[OOC] RWBY: Chasing Shadows

[Raijinslayer]

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Vacuo.

A fierce land bearing a history of struggle, independence, and communal survival. To live here is to fend against vicious grimm unlike anything you've ever seen, to withstand the blazing heat or chilling colds of the desert wastes, and hope that the bandits and marauders who call those wastes home never find your defenses wanting. It is a land that often seems to reject the very concept of habitability and devour settlement after settlement down into its dusty gullet beneath the sands. But as dangerous and unruly the land proves to be, the people who call it home are ever more so.

Stubborn survivalists to every man, woman, and child, the people of Vacuo are a rambunctious lot who see every obstacle as just a challenge to overcome, every danger as a thrilling experience to toughen their hides and prove their mettle, and never give in to the pressures of their home. They are as wild as they are welcoming, the need to survive often overcoming most forms of petty animosity. But this sense of community is as much a curse as it is a blessing. For as friendly as they appear in the moment, Vacuans possess a long memory. They remember clearly, in tales told around campfires, the oppression they once faced from the nations of Mantle and Mistral, of the strict rule of such foreign powers that nearly burned the world in their desires to control it all.

And that is where you come in, an aspiring Huntsman or Huntress of Shade Academy, seeking to be one of the brave men and women who defend Vacuo from all threats and hardships that come her way. But just like the land they call home, many Vacuans react somewhat poorly to the Huntsman of Shade. They fear the power we hold, watching our every move in preparation for an over-reach that could signal the possible beginning of a new tyrant. The balance of powers and responsibility between Shade Academy and the governing bodies of the large nomadic cities that make up the heads of Vacuo has always been tenuous at best, as Shade must always prove its efficacy at managing the whole of the Kingdom as it does, while also being careful not to make moves that remove too much autonomy from the other cities. And that has grown ever more difficult now more than ever.

With Grimm activity and bandit raids occurring all across the kingdom at an all-time high and many local governments questioning the necessity of Shade academy as an institution. . . it is up to you, fine students, to prove them wrong. You must go out and show them that Shade is more than ready, but capable of taking out these new threats. From this moment on, you represent Shade Academy as young Hunts, am aspiring to greatness, a defender of the stubborn, ornery, and downright nasty piece of work that we Vacuans are proud to call our Home.

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Chasing Shadows aims to be a sort of mix of some of the best parts of both early RWBY and the more recent Volumes to make an engaging RP with a focus on exploring characters, collaborating with your fellow role-players to enable fun plots and character moments, cool anime shenanigans, and so on and so forth.

As stated in the above blurb, this RP takes place in the Kingdom of Vacuo, a rough desert wasteland filled with all manner of nasty beast, terrifying Grimm, and even worse bandits for the characters to face off against, all the while being drawn into a much larger conflict that seems to be happening behind the scenes(No, not that one). As such, the way I'm structuring this RP will be one or two teams of students lead by a more veteran Huntsman because, in Vacuo, you don't have the luxury to learn in the safety of a classroom all day and nothing teaches faster than good ol' practical experience.

• Typical RP rules(Be respectful, don't start drama, follow the site guidelines, etc.)
• Looking for 1-2 teams, up to a max of 8 players.
• Sheets will be accepted on a case-by-case basis. No reserves, no "first come, first served"
• Silver Eyes: If you want to try and submit one you can, but you'll face more scrutiny than other sheets by a fair margin.
• I want most of the cast to be Vacuan locals, but there can be a few students from other kingdoms.
• Color name rule is in place.
• Posting Standards: About 1 paragraph minimum, and around 1 post a week.

Locales

• Vacuo(City)
• Shade Academy
• Feldspar
• Coquina
• Kenyte
• Old Atlas Dust Mines
• King's Ridge: A set of Ravines located near the northeastern border of Vacuo and Vale. It is the sight of where the King of vale and his armies made the final battle against the forces of Mistral and mantle. A lattice of ravines and exposed cave networks, it is rumored that each gash in the earth was created by a swing of the King's blade. However, rather than a place of reverence, King's Ridge is a dangerously unstable area, where rockslides, cave-ins, and other such disruptions are common ills to befall a traveler. Not only that, but the place has become infested with grimm of all sorts, perhaps drawn to the agonized curses of the hundreds, if not thousands of soliders who died that day facing the king.

Groups/Organizations

• The Crown: A rumored sect of Vacuan terrorists, with the singular goal of re-instating the former monarchy of Vacuo. While a nominally fringe group, whispers have risen that they have begun to gain support and following in recent years. . .
• Academy Huntsmen: The graduate and Student Huntsmen of the various battle schools across the whole of Vacuo, and beyond in some cases. They hold no small amount of authority as part of the closest thing the Kingdom has to a united peace-keeping force, and often face a heavy deal of scrutiny when getting involved in the local affairs of Vacuan settlements.
• Local Huntsmen: A catch-all for the group of free agents and local militia who have gained the mark of Huntsmen but renounce any ties to the Academies.
• Bandits: Life in vacuo is harsh, but seemingly not harsh enough to stop people from taking what they will from their fellow man. Bandits are a common and insidious issue in the Vacuo especially due to the terrain proving excellent in deterring chase by authorities.
• The Wild Hunt: A particularly dastardly Bandit clan that formed about a decade ago, known for their propensity towards stirring fear and unrest in their targets so as to attract hoards of Grimm to either wipe out a settlement. . . or leave it weak, tired, and defenseless against a more coordinated raid. Of all the criminal organizations in the Kingdom, few are as feared or more wanted. They are also known as the Stains of Shade due to the fact that their leader, Scathanna Eagla, is a former student of the Academy.

Important Individuals

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• Auron Carver: An old hand at the game, Auron is one of the most experienced Huntsmen in Vacuo, with a record of immaculate success. . . and extensive property damage charges. He's loud, playful, and eccentric as one can expect, but he knows his stuff and cares deeply for those who fall under his care.
• Nivea Lanatae: A relatively green Huntress as far as field experience goes, she has shown herself to be a skilled fighter and even more adept tactician. However, perhaps due to her upbringing by her Valean parents, she finds some of the more draconian methods in which Shade shapes its Huntsman to be a tad extreme. Having been given the opportunity to teach some prospective students, she hopes to make use of a more empathetic and positive mentorship for them. that being said, she is a Vacuan local through and through, so if any of her students take advantage of her kindness, they will soon find themselves in for a world of hurt.
• Headmaster Theodore

[Raijinslayer]

@sassy1085@WXer@The Irish Tree@Mcmolly@TGM@Taka@Hero@Bartimaeus@Cello@Asura@datadogie@Xiro Zean

And now it begins.

The application period is going to be until the 10th of March, 12 PM my time. After that, I'll start making official acceptions within the following two days. I've made a discord for the RP as well, just send a DM my way for the invite. No posting character sheets into the Char section until you're accepted(obvious, yes, but best to cover my bases).

[mickilennial]

My sheet is like 90% done, so give it a day or two depending on my health.

[Bartimaeus]

Same, but mine's better.

[Xiro Zean]

Not same, but don't tell anyone I haven't even started yet.

[Mintz]

Huh, a RWBY RP? And about Vacuo no less? Well, count me in!...If you'll have me, 'course.

[Vatonage]

Withdrawn due to IRL business getting in the way of finishing the sheet.

[Asura]

a fox

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

On the surface, Kohaku is something of a wallflower—quiet, shy, and bashful. She isn't especially good at socializing, and often prefers to cede the limelight to other, stronger personalities. It certainly isn't out of a disdain, though. Given the chance to come out of her shell, Kohaku is a warm, friendly, even sensitive girl. She simply lacks the finer social skills to properly articulate herself, a relic of her upbringing in relative isolation. At her core she is empathetic and nurturing and dislikes conflict, attempting to mediate or avoid it when possible.

That is not to say she is cowardly, however. In the face of injustice or abuse she deems unacceptable, so can become exceptionally obstinate and defensive. This is especially true if the injustices in question are laid upon those unwilling, or unable, to stand up for themselves. It is not an exaggeration to say she has something of a hero complex born of the guilt she feels for how she led her life before arriving at Shade. This guilt hangs heavy on her, even though few would be able to see the effects through the facade she puts on. Fundamentally, she considers herself a bad person, unworthy to receive the kindness she herself tries so hard to espouse as a result of her sins. This self-loathing compounds her difficulties connecting with others.

Although her good nature and youthful appearance can lead some to believe she is naive, Kohaku possesses quite the formidable guile. She is a practiced liar, and quite good at putting her empathy to work in manipulating others by pulling on heart strings where they lay. It isn't something she particularly enjoys doing, but old habits die hard, and it has gotten her out of cleaning duty more than once.

Appearance

Standing at an unimpressive five feet in height, with an accompanying lithe build, Kohaku does not cut an especially intimidating figure. Her features are soft, childlike, and possess an innocence unsuitable for the lands which bore her, or the occasional hardness that inhabits her large, chartreuse eyes. Her skin is shockingly pale for a nomad, remaining a healthy, unblemished shade of alabaster through means both practical and genetic. Her velvety locks follow in its example, a pale, sandy blonde mop that lightens in places to a near-white. In both texture and shade it matches the fur on perhaps the most eye-catching feature she possesses—two exceptionally large, vulpine ears that jut expressively out from the sides of her head, replacing the those one might find on a Human. Far from the only indication of her Faunus heritage, a plush fox tail extends from the base of her spine, swishing to and fro with the highs and lows of her emotional state.

