Zargun can be considered a laid-back individual, one that tends to go with the flow most times. Not wanting to be a problem or drawing unnecessary attention to himself. Despite this, Zargun can be stubborn at times on topics he cares about and once he sets his mind on something. Definitely, if it is about those he cares about and it can be hard to dissuade him from it. Which can be both a good and bad thing given the situation. Besides that, Zargun is someone that is friendly with people and is eager to learn more about those he meets.

Zargun is rather mature for his age, mainly due to the fact that he had to take care of his younger siblings whenever their huntsman guardian was on missions. Taking the role of big brother seriously and helped around the house when he could. Often helping his younger siblings with things and is someone you can go to for help. For that, he is willing to give to those that ask it. Always willing to be there for those he cares about or sometimes strangers. Zargun can be quite brave if a situation calls for it, especially if it deals with people he cares about.

One of the few things that will piss him off is if someone breaks an oath. As he takes taking an oath seriously and will see those that break an oath poorly. As he believes a person's word is worth a lot and is a sign of one's character. For what is the point of taking an oath if they just discard it on a whim?

Likes: Animals, Nature, Sparring, Stargazing and His Family
Dislikes: Bandits, Oath-breakers, The Cold and Bullies
Motivation: To become strong enough to protect people and those he cares about.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Country of Origin: Vale
Bio: Born in a settlement called Skarn in deserts of Vacuo. Being the eldest of three and his parents were in charge of the settlement's animals. Something that Zargun was expected to handle once he gets older. Living in Skarn for Zargun was somewhat better than other settlements but still tough. Other than the occasional bandit raid, Skarn was stable, and that was all his parents could wish for in Vacuo. Growing up, Zargun was able to handle life in the desert fine and even start to thrive. Though things would change for the worse.

It was when Zargun was ten did things change for the worse. When a friend of the family, Aeron, a huntsman from Vale, was visiting. A large group of bandits attacked Skarn, and while they were able to fight off the bandits. There were significant casualties among the townsfolk. Zargun's parents included, and it was only a matter of time before the survivors' negative emotions drew Grimm to them. It was too much for the survivors and during the chaos, Zargun's injured parents urged Aeron to take their children to safety. Using what energy they had left to cover their escape, did Aeron reluctantly agree to this. Leaving Zargun and his siblings one last tearful goodbye before being led to safety.

It was after arriving at the capital that rather than hand the children off to an orphanage. Aeron decided on raising the children as his own in respect of his friendship with Zargun's parents. So Aeron brought them back with him to Vale. It was here under the care of Aeron that Zargun started to look up at the huntsman. Seeing how Aerion tried his best to save his parents and how he was able to save him and his siblings despite the Grimm overrunning Skarn. It impressed Zargun, and it was there, he decided that he wanted to be a huntsman like Aeron. Hoping to be strong enough to protect his family and help to prevent others from experiencing the same tragedy that befell him and his family.

With help from Aerion, Zargun would train and eventually be accepted into Beacon Academy and hone his skills to be a real Huntsman like Aerion.


Weapon:

Semblance: Blinding Radiance - Zargun is able to produce bright light from his body to blind those around him. He is able to control how bright and how big the light is, even in what direction the light is facing. Either in front of him or behind him or both at the same time. He is able to summon it in an instant though, for stronger lights, he needs to charge before he can unleash it. The brighter, bigger, and how long it lasts, the more aura he has to use. So he often uses it in short bursts to temporary blind foes. Also, able to use it as a flare and launch a bright ball of light from his hands. Which dissipates after twenty seconds. Zargun's semblance makes it that he is immune to bright lights. Not being fazed and able to see fine when exposed to bright lights but can still tell how bright his light is regardless.

Full Name: Bränz Haest
Nickname/Alias: "Big Guy"
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Bull)
Appearance Description: Bränz is, without a doubt, a big fellow. At 6'6" and, if his mother is to be believed, still a couple years shy of his last growth spurt, it's easy to mistake the poor boy as a grown man- Particularly given, in addition to his height, he bears a great deal of heft in muscle. With skin tanned nearly golden from days in the Vacuo sun, hair so black it might as well be ink, and eyes the color of bronze, he's definitely hard to miss in a crowd. Despite his size and bulk, his face is generally set in a kind smile- Or an awkward blush.

