Name/Nickname: Rygar

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapons/Equipment/Armor: The Spiral Edge, which mostly consist of a right-handed gauntlet and a circular shield. The main weapon is the shield, which is attacked to an infinitely extending chain held inside the armored gauntlet. He can retract or extend the chain, allowing him to either pull the Spiral Edge back to him or himself to his shield. The Spiral Edge can be launched from the gauntlet at lethal force, and with mental cues Rygar can make the shield sprout five spinning blades, turning his shield into a buzzsaw at a moment's notice. Should the shield get stuck or become embedded into an enemy or object, Rygar can also make the Spiral Edge release a kinetic explosion, which will allow his shield to escape whatever it's stuck to while also blowing apart anything unfortunate enough to be near the point of the explosion. He can activate the explosion whenever he desires, and can even focus which direction the explosion comes from on his shield.

Rygar also has armored boots and a left-handed gauntlet, though aside from being useful melee aids as well as armor, they don't have any other unique features.

Rygar also has a super scooter called Sepulcher, in the event that he ever needs it. Which hopefully is rarely, because despite it's rather impressive appearance, it's more deadly than Rygar himself. May or may not be alive.

Semblance: Rygar's Semblance is Friction, that is, he can use his Aura to increase or decrease the amount of force he's exerting onto a surface. He typically uses this ability position himself onto surfaces that he normally couldn't be at, like standing upside-down on a ceiling or even walking across water. He can exert his Friction to anything he's making contact with, such as his weapon and/or Vehicle. He can also apply it to others, but again only through physical contact with either him or something he touching directly.

Hobbies: Rygar tends to be doing lots of odd jobs unrelated to his schooling. He does it for the lien mostly. He's also an avid baker, and such he can be seen making things like pies, crepes, cookies, and other little baked things. Every so often he'll also be doing street races with the Sepulcher. Lastly, and while he's trying very hard to stop, he'll sometimes be injecting himself with a powerful drug that increases his physical growth, though it will ultimately kill him in about ten years. Five if he doesn't stop.

Bio: Rygar decided to become a Hunter as he grew up reading tales about them. As a young boy he always was somewhat scrawny, at least compared to other kids. His parent's attitude didn't help; since he was always so small, they tried to convince him to, basically, be a little bitch. And while he was certainly scrappy, he never let anything go. He always involved himself in business that he had no involvement in simply because he felt that he needed to do something about it. He got into a lot of trouble this way, but soon he began to be able to fight back. That is, after he took a unhealthy about of drugs. He worked with some shady people to get physical enhancing drugs in order to bulk up and grow more muscles, though all he's doing was cutting his life short.

Around the age fifteen, while he was already part of a intermediate school training young hunters, his past as a druggie came back to haunt him. His former dealers were in hard, and they came to collect Rygar's dept to them. He had sworn off the stuff when he was screened into the school, so he refused to help them. But despite his protest, the drug dealers were determined, until eventually they overpowered him and kidnapped him, and gave him a choice: either he gave them the money they wanted, or they'll kill his friends and family one-by-one, and eventually get to him. He of course wanted to fight them, to punish them, but at the time he was still weak, even after taking all those drugs. He had no choice; to protect his loved ones, he did what they asked. And so he was involved in many illegal operations, mostly smuggling, but there were times were they pumped his systems full of the same drugs or swore off in order to get him ready for a big fight and to make him addicted to the stuff again. This went on for about three years, causing him to miss out on his chance to enter Beacon at the age seventeen. He only managed to escape when some Beacon operatives busted a drug running operation he was part of, and got him into rehab.

Appearance:

Post Sample: "Oi!" Before they would redirect their attention to the voice, Rygar flung the Spiral Edge at the biggest Ursa present. The blades where already deployed, and they suck into the Ursa's body, digging into it's flesh. Rygar retracted the chain, pulling his body towards the Ursa and subsequently, in the middle of the fight. The Ursa was as good as dead by the time he landed on it, but there was at least seven more to worry about. One Ursa even tried to get a swipe at him while Rygar was inbound, but all it got was a boot to the face. One Rygar was reunited with his shield, he took a look around and made a plan of action. "First I'll deal with the small ones!" While some of the other students were fighting off individual ursas, Rygar went after the smaller ones, the ones that would try to flank the other students. Though smaller, they weren't exactly easier to kill, but Rygar wasn't going to go easy on them. Flinging the Spiral Edge into the body of one Ursa, Rygar than began to run towards a tree. Using his semblance, he ran up the tree while the Spiral Edge was still inside the small Ursa. Once he reached a good enough height, he mustered as much strength as he found and swung the chain. With raw strength, he turned the small Ursa into a wrecking ball, slamming it into other small groups of Ursa. Eventually though the Spiral Edge managed to break loose, but all that meant was that Rygar needed another Ursa to kill. He grinned at the prospect and aimed his weapon at the next target.

I would like to go ahead and apoligize for any grammar and spelling errors that may occur throughout this CS as I am posting this from my phone.
Name: Tirren Lais
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Weapon/Equipment/Armor:
Lacking somewhat in armor he has a leather chest piece, two dark blue metal gauntlets, and a thick black cloak that ends just at his ankles. He wears a pair of black flexible gloves made of titanium alloy string.
His weapon, Fate's Quill is a large feather looking 8 inch dagger that also operates as a quill for writing. While it may seem useless the dagger is quite resistant and can lengthen at his will the feathery looking parts pull in lengthening and thinning into 2 and 3/4 foot rapier.More often then not it is attached to a small book by a piece titanium alloy string about the width of piano wire. The wire is 15ft in length and coils up in the spine of his book.
Around his belt in small indivual leather cases he carries several containers of ink mixed with dust (red, blue, black and white, sometimes others yet oif not stated he will be carrying these).
Semblance:

His semblance name is Fate's Grimoire. Using the quill and ink he is able to quickly write incantations in a strange langague that result in different affects (mainly depending on the type of dust). Also when needed he can discard the book to peform these incantations however it requires much Aura to do so with out the book, as his book is Aura infused. His Aura is actually quite high and he is able to weild it well.
Hobbies:
Unsurprisingly he enjoys reading, yet he also enjoys listening to classical muisc, thinking up new and dangerous incantations (not always a good thing) and people watching, plus every once in a while actually socializing.
Bio:
Unlike many of his other classmates Tirren was not inspired by fairytales and legends of heores, rather he took inspiration from the authors of the stories. Their creativity and imagination inspired him to pen own legacy, instead of allowing the twisted pen of fate to do so.
Signal was the first step in his plan of gaining the powers to craft his own story. His parents wished him luck when he applied as they knew there was no way to change their son's mind, leaving him to craft his own destiny.
Upon his acceptance to Signal he studiously began to better himself. He forged his tools that would allow him to control his fate and refined the skills that would allow him to master his own potential Even going as far as training equally with both of hands just in case one of his hands were to become injured. By the time he graduated he was third in his year and only because while his skill with his aura and semblance were refined his weapon skill alone was not the best it could be. Thorughout his years in Signal he was constantly underestimated and was always proving his doubters wrong. Yet when it came to the matter of friends he was rather failing. For some part it was due to the fact that he defended some faunus classmates oncw from some unsavory yet popular students, the other reason being he wasn't a very social person taking little interest in those around him, after all they were of no importance yet. Although once he did try to befriend a fellow classmate but recieved a cut across his mouth to silence him when he said some rather bluntly rude things about her fighting style, aura control and possibly her intelligence. As he looked towards the future though he knew that he would achieve his legacy.
The next step was Beacon and he had alreeady been accepted, now it was just a matter of an old colleague of his known as fate.
Personality:
Normally quiet and observant. He can become rather excited over the prospect of a new incantation and when confronted with something that intrigues him. While normally reserved he may every once in a while engage in actual social interactions. He is not unfriendly, rather he has no idea how to really go about social things normally, sometimes coming off blunt and rude.
Apperance:
Build: He is 5'11 and lanky.
Outfit: Tirren normally wears a black leather chestpiece with a midnight blue shirt undrneath. He also wears a long thick black cloak, dark blue metal gauntlets, black metal gloves, jeans, and black tennis shoes. Around his waist he wears a light brown leather belt with four leather pouches. Attached to the belt by several strands of metal wrapped in leather and bound to a strap on his outer left thigh is a black book with a metal cover and lock on the side. The strap hangs in excess allowing him to actually bring the book up while still attached to the belt. Sticking out from the spine of the book is the end of a quill (his dagger)
Hair: His hair is a long midnight blue thay he tends to tie back with a small red ribbon.
Facial Features: He has a sharp angular face, piercing hazel eyes and a small cut diagonally across his lips.
Sample Post:
Looking around the ship he sighed. There were too many people around to work on a new incantation, especially if something were to go wrong. Resigning to just watch his fellow classmates he leaned against the wall of the ship and his eyes caught sight of the group of students clustered in a small circle. He walked towards the group expecting some cowering student to be in the middle, only to find them munching on some cookies. With a sigh he returned to his previous spot. This is going to be a long trip he thought as he settled into his old pose.