RawrEspada4 - "Addica Vaid"

Reaper - "Daiki Hayashi"

22ice22 - "Tirren Lais"

Lucius Cypher - "Rygar"

Limey Panda - "Orion Armstrong"

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Name:Addica Vald
Nickname: n/a
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 15, almost 16
Weapons:Reisszahne
Twin elbow length gloves that have small Dust tubes on the top, this tubing is covered by a black microfiber cloth. These tubes connect via internal tubing within the gloves to small circular areas on the palm of the gloves. The dust is used to either fire short burst of elemental energy or charge into larger attacks (it is primarily loaded with yellow dust as he prefers to use electricity in combination with the here after mentioned cables). Attached to the bottom of the gloves are black tubes that resemble barrels. Inside either of these barrels is a long bladed kunai attached to a length of metal cable(of approx. 25 feet). These can be either fired or released into the palm providing either an additional long range attack option or melee weapons. The cable has a powerful winch inside designed to retract the kunai, if used correctly the weapon can be used in a hookshot like manner. The cable and the kunai are both made from a highly conductive but strong metal.
The gloves and the tubing for the cable are both black. The circular area in the palm is when inactive white but when being used glows the color of the dust that is being channeled.
The cable and the kunai are both made from an incredibly durable and conductive metal. The kunai on impact from a throw or if launched spreads hooks into the surface that digs into, this provides a way to lock the blade in place whether that place be a wall, tree or enemy. These hooks are locked into place until released by Addica’s aura
Equipment: Along with Reisszahne Addica carries a short blade (about 1 foot in length)(this blade is often called Fang) on his hip. This functions as a defensive weapon and is often used in a reverse handed style in order to block and parry blows with. On left side, wielded with left hand.
Along with the short blade he also carries vials of dust in pockets on his belt, these are used to refuel Reisszahne.
He also keeps a hairband in his pocket for tying his hair back before a fight.
Armor: Addica’s armor consists of banded metal plating along the top of his arms/hands and up to his shoulders, this partially to protect the dust tubing in Reisszahne and partially to give him a larger surface to block with. This partial metal plating slides up to the top of his shoulders overlaying one another, they are deployed through and retracted through the use of his aura. The rest of the armor is ribbed padding located on his sides, lower legs, knees and directly over his chest.

Semblance: Spirit of a Friend*
Addica’s Semblance falls into two parts an active and a passive. The passive is an ability that allows him to sense people’s surface emotions, when he talks about it he jokingly refers to it as his friend-dar as it lets him find people that are more open to being friendly. Also this allows him to sense people around him with hostile intentions. As it is Addica can only read someone’s emotions if they are currently in his scope of sight eventually though this passive has the ability to allow him to sense everyone in the immediate area around him. On another note his friend-dar doesn't ever really turn off but he can ignore it to an extent.
The active portion of Addica’s Semblance is a danger sense that both increases his perception and his ability to dodge incoming attacks, including attacks that he shouldn’t rightfully be able to see coming. Currently Addica can only maintain this part of his Semblance for 15 minutes at the very max, at this point he has pushed all of his energy into it and not even his passive would be active. If he actually attempts to hold his active semblance for 15 minutes it's likely that at the end of this time he will collapse and pass out.

Hobbies: Sleeping, metal music, training/studying and eating cookies

Bio: Left on the streets at an early age Addica had to learn to fend for himself to this. Stealing food, clothing and whatever other necessities he needed. It was while on the streets that he met Bree, a cat fauna (both were 7). She and Addica quickly became friends living together in the back allies. A short three years later Addica and Bree were cutting through an alley when they were attacked by a group of guys a few years older than themselves. Two of the guys grabbed Bree and started beating her while a third pinned Addica to a wall and taunted him for spending his time with fauna. Addica could do nothing but scream for someone to save them, save Bree. And just when he had about given up hope an older boy smashed one of the guys that was kicking Bree’s unmoving body across the back of the head with a pipe. Watching their friend crumble to the ground the other two bullies ditched. The boy who had rescued them introduced himself to them as Nicol. Nicol was himself 13 and had spent the last 6 years of his life living on the streets. Nicol was the orphaned son of a hunter and huntress and he told the youngsters glorious tales of his parents who died fighting the monsters of Grimm. Despite their untimely death Nicol aspired to be like his parents and to that ended he had fought his way into Lantern (one of the less well known Hunter preparatory schools). He was the like the a big brother to both Bree and Addica. Nico protected them both from other less kind people that lived on the streets, especially Bree from those that would do her harm because she was a fauna. After Nicol began attending Lantern he began to teach Addica and Bree the things he learned and when they turned 13 urged them to apply to the same prep school he was going to. To both of their surprise and with Nicol’s help they both managed to get in. The three spent all their free time at school together and had their lunch hour with one another. But the end of Bree and Addica’s first year at the school brought to them a bittersweet joy in that Nicol had been accepted into the most elite of Hunter Academies, Beacon. Both Addica and Bree made it their personal goal to join him there as soon as possible. It wasn't but days after Nicol left that the two were cornered in an alley by the same group of Fauna haters that Nicol had kept at bay over the past 4 years. This time there was no Nicol to save them and all Addica could do was watch as they beat Bree to death the whole time yelling insults at her based strictly off the fact that she was a fauna. After they had beat her to the point that she was more a smear on the ground then a person the guy holding Addica to the wall slammed him hard against before dropping him to the ground and kicking him hard in the stomach. Spitting on him and calling him a dirty fauna lover the guys left Addica and the now brutalized Bree on the ground. Eventually Addica was able to find help but even at the hospital there was little they could do for Bree and Addica sat beside her the whole time watching her slowly succumb to the beating that she had been dealt at the hands of a group of ignorant racists. Bree had been Addica’s best friend and he loved her. Watching her die was one of the most scarring things he could imagine but he sat next to her, holding her hand until the machine that measured her heart beat flat lined. Over the two years following Bree’s death Addica pushed himself to his very limit managing to get out of the academy and accepted into Beacon in within a 3 year time period. After watching his best friend and his first love die Addica had vowed to never let such senseless violence pervaded the life of those he loved again and to that end he was going to become as strong as possible…. Because if he had been as strong then as he was now Bree would still be alive.

