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Beacon: Before the Fall

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Marsail Cirsium

"Da had to call in a few favours," she explained with a small smile. It was definitely a stroke of luck, being able to join the Cirsium patriarch out in the field, but she was perfectly aware of the effort he had put into convincing his colleagues to allow her and Èibhlinn onto a mission. Bringing on two young lassies who had yet to be fully trained would not have been in any way an easy sell for her da. "It was the berries."

As she talked, there seemed to be a greater pep to her as she reminisced on that outing. Her brogue, usually an undercurrent, was seeping further into her words. Marsail Cirsium still was as composed as usual, but it was clear that fighting alongside her father was something she considered to be quite a happy and fruitful event.

"Are you going to stow your weapon away?" she asked of her fellow Signal graduate after a second, looking up from the map in her hands. "It looks like we'll need to put them in our assigned lockers."

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Marsail Cirsium

There was a significant amount that had happened since the end of the Signal semester and her graduation from the combat academy, but Marsail Cirsium decided that it was probably better to keep her answer brief. Even though she was unsure of when the faculty would finally arrive, she didn't like being interrupted when she was talking. Better not to risk it.

"I went out into the field with me da," she answered, dipping further into her highland brogue for a moment as she thought back warmly on the trips. The Cirsium patriarch had allowed her to join him on one of his hunting expeditions after her graduation, and the experience had just been overwhelming. "How about you?"

Ozpin, however, soon arrived after their quick exchange, and Marsail immediately sat up in her chair, intently watching the speech made by one of the greatest Huntsmen in history. It was shorter than she had expected it to be, almost too straightforward for a man who seemed so grand and unapproachable, but even so, the fact that it was the Ozpin before them was sobering.

"The ballroom," she murmured to herself when the speech was over, pulling out the brochure she was given for the orientation. "Where is it ...?"

She squinted down at the map, having opened the page wide.

Beacon: Before the Fall

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Marsail Cirsium

"And winning is not getting too skittled?"

If that was the victory condition, then she was completely sure in her ability to remain as unfrazzled as possible before the faculty finally made their appearance. The wait was a restless one, and Marsail Cirsium could not say that she was unaffected by the growing anticipation, but she was not so anxious as to act out because of something so small.

She doubted her companion would either.

Marsail didn't know Conall particularly well, despite having attended Signal alongside him. However, she was familiar with her fellow graduate's reputation, and the easygoing demeanour he was displaying was nothing that ran counter to what she had heard during her time in the academy. She was very much doubtful that he could be inflamed from that lounging - she quirked an eyebrow up at how comfortable he seemed in the amphitheatre seating - position by merely waiting on something to happen on the stage.

She supposed that was being cool-headed.

Beacon: Before the Fall

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Marsail Cirsium

"It's working," she admitted, letting out a quiet sigh. Everyone was waiting with bated breaths for something to happen. If the faculty of Beacon were intending for such a result, then it was an utter success. "But if they wanted to nab our attention, they should enter before someone boils their head."

Somebody could easily lose their nerves in a place like this.

Beacon: Before the Fall

@HereComesTheSnow

Marsail Cirsium

Approximately sixty percent of the potential hunters were Signal students.

It had initially started as little more than a mere curiosity after sighting one of her former classmates in the crowds, but at some point her eyes had begun to seek out every graduate of her combat school she could find. Marsail Cirsium was not, and had never been, somebody who subscribed to the belief that it was better to sit idle than work for nothing, and the activity of identifying her friends and acquaintances amongst the throng of youths that had filtered into the beautiful stone amphitheatre provided her with a way to pass the time while she waited for something to occur upon the empty wooden stage at the building's centre.

One example of those identified acquaintances being the easygoing Conall Linumbienne sitting by her side.

"I don't believe muckledom of excitement is a virtue here," was her reply, glancing at the smirking visage of her fellow Signal attendee through her black-rimmed glasses. "It's not on purpose. I hope."

There was no need to inflame the vigour of youth any further. Of all the individuals present, she was absolutely, one hundred percent certain that none of them were anything but full of excitement and anxious energy, waiting for the change that Beacon would wash over them, hoping that it wouldn't leave them worse for wear. It was clear in the air, a jittery apprehension that was so thick that she could almost taste it. Conall could taste it. Everyone could taste it. The combined restlessness of every youth in the room, even her. It was why she hoped that Beacon was not attempting to rouse those emotions beyond what they currently were. Marsail Cirsium was far from someone who would transform into a mad rocket because of something like that, but ...

She shifted in her seat, linking the fingers of her hands together on her lap.

This was Beacon Academy. One of the four great Huntsmen Academies of Remnant.

A cauldron from which heroes emerged.

She would be off her head if she said she wasn't excited.

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Marsail Cirsium

Name: Marsail Cirsium (Alter)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:


Bio: The eldest of five sisters born to a family of Vale-based hunters, Marsail Cirsium was exposed to her parents' way of life from an early age, quickly taking to their teachings and learning to fight long before she even began attending a combat school. As the firstborn and heiress-apparent to the Cirsium Family Sword School, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors and become a huntress, throwing her very all into her training in order to do so. With her serious outlook on becoming a figure she viewed as a "defender of humanity" and intense work ethic, she was easily able to make it into Signal Academy, where she studied for several years before entering Beacon. While definitely a promising young huntress with significant capabilities, Marsail will still need to work on her overly serious nature, straightforward approach and tendency to get easily annoyed if she wants to become a hero that will carry on the good done in her family's name.

Semblance Name: Nodens Loucetius

Description of Semblance: Nodens Loucetius is the manifestation of Marsail Cirsium's desire to confront evil and injustice and utterly excise it from existence for the sake of humanity and all that is good. It can essentially be described as a semblance of "purification", being able to identify issues and then removing them by either healing or reversing them to a healthier state. She emits a warm light from her hands to obtain knowledge of the problem, and when the light is shone on their target, they will be saved. For example, if she were to come across someone who is poisoned, that poison can be removed by applying her semblance, as it would identify the poison and "purify" the person by removing it from their system. If she were to see someone injured, she could do something similar, except this time she would be healing the injuries rather than healing one of poison. If faced with an illusion, and she knew it was present, she could even destroy that illusion by identifying it and finding its origin.

Semblance Limitations: Her powers work only on a single target at a time, and when in use, she needs to first identify the issue (which can be done from the first part of her power) before being able to properly heal it. The greater the severity of the issue, the more energy it would take out of her, and the more time to would take to fix.

Weapon: Scotia Beag - Claidheamh Soluis initially appears to be a relatively simple claymore, a large and powerful sword that crushes all enemies before it with its great mass. The forward-sloping quillons of her weapon are a simple, furnished silver, seemingly little differentiable from the shining steel blade, but closer inspection reveals that the cross-guard can fold back if the secondary function of the sword is activated. When Dust of any kind is applied to her weapon, Marsail can emit the elements from its surface, either as a ranged attack when the blade begins to retreat backwards, or simply in melee when each strike in infused with the power of nature itself. However, its most powerful ability would be that which gave the sword its name; when charged, the emitters on the weapon begin to glow with a radiant light, spiralling out all around the blade in a helix to an extent that is blinding. This energy shines like a brilliant white torch and every strike with the sword will land with even greater impact and blind all foes. Most importantly, the blades can retract further, and with a swing the central emitter hidden within will concentrate the condensed power and fire off a powerful ranged blast that will instantly destroy any Grimm that was unfortunate to stand in its path. The more time Marsail takes to charge, the more powerful it can become.

Favored Dust Element: While familiar with the use of all types of Dust, Marsail Cirsium most commonly inserts Fire and Air crystals into her weapon.

Other: She has a rivalry with her next youngest sister, who is currently in the grade below. Despite wearing glasses, she actually doesn't need them that much. Big fan of fish and chips.

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Yes, but it would still take a lot out of her, as you're bringing someone from the brink of death.

@Azure Flame

All g, chief.

Beacon: Before the Fall

Looks fine, except for the bit about being able to instantly destroy any Grimm, there are some Grimm that are more powerful than any human could possibly handle, like the giant dragon that was only frozen by Ruby's silver eye powers, or the mammoths that have lived so long they leave people alone. As for the semblance, I was going to say it was OP, but as long as you regulate the energy consumption in a way that makes sense and balances it, then it should be fine. No like healing wounds that would normally kill someone and being able to walk away, something like that would take your own life. Also, if you could post the character in the characters tab, that would be great.

@Azure Flame

Yeah sorry, the instantly destroy any Grimm was more like hyperbole. Wanted to establish that it's a bigass beam that hits pretty hard. Not gonna be taking out big ones super easily any time soon. Healingwise with like, pretty harsh wounds: could she be allowed to like, stabilise people? Like, say someone's bleeding out really hard, could she do a quick fix that, while obviously not gonna make them go full on healthy, could get them from "critical" to "stable but still in dire need of medical attention"? Like using a Super Potion on your 'mon at 1 HP and pushing them to the yellow.

War Notes

Post will come later, is 6am. Need sleep.

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Dunno if I should post it in here, but just checking to see if this is g.

Hider

Name: Marsail Cirsium (Alter)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance:


Bio: The eldest of five sisters born to a family of Vale-based hunters, Marsail Cirsium was exposed to her parents' way of life from an early age, quickly taking to their teachings and learning to fight long before she even began attending a combat school. As the firstborn and heiress-apparent to the Cirsium Family Sword School, she was determined to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors and become a huntress, throwing her very all into her training in order to do so. With her serious outlook on becoming a figure she viewed as a "defender of humanity" and intense work ethic, she was easily able to make it into Signal Academy, where she studied for several years before entering Beacon. While definitely a promising young huntress with significant capabilities, Marsail will still need to work on her overly serious nature, straightforward approach and tendency to get easily annoyed if she wants to become a hero that will carry on the good done in her family's name.

Semblance Name: Nodens Loucetius

Description of Semblance: Nodens Loucetius is the manifestation of Marsail Cirsium's desire to confront evil and injustice and utterly excise it from existence for the sake of humanity and all that is good. It can essentially be described as a semblance of "purification", being able to identify issues and then removing them by either healing or reversing them to a healthier state. She emits a warm light from her hands to obtain knowledge of the problem, and when the light is shone on their target, they will be saved. For example, if she were to come across someone who is poisoned, that poison can be removed by applying her semblance, as it would identify the poison and "purify" the person by removing it from their system. If she were to see someone injured, she could do something similar, except this time she would be healing the injuries rather than healing one of poison. If faced with an illusion, and she knew it was present, she could even destroy that illusion by identifying it and finding its origin.

Semblance Limitations: Her powers work only on a single target at a time, and when in use, she needs to first identify the issue (which can be done from the first part of her power) before being able to properly heal it. The greater the severity of the issue, the more energy it would take out of her, and the more time to would take to fix.

Weapon: Scotia Beag - Claidheamh Soluis initially appears to be a relatively simple claymore, a large and powerful sword that crushes all enemies before it with its great mass. The forward-sloping quillons of her weapon are a simple, furnished silver, seemingly little differentiable from the shining steel blade, but closer inspection reveals that the cross-guard can fold back if the secondary function of the sword is activated. When Dust of any kind is applied to her weapon, Marsail can emit the elements from its surface, either as a ranged attack when the blade begins to retreat backwards, or simply in melee when each strike in infused with the power of nature itself. However, its most powerful ability would be that which gave the sword its name; when charged, the emitters on the weapon begin to glow with a radiant light, spiralling out all around the blade in a helix to an extent that is blinding. This energy shines like a brilliant white torch and every strike with the sword will land with even greater impact and blind all foes. Most importantly, the blades can retract further, and with a swing the central emitter hidden within will concentrate the condensed power and fire off a powerful ranged blast that will instantly destroy any Grimm that was unfortunate to stand in its path. The more time Marsail takes to charge, the more powerful it can become.

Favored Dust Element: While familiar with the use of all types of Dust, Marsail Cirsium most commonly inserts Fire and Air crystals into her weapon.

Other: She has a rivalry with her next youngest sister, who is currently in the grade below.

It's 6am, gotta sleep.