“Uhm... Do I need to say something here?”

| N a m e: |

Kohaku Nanashi

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Kohaku

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus

| History: |

Kohaku was born some sixteen years ago to an unlikely set of parents. Her mother was a chieftain that ruled over one of Vacuo's more sizeable bandit clans, and her father was a Huntsman hailing from Anima. The specifics of their relationship were lost on young Kohaku—whether they parted amicably or bitterly, the girl's father was long gone by the time she could remember anything, and any questions as to his greater identity or whereabouts only seemed to trouble her mother in ways few other matters did. She learned from an early age not to ask those questions, not for fear of reprisal, but to spare her remaining parent any undue pain. Instead she contented herself to live among her mother's tribesmen, a child among killers and thieves.

Against all expectation, her upbringing was somewhat idyllic... at least insofar as much one could describe a nomadic, desert upbringing as idyllic. The clan was among the most successful in its region, and under the strong leadership of her mother, managed to subsume several smaller clans and extort sizable bounties from the trade routes that snaked through its carefully managed territory. But in resource scarce Vacuo, prosperity was scant without its drawbacks.

To have plenty was to draw the eyes and ire of those who would covet it. There were was always an ambitious upstart looking to wrest control of the clan away, both within and without, and when they couldn't bring down the woman in charge directly, they directed their eyes to what weak points she had—namely, her young daughter. Kohaku suffered more than one attempt on her life, or ill-fated kidnapping attempt in her youth. Each attempt thwarted, each one punished in ways far more horrific than would be allowed to trickle down to the young Faunus. Try as her mother might to keep her child insulated from the harsh world around them, the sensitive Kohaku could see the worry she caused. She resolved to become stronger, so that she would no longer be a burden.

At the age of ten, she summoned up her courage and demanded her mother teach her how to fight. How to be like one of the clan. Large as the matriarch's shadow loomed over her, the girl had expected to be denied. Instead, she her mother wistfully accepted, declaring that Kohaku had inherited "her father's fire" after all. While her contemporaries in other Kingdoms prepared at prestige combat schools, a firm hand and the wastes around her would mold Kohaku into the warrior she wished to be.

Mold her it did. While she had been largely sheltered from the brutality of deserts in her youth, her brave declaration shed this veil of nicety overnight. She trained at battle and stealth and bushcraft, to live and fight and live outside the confines of a well-hidden encampment. It was hard, brutal work, beyond what hardship she had experienced in the world up until that point—having to hold off on bathing until the rains returned was of little compare to watching the Grimm descend upon a settlement so they could pick through the scraps, or hearing the strained rasp of a caravan guard's last breaths as he sunk back on the blade in his back.

But she labored to survive, and thrive, in her new role. Something she had succeeded in; young as she was, she quickly became an accomplished raider among her people, a feat no doubt attributed to her heritage as much as her determination. It was all she could have hoped for. Long were the days when she needed to fear knives in the dark, or wallow in the knowledge that she was a vulnerability that weighed heavy on the mind of the woman she owed her life to. She was praised, even. A reliable fighter. A useful asset. A suitable heir.

But that praise was all but empty in the face of what she had to do to receive it. It had been easy to live with when she was little. When her mother came back from the wilds with a new toy or a shiny trinket to delight her with, she needn't think of where it came from. Of who it came from. But having bloodied her hands, having taken part in her familial career, she could only wilt. This wasn't what she wanted to do. This wasn't why she had worked so hard. She didn't want to hurt people anymore, even if hurting people was the only way of life they—that she—had ever known. Maybe her mother had been right to keep her walled off in the camps, hidden away from reality for however long it could have lasted. She wasn't cut out to be a cutthroat.

So she summoned that resolve that had led her down the path of banditry in the first place. Made a plan, packed her belongings. She didn't even have the courage to say goodbye. Instead, with a note pinned to the floor of her tent, Kohaku disappeared into the night on the eve of her sixteenth birthday. If she couldn't walk the path of one parent, then perhaps she could walk the path of another. She could track. She could fight. She had even had her Aura unlocked. Even if she knew no other way of life, she knew there was one place that never had enough capable killers: the Huntsmen Academies. Her journey led her to Shade, and the rest, as they say, was history.

| Semblance: |

Kohaku's Semblance, Haze, allows her to superheat things around her. She needs merely be aware of an area, possess the requisite Aura to generate the necessary heat, and have a direct line of contact to the place in question—most commonly through the air, though she is also capable of using the ground—and she can affect drastic increases in the temperature there. On the surface level, it is a very offensive Semblance, suited for dealing horrific injuries or property damage should she will it.

Years of practice, however, have led Kohaku to carefully hone its usage in a variety of more creative, less extreme way. By rapidly heating the area around her, for instance, she is capable of creating sudden updrafts to misdirect projectiles or soften falls. The rapid expansion of air can be used to hasten or impede movement, and more than once she has used her abilities to form rudimentary mirages in the wastes of her homeland. She even managed to utilize it to form a localized thunderstorm at one point.

For all its potential, destructive or otherwise, it does have its limitations. Like all Semblances, its output is directly linked to the amount of Aura spent on its use. Consistently using it to create truly extreme differences in heat is considerably taxing. As the initial heat generation is localized on her position, utilizing it at long-ranges is more difficult than doing so at closer ones. Lastly, as she requires an indirect link between herself and the target, impeding this link makes it challenging to use. Creating gusts of wind to disrupt searing air, destroying the dividing ground, or ducking behind terrain all hamper the effectiveness her ability.

While relatively insignificant to its combat potential, possession of Haze has given Kohaku an innate resistance to extreme temperatures. While it is likely a trait meant to insulate her from the effects of her own powers, it has been of greater help in surviving the deadly climate of Vacuo's wilds.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Kohaku's primary weapon is Requiem, a Multi-purpose Projected Dust Caster (MPDC). To call it a weapon would be considered insulting to those who painstakingly crafted their own at Remnant's many combat schools—it is little more than Atlesian salvage cobbled together into a miraculously functional staff. Canisters of Dust housed at the base of the clunky, rusting head feed into a central projector mechanism at the center, where it is then ignited and shaped based on her will. The staff has room to house four standard sized canisters, which Kohaku fills with the most common four—red, blue, dark orange, and white—to create fire, water, earth and wind based phenomenon respectively. The staff also functions as a foci for her Semblance, extending her range significantly.

Her fighting style is equal parts evasive and crafty. Utilizing the agility afforded to her by her stature and physique, she deftly maneuvers into mid-range against her opponents. Here, where her Semblance and casting potential are most optimally deployed, she wreaks havoc with the multitude of tactical opportunities her Dust-based fighting style affords her, though she typically avoids using the more destructive or lethal options in her repertoire.

Despite her stated preference for Dust casting, Kohaku is almost always in possession of a weathered, curved knife commonly used by the nomadic tribes of Vacuo's desert regions. Details from her entry examination would imply she is significantly more proficient in its use than she is with Requiem.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Kohaku is a product of her environment, as contrary to that as her appearance would indicate. Beyond her significant combat potential, she is surprisingly agile, talented at going undetected in a variety of environments, is a skilled in desert survival, and adept at jury-rigging technology. Her Faunus heritage, beyond earning her scorn from the more traditional inhabitants of the Kingdom, bestows her with incredibly sharp senses of hearing and eyesight. She also possesses a level of grit one would expect from a future Huntress of Vacuo; to call her stubborn once she sets her mind to a task is an understatement.

Her weaknesses are readily apparent upon looking upon her and, if one was so inclined, learning of her background. She is short, and not especially powerful physically, making her unsuited to feats of strength or physical robustness. Her upbringing has made her clannish and distinctly lacking in charisma, and she lacks the greater understanding of technology and academia many of her peers possess—prior to arriving at Shade, she was entirely illiterate. This has not changed much in the interim between the entrance examination and the start of the school year.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Kohaku, for all the resolve she tries to muster, has many fears. Some of them minor, like her belief that she will find no acceptance in this world; that her peers at Shade will shun her for her past deeds should they ever surface, and that her clansmen would never again accept her for the weakness that drove her from them in the first place.

On a higher scale, she fears herself. Her few years in the wastes taught her that properly motivated, she is capable of monstrous deeds, and she wishes never again to engage in them. Equally, she fears that this unwillingness to do what so often must be done—no matter how unpalatable—makes her unworthy to be called a Huntress. The two sides of this struggle wax and wane, making her indecisive at critical junctures. A fatal flaw for those who wish to hunt the real monsters that stalk Remnant.

| Miscs : |

Cashmere wishes it could be as soft as those ears. Seriously. It's a problem.

[mickilennial]

a girl

Huntsman Sheet

“Fufufu~ What’s wrong? Gonna cry?”

Whereas her sister and mother are stoic and calm-hearted, Caramelle decidedly takes after her late father.

The brown-haired girl has no patience or sense of time. Her blood runs hot and her tongue runs hotter. She’s impulsive, headstrong, and arrogant with a sense of berating others for even the smallest annoyances and grievances. In Vacuo you speak your mind or you get run over, a sentiment she has continued to remind herself since she was a little girl. She absolutely detests that her older sister for all of her brilliance takes a lazy, slothful approach to life. After all, if you don’t give 100% all the time do you even deserve to survive in such an environment? Her father had died for dropping his guard around the wrong people and she refuses to belittle his memory by lowering hers. Friends only end up stabbing you in the back. You don’t need friends. You need walls. The more you keep people at distance the sooner you can predict their movements against you.