A couple random facts that matter that didn't fit into the backstory. Addica graduated a whole year early from Lantern and at the top of that years graduating class. Because of this he is only able to actually attend Beacon because of an academic scholarship he is receiving from the school. This means that he both has to keep out of too much trouble and that he has to maintain his grades.

Personality: On the surface Addica is a fun loving guy, that likes to make new friends. He loves talking about music and normal teenager things, movies, games, the newest in hunter weaponry, the usual. But below that is a more grown up darker individual (watching your best friend be murdered will do that to you). He cannot stand racism whether directed at humans or fauna. He would sooner die then see someone he cares about hurt again.

Appearance:
Addica is about 5’8 and lean with wiry but slightly muscular build. Addica has straight shaggy black hair that he lets hang freely to his shoulders. His eyes are an almost grey shade of blue and his face carries a natural look of seriousness. This seriousness disappears once he starts laughing and enjoying himself. His preferred outfit is one of blue jeans, a band t-shirt of some sort and a black jacket with a hood (he wears the ribbed armor underneath these “street clothes”).



*the name for his Semblance comes from the fact that Bree was cat fauna. Cats are proven to be able to sense emotions and their whiskers act as danger sense in that they sense vibrations in the air.

Post Sample:
“Huh… was that really all a dream?” Addica wondered aloud to himself as he set up aboard the airship on his way to Beacon. He could have sworn that he had already arrived and that a psychotic girl with blue hair and a chainsaw had destroyed the auditorium. “At least this time I won’t oversleep unloading and arrival” . Looking around he saw a variety of other students. Some he recognized from the halls of his previous school, most though he didn’t. Along with just looking at his fellow classmates Addica was unintentionally scanning their surface emotions, it was something about his semblance that he just couldn’t turn off. At times he had to admit it was rather annoying but at other times it was a life saver and then again even at times like this it could be useful, this last though occurred as he noticed a girl over by one of the windows who was letting off a pretty consistent stream of fear. Still groggy eyed Addica stood up, brushed the wrinkles out of his clothes, grabbed his bag and walked over to her. “Hey, I’m Addica” introducing himself he shot her a sincere smile and stuck his hand out offering a handshake, “What are you doing over here by yourself?”

Daiki was perched on a boulder and keeping watching over his sister Hinata as she worked on an oak tree. "The way you're hacking at it will topple it away from the river." He pointed out with a sigh, wondering just how many times he had pointed out that mistake to his sister already. She cursed at him and brushed him off, telling him to keep an eye out for the Grimm rather than her technique (or lack thereof).

That was when he heard it. A gunshot. It hadn't come from the direction of the cabin, and his parents were working on the opposite side of the river, so there was no reason why a gunshot should sound from the east. "Hinata, get back to the cabin. Now." He instructed forcefully as he took off, his sister's protests falling on deaf ears as he rushed towards the sound of the fighting. The howls of the Beowolves could be heard as they seemed to converging on their prey. It wasn't the first time some unwary traveler stumbled upon a pack and alerted the whole forest, but this was the first time the crashing of trees could be heard. The battle was a messy one.

It took him ten minutes to arrive at the scene, where a man was swing an axe haphazardly and swatting away the creatures that came at him. The other arm was carrying the shield, but it hung limply at his side. Daiki was about to yell out a warning as the Hunter's heel backed into a root and tripped the man backwards, opening him to an simultaneous pounce by two Beowolves.

