Dirty Dan

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

@Dirty Dan I don't think we've decided teams yet. I'm also opposed to you having super reflexes and super speed, I'd prefer you had one or the other but not both.

@Kouki

Alrighty.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Hold on, changing my character's history and origins a bit.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Daelon 'Eden' Verde

ＮＡＭＥ:: Daelon 'Eden' Verde
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ:: Male
ＡＧＥ:: 17
ＳＰＥＣＩＥＳ:: Human

ＴＥＡＭ:: --
ＳＹＭＢＯＬ:: --

ＳＥＭＢＬＡＮＣＥ:: Speed/Agility. When activated, his speed leaves him as a black and emerald-green blur to others' eyes, while Eden's own brain allows him the necessary ability to process things at this fast pace, if only for a limited amount of time, meaning that he either has to use it in bursts, or end the fight before his brain and body gets muddled from the stress. This amazing speed makes him incredibly lethal in combat, and can be used to chain together fast attacks with his blades. Due to a side-effect, he often leaves behind fading, emerald-green streaks, from his eyes constantly adjusting to his speed. It's an odd side-effect, and doesn't help, nor detriment his ability. Due to his speed, Eden often needs to eat high-energy foods and drinks, which is why he often drinks Monster Energy Sodas.

ＷＥＡＰＯＮ:: Exodus Zinnia is a dual-type of weapon, personally crafted by Eden himself. Thusly, it is still prone to upgrades and changes, whenever he has time for such things. Exodus Zinnia's appearance is that of two long, razor-sharp, sleek black katanas, with a dark steel and mechanical hilt, and with the razor-sharp edges of the blades being a deep emerald green - for aesthetic purposes. Small, steel, cylinder barrels are built into the bottom of the edge of the blades. Connected to these barrels are small black triggers. A pull on the trigger, and high-caliber sniper rounds will tear from the barrels, travelling up the length of the blade's edge and entering whatever he was aiming at - with Eden using the recoil as an enhancement to his acrobatic combat style.

This usually means that, to aim, he simply has to point the blades at the opponent, and squeeze the triggers. However, when Exodus Zinnia is in it's blades form, he doesn't aim all that much. He is in melee range, the sharp blade cleaving through enemy after enemy, with Eden mainly shooting as an after-thought;; a commonly used tactic is the blades are pierced hilt deep into an enemy, and he squeezes the triggers, the massive recoil blasting him backwards. The monster suffers from twin deep stab wounds, and the destruction of two high-calibered, explosive sniper rounds tearing into it's body. Highly efficient at mid-to-close range. Can insert dust crystals into the bottom of the hilts, to consume the blade in the crystals' respective element.

When he slams the blades together, hilt-first, a sensor takes over, instantly transforming Exodus Zinnia into it's sniper rifle form;; a large, long, and surprisingly light-weight, high-calibered sniper rifle, combined with an enhanced-zoom scope on the top. He usually uses this for when he needs complete accuracy, and when he needs to keep his distance. He can insert Dust cartridges into the gun as well, for a variety of different effects. The gun is primarily black, like the blades form, with emerald accents. Highly efficient at long range, with some potential at close-range, depending on the user's skill level.

ＣＯＬＯＵＲ:: Emerald/Verde Green.

ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ :: Eden is a lean young man, standing at around 5'11 or so, with a slim, yet defined and athletic physique that, while isn't bulky, allows him exponential speed and agility, whilst his strength itself isn't low. His skin is a tad pale, but nothing too extreme;; regardless, it goes well with his long, naturally silky black hair, which is naturally set into two long locks that rests over both shoulders. His eyes themselves are a bright green, seeming almost yellow in different lightings. His general clothing consists of a black shirt, and a pair of vaguely militarized black pants, with dark boots and fingerless gloves.

His clothing has an occasional emerald highlight, with forest-green bandages wrapped around his left thigh - pinning a holster there, and along his boots. His black and forest-green, compact bacpack is generally on his back, wherever he goes, holding light-weight items only he knows about. It's fabric can apparently be turned from a steel-like hardness, into a pillow-like softness, as he uses the backpack for both resting his head on, and in emergency combat situations. Exodus Zinnia is usually in it's travel-safe form - two dark black, emerald-accented rings, on the index fingers of his left and right hand.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ:: Eden is seen, by others, as a cool-headed, apathetic, reserved, and rather laidback sort of character, preferring solitude and keeping to himself, rather than large groups or things such as that nature, which can even make him seem rather lazy at times. He's generally in high control of himself and his actions, his semblance having a side-effect of him being able to process and adapt to things faster than the average. While he prefers peace and quiet, he also has a razor-sharp wit, which is only enhanced by his occasional smirks or smiles. His distant coldness, however, tends to make him unapproachable at times.

His humor is a tad dry and sarcastic, a bit black and dark, but it's usually in a humorous manner - he doesn't really talk all that much, but he when he feels the need to, he can crack a joke. Thing is, he just leaves that stuff up to his teammates or friends, feeling a bit more comfortable in the shadows, out of the way, watching out for other things the others may be too distracted to notice. In battle, he shows why he should be feared by the Grimm. He's not afraid of a challenge ;; rather, he loves challenges, due to his prodigal prowess in combat, and wouldn't shy away from a fight or dare. His cool demeanor can annoy a few of the more hotheaded students, but that's just how the cookie crumbles. He's quite the studious and scholastic student, and whenever he doesn't feel like coming up with a reply to someone else, he usually just quotes a stanza or verse from a poem or speech, even if that specific verse has nothing to do with the situation at hand. That could usually make the person get angry and walk away, which was usually Eden's plan in the first place.

He is a very inquisitive person, and if something interest hims, he usually doesn't give up on sating his curiosity. This goes hand-in-hand with his bravery and persistence, which can come off as stubborn at times.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ:: Eden is a man of a very...well, not lonely past, but a solitary and risky past. Born within an orphanage in the more...shadier streets of Mistral, he had always been a determined and street-savvy young boy. Stealing food from his patrons whenever they decided to hold out on the kids, and sharing it amongst the other young boys and girls, he was seen as an older-brother figure to the kids, and as he began to grow older, he began to rationalize his thieving as helping - even as he moved on from stealing from patrons, and stealing from the rich, themselves. Of course, his stint as an agile and sneaky thief caused him to get into quite a few fights on the street, which is where the rough-draft of Exodus Zinnia was created from - a pair of shabby stone swords he built out of awe of actual blades.

When he managed to get all of the kids in the orphanage enough food to last a long time, Eden moved on, running away from the orphanage that he no longer needed, and getting into more trouble. It was around this time, at the age of 14, when he was found by a teacher from Sanctum, an Academy on Mistral similar to Vale's Signal Academy. The woman having been on vacation, he had tried to pickpocket her when she walked into an alleyway, and when she turned around with a giant blade swinging towards him, instincts took over and Eden blurred behind her, sweeping her legs out from underneath her. She flipped in mid air and pulled a revolver out of the freaking alley wall, and aimed a shot at his torso. He saw the bullet moving slowly, as his eyes glowed, and Eden streaked behind her again, slamming a fist into her solar plexus. This is how he met his mentor, Viola.

Viola, after the scuffle, had sensed something in the street-rat, and grabbed him before he could run. After a conversation, in which he agreed to go to Sanctum Combat Academy, Viola continued with her shopping, and met up with Eden later that day, at their designated meeting spot - one of Eden's hideouts. That was the start of the second part of his life...school. There, he got into quite a few fights, but began to find a niche he enjoyed - hunting. He excelled in combat, with his street-smart instincts, natural fighting ability, his intelligence, and his semblance. Exodus Zinnia, originally a failed project, came into fruition, with the help of a couple of other teachers. Before he knew it, he was going to Haven Academy, put into a team, becoming an actual Huntsman..

ＯＴＨＥＲ:: Ready. My semblance would probably be some sort of telekinesis. I'm not a very active person.

Pokemon: Lumi Academy!

You have my interest.

I work for most of the week, but I'll see what I can do, active-wise.

Avatar: The Faded History

He hadn't originally planned to become a babysitter.

No, the young ronin had pretty clear-cut plans for the upcoming month. He had heard of a rather...illegal arena championship going on within the Fire Nation's borders, underground and hidden away from any and all legal trouble that the arena could have possibly ran into. How he got this information? Well...shady alleys and seedy bars spoke rather loudly if you were quiet and anonymous, both qualities in which the black-haired samurai had in absolute spades. He had plans on venturing on over to the championship before it began, and cutting a swathe through any and all opposition before they knew what hit them, garnering him the funds that he could then transfer over to his old village, which was now a, surprisingly, flourishing settlement on the edge of the Earth Kingdom.

Let it be known that he was not a heartless man - rather, he was simply a man that occasionally gave back to the place that both saved his life, and, technically, ended it. Now, however? His plans were pretty decimated, considering he was somehow persuaded into teaching a girl how to hold a weapon. And, not just any girl. A bending girl. Not just any bending girl, either. The Avatar bending girl. He had been cornered when drinking some saki within one of the Fire Nation's Capital. It was his fault - he had not expected for the squad of soldiers to completely forebade any chances of him leaving without cutting off their heads. Even worse, they said his name - his true name, in front of everyone and Gods' know who else, and officially requested his presence in the Chief's office. Long story short? His former village would now be watched over from the constant outward threats of bandits and terrorists, in exchange for his service to the Avatar.

As she introduced herself, the ronin stayed silent, his strawhat shadowing his face completely, his ensemble leaving him otherwise covered, other than his chest, which was recently bandaged, along with his hands, which stayed hidden within the folds of his sleeves. Only his name, 'Feng Shei' was uttered to the woman, and after all was said and done, and the woman began to make her way to the ship, he slipped away. Years of stealth and agility training allowed him to get onto the boat and find himself a nice perch away from any chaos within only a few seconds, and from his dark corner in the top of the ship's deck. He sat in a cross-legged position, Tsukihime resting on his lap, as Feng observed everyone else from underneath the rim of his strawhat.

Only when Terra fell, did his face twitch from it's apathetic mask, the ronin holding back a sigh.

This would be a long boat ride.

Avatar: The Faded History

Just got back from school. Fuckin' finals.

I'll write up his history now. Sorry if it seems a bit lackluster/vague, I sorta want it to be kept half in the shadows for now.

Finished

Name;;
Feng Shei

Nickname;;
N/A

Age;;
22

Gender;;
Male

Primary Element;;
N/A

Secondary Element;;
N/A

Appearance;;
Feng is a young man of undetermined ancestory, even to himself, with pale, fair skin, dark, feathery, messy black hair, and naturally cool, analytical gray eyes. Not specifically tall nor short, the masterless samurai is a man of average height, give or take an inch, with a very lean build that may make you underestimate him at first - until you further take in the lean, agile musculature that his form holds, hiding an incredibly strong swing behind the guise of speed and agility. His hands calloused from gripping the worn leather of his blade's hilt, and his form lightly littered with faded, pale scars from the spoils of many past battles, Feng is an over-all interesting figure. He does not wear flashy or attention-grabbing clothing - a simple, loose-fitting black keikogi that showcases a the top of a leanly muscular chest, and loose black trousers, along with wooden geta. His clothing choice is typical of that of a wandering ronin, and it's loose, light-weight fit allows him to stay light on his feet during battle. He generally has on a straw hat that hides his entire face in shadows, and keeps him anonymous. There are blades built into the rim of the hat, making it a deadly chakram when necessary.

Likes;;
Sake, resting, worthy adversaries, sleeping, chess.

Dislikes;;
Loud, obnoxious people, spicy foods, cowardly people, bullies.

Strengths;;
Prodigal in the art of weaponry, highly intelligent/quick-thinking, a master of sleight-of-hand.

Weaknesses;;
A loner through and through, has had his bending permanently shut off, and he's quite a bit jaded in the heart.

Personality;;
Mysterious and quiet, Feng comes off as an over-all apathetic and shrewd young man. His past is obviously a secret, and holds some pretty heavy baggage, considering how he does not mention it at all within his limited social circle. Perpetually quiet and unpredictable, Feng has a very sharp mind, and with it, comes a naturally dry, sarcastic side that comes out only when Feng allows it to come out - basically, anytime he feels as if someone needs to be reminded about how idiotic they are. Due to the young man's seemingly laidback nature, and the way he takes things at his own pace, he can easily come off as lazy and unmotivated to some, and even as a bum, due to his knack of not actually paying for his stays at inns, and simply sneaking in and sleeping wherever he wants. Despite this, Feng is obviously a dangerous individual, judging by how easily he can become pure cold and ruthless in only a blink of an eye, and this is what makes his enemies and allies fear him - the fact that he has no qualms about attacking anyone that threatens him or anyone he finds close to him. He tries to keep an unapproachable aura, so as to keep his inner circle very limited, but his unwillingly curious, kind, and inquisitive nature forces the cold ronin into undesirable situations.

Background;;
He was born to an unknown pair, in an unknown location, and even the exact time his birth took place was unknown. What is known, however, is that he was found, floating down a fortunately warm stream, fished out by a fisherman and his wife. He had pneuomnia, a cold, and was running a very high fever - nothing but an almost newborn baby, adrift in the wilderness for who knows how much time. He was practically starving. The man and woman took the baby back to their village, and with the help of the village's doctor, nursed the baby back to health. They later took him into their care when he was healthy enough to not look to be on death's door, and officially named him Lee Kin, their new son. The wife could not bear any children, and the pair were lonely. Lee Kin being born made this loneliness diminish.

As a child, Lee Kin showed himself to be an immensely talented, if not socially outcasted young man. The kids in his small school was told of his rather odd origins ;; found, as a baby, on his deathbed by a pair of poor fishermen. They bullied him, stole his lunch, and generally gave him a hard time. Every day, the skinny boy would come home with bruises and sadness in his heart, and everyday, his gray eyes became just a bit colder, just a bit more distant. Eventually, he ran away from the village, around the age of seven or so, tired of the jeering. He wandered the wilderness for a long time, until he fell asleep...and was kidnapped. That blatantly and straightforward. The bandits were looking to sell him to the black market, but just as he was being transported by giant mole-rat, he was saved by a stranger in a straw-hat and robes. The man wielded a beautifully efficient and simple katana, which he used to cut a swathe through each bandit, before saving Lee Kin.

The boy was indebted to the man, and begged to become his apprentice, to learn to be strong. The wandering samurai agreed, under one condition - that Lee Kin left behind his past life without a trace.

The boy hesitated, before resolutely agreeing. He loved his family, but he would bring nothing to the village as he was - a weak, socially awkward nerd.

And thus, Feng Shei was born.

Extra;;
He wields one katana with master efficiency and lethal skill. It's name is Tsukihime, and it is usually within a black sheathe on Feng's waist, with the sheathe holding a long, sprawling silver dragon symbol along the metal. The katana's hilt is a deep, leather-wrapped black, with deep silver accents along the hilt. The blade itself is long, slim, light, and extremely razor sharp - some even say that it can slice the air itself. Feng's fighting style with Tsukihime is extremely unpredictable. He is such a mysterious and hard to read person, that it is completely impossible to know what he's going to do next. This, combined with his natural skill, makes him even more dangerous. He may go straight into different styles of hand-to-hand combat, use his surroundings to his advantage, fight with both the sheathe and katana, or utilize different kenjutsu stances. It all depends on his opponent.

His sandals has built-in razor-blades in the soles, and along his body, Feng holds many different small, light-weight throwing weapons.

Avatar: The Faded History

Just got off of work. There was like a party with 80 or so people, along with our normal rush of customers. Christ being a busboy sucks when there's hundreds of dishes and tables to clean. Fuuuu-

Alrighty, my character will be finished tomorrow afternoon! That's when I'll have the free time, haha.

Avatar: The Faded History

By the way my CS is almost done!

Ling Feng

Name: Ling Feng

Nickname: The Fang

Age;22

Gender: Male

Primary Elemant: Chi Blocking

Secondary Element: chi?

Appearance;;
Ling Feng is a non bender from the fire nation, having paler skin and black hair as most others of the area do. He wears red, loose fitting cloak on top of a tighter and more aerodynamic series of wraps and light padding. His eyes are red and vibrant. He stands at a tallish 5'11, with a slender build. He is owns a set of more formal clothes he keeps with him worn by wealthy fire nation nobles traditionally, but only wears them when his family meets him or he enters a city for the first time.

Likes: Fried anything, challenges (particularly races), acrobatics, plays, rice.

Dislikes: Bender supremacists, meditation, the cold, perverts, the air nomad lifestyle in general.

Strengths: Speed, precision, short term strength

Weaknesses: Low endurance, strong emotions,

Personality: Trained in a traditional style for years with no success, Ling has grown restless, constantly needed something to take his attention. He was never one for the meditation exercises, constantly skipping the energy working exercises that the benders around him would do not realizing they were for more than just bending practice. He is impulsive, slow to judge and quick to accept, too trusting at times and selfish to a point, but not an unhealthy level. He’ll gladly save his friends but often times causes trouble to find them because of his own actions.

Background: Born to the heir of his father’s impeccable bending legacy, being a personal guard of the emperor and one of the greatest fire benders of the nation, Ling started his life a disappointment. He had no bending ability whatsoever, not even a spark could erupt from his fingertips, but this didn’t mean his family didn’t love him. He was trained for years with the rest of the fire benders, despite not having the ability. His father could afford to keep him trained to fight at least, and so Ling did. He fought and fought a lot.

The problem was, he was fighting against benders, who had him beat on range, and even if he did touch them they still had fire, and his father was approached by one of the trainers after a particularly dangerous bout Ling was involved in, offering a specialized class just for the boy. Ling’s father didn’t even consult Ling, and simply handed his son over to this strange group of fire bender monks who promised to level the playing field. These monks taught the boy traditional chi blocking, and over the course of the next 14 years, he would come to almost master the art.

He returned to the fire nation academy at the age of 20, this time his peers knowing full well he was only in because of his father’s position. They ridiculed him, all of them. Ling didn’t pay them any mind. He knew he wasn’t more powerful than them or anything, but the playing field was in fact equal. When the group would spar, at first Ling only fought the worst of the worst. The soldiers barely passing their examinations, but it quickly became clear he could hold his own against the better trainees, and such he trained with some of the best in the class. He would go on to be expelled from the program after disabling the chi flow in a poor girl’s arm for life after a sparring match got heated due to some taunting on both sides. Ling doesn’t even know how he managed to do it but he holds it against himself and gladly accepted the punishment he received.

Exile for 3 years.

Extra: He isn’t royalty, but his last name is well known.

@Experiment 249

Yo. Your character's last name is the same as my character's first. 0.0

Avatar: The Faded History

I have work tonight and tomorrow. May I please reserve my reservation until Thursday?

Avatar: The Faded History

Finished

Name;;
Feng Shei

Nickname;;
N/A

Age;;
22

Gender;;
Male

Primary Element;;
N/A

Secondary Element;;
N/A

Appearance;;
Feng is a young man of undetermined ancestory, even to himself, with pale, fair skin, dark, feathery, messy black hair, and naturally cool, analytical gray eyes. Not specifically tall nor short, the masterless samurai is a man of average height, give or take an inch, with a very lean build that may make you underestimate him at first - until you further take in the lean, agile musculature that his form holds, hiding an incredibly strong swing behind the guise of speed and agility. His hands calloused from gripping the worn leather of his blade's hilt, and his form lightly littered with faded, pale scars from the spoils of many past battles, Feng is an over-all interesting figure. He does not wear flashy or attention-grabbing clothing - a simple, loose-fitting black keikogi that showcases a the top of a leanly muscular chest, and loose black trousers, along with wooden geta. His clothing choice is typical of that of a wandering ronin, and it's loose, light-weight fit allows him to stay light on his feet during battle. He generally has on a straw hat that hides his entire face in shadows, and keeps him anonymous. There are blades built into the rim of the hat, making it a deadly chakram when necessary.

Likes;;
Sake, resting, worthy adversaries, sleeping, chess.

Dislikes;;
Loud, obnoxious people, spicy foods, cowardly people, bullies.

Strengths;;
Prodigal in the art of weaponry, highly intelligent/quick-thinking, a master of sleight-of-hand.

Weaknesses;;
A loner through and through, has had his bending permanently shut off, and he's quite a bit jaded in the heart.

Personality;;
Mysterious and quiet, Feng comes off as an over-all apathetic and shrewd young man. His past is obviously a secret, and holds some pretty heavy baggage, considering how he does not mention it at all within his limited social circle. Perpetually quiet and unpredictable, Feng has a very sharp mind, and with it, comes a naturally dry, sarcastic side that comes out only when Feng allows it to come out - basically, anytime he feels as if someone needs to be reminded about how idiotic they are. Due to the young man's seemingly laidback nature, and the way he takes things at his own pace, he can easily come off as lazy and unmotivated to some, and even as a bum, due to his knack of not actually paying for his stays at inns, and simply sneaking in and sleeping wherever he wants. Despite this, Feng is obviously a dangerous individual, judging by how easily he can become pure cold and ruthless in only a blink of an eye, and this is what makes his enemies and allies fear him - the fact that he has no qualms about attacking anyone that threatens him or anyone he finds close to him. He tries to keep an unapproachable aura, so as to keep his inner circle very limited, but his unwillingly curious, kind, and inquisitive nature forces the cold ronin into undesirable situations.

Background;;
He was born to an unknown pair, in an unknown location, and even the exact time his birth took place was unknown. What is known, however, is that he was found, floating down a fortunately warm stream, fished out by a fisherman and his wife. He had pneuomnia, a cold, and was running a very high fever - nothing but an almost newborn baby, adrift in the wilderness for who knows how much time. He was practically starving. The man and woman took the baby back to their village, and with the help of the village's doctor, nursed the baby back to health. They later took him into their care when he was healthy enough to not look to be on death's door, and officially named him Lee Kin, their new son. The wife could not bear any children, and the pair were lonely. Lee Kin being born made this loneliness diminish.

As a child, Lee Kin showed himself to be an immensely talented, if not socially outcasted young man. The kids in his small school was told of his rather odd origins ;; found, as a baby, on his deathbed by a pair of poor fishermen. They bullied him, stole his lunch, and generally gave him a hard time. Every day, the skinny boy would come home with bruises and sadness in his heart, and everyday, his gray eyes became just a bit colder, just a bit more distant. Eventually, he ran away from the village, around the age of seven or so, tired of the jeering. He wandered the wilderness for a long time, until he fell asleep...and was kidnapped. That blatantly and straightforward. The bandits were looking to sell him to the black market, but just as he was being transported by giant mole-rat, he was saved by a stranger in a straw-hat and robes. The man wielded a beautifully efficient and simple katana, which he used to cut a swathe through each bandit, before saving Lee Kin.

The boy was indebted to the man, and begged to become his apprentice, to learn to be strong. The wandering samurai agreed, under one condition - that Lee Kin left behind his past life without a trace.

The boy hesitated, before resolutely agreeing. He loved his family, but he would bring nothing to the village as he was - a weak, socially awkward nerd.

And thus, Feng Shei was born.

Extra;;
He wields one katana with master efficiency and lethal skill. It's name is Tsukihime, and it is usually within a black sheathe on Feng's waist, with the sheathe holding a long, sprawling silver dragon symbol along the metal. The katana's hilt is a deep, leather-wrapped black, with deep silver accents along the hilt. The blade itself is long, slim, light, and extremely razor sharp - some even say that it can slice the air itself. Feng's fighting style with Tsukihime is extremely unpredictable. He is such a mysterious and hard to read person, that it is completely impossible to know what he's going to do next. This, combined with his natural skill, makes him even more dangerous. He may go straight into different styles of hand-to-hand combat, use his surroundings to his advantage, fight with both the sheathe and katana, or utilize different kenjutsu stances. It all depends on his opponent.

His sandals has built-in razor-blades in the soles, and along his body, Feng holds many different small, light-weight throwing weapons.