Her mother obviously doesn’t think such a belief bodes well, but the damage of their past has done what it has. She hopes that Caramelle can grow as a person and learn that trusting people isn’t inherently stupid.

Caramelle speaks louder than her diminutive height suggests. She’s on the shorter end of students at Shade Academy with her sandy hair that resembles the desert environment around her strewn into two distinct tails with simple black wrappings. Her bangs are messy, though not unkempt. Her eyes are brown as well, though a scar runs down her right eye from a past altercation. She always appears to have one or two distinct expressions: one of amusement or one of annoyance. She is not stoic like the majority of her family.

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Name

Caramelle Tawne

Aliases / Nicknames

Mel

Gender

Femme

Age

16

Kingdom of Origin

Vacuo

Race

Human

History

Caramelle is the youngest daughter of famed huntsman, Walnus Tawne and retired huntress Hunie Merigold.

Caramelle’s childhood was situated going from place-to-place, always on the move after her father’s untimely death by a rogue huntress when she was eight years old. Her mother took her and her older sister, Aes, from settlement to settlement as she tried to fill the void. Jobs were scarce, but her mother used to be a huntress so money wasn’t too troubling to find, though food came and went. There were days when there wouldn’t be enough food in the household and her sister would find ways to fill the void while their mother was out working.

Caramelle was eight years old and her entire world had been taken from her. Her father had taught her about the huntsman academies, the responsibility against the Grimm, and the glory of protecting Vacuo from whoever tried to impose their will upon it. Every time he came home from collecting another bandit’s feather in his cap he would tell her a story, a fairytale about a cool huntress and the things she’d do. After the funeral there was no one to tell the stories to her and her sister. There was only the cold corridors of whatever place they were living in at the time. Her mother sold the family home and tried to keep the girls together. Eventually, the reality of being a single parent on menial income hit all three of them and her mother sent the girls packing to her father who was working out of Coquina. Neither girl would see their mother again for years, only receiving their allowance with a conjoined letter in the mail.

Oleum Merigold was not a kind caretaker. That aside, Caramelle didn’t know much about her maternal grandfather. He was cold and ruthless in his diction and how he expected the girls to behave, though he never used physical discipline. The passing of his wife some years ago had left him bitter and solitary, though he earned a decent wage working out of Oscuro Academy as one of the long-standing instructors. While not students themselves, Caramelle’s adventurous and curious nature made her shadow Oleum and his students, musing about weapons and how real huntsman and huntresses got their start at being heroes of Vacuo. Her sister took a passing interest with her, but ultimately it was mostly just her sitting on a rock observing the more outdoors-inclined instruction. Soon enough she found herself proclaiming herself to be a new “huntress recruit” long before she was of age as she annoyed the local townsfolk of Coquina.

There was a lot of yelling. Sometimes older kids trying to put her in her place. Sometimes some thugs who thought the huntsman were too busy at the academy to bother in the town. Caramelle got hurt, but not before her own sister unlocked her aura before her to block the next strike. It would be enough to distract the thugs until a local huntress arrived on the scene and gave the two a lecture. A lecture that would be preceded by their grandfather’s own later that same night. A lecture that would lead the old huntsman to begin training them informally until they were ready to join the academy proper—if they really wanted to waste their lives in following in their father’s stupid shadow.

Years followed. Caramelle and Aes entered Oscuro Academy. They got their weapon tools and their training. Eventually, it was enough to get them into Shade Academy.

That’s where Caramelle’s story begins.

Semblance

Known as ‘Terra Viribus’, throughout the Tawne bloodline, Carobelle’s semblance is about redirecting the kinetic energy in the earth into her body to strengthen her body or quicken her reflexes. While her sister uses this in a defensive manner, Carobelle looks to create creative offensive sets. The requirement is clear however that she has to either conserve the energy gathered from the earth or to be standing on the ground with at least one foot to utilize it effectively.

Weapon & Fighting Style

Carobelle wields Gravity's Spiral, dual swords that transform into a dual automatic revolvers.

In terms of how she uses it within her fighting style, she prefers the close combat forte of Gravity’s Spiral’s melee form, though when she needs to fight from range she does so with rapid succession rather than slow precise strikes. This is extended to when she’s using the melee form of the dual swords, relying mostly on a flurry of speed as opposed to how her sister uses her weapon with precision and strength.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths

• Talented Weapons Combatant and Melee Fighter.
• Brave and Headstrong, capable at taking on enemies and adapting as the battlefield requires.
• Keen battlefield awareness, though hindered by impulsive decision-making.
• Visual learner; effective at learning from enemies and allies fighting styles by seeing it.
• Capable of following orders despite personality issues.
• Informal huntress training from age nine to fourteen and formal training at the combat school known as Oscuro Academy; making her a more refined combatant than those who are newer to the skillset.

Weaknesses

• Arrogant and Brash, leading to impulsive and insensitive decisions.
• Prefers speed over power and precision; resulting in sloppy maneuvers.
• Not book smart; struggles paying attention to technical data not presented like folktales.
• Aura abilities are unlocked but only as the baseline level.
• Does not trust or particularly work well with others. Is standoffish.
• Paranoid. Will need character building and organic friendships to get past her trauma.

Fatal Flaw

Caramelle’s greatest weakness is her paranoia. Compounded with her own prescient smug arrogance and attitude it leads the young huntress to make not only short-sighted and impulsive decisions but also refuse to trust people. She constantly suspects her peers are enemies-in-waiting, people who will pull out a knife and plant it into her back once it is profitable and convenient to do so. Her loud, prickly nature is a defense mechanism that certainly will make more enemies than allies.

[Mcmolly]

WIP

Huntsman Sheet

To understand the value of bravery, you need to pay the price for cowardice.

Wisteria grew up being told she didn’t belong, being hated for reasons everyone else seemed to understand but her. Threats to her and her family came often and in great number, and she was too afraid then to stand up to it.

Not anymore.

Wisteria is a girl of few words, but she tries to make those words kind. While patient almost to a fault, and generally averse towards conflict, she no longer shies away from it. Obstacles, problems, enemies—if they cannot be avoided then they are to be met head-on with grace and finesse, but never run from. Doing so sometimes means putting aside things like fear, and compromising sense for integrity. Wisteria has no qualms about putting herself in danger to see something done, or—especially—to see someone protected. There is an undeniable air of self-destructiveness about her, a silent, willful disregard for her own well-being, both physically and emotionally. She learned late the importance of altruism in a place like Vacuo, and later still that there is no such thing as altruism without self-loathing.

Wisteria walks a paradoxically obscure and yet undeniably loud line between ethereality and the brand of garishness rivaled only by carnivals and tie-dye shirts. Her clothes scream with colors that often clash or are simply unpleasing to look at, but they are undeniably well-made. People with an eye for fashion would spot the calls toward high-end Mistral styles, but even those without could still peg the pieces as obnoxiously flashy and overly elaborate, which are just as characteristic, to be fair.

Sashes and hoops, sleeves with buttons and shoulder-cloaks and now and then a ribbon or two dangling from the cuffs and hips. One could justifiably call her outfits impractical, but in action Wisteria moves unimpeded, skirting and dancing across the battlefield as the various colors dim and flare and seem to flow into each other heedless of boundary.

In contrast, the girl keeps an almost demure, unassuming demeanor. Neither short nor tall, with dim-colored eyes and a propensity for blank expressions, Wisteria is, mildly put, not what is advertised on the tin.

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Name

Wisteria Ferrox

Aliases / Nicknames

Wisty

Gender

Female

Age

16

Kingdom of Origin

Vacuo

Race

Human

History

Wisteria’s mother initially came to Sanus to liaise between a sect of the Mistral aristocracy and a small yet promising dust mine in Vacuo. Negotiations were short, unsuccessful, and ended with her marrying the mine’s young owner, leaving her own home, as they say, in the dust.

The two lived together happily, though they faced their fair share of challenges. Between Vacuo’s general lawlessness and distaste for the frivolities of Mistral, the only thing that kept the Ferrox family alive and in business was the fact that the dust flowed steadily, and also that nobody seemed to be able to kill the bastards. Plenty tried, but most learned quick and deathly that missus Ferrox was more than just a pretty, foreign flower.

Eventually they brought two children into the world. First a boy, Pasque, and two years later a girl, Wisteria, both named after the contents of the garden their mother had left behind in Mistral. Wisteria spent her youth in the protective shadows of her mother and Pasque, whose dreams of becoming a huntsman were shelved in favor of guarding his family. While their mother taught Pasque how to fight, she taught Wisteria the finer arts of the Mistral elite. She learned how to paint, how to dance, how to appear composed even when she was not. She was given a thorough if informal education, and when her semblance blossomed, Wisteria quickly turned it into a tool for artistic expression.

However, while she was blind to Vacuo’s hostilities, Vacuo was not blind to her. The people saw in the Ferrox children a burgeoning dynasty of opulence, and feared that the mine might one day direct its dust to one of the nations that had tried and failed to bleed them dry before. Bandits came more frequently, more fiercely, and though none managed to get past Pasque’s spear, it was clear that the attacks would not stop as long as Mistral had its neatly-trimmed nails dug into Vacuan soil.

One day, their mother vanished.

Their father was crestfallen, Pasque remained steadfast but it was obvious he was hurt as well. Wisteria withered. Fear became her closest companion; between the devastation of abandonment, the new night-terrors, and the outright refusal to even walk beyond the walls of their home, people might very well have assumed that the Ferrox daughter was gone as well. Pasque tried to comfort her, and to his credit, the safest she ever felt was beside him, but it wasn’t enough. She was utterly ruled by her fear. The bandits and marauders slowed for a time, but soon the old sentiments returned. Their family was not forgiven. The attacks resumed.

