DrTwit

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

@Shadow DaedalusI meant more like;
Daedalus: Oh boy, I hope this specific thing doesn't happen
Irony Gods: Hold my beer.

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

@Agent 47 I'm already finishing my post up now

@Shadow Daedalus

I feel like Daedalus just sealed his fate :D

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

"Now, I know what you might be thinking; 'WHy a bow when everyone has easy access to a good automatic gun?'" He stuttered a bit and sound a tad jumbled, but it certainly sounded like he'd said this to himself a lot. "We grew out of the need for bows long ago, guns are more efficient. Yes, yes, yes. But I would argue that, while guns certainly have bigger rounds and more simple mechanism to fire them off, the bow at times can be more convenient for someone in a tricky situation-" He started to ramble on to stuff like a light load, small and easy to hide, lightly mentioned that he just thought bows were cool. "-and with ammo, an arrow is certainly a more convenient thing to use. See, with your usual gun, you need specialized dust ammo if you want the good stuff to fire. I can do that, but are you always gonna have the big fancy tools for that in the field? No, no, no; but modifying arrows to hold raw dust at the tip is something you don't need any big fancy tools for. ANd did I mention I thought it looked cool?"

He put his back to the wall, as if she was trying to get a look at an embarrassing secret. "So, how about that Beacon View huh, it's a be..." He actually took in the view for the first time. "Beautiful. Yes, that's what I was saying"

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

"Damn, how'd I miss that?" Aeschel rasped his knuckle against his chin in an odd frustrated gesture "I didn't account for positioning..." THough his frustration melted, looking over the girl for the first time, before clasping his hands together. "You're kind of like a Knight! The cool ones you hear about in folklore. Not the historical accuracy, defending drunk noble sorts" A quirked eyebrow, 'hmm'ing thoughts. "Do you ride any sort of horse?" He seemed to take a passing offense at the joke, pouting. Though his tone was still happier. "Hey, my brain is plenty there. Takes up space, lotta storage. It's just... Very situational"

He coughed into his hand, clearing his throat and giving himself some air. "My original career path was gonna be dealing with complicated weapons and machines and all that, but... You can see. Huntsman. Yeah. Not that I don't love all that. I mean, if you know how everything fits together and works, you know how to use it efficiently. It's like how we use our bodies. we learn how the limbs and bones work together, so we know which ones to take advantage of" At the mention of his weapon, he instinctively reached to his back to pat the slim hilt that held the bade in it's folded form. "Oh, my weapon? It's uh..." Another awkward cough. "Abowandadouble-bladedsword"

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

"Hehe" Aeschel awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. She did have a point. "In my defense, it's not exactly something easy to work with. Big, bushy and on a bad day the most destructive force to every be unleashed upon household items" He was a bit confused at her addition to the handshake, but he didn't really find it that odd. Seems like a gesture you'd find on the street. "Rough hands" He idly commented, though his tone suggested he found it intriguing as he gave a small smile. His thumb grazed over for a moment to feel the texture again. Maybe my engineering and weapon knowledge can make a better impression. "Strong hands. Good for a Huntress. Your weapon must carry a lot of weight. You move it quickly. Jabbing, maybe? Lunging weapon? Could be a spear-like one, something you throw... Harpoon?" He seemed to mostly to be muttering to himself, going on small tangents of less-than-accurate sounding assertions. "No, wait! Javelin!"

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

The giggle did manage to ease the tension a bit, at least it didn't sound like there was any malice to it at all, just a genuine giggle. "Just proves that the Janitors are damn good at their jobs" That was a... Decent response. "I was trying to escape the crowd, a bit suffocating in there" He gestured to the main room, adding some truth to his words. She looks to his tail, that seemed to be a far better subject for the moment. He could talk about his tail. That didn't set off anxieties. "Oh, this old thing?" He looked down to his tail, the pain of the fall still fresh in his mind. "Nah, I've put this tail through far worse. It's a miracle it hasn't gone crooked yet" As he spoke, his hand reached down to get a firm grip and twist the appendage, small cracks being heard as if he were a chiropractor snapping a loose bone back into place.

After a few moments, a small finer in his mind began to poke him relentlessly. There was something he needed to say. Something polite. SOmething that's normal to do when meeting a friendly stranger who you don't suspect will rob and/or stab you repeated;y. "Oh, AESCHEl. Aeschel. My name is Aeschel" Hand out, rigid and propper. "And it is nice to meet you"

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

If the 'A' names get to much, we can just put for A's together and call 'em the 'A-Team'.

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

The first thing Aeschel noted when opening his eyes was another and more golden pair staring down at him, which sent all hope of his loud thumping incident would remain unnoticed. His throat tightened, making a small gulping noise as his face fell nervous. "You gotta pay attention first" she had said with a teasing edge to her tone, which could have been bad or good depending on who Aeschel was talking to. A stranger? Well, that was the worst option, he could only panic at what he didn't know. The hands behind her back kind of made her look like she was judging him, okay, she totally was judging him. He was already judging himself. The cockroach hiding in the corner was probably judging him.

A helping hand coming into view was a good sign, making Aeschel feel a tad less self-conscious. But he still kept that embarrassed and nervous look on his face as he took her hand, pulling himself up to his feet with a nod. "Thanks!" He looked at the window again, trying to think up an excuse. Excuses always made everything look better, right? "I was paying perfect attention, it was just... Uh... The window was too... Clean?