There was no time to react. Daiki leapt instinctively, his right hand on his shinken's handle and his left on the scabbard. His training with his uncle kicked in as he visualised a single arc for his sword to follow, cutting straight through the two beasts. All that was left was to execute it. Time stood still for a moment as he was right in front of the two creatures of Grimm, at the perfect moment to strike.

He drew his blade and the arc brought it clean it through the first opponent's neck, and the momentum of him arms carried the blade to open a gash on the side of the second wolf. When time resumed it's normal speed again, he was on the ground and had his katana back in hits sheath while he heard the Hunter groan in pain. He turned to see two slain Beowolves at each side of the hunter, his two kills for the day.

Daiki trudged over the man and helped him up, throwing one of the warrior's arms over his shoulders as he supported the Hunter and guided him in the direction of the cabin. "My family works the forest here. We'll tend to your wounds. We have cookies." The young boy offered. The wounded man simply laughed.

"It's just a scratch, but I won't deny help when it's offered." The large burly, redheaded warrior had a gruff voice. "Who taught you how to fight like that anyway?"

"My uncle." Daiki replied simply. "But our family has a saying - 'Our elders' lessons are often the forest's tests.'"

"Well, I could have used some lessons from your elders... but perhaps you could too, from very different teachers. Tell me, have you ever heard of Beacon?"

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 than 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 individual 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 language that result in different affects (mainly depending on the type of dust). Also when needed he can discard the book to perform these incantations however it requires much Aura to do so without the book, as his book is Aura infused. His Aura is actually quite high and he is able to wield 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. Throughout 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 once 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 received 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 already 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.
Appearance:
Build: He is 5'11 and lanky.
Outfit: Tirren normally wears a black leather chestpiece with a midnight blue shirt underneath. 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 that 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.

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.

<Orange>Name/Nickname: Orion Armstrong

Race: Faunus

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapons/Equipment/Armour:
Epsilon Delta- Orion’s weapon of choice is a Polearm of rather powerful origins. The blade is designed first and foremost to compliment the wielder’s considerable strength: giving thrusting and slicing outlet for the tremendous force that Orion can call to muster with his natural might and his soul-augmented semblance.

Epsilon Delta is primarily a Melee weapon. It is a versatile weapon that allows for slashing and thrusting attacks. The weapon provides reach and an outlet for Orion’s considerable strength. Orion abuses the reach of the weapon in order to crush his foes under a rain of steel and pain.

Epsilon Delta has a ranged function: as he can transform the weapon into a repeater rifle. The weapon lacks any rapid fire functionality, and it’s power is sub-par in comparison to the power Orion can get from his Polearm.

Zeta Bracers – A pair of bracers designed to inhibit his otherwise uncontrolled Semblance.

Armour – Most of the time, Orion wears light metal armour over his normal clothing. He is more focused on staying light and being ready to strike in melee combat.

Semblance: Hunter’s Might – Orion’s Semblance is rather simplistic in that it is a raw boost of physical might. Orion’s aura allows him to give an explosive boost to his muscle’s power output tenfold.
Orion’s Semblance is rather fitting because it allows him to augment his already superb physical strength into something truly incredible. The catch is that Orion cannot control his Semblance without the use of his Zeta Bracers, a gift from his adopted mother. With them, Orion can limit his strength: without them, Orion could accidently cause a great deal of harm.

Hobbies: Orion’s main love is drawing. He is a generally solitary individual, but he loves to draw things in his down time. Orion spends a lot of time sleeping or relaxing, and although not a hobby, Orion has a noted sweet-tooth, and has developed some considerable skills in cooking and baking. He takes great pride in his cookies.

Bio: An Ursine Faunus, Orion never knew his parents and it is assumed they are dead due to the circumstances of how Orion met his adoptive mother and gained his name.

Orion was found alongside an abandoned caravan inside a Grimm infested forest. The caravan was devoid of bodies and the babe that would become Orion was left to fend for itself in the forest. He would have died that day, were it not for the intervention of a Huntress. The Huntress slew the Grimm and found Orion alone, cold and not even a month of age. Even from his tiny age, the second pair of ears atop his head gave him away as a Faunus: yet the Huntress took him in anyway.

Without a family of his own, the Faunus cub was adopted by the Huntress and given the name ‘Orion.’ The woman cared for Orion and taught him a great deal of things: yet the boy was not oblivious to his heritage and thus, knew that the woman who cared for him and who he cared for deeply was not his mother. It left sadness in his heart that he never got to know his parents; one that remains unfilled to this day.

Soon enough, Orion’s incredible Semblance came to the fore, and it became rapidly clear that Orion would likely live up to his namesake. At first, his Semblance was useful and reasonably controllable: yet one incident at a Signal academy led many to discriminate against him as a ‘monster’ due to his Semblance enhanced strength and his obvious Faunus appearance.