Troubles did not end there. While sorrows were never scarce in Vacuo, the fact that most people lived their lives on the move meant Grimm had trouble pinning them down. The Ferrox posed no such problem; theirs was a thoroughly planted home now utterly rife with gloom. Eventually it was that when the bandits ebbed, the Grimm would flow, and Pasque, while well-versed in warding off man and faunus, scrambled to adapt to the more monstrous assailants.

One night he was not fast enough. The mines were overrun, the house sieged by Grimm. Pasque fought into the dawn, but was overwhelmed. Their father died protecting him. Just when it seemed like all was lost however, the cavalry arrived. Men and women with weapons bared, and even semblances flaring, drove the Grimm away from the mines and the manor.

Wisteria crawled out from her hiding place shaken and wide-eyed, and saw through the window her brother struggling to his feet, bloody but alive. Then one of their saviors stabbed him through the chest. They set about sacking the home and seizing control of the mine, and Wisteria, spurred out of her shock by fear and shame, took her mother’s spear and fled.

The next anyone would see of her would be at Oscuro’s doorstep, and shortly after, the doors of Shade Academy.

Semblance

Wisteria’s semblance, Achromatopsia, allows her to pull colors from objects and areas, which can be applied to other things, or molded into various constructs, controlled telekinetically. Higher quantities of constructs naturally require more color and effort to create, but large amounts of color can also be channeled to make fewer but stronger and more resilient ones.

When constructs are destroyed or dismissed, unless applied to something else, the color returns to its source. As well, color taken from living things, while generally more potent, can only be held temporarily, and cannot be applied to other objects when dismissed. With focus, Wisteria can alter taken colors, but this change reverts when the color returns to its source.

Weapon & Fighting Style

Wisteria’s wields her family’s heirloom, a modified glaive called Prism Ribbon. While certainly more ornamental among the weapons found in Vacuo, Wisteria has modified it over the course of her time at Oscuro. With a pearlescent blade, and an internal chamber for utilizing dust, Prism Ribbon has become much more than decoration.

In practice, Wisteria’s combat style is graceful, bordering on dancelike and bursting with flourish. She will often use her semblance to extend the glaive’s edge, effectively turning it into a scythe with a warped, flowing blade of weaponized color.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths

• Well-educated, analytical, able to strategize quickly and effectively.
• Quick, nimble, with a dancer’s grace that lends itself to her melee combat-style.
• Dauntless, able to suppress fears and anxieties in order to focus on the problems at hand.
• Very experienced with her semblance, able to utilize it in a variety of ways in combat.

Weaknesses

• Mental stability hinges entirely on a false persona.
• Little to no experience fighting Grimm.
• Reliant upon agility and precision, little aptitude for strength.
• Only a rudimentary understanding of aura.
• Stubborn, self-destructive, scant regard for personal safety.

Fatal Flaw

Wisteria’s entire being is founded upon the denial of the fact that she is a coward at heart. She’s spent years building a wall around that inner, pathetic self that was too weak to save her brother, and too afraid to die with him. It’s a strong wall, but it has cracks, and should it crumble there may not be anything left of her to salvage from the rubble.

[Xiro Zean]

Imagine posting a WIP

[WXer]

A river

Personality

Along with the rest of his cousins in the Redcliffe clan, Rio grew up venerating his great grandpa as a near-mythical hero figure from the time of the Great War. The Redcliffe patriarch was said to be brave, shrewd, generous, wily, and a whole bunch of other traits befitting a gentleman desperado. Though he had never met him in person, Rio wanted to become exactly like him.

So at a young age, a burning sense of justice had ignited within the wannabe hero who sought to stand up against oppressors and fight for the downtrodden. While his intentions were good, his naivete got him into a lot of fights with kids that were often older than him. Coupled with an exaggerated confidence fuelled by chauvinism, Rio was an easy choice for schoolyard bullies though his bruised body always cashed cheques his tenacious spirit wrote. These childhood antics have largely shaped who he is today: a headstrong scrapper with ideals and courage that is hounded by insecurity and single-mindedness.

A bit older now, he's been made aware of these issues and tries to keep his cool. However, if someone says the wrong thing about his friends or family, it'll be time to throw down.

Appearance

Rio stands at a height of 5'8" and at a weight of 71 kilograms. While his build is mostly on the lean side, this isn't immediately apparent as he is almost always wearing one of his sandstone rancher coats. Though, those coats do also cover the collection of minor scars he has accumulated throughout the years. The same coats also have his personalized symbol embroidered just below their left breast pocket. Said symbol is based on the Redcliffe's ancestral home village in Mistral is which known for its cherry blossoms.

According to his parents, the deep hue of his blue hair and eyes were the primary reasons he had been given his name. To contrast this, Rio often wears red undershirts in an act of petty teenage rebellion though he draws the line at the comfy pairs of bleached blue jeans he wears daily. Lastly, he always has a pair of leather gloves on as it is practical to do so when out and about under the hot Vacuan sun.

“I'll back down when I'm knocked down.”

| N a m e: |

Rio Redcliffe

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

The Mistrali Kid, used earnestly by him and mockingly by his peers

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Born and raised in Vacuo

| Race: |

Human

| History: |

A legacy of roguish bravery hangs over the head of this hesitant Hunstman-in-training.

While Vacuo is not as prosperous as the other kingdoms, its people are proud and the Redcliffe clan are a testament to that. Originally refugees from Mistral who fled during the Great War due to Mantle's encroaching influence, Rio's ancestors were quick to become patriotic partisans to their new home. When peace had finally reached the land, the Redcliffes were on the winning side of history and that victory could never be taken away from them.

Yet, their other possessions could be taken away as famine, banditry, and Grimm attacks had left them destitute. Once again finding themselves displaced, Rio's parents and uncles and aunts had moved to the capital city just before he was born, living under a single leaky roof. Through their sheer determination and a couple of lucky breaks, the Redcliffe's were able to provide a stable albeit modest home to Rio and his extended family as ranchers on the city outskirts.

While he did not have many luxuries as a child, he did have his family's legacy that his mother had fondly recounted to him every night just before bedtime. Being a hero was in their blood, he thought, and so it would be that he'd get into scuffles with the nosy neighbour kids, the stuffy schoolyard students, and even his older cousins when they forget to mind their P's and Q's. Naturally, this lead to Rio desiring for more in life and give even more back to his community. He couldn't be a ranch hand forever and so he would try his damnedest to get accepted into Shade Academy, eventually become a full-fledged Huntsman worthy to stand in the same family pantheon as those that have come before him.

What came easy to others did not naturally come easy to Rio. Many nights were spent studying and doing drills on top of the daily chores he had to do after attending school. Yet, this made the day he got his acceptance letter all the more sweeter. He would be the first in his family to ever attend Shade Academy and this just had to be celebrated. Yet, he could not properly enjoy himself for he knew this was merely the beginning of the next great chapter in his life. Come wondrous dark or perilous light, Rio Redcliffe stands ready.

| Semblance: |

After a week long camping trip in the Vacuan wilderness, Rio's semblance manifested itself during an episode of extreme thirst under the scorching desert sun, which was soon followed by the tallest drink of his life. His mind's eye had visualized an oasis beyond the horizon and its existence was true. Dubbing it Water Wanderlust, the semblance allows Rio to locate concentrated bodies of water. The distance from and the size of the aqueous collections affect his detection ability as smaller bodies require more concentration to keep track of while further whereabouts become nearly impossible to precisely pinpoint.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

The Boatman's Due is a compact, Dust-fed railgun that can transform into a paddle-shaped halberd. Commissioned by Rio's father as his Shade Academy acceptance gift, this weapon is adorned with bronze and treated wood laminates which result in a light yet durable frame that is easy to maintain. The Dust storage compartment bears an ornamental skull to invoke fear in those that face Rio though that rarely occurs.

The emergence of Rio's semblance has largely influenced his approach to combat. While he was always keen on being defensively opportunistic through the usage of cover and consistent movement, the ability to keep track of nearby people's intracellular fluid allows him to plan moves with near perfect intel. The most glaring flaw on this semblance reliance is the innate lack of water inside most Grimm. Regardless, Rio will always play it safe and keep foes at a distance while only going in for close quarters combat when all other options are exhausted.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths:

• Courageous - Yes, he gets scared but Rio has never backed down from a challenge.
• Nature Survivalist - Working on a farm and living off the land has given him many insights on foraging.
• Ascetic - A life devoid of splendor has led him to steer clear of overindulgence.
• Persistent - One can only fail when they give up and Rio Redcliffe knows not the meaning of surrender.
• Loyal - Unless they've acted dishonourably, Rio will always stand by his friends' side. Heck, he'll even try to find a way to regain his friend's honour for them.

Weaknesses

• Quick To Anger - Passion often needs an outlet and Rio's tools of artistry are his fists.
• Vindictive - Unless the grudge is settled squarely, he will not forget how you have crossed him.
• Traditionalist - Rio has a hard time grasping concepts that go against what he has been taught before.
• Intrusive - Due to his eagerness, Rio often inserts himself into the private affairs of others even without their knowledge or consent.
• Proud - Though he is quick to help others, Rio prefers to do things by himself if it only concerns himself.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

There is a lot of pressure mounting on Rio to succeed and it has dictated his lifestyle outwardly and on a subconscious level. While having some stress for motivation is healthy, Rio's quest for validation is always seeking for more problems to solve regardless of his ability to handle them. The impact of each failure gnaws at him far longer than it should, piling on to his anxieties that he actively avoids by keeping himself busy. Yet, success doesn't even bring him much reprieve as evidenced by his acceptance to Shade being eclipsed by the worriment of actually being in a prestigious Huntsman academy.

One can only hope that reaching his ultimate dream of being a Hunstman will finally bring him peace.

| Miscs : |

Theme Song

[mickilennial]

Same, but mine's better.

@Bartimaeus

Narrator: It was in fact, not better.

[Bartimaeus]

<Snipped quote by Bartimaeus>
Narrator: It was in fact, not better.

@TGM

Silence, peasant.

[datadogie]

I've finally finished Saffron, woooo.

Saffron Rupalfeather

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

A typically calm individual, Saffron understands that life is full of things that can go wrong, and so ensures that when opportunities arise for enjoyment that she partakes in them, oftentimes even if those would result in scorning by others. She does this whilst avoiding ventures that would result in her own dissatisfaction, an act that can often have her being observed as fussy or even reclusive if she fails to get herself involved with a group activity that doesn’t have some kind of incentive to have her participate. That being said, Saffron struggles to form bonds with people - she treats people with respect, and it is inevitable that she will come to befriend someone who treats her well in turn, however she can often be reluctant in knowing that those very same bonds can come crashing down and wishing to avoid the possibility as much as she can.

What makes that worse is her own subconscious attempts to have things crash. Saffron enjoys observing people, trying to work out what makes them tick, and what frustrates them so that she can weaponize it against them should they turn on her. Privately, she understands that she is probably making things worse for herself by looking at it that way, and she reasons it out by telling herself that she is preparing for the worst. She sometimes has trouble backing down, disliking the notion of being wrong or weak. Recognising her own weakness in this regard, Saffron will often try to duck out of arguments that she’s on the defending side of.

Appearance

Saffron stands at a height of 5’5 and weight of 126lbs. She has a slim, ectomorphic build, as well as an average bust. She has a pair of cloud coloured eyes, and silvery hair that descends just past her shoulders and onto her upper back; Most of the time, her hair is found brushed, though she doesn’t tend to tie it back, instead letting it hang loose a little. As a Faunus, Saffron also has animal traits - a pair of fox ears atop her head as well as a tail, those traits both being the same silvery colour as her hair.

Emotion-wise, Saffron will often rest with either a neutral expression on her face or a slight smile if she is feeling particularly relaxed. She is prone to smirking when she finds something to be amusing, and is visually expressive whilst she is enjoying herself, often exerting joyous expressions on her face whilst laughing or having a good time. On the other hand, she isn’t so visually expressive with frustration or negative emotion, with a scowl or frown being as far as she goes facially, and crossing her arms over her chest when she is feeling especially annoyed to express herself physically.

As for apparel, any outfit with a hood is Saffron’s main go-to. This doesn’t particularly have to be a hoodie, as cloaks also fit the billet for her. Whilst not particularly fussy when it comes to colour, Saffron does favour darker-coloured clothes, which contrast well against the light of her skin and her hair. Whilst indifferent in deciding between baggy or tight clothes, Saffron will attempt to avoid anything with large or obnoxious logos on them, preferring plain or simple designs.

“Do you enjoy the taste of your words on your tongue, or are you perhaps just spewing them out without thought?”

| N a m e: |

Saffron Rupalfeather

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Saff, Feather

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

17

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vale, Kingdom of Vale

| Race: |

Faunus (Winter fox)

| History: |

Money meant freedom, and whilst the Rupalfeather family perhaps were not the richest, they certainly were not the poorest of individuals, either. What this meant for young Saffron was that she came to treasure the freedom that she was granted early in her life, and came to heavily resent any restrictions that were placed upon her by her parents, which often arose in order to prevent Saffron from hurting herself by her adventurous, carefree nature. These early life developments were the foundation of her personality as she grew up, and before her teenage years had even started she was doing what she could to alleviate herself of any negative activities.

Saffron’s parents were too late in acting to change the personality that their daughter had formed. Their daughter’s personality was nothing to be too worried about for the regular parent, however the concerns for Saffron’s parents came for their unbelievingness at the effectiveness of Huntsmen, and their accurate prediction that Saffron would take that route of education. Such a path carried a significant risk of death, and in the eyes of the Rupalfeathers, their daughter would not receive as effective of a training as others due to her Faunus heritage, thus putting her even more at risk. Saffron detested this attitude from her parents, for she did in fact want to be a huntress.

Her parents were correct about one thing, however; Being a Faunus was trouble. Whilst it did not directly impact Saffron’s development, the negativity towards Faunus within the Kingdom of Vale did affect her mood. Thankfully, this changed once Saffron was old enough to go to a combat school; Between Pharos Academy and Signal Academy, she the latter just to get a little further away from her parents, who resided within Vale proper as opposed to the island of Patch where Signal Academy sat. It got her some of the distance that she wanted from those that she felt were holding her back a little.

However, it was at Signal Academy that Saffron truly realised that death was a real possibility, and that working as a huntress was not an easy freedom. However, death was always a possibility wherever she would go, and so she stuck through Signal, continuing her goals to become a Huntress - to do otherwise was pointless, and would put all of her progress to waste, including her manufacturing of Nova Limbo, her weapon and item that she uses with pride due to it being her own, and at that, one of the first things that truly was her’s. It was during her time at Signal that Saffron discovered her semblance, which arose from an extreme feeling of regret during a training session in which she knew she was going to be struck by her sparring partner’s attack due to her own mispositioning, and Doubled Back to a position where she was able to adjust herself.

Graduation from Signal Academy came with a new question; Did she really want to go to Beacon? Saffron spent a week considering her options, as she had an opportunity to choose; Atlas might have taken her if she applied, she could stick with Beacon so that she was close to home, there was Haven Academy in Mistral… Or, she could stick with her ideals of freedom, and choose Vacuo, with Shade Academy positioned there. She knew it would be a much harder experience than the other academies and living within their territories, however such a challenge would make things a little more fun, and help toughen her up a little and gain her the experience that she both wanted and needed.

After making such a decision, Saffron took a little bit of time to prepare during her post-graduation break, both sending off an application to attend and receiving acceptance in return. Her parents, of course, were not too happy with the prospect of their daughter leaving to another kingdom, however at this point she had progressed too far for them to stop her, and so they allowed her to do so. With everything decided, Saffron then used the latter part of her break to travel to Vacuo to attend Shade Academy.

| Semblance: |

Life comes with regrets, and often people want to forget something they just saw, scroll past it and wipe the fact that they saw it from their memory, or perhaps they wish to repeat something they just did for a greater feeling of satisfaction. They wish to double back, and that’s what Saffron’s semblance is called and allows her to do.

Doubling Back allows Saffron to move herself either mentally or positionally back in time by up to six seconds in the past, though not both at the same time and not physically, meaning she cannot Double Back to remove physical damage to herself such as wounds. By Doubling Back mentally, Saffron is able to clear her mind to keep herself focused, or avoid unsettling thoughts or visuals by forgetting that she ever saw them. Whilst mentally Doubling Back, Saffron is able to set a mental marker so that she knows how to avoid whatever it was she was that had made her Double Back.

Doubling Back positionally allows Saffron to reset her position to the same position that it was up to six seconds in the past. This includes where she was actually positioned, as well as her stance. Doubling Back positionally allows Saffron to avoid an attack that she cannot move her body to defend herself from, or allows her to attack twice by attacking, slipping back in time to where she attacked to strike yet again. Doubling Back positionally does not affect her present momentum and in fact retains it. This means that she can strike before she Doubles Back to pre-strike, or utilise her momentum in a different way than she had before, however can also disadvantage her in some cases; if she Doubles Back whilst falling extremely quickly, her momentum will slam her into the ground anyways.

The semblance has a cooldown of two seconds, meaning that if Saffron is constantly Doubling Back, she is always moving her position forward by two seconds. If an opponent keeps track of this, then they have more of a chance of putting up a defence against it. In addition, if Saffron is placed in a stationary position, the effectiveness of her semblance diminishes over six seconds, as there is less distance than she can Double Back to. In such a case, opponents can easily plan for her Doubling Back if she does so. If she Doubles Back whilst panicked or in an otherwise negative state, Saffron can become disorientated by her new position.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

A Huntress needs a weapon, and so whilst she was at Signal Academy, Saffron forged her weapon, Nova Limbo. The weapon works off of two forms; A bow form, and a sword form, the latter of which usually serves as the weapon’s idle form both due to the difference in size between the two forms and due to Saffron’s favour toward melee as opposed to ranged combat - whilst she can perform at ranged combat, she prefers to be close in with her opponent, partly due to the fact that her semblance assists her more in melee combat than it does at range.

Nova Limbo is built partially for style, but mostly for efficiency. Despite its ability to switch between forms and thus capabilities, both forms are robust and well-manufactured, with the sword and the bow both able to compare well with their non-transforming counterparts in robustness and function, but with the advantage of having both of them in one package. The slight disadvantage is that if one part isn’t maintained well, the weapon may fail to transform properly, which is primarily disadvantageous to the bow form, which requires the transformation to be full in order to have the string taut enough to fire.

Nova Limbo does not use traditional arrows, however works through the usage of dust cartridges that are placed within the handle. There is enough room for two dust cartridges, allowing Saffron to switch between two types of ammunition. Saffron has figured she might be able to modify Nova Limbo in the future to fit four dust cartridges, thus allowing four different types of dust to be used and switched between, however has decided to prolong such modifications until she is more experienced in her craft or can find someone to do it for her, lest she damage her weapon accidentally in the process of modifying it.

The dust that is selected is carried through the blades of the weapon to the string, giving the blades a slight hue of the selected dust’s colour and changing the string’s colour to match that of the dust. The firing of the bow via the pulling of the string fires a visible wave at the target, the impact of which deals blunt damage rather than the typical piercing damage of an arrow. Though selecting dust isn’t a necessity to use the sword form of Nova Limbo, utilising dust gives the blade the same coloured hue, though the dust is concentrated at the tip of the weapon, allowing it’s usage when stabbing or slashing at an opponent. This concentration of dust has a stronger effect than the blunt strike of the bow’s wave attack, however Saffron obviously has to be at closer range to use it.

Stylistically, Saffron both prefers to be at close range and is a motion player, keeping herself on the move and fighting ambidextrously. Seldom does she keep her feet still whilst she is fighting, often accompanying her strikes with flourishes and pirouettes. Saffron is not afraid of height, unafraid of leaping at or jumping atop her opponents, and using her semblance where possible to keep herself safe and dish out additional strikes.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Saffron has great potential to be a Huntress…

• Faunus vision in the dark, as well as great hearing with those big, fluffy ears
• Close range prowess, coincidentally also her preferred combat range
• Mentally open and free to do as she pleases, allowing herself a great deal of merriment
• Unfazed by the cruelty of life, knowing what it can do, thus able to cope a bit better with evil

… Still, she has some things to work on.

• Has trouble making lasting bonds with people, including teammates.
• Is often unsure of how to represent herself to others
• Avoids arguments and debates where possible, which fails to add in her own opinions
• Can often be seen as irresponsible, due to risk-taking for enjoyment
• Slight feeling of homesickness

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Saffron’s biggest flaw is her outlook on life. In knowing that not everything will last forever, and that anyone that she befriends could be gone in an instant, she struggles with forming long-term or even short-term bonds with people, not wishing to endure the feeling of loss if she ends up losing them, which she knows could happen. Her feelings delve deeper than this, as she knows that she herself can only live once, and that can place her in situations that are particularly risky in order to enjoy herself and live out the thrill. She’s going to die one day, but if she dies whilst having fun, what’s the problem?

| Miscs : |

Theme song (Possibly to be replaced)

[Hero]

RWBY OC DO NOT STEAL!!!!1

Huntsman Sheet

_{| Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end |}

Personality

<sub>Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, Fiona is a quiet girl who prefers to keep to herself. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she is open to talk to just about anyone should she be open to conversation. The few times she does choose to talk she tends to keep things short. Still, she has a surprisingly positive deposition with an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations.

Despite her quiet and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her thoughts properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking an odd delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.</sub>

Appearance

_{Standing at an average height of 5"5', Fiona is a girl with fair skin and long, white hair. Her big, blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a youthful look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions composed. Even when caught off guard her mannerisms remain perfect. Her clothing leans towards simple colors that don't draw much attention.}

“I’ll do my best.”

| N a m e: |

Fiona Myrsina Schnee

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

n/a Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company Vacuan Sector

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

17

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo / Atlas

| Race: |

Human

| History: |

There isn't much in her life that Fiona would consider notable. She considered her life boring and often dreamed of meeting her knight in shining armor who would whisk her away to a better life, though reality liked to remind her that her fantasies remained strictly in her head. Still, she knew how to keep her head low and avoid attention--all she needed to do was make sure she never drew any unneeded attention. Of course, she couldn't even do that right, and the first and only time she had ever dared to speak up resulted in regret, making her wonder if it was even worth it. She was shipped over to Shade and told to that if she couldn't learn her place then she would need to make her own path. Despite multiple apologies, she was brushed off, the path of a huntress being the only thing she could take.

| Semblance: |

None Schnee Glyphs

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Crystal Dream [DBCU]
_{A Dust Bolt Crossbow Umbrella built to her specifications.}
Fiona's style comes off as flashy, though she insists its the dust she uses. The constitution of her weapon is much stronger than it looks, its versatility playing into her ability to adapt. She is flexible in her range, albeit has leaned into keeping her enemies at a distance recently.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

✓ Agile
✓ Composed
✓ Knowledgeable on different types of dust and its usages
✓ Can get dust at will at any time
✕ Low constitution
✕ Little experience fighting people
✕ Relies on dust for battles
✕ Questionable heritage

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Passiveness.

| Miscs : |

TBA

[Xiro Zean]

Fake Dog

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

<sub>If one could taste a personality, Tawny's would be sweet. Sickeningly sweet. A type of sweetness that rots the teeth and dulls the tongue, churning the stomach until one is forced to vomit. Her apparent attitude is one of incessant cheer, a wide smile stretched across her face, and eyes curled with laughter. Open to all, and closed to none, she'll jump from person to person like a fly, chattering along without a care in the world.

Even as barbed taunts and vicious expletives roll off of her tongue, her joy still persists, grinning ear to ear all the while.

On the other hand, if the facade she holds before the animal-eared population is one of sickening sweetness, then her true self is one of a light sourness. Like an apple. Tart, sometimes sweet, sometimes acidic. To those of her own race, she is significantly calmer. Colder. Her words ring more true rather than sweet falsehoods, yet there was little to none of that happy nature to weather the harsher retorts. Yet, that disgusting sweetness, that bright, poisonous taste is always prepared for the unfortunate Faunus that cross paths with her.</sub>

Appearance

_{Tawny is always found sporting a pair of surprisingly realistic, but ultimately fake, animal appendages upon her head, whether they be ears, horns, or other similar appendages. Her usual attire consists of bright colors that garner attention, favoring yellow and white hues. If they just so happen to be blindingly bright within direct sunlight to certain individuals with enhanced senses, then all the better for her. A hairpin keeps Towny's hair out of her hair, a cute little bauble reminiscent of a desert flower, the only constant in her appearance.}

“You're supposed to be a cat, right? 'Quack' for me.”

| N a m e: |

Tawny Brown

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Brownie

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Human

| History: |

Tawny's story is a simple one. There were no princesses in castles, or fairy tale creatures, or heroes on horseback coming to save the world from evil. No, there was only a village, humbly existing within the sands of Vacuo, that disappeared violently with anguished screams and cries of fear.

A young girl, only six years of age, was forced to hide in the closet while her father left to figure out why it was so loud outside the house. Shaking, holding herself, when she heard her mother's voice suddenly stop mid-sentence, a wet 'thump' of a body hitting the wooden floor as something moved to where her mother was last before dragging something heavy out of their home.

Gathering what little courage she had, the young girl was able to peek out of the closet, only to see a strange mask and a pair of animal ears atop the head of a man standing at the doorway. It was only luck that kept her alive as the man was looking away, commanding others with similar masks just before a massive, otherworldly creature passed by. The sight of the monster, with its many eyes and coloration mirrored by those masked intruders, was enough to finally cause her to crack, fainting from mental exhaustion.

In time, the young girl grew, keeping the features of the person that had stolen not only her family, but her entire village from her. Grew to hate those features, and those who possessed similar ones, training her body to kill those terrifying beings she would later learn were called 'Grimm'. Soon, she would become old enough to enroll into an Academy, and become someone strong enough to travel the world on her own to search for those responsible for the atrocities committed that night.

| Semblance: |

Tawny's Semblance, Overdrive, is usually unuseable outside of combat situations, dormant until certain conditions are met. Overdrive passively siphons the energy residue left behind by Aura spendage, charging itself for future use. At certain 'levels' of charge, the energy can be released by Tawny in the form of special techniques.

At the first level, indicated by Tawny's hands taking on a brown glow, the energy can be released in a single, compressed burst. The force exerted by the blast is strong enough to knock Tawny back should she not possess stable footing, allowing her to use it as a sort of impromptu method of movement along with its designated use as a projectile. Even at higher levels, Tawny can choose to use this ability instead for a weaker yet less energy-intensive option.

At the second level, indicated by the brown glow reaching Tawny's eyes and aforementioned areas, the energy burst can instead be fired as a concentrated stream, dealing heavy damage. The knockback is also increased, enabling pseudo flight if aimed correctly, which would be easier said than done. Tawny cannot disrupt the flow of energy until it is entirely spent, should she activate her semblance at this level.

At the third and final level, the brown glow covers each of her limbs as well as the aforementioned areas. In this state, the energy has reached a point that can be used to directly alter her body. Unlike normal Aura enhancement, the physical capabilities given by expelling the energy at this stage are tremendous, far surpassing normal limits. However, this state can only be maintained for a total of thirty seconds, after which Tawny's Aura will immediately break and will need to be recharged fully for her Semblance to begin accumulating energy once more.

Overdrive is only capable of storing energy for a certain period of time, ten minutes after the most recent absorption, after which it will begin to quickly dissipate. The area in which it is capable of absorbing expended energy is also small, usually only large enough for Overdrive to begin charging within melee range of an opponent or a few inches away from the landing zone of an Aura-infused projectile.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Sepia's primary weapon is Justicar's Lament, a metal briefcase that can quickly deploy a savage chainsaw blade through the front. A smaller, secondary opening on the back posses an outlet that reveals the end of a sawed-off shotgun's barrel for heavy, close-range firepower that the chain can't chew through. A compartment that can be opened on the top is used to feed dust into the machine, which can either be used to grant the chainsaw a devastating elemental effect with fire or stone, or give the shotgun portion a bigger 'oomph' with water or ice.

Tawny doesn't intentionally take upon any specific style of combat, rather taking on a method of combat in relation to her opponent's. Patient, she waits and observes until she figures out their tells and habits before systematically shaving away at their resolve and bodies while using the incredible noise and aggressive nature of her weapon to psyche out the weaker willed.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

From her experiences of antagonizing the other half of Vacuo's population on a near-daily basis, Tawny's physical capabilities are fairly high for her age group, as well as her ability to recognize and understand the emotions of others. Leaving her personal biases aside, her general awareness and judgment skills are outstanding, capable of overseeing a situation and coming up with several solutions within a short time frame. If one were to stop there, she would seem like a perfectly adequate would-be-Huntress.

That was where her upsides end, however, as her emotions are what take her best traits and make them detriments. Tawny's sadistic streak is a mile wide, and more often than not, takes her time enjoying the moment rather than finishing things quickly and succinctly. Any attempt of pairing her up with a Faunus would only result in physical and emotional pain suffered by both sides, ruining any level of teamplay she would normally be capable of utilizing. As a nice cherry on top, even without her annoying facade in the way, knowing how others feel doesn't exactly equal empathizing, which is something she has trouble with aside from the most extreme ends of positive and negative emotions.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

That night, when everything was taken from her, she wasn't able to watch her parents' death. Which made sense, for a child barely old enough to hold a knife. The worst part, however, was when everything settled into a dead calm and she finally left her hiding place, their bodies were gone. Whenever she has nightmares, she would imagine what exactly happened to those corpses. Each and every possibility terrified her. Even the ones where they were alive.

Because that would mean they had left her. Alone. In that ruined, bloody village where the dead now rest where the living once lived.

| Miscs : |

The ears are probably fake and not made from actual Faunus fur. Probably.

[Cello]

Jet Sullivan

"At first I thought you were some kind of idiot. Then you spoke and removed all doubt."


_{Theme: FMU (Explicit)}

A smart mouthed cynic with a snarky, dry sense of humour whose bluntness borders frequently on downright insulting. Pragmatic to a tee, Jet isn’t one to leave anything to chance where his own wellbeing is concerned. He’s short fused and impatient around others and doesn’t feel the need to filter his opinions. He has his pride and isn't over eager to prove anything to anyone except himself. In that sense he can be his own worst enemy. Jet will berate the shortcomings of others and himself mercilessly; projecting his own insecurities with little compassion or empathy. That isn’t to say he lacks those qualities, but his knee jerk reaction to most people is to err on the side of caution and scrutiny. There is no beating around the bush in Vacuo; you either get the job done or you perish. Jet remembers this lesson well and will do anything to get what he wants.

A scrappy, unassuming kid standing at an average 5’7” height with a lanky build just shy of 118lbs. His hair is an unruly mop of hickory with bold eyebrows a shade darker, sitting above a pair of pitch black eyes. His nose is slightly crooked from a few repeat scraps in his younger days and sports a black stud on the left side; his right ear also has a silver helix piercing. Jet’s years working the scrap heap under the Vacuan sun has left his cheeks, neck and shoulders littered with freckles and sun spots. He also has a distinct mole slightly to the left of his lips.

His apparel consists of a pair of ripped, tawny trousers that have definitely seen better days, ratty black and grey sneakers with worn, red soles and a beige singlet sporting more than a few oil stains. He wears his brother's hoodie at all times; mostly tied around his waist due to the unagreeable climate. A black leather utility belt fastened around his waist is equipped with his various dust chambers, ammo cartridges and satchel charges. His right hand has a single fingerless glove that is attached to the wrist mounted mechanism in which he keeps his grappling hook. His visor is a dilapidated pair of mechanical goggles where the screen in the left lens flickers on and off erratically.

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Full Name

Jet Sullivan

Alias/Nickname

Slate

Gender

Male

Age

Fifteen

Kingdom of Origin

Vacuo

Race

Human

History

Born and raised in the Vacuan wastelands, Jet and his older brother Slate are no strangers to the harshness of their homeland. Their mother left, their father drank himself to death, the young boys were left to fend for themselves growing up. Other members of the settlement took pity on them, but Vacuo was no place for charity; the brothers would have to work to earn their keep. A retired huntsman turned mechanic named Diesel gave them food and board to work the scrapyard. The work was grueling; long days under the sweltering sun, stripping parts for scrap to sell to travelling junkers and tinkers. Jet fondly remembers Diesel not as an opportunistic entrepreneur looking to capitalise on the misfortune of children, but as the only person who was willing to throw them a bone - to give them something to cling to as they toiled day in and day out. He had taught them the ins and outs of his junkyard as well as many other tricks of the mechanic trade. Jet was quite the tinker for his age, taking apart broken machinery and rebuilding them into various tools and devices to help ease the physical burden of their work.

As the two grew older Diesel saw fit to train them as huntsmen. With grimm and bandit attacks on the rise their settlement could use all the able bodied warriors available to them. They didn’t have the formal training of those who attended the academies, but Diesel’s tutelage was satisfactory enough. So much so that Slate was able to pass the entrance exam for Shade with flying colours; Jet hoping to follow suit in a few years time.

A particularly large raid on their settlement had pushed the small town to the brink, but they were just barely able to fend them off. Though it was not without casualties. Among them was Slate, a mere month before he was to head off to Shade academy. Stricken with grief, anger and a thirst for vengeance against those who took his brother from him, Jet packed his things and departed for Shade in the dead of night. A note expressing his gratitude to Diesel was all that was left of the boy. Now attending Shade under the alias of his deceased brother, Jet hopes to train to be a huntsman in his place and have his revenge one day. Equipped with his brother's weapon and Scroll, he isn’t naïve enough to believe his deception will fool anyone for long. He just figures he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Semblance

Jet has yet to unlock his Semblance

Ward keeps Jet acutely aware of flanking targets by primarily functioning as an aura fueled trip alarm he can remotely set up on any desired surface or object he touches. He is able to alter the trigger event to either silently alert him of an intruders presence or to create a loud ruckus when tripped.

Wards can also be fixed to devices. Triggering them in this case will cause the affixed device to activate its standard function. Jet uses this as a means to remotely detonate his satchel charges as proximity mines.

Jet can place long ranged Wards on targets by imbuing his sniper rifle’s bullets with aura and an additional dust type (Usually Combustion or Lightning). Whilst these wards do nothing on their own aside from mark their target at the point of impact, a successful strike at this exact point from either Jet or one of his allies will cause the dust to erupt.

Weapon and Fighting Style

Obsidian End, once belonging to Jet’s older brother Slate, is a crudely engineered semi-automatic rifle composed primarily of salvaged parts and that good ol’ Vacuan scrapyard charm. The weapon can seamlessly transition between a standard rifle best for mid to long ranged skirmishes, to that of an unwieldy sniper rifle that ideally functions over great distances. The rifle fires gravity dust enhanced bullets in a three round burst, whilst the sniper furthers the impact of shots fired by imbuing those same bullets with lightning dust. The resulting electromagnetic dust creates a railgun effect to propel rounds with intense velocity.

Jet’s sidearm is Tonitrus, a simple flare pistol that discharges a singular blast of electricity to shock a foe for a few moments. It has to be manually reloaded after each shot by taking the time to divert energy from the lightning dust within his primary weapon - but it is his best option in a close encounter to stun an assailant and create distance. Jet operates best when positioned comfortably away from the front lines, providing suppressive fire and support for his allies. When caught on his own, he favors hit and run tactics whilst whittling down his target with a rain of bullets.

Other tools he uses to help him while on the hunt are his trusty wrist mounted grappling hook - allowing him some extra mobility to stay on his toes or reposition to a better vantage point. He also wields an archaic visor as a way for him to scope in whilst aiming his sniper rifle. He usually brings about half a dozen homemade satchel charges imbued with combustion dust that need to be manually detonated after an arming period of a few seconds.

Strengths and Weaknesses

+ Tinker: He has a knack for engineering and mechanics.
+ Sharpshooter: He's a decent shot.
+ Cautious: He thinks before he acts and rarely makes impulsive decisions.

- Unrefined: Below-average skill level when compared to the other first year hunters.
- Uncoordinated: As good as he is with his rifle, he can barely scrape by in an up close and personal fight.
- Skeptic: He doesn't trust easily and is doesn't like to accept aid from others

Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw

His habitual pragmatism and cynicism have ingrained a constant sense of fear and uncertainty in him. As much as he would like to let his guard down and just enjoy himself, he knows from experience how easily everything can be taken away from you. Vacuo has hardened him and turned his heart cold; and he's scared that it'll stay that way for the rest of his life.

Misc

His brother taught him how to ride a motorcycle. He used Slate's bike to get to Shade in one piece and treasures it more than any of his other possessions.

[Eisenhorn]

Excuse me while I slip in my own modest submission right before the deadline, got to love shift work delays.

The Bird Brain

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

Chatty and disrespectful are two quick ways to describe the raven Faunus' typical day to day handling of himself. Always keeping himself relaxed and calm, Veloce isn't one for long, complex plans, preferring to just live in the moment and let the whims of fate carry him along. Fittingly, his mouth is usually running, chattering and commenting on the situation, his surroundings, his current companions, or just about nothing in particular. Of course, this hasn't endeared him with most people, considering he'll casually remark on missteps and failures he spots, even if it would be better to wait until later, and someone might be forgiven for mistaking his remarks as attempts at goading others to do better through some insulting remarks. Of course, none of this chatter is going to be about himself, he loves his secrets and will rarely share anything about himself unless completely necessary, and his definition of completely necessary being rather stringent indeed. Add in a nasty habit of casually lifting or otherwise 'acquiring' trinkets or other shiny objects that catch his eye and fancy, and he can an abrasive, though useful, friend to have. When push comes to shove, he won't leave his team hanging, that's just poor form, though he will give them a ribbing over needing some chatty nuisance like him bailing them out of trouble.

Appearance

Standing at roughly 5'11", with crystal blue eyes, Veloce prefers a rather flashy or at least showy outfit, often times letting his wings spread freely on his back, though begrudgingly can conceal them if need be. The long coat was originally his father's, as was the hat that goes with it, although both have been modified to fit the raven faunus and his unique needs for clothing. All lean muscle from getting into trouble and generally keeping himself in peak physical shape, which means less weight on his wings when he needs to do some brisk getaways, that being said, he clearly prides himself on being well kept and keeping his fashion in good repair. He seems to prefer lightweight clothing, both from a practical angle as well as a comfort one, and sharp eyes can see that he tends to overheat relatively easily compared to others.

Veloce's build tends to be fairly obvious when facing from the front, given he leaves his long coat open and his general attire lacks a great deal of modesty, to put it mildly. Besides the gilded long coat, he has a belt of cartridges for his personal weapon of choice, all conventional rounds while he keeps any possible Dust cartridges in a marginally safer interior pocket of his coat. Besides the rather plain slacks, he has a well worn pair of boots that he's had for pretty much after he hit the end of puberty, and the wear does show. Last of note is his hat, which Veloce is fiercely protective of, while the emerald green pendant is equally important to him, and he is pretty much never seen without either of the accessories.

“Much to many people's chagrin, I really just love the sound of my own voice.”

| N a m e: |

Veloce Argenti

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Bird Brain, V

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

17

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus: Raven | Wings

| History: |

Veloce can't really lay claim to any particularly traumatic, storied, or otherwise noteworthy upbringing, as far as anyone can get him to share at least. Born in a fairly quiet town, with enough through traffic to keep it modestly bustling. Veloce was raised by both of his Faunus parents, both working locally around the town, and both focused on trying to raise the young Veloce right. Well, tried to at any rate, since he always tended to have a nasty case of wanderlust and getting easily bored with the quiet life. Of course, that meant he was going to get himself into trouble by virtue of wanting to have something interesting to do, much to both of his parents annoyance with his antics and general tomfoolery. Doubly so since, in spite of the relative peace of the town he lived in, there was still the rising trouble with bandits and Grimm activity to consider. Of course, it would be an encounter with a Huntsman that would end up really defining his early childhood.

Deciding he had gotten bored of just running around and being a problem child in town, Veloce decided to go exploring the local surrounding wastes, which he had the misfortune of crossing paths with a group of bandits that had moved in to see about causing trouble with the local trade, since they couldn't get past the town defenses proper. Figuring the boy would be an easy ransom, Veloce elected to leg it instead, fleeing and giving them a good chase, though if it wasn't for running into a certain Huntsman who was out looking for the exact same group of bandits, his ultimate fate would have been far less pleasant given how irritable the group was over having to chase what was supposed to be an easy mark down and 'clip his wings'. Fortunately that didn't come to pass, the Huntsman making fairly short work of the bandit group and getting the young boy back to his family who, understandably, were rather furious with Veloce for not only wandering off but getting involved with a Huntsman, even if it was by that huntsman's doing that he was safe and sound.

The Huntsman stuck around for a bit to make sure no other trouble happened, and Veloce would ignore every attempt by his family to keep him as far away from the man as possible, listening to his stories, hearing about the schooling and training, how to make his own weapon, being regaled and deciding, despite his age at the time, he was going straight to the academy some day and there wasn't a person in the town who could stop him. After the Huntsman left, his parents tried to shake the influence that had settled in, but after finding the beginnings of a crude weapon that he'd started work on after some research, relented and at least helped make sure he'd do it right and not get himself hurt. With better supplies and support, he would focus on doing everything he could to prepare to go to the Academy and attempt to join. He even spent time at a more local school that would give him skills in survival and self defense while using their facilities to further work on his weapon. Imagine his surprise when he'd see the same Huntsman come back to visit and check on the young Faunus, the man was on a job to head out into the Wastes and see off some Grimm before they became too much of a problem.

Showing off his progress with pride, Veloce received a rather modest gift from the Huntsman, the man's hat, and the man spent several weeks with the boy while he waited for the rest of his team to catch up and prepare, poking fun at the man for seeming to take this young, though a teenager now, boy under his metaphorical wing. Then the team would head out, Veloce promising to keep the hat safe until they crossed paths again. As such things go, however, Veloce never saw the Huntsman again, and just hoped that they couldn't return the same way they came back, even though part of him certainly knew better. Life wasn't easy, even in the relative security of his hometown, and even a Huntsman could bite the dust as it were. He redoubled his efforts, never seen without the hat, and continued to work at the local school until he could graduate and decide where to go with life.

Sure, he had heard of other students wanting to go abroad, study at other academies, make something of themselves and see how other places worked. Veloce couldn't really imagine ditching his homeland, rough and tumble as it was, and was determined to make good on his intentions ever since he'd had that old Huntsman bail him out of some serious trouble with those bandits. Head to Shade, earn his place in their ranks, and keep coming up in the world. Nevermind most of the folks in his hometown were against it, openly or subtly, he'd prove them wrong, one way or another.

| Semblance: |

Veloce's semblance is what he calls Storm Herald, something that he is still fine tuning his means of manipulating. In short, he can cause localized windstorms and gusts, and while not enough to directly harm on their own yet, he has picked up quite a few tricks. In dusty, sandy, or areas that otherwise contain copious amounts of loose material, he can whip up dust, sand, ect storms that, while very local and shortlived, are very good at obscuring vision and being quite the distraction. Another one he is fond of is using the gusts to bolster his ability to fly, coasting far further than he might otherwise normally be able to. He can also use these gusts and windstorms to throw off folks or Grimm that might be leaping about a lot, throwing off their landings or, if driven enough or used on a light enough target, send them flailing into the air. Of course, there are other minor, rather childish tricks he can employ (purely for 'comedic' purposes), but being able to manipulate wind and air patterns local to him is something he is eager to expand his tricks with.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Veloce has built for himself a weapon he jokingly calls Mocking Bird, a rather sturdy looking pump action shotgun with a curiously shaped bayonet attached to it. This is its ranged form, capable of cranking off either buckshot or slugs in rather fast paced volleys, capable of slamfiring through all its loaded ammo in rather short order. Sturdy enough to use in melee like it is, this is not its intended melee form, the bayonet detaching into a Gladius while the rest of the gun folds and forms a gauntlet on Veloce's off arm, no longer capable of firing in this state but providing some serious oomph to his punches while the sword itself proves to work wonders in its intended role as a, well, sword! It has a compact travel form, collapsing into a box shaped form that can be easily carried over the shoulder or across the back as needed.

When it comes to fighting, Veloce is hyper aggressive in the assault, not wanting to leave openings or let things drag out for too long. Closing the distance as soon as possible, either cranking off shots from the Mocking Bird or, rarely, sneaking close enough to simply spring the assault, the young faunus doesn't believe in fair play when it comes to a fight. Blows below the belt, a handful for the eyes, every fight is a brawl, and he intends to end them as quick and dirty as possible. And he has found that he lives for these scraps and brawls, though the farther away he is from someone, the more trouble he has in actually seriously impacting them since he tend to forget slugs exist for his weapon. That being said, his Semblance helps close the gap when spotted from a distance, either obscuring or just bolstering his ability to cover ground quickly, and he really does not do well when he can't get in close, something he is painfully aware of most of the time when it becomes an issue.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

+: Agile and dexterous.
+: Highly flexible on the fly (and can fly for short periods).
+: Quite the street fighter at heart, and pragmatic to go along with it.

-: No practical experience with Dust, or much in the way of theoretical beyond the absolute basics.
-: Just cannot shut up to save his life (Extremely poor social skills).
-: Terrible at actually planning ahead more than a few moments at a time.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Veloc's unspoken drive to prove his family back home wrong about his 'mistaken' choice of career can prove to drive him to being reckless. Coupled with his 'wherever fate takes me' attitude towards plans and he can find himself in pretty far over his head since he just did not think that far ahead, and this was what ended up nearly landing him neatly in the grasps of the bandits from his younger years. Combine the two, and you get someone who has something to prove and has no real long term plans in place for how he exactly plans to make his point, meaning he could develop a pretty nasty habit of getting into trouble when trying to make a point. When it comes to fear, as much as he would say he has no great single fear, it would be actually finding out what happened to the man who inspired him to become a Huntsman, mostly if that fate was indeed as bad as part of him fears. He would probably not handle hearing of a bad end to this man well, and almost avoids any information that could lead to learning of what happened to the man, assuming it to be negative information.

| Miscs : |

Veloce has a modest collection of trinkets, baubles, and nick knacks that he's collected throughout his childhood and teenage years, mostly shiny bits that caught his eye and he keeps in a modestly sized, and very thoroughly locked, footlocker. He is routinely keeping an eye out for new trinkets to add to his collection, and in fact wears the pride of said collection as his necklace.

[The Irish Tree]

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.