Allusion: Colchis Bulls / Golden Fleece


Personality: Bränz is a gentle giant. He is acutely aware of his size and might, and that he may intimidate others merely be being in the same space. So, he goes to lengths to appear as kind and unfrightening as possible, even going to the extent of allowing himself to appear foolish or clumsy for the sake of making others relax with a laugh. He's quite the nurturer, as well, often placing himself firmly in charge of cooking and cleaning for his friends, and taking care of them when they need it. On the flip side of this coin, he is fiercely protective, believing his strength to be a tool for protection, rather than domination- A belief that led to his journey to become a Huntsman.

Likes:
Sweets
Fresh Air
Heat
The Ocean
Fluffy Critters
Scaly Critters
Creepy Critters
Critters. Just Critters.

Dislikes:
Spicy Food
Cold
Caves
Explosives
Thunderstorms
Mountains
His Semblance

Motivation: To put his might, and his semblance, to the only uses he believes they should ever be used for- Protecting and saving others.
Sexual Orientation: Asexual


Country of Origin: Vacuo
Bio: An only child to a teensy, tiny woman from Atlas and a man she has only ever referred to as "A delightful man from Menagerie", Bränz grew up on the sandy shores of Vacuo, with a roaming caravan of traders and huntsmen traveling up and down the coast of the country, venturing occasionally inland to aid the people there, or seek trade at Vacuo City. It was a life he was content with- one he and his "Family" in the Caravan were content with.

There was no great tragedy in his life, no horrible change in the status quo to drive him to try and become a hero. There were little things, built up over time. An injury here, a death to sickness or age there, hard years for the merchants and hard fights for the huntsmen. Little pieces and realizations as he grew into the large, strong, capable young man he is that made him decide, if he was to be blessed with these gifts, he ought to put them to good use. When he was of the proper age, the caravan made a trip in to Vacuo City, and he made his decision to stay, and attend Shade Academy. With tearful farewells all around, he did just that, and started making a life for himself there. Perhaps it was leaving this mobile bubble of familiarity that triggered the change in his perspective.

He learned that people could be cold, and cruel- That while some places valued survival via cooperation, others valued only personal strength. And, he learned his Semblance. A tool of devastation... And restoration. To destroy one thing for the sake of another. Realizing this was his own nature shook him to his core, left him overcautious and wary of his impact towards others. He came to fear his own strength, and very nearly flunked out in his reluctance to participate in the selfish contests of strength around him, and the acts of violence required of a Huntsman. It was the early days of the White Fang that saved him. Peaceful protests, people in need- He came to realize, at the insistence of what few close friends he kept, that his gifts didn't make him a force of destruction, and that where others chose to survive alone, he could help those that needed it when they might otherwise suffer.

He fell in with the White Fang, for a time, ingraining himself in the community in the most helpful ways he could, aiding the injured, cooking at rallies, taking the beatings others might not have survived. When they began to turn to extremism, however, and some started trying to talk him into using his strength to strike out, he left, using his restored confidence instead to excel as a hunstman- In the endless hope he might help make the world a little bit better... Or stop things from getting worse.

Schiefer Henker
Schiefer: Slate (Gray)
Henker: Executioner

Basics

Full Name:
Schiefer Henker

Nickname/Alias:
Henker
The Butcher (Limited to White Fang of Vacuo)
The Flayer (Limited to White Fang of Vacuo)

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance Description:
To put it bluntly, Schiefer is an ugly bastard. Originally he was somewhat average looking with dull blue eyes and listless white hair, but his father's 'disciplinary actions' in his early teenage years has resulted in his nose being broken so many times that it would take serious surgery in order to undo the damage that has left it in a malformed state. He is also noticeably missing a number of teeth along his bottom right jawline that makes smiling... awkward for him.

Despite the unfortunate state of his face, physically Schiefer is a remarkably physical example of the human race. He towers over most at 6'7 in height, his body toned and muscular due to years of hard physical labor and combat practice. His hands are covered in scar tissue and calloused from being put to work.

Allusion:
The often unnamed Royal Executioner

Personality

Personality:
Many would believe that Schiefer was a cruel, heartless monster who delighted in the pain and suffering of other living things, both from his appearance and the story of what happened at that Astor Dust Company mine in Vacuo that earned him the fear and hate of the White Fang in the region. The truth however is... more complicated then that.

Schiefer is somewhat emotionally stunted and numb, taught from an early age that part of his value to the tribe was to keep a steady head on his shoulders and not let such petty weaknesses like emotion dictate his actions and being punished for being overly emotional. This doesn't mean he can't feel things like happiness or sadness, but he doesn't really know how to properly display them and thus has to push them down like he was trained too.

Raised almost from birth to follow in his father's footsteps as a mercenary for hire (The main source of income for their tribe), any passion or pursuit that didn't support or somehow enhance his future prospects in this field were suppressed and discouraged. The desert of Vacuo was also a highly dangerous place where life was cheap and the strong survived, the tribe hammering into Schiefer's head the lesson again and again until he could keep himself distant from others so that he wouldn't feel pain when they died, be they friend or foe.

The Astor Dust Company mine incident changed Schiefer in ways that no one could have expected. Losing himself completely to his semblance and regaining control to witness the aftermath of what he had done horrified him to the core. His decision to take the money earned from the job and leave for Vale/Beacon was driven by a need to get some distance between himself and what he had done, but also because he firmly believed that Beacon could teach him the control needed so as not to lose himself like that again.

Likes:
Blacksmithing
Clearly defined duties and goals
Beautiful things
Soft things
Pastries (even more so if they've got cream involved somehow)

Dislikes:
His justified paranoia of the White Fang
Needless cruelty
His snoring
The fact that he has to breath through his mouth most of the time because he can't properly breath through his nose
Weakness (both physical and emotional)
Spicy Food

Motivation:
To achieve the self control needed to make full use of his semblance without losing himself to it.

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual, but willing to concede that he hasn't really explored this.

Biography

Country of Origin:
Vacuo

Bio:
Schiefer was originally born in one of many small tribes that dotted the landscape of Vacuo. He was born the son of the one of the tribes blacksmiths named Axton and his supportive wife Amber, but despite the efforts of the local healer Amber passed away several days after giving birth due to complications. The slow and painful death of his wife changed Axton for the worst; He had never been the kindest of men and he was well known for being something of a strict taskmaster, but Amber had been able to coax a degree of softness and restraint from her husband that kept him from being too overbearing in regards to his fellow tribesmen. With the light of his life gone, Axton became harsh and cold to his fellows... the most often focus of his attention being his son.

Throughout Schiefer's childhood, his father was a distant figure who expected a high standard from him and was difficult to please because of it. When the standard for normal was set to 'great' by default, good was never good enough while poor work was badly punished. While nothing out of the ordinary when he was small, as he grew older Schiefer's punishments tended to get more physical in nature once Axton believed his son was old enough to know better and could take those kinds of things. His nose was broken a number of times, resulting it in being completely deformed.

Axton wanted his son to grow up into a strong man that people could depend on when times were tough. To this end, Schiefer was trained to follow his father's footsteps as a blacksmith... as well as taught how to fight in order to serve as one of the tribes mercenaries to be rented out when required. The first time that Schiefer took a life as part of a coming of age ritual (a bandit who had been captured alive for the purpose), his father took him aside to let him know just how proud he was of him. It was one of the few times in his life that Schiefer actually received his father's approval and it would remain one of his most treasured of memories.

Shortly before his 17th birthday, Schiefer joined his father and a team of tribesmen on a job. One of the dust mines of the Astor Dust Company in the region had been occupied by White Fang insurgents who had taken a number of the work force hostage. The manager of this branch of the ADC had quietly cut corners in regards to security in order to line his own pockets and, rather then risk the discovery of his embezzlement by calling in a company task force that might discover his mishandling of company resources and funds, instead hired local mercenaries to do the job instead.

The White Fangs holding the mine had not been idle. They had taken advantage of the resources of the mine, namely the dust and mining explosives, to set a number of traps to serve as defenses against what they believed was going to be a Aster Dust strike force. One of these explosive dust traps maimed and resulted in the death of Axton Henker when he had his legs blown off and he bled to death with his son beside him. With half their force injured or dead, fear gripped the remaining tribe mercenaries while the White Fang indulged in a moment of hateful joy at the losses inflicted on what they believed to be a hated enemy...

And then Schiefer discovered his semblance.

Drawing in the negative emotions of both his allies and enemies, Schiefer found himself becoming empowered by them. It was as if a cocktail of combat drugs had been injected into his veins, increasing his reflexes, speed and strength while causing him to... it was difficult to put into words to describe what happened next. He remembered his actions rather clearly but... as Schiefer would later word it, it was sort of like watching someone else play one of those arcade first person shooters; You're aware of what was happening and the decisions that the player needs to make to win, but you weren't in direct control of the situation, just watching someone else do it.

Holding Action in its one handed mode and picking up his father's sword Consequences, Schiefer went on a one man killing spree. At first he just felt like he was soaring at the peak of human physical ability, overpowering and overwhelming any White Fang member he encountered with clean efficiency... but as the fighting continued the discovery that by changing the goal from defeating the enemy to intentionally inflicting pain and agony on them to inspire terror, fear and dread in both his victims and those watching would actually empower him to the point of being inhuman changed the nature of his battle with the White Fang into something cruel and dark.

This cruelty evolved into monstrous sadism as two further discoveries were made by the power addicted and blinded Schiefer. The first was how to switch Consequences from its standard sword mode into its cat-o-nine-tails alternative, allowing him to start flaying his opposition alive and leaving them to drown and die in their agony on the ground as he pushed onto new victims. The second was how the terror that fueled this new power sky rocketed to new heights once the difference between 'White Fang member' and 'Faunus mining worker taken hostage' was forgotten.

Schiefer would have left no one alive if it wasn't for the arrival of Grimm lured by the fear he had been cultivating... and the only reason their arrival changed anything was that their inherit hatred of humanity proved to be more pure a source of negative energy and power that he forgot about the remaining White Fang and Faunus miners to focus on this new, more interesting foe.

By the time the last of the Grimm were dead, the remaining miners and White Fang had either died or fled. Without a strong source of negative emotion to fuel his semblance and the additive power that it offered him, the haze started to lift from Schiefer's thoughts and the full weight of the horror he had unleashed crashed down upon him without mercy or pity.

The ADC manager who had hired them for the job paid rather well for the overzealous display and a promise to employ the tribe again to handle any... further disputes. Schiefer was given the lion's share of the cut as it was largely his efforts that saw the job being a success but... he couldn't stay in Vacuo any longer. What he had done horrified him due to the complete lack of self control that it had devolved into and going to Shade wasn't considered much of an option due to how much the White Fang chapter of Vacuo likely wanted his head for what he had done to them and the miners...

So he left Vacuo, traveling to a completely different kingdom in order to get the training he so desperately needed not to be afraid of himself anymore.

Combat

Weapon:
Action and Consequences

Action: A rather simple but effective weapon, Action was designed by Schiefer himself to be an axe that could switch from being a single handed weapon into a double handed one to increase reach and the possibility of putting more strength behind the blow, resulting in inflicting more damage onto his target. It is simply a matter of the shaft of the weapon being able to extend and retract.

Consequences: Originally designed and used by Axton Henker before his death, Consequences' base form is that of a one handed executioners sword. The trick of the weapon is that its blade can 'split' and form a whip like cat-o-nine-tails covered in serrated shards and blades, extending its reach dramatically. The purpose of this second form is to dig into the target and flay it in multiply spots at once, be it aura or flesh.

Both Action and Consequences can be enhanced with dust to give their attacks an additional effect. Because they are separate weapons, they can be infused with different kinds of dust, independent of each other.

Semblance:
Empowering Darkness: A passive semblance, Empowering Darkness is triggered whenever Schiefer encounters the negative emotions of others; Namely emotions of anger and fear. Whenever there is a source of anger or fear nearby, Schiefer's physical reflexes, strength, speed and endurance starts to increase. The more powerful and widespread the emotions in question, the greater the boost to his abilities becomes. Currently he is unsure of what the limit of his semblance might be, but from personal experience he is aware that he can bypass normal human limitations if he finds a source of anger or fear strong enough.

Empowering Darkness' effects can create a dangerous cycle. The more powerful Schiefer becomes due to it, the more 'addicted' his mind becomes to the power and thus, he starts to actively want to create a situation where the emotion empowering him grows more intense and powerful, thus making him more powerful and seeking to further enhance the emotions to enhance himself. This can reach the point where rational thought goes out the window, as proven by the first time Schiefer discovered his semblance when during a terror fueled rampage against the White Fangs, he actively started torturing civilian faunus miners who he had been hired to rescue from the White Fang solely because the terror and hatred the act inspired drove his power to further heights in the moment.