Despite the prejudice, Orion shrugged it off and graduated highly in the Signal academy. His grades were good, his weapon crafting was fantastic and his actual combat scores were top of the class. He was quickly offered a place in Beacon, yet he asked for a year’s leave of absence. When questioned by his adoptive mother: he said he wanted to go travelling. She agreed reluctantly, and Orion fell off the radar for a year.

Many crazy happenstances occurred in his year out of education. Most of them were personal developments, but none topped the attack on Beacon. Orion reapplied for a place at the shaken Beacon, and was accepted into it: fully aware that he was in for a hell of an education. Oddly enough, Orion rarely speaks of his actions in the year off: even his adoptive mother remaining in the dark about it.

Personality: Orion is a generally introverted man, in that he would rather spend time with his pencils and paper than striking up conversations with strangers. He can appear to be fierce and difficult to approach, due to his impressive physicality and near-constant scowl, yet the truth is that Orion is nothing more than a friendly individual with a bit of a smart-ass attitude and no patience for people that he thinks are rude.

Orion rarely attempts to make friends, but those he does make are deeply precious to him. When he is in a social mood, Orion will often offer whatever sweet food he has on his person: be they sweets, chocolate or cookies. The quickest way into Orion’s good books is through his stomach, as his sweet-tooth is easy to manipulate.

Orion has very little patience for people he thinks are rude, cruel or unjust. He was known in Signal for being a ruthless defender of the bullied: especially his fellow Faunus.

Appearance: Orion is an extraordinarily large man. Standing at just under Seven feet tall: Orion has groaned more than once at the joke of being ‘a bear of a man.’ Orion has a well-defined physical form: with a strong jawline, brown stubble that matches the colour of his rough mane of hair, and powerful muscles. Orion’s eyes are a deep emerald green colour and are one of his most defining facial features. His nose is normal size with a slightly pronounced bridge, and his human ears are small.

Orion has a number of Faunus features, all of them Ursine in origin. The most prominent is a pair of rounded bear ears that sit at the top his head. These ears are generally hidden by a hat of some sort, generally his favourite orange beanie hat. Other Ursine features include his abnormal size and strength, a small bear tail that he keeps hidden in clothing, and sharp ursine fangs that only really become obvious when he smiles. Orion doesn’t hide his features religiously, but nor does he make a show of them; they are simply there.

Orion generally wears a loose top and a pair of comfortable jeans, covered by the plates of armour that many a male Hunter would wear. He focuses less on style and more on comfort and ease of movement.

Post Sample:
Two sounds filled Orion’s room: the sound of a pencil gliding gently against the taught paper, and the sound of slow, savouring, crunchy chewing. The hunter-in-training was, as per normal, doing his own thing: that being a day of drawing and eating things that were far too sweet for his own good. Today, Orion’s food of choice seemed to be an apple; juicy and crispy and noisy as all heck. If he was in a private place, the noise of the Ursine’s slow mastication would probably be distracting; but in the public space of one of Beacon’s many gardens? His noise was nothing compared to the noise of the world.

Orion felt certain calm as he simply drew whatever came to his mind. He’d already doodled four drawings in the space of a dozen minutes. Nothing special, of course: a caricature of a teacher, ridiculous and unrealistic; a bright landscape with a single tree, almost obscured by the sun; another person, this time a Faunus with bunny ears, less of a caricature now and more of a flash-portrait…

Then there was the picture he’d just imagined up: A forest full of Grimm, surrounding the broken shards of a carriage, preparing to strike some poor, unsuspecting creature down. The soulless beasts prepared to strike: and a single figure standing in the centre of the picture. It was clear who this person was: the hero, the protagonist, the trustworthy one, the individual who wouldn’t abandon a child.

The Hunter.

Orion looked up from the sketch, hearing some strange commotion. The Faunus he’d drawn before was being surrounded by three humans. One flicked at her ears, much to the poor girl’s discomfort. It was clear what was going on, Orion had witnessed it far too much in his short lifetime. He looked down at the picture: at the hero whose back looked so big and dependable. Orion clicked his knuckles against his palm as he walked towards the assailants.

Time for the Hunter-in-training to play the Hero.

Nicknames: Sayu,

Race: Human

Age: 18

Weapon: Dragon Fang - A sword that resembles the Falchion from FE13 except the blade is red, the handle is black and it has a dragon head design on the base of the hilt. It has the hole to add dust cartridges and give it different effects. One example is add a red dust cartridge and the blade can generate fire.

Equipment: Several different dust cartridges for her weapon.

Armor: Her shirt and pants are made of a material that reacts to aura and hardens to block most blades however if it is a blunt weapon she still feels the whole blow. She also has cloth bandages made of the same material wrapped around her hands and lower arm up to the elbow.

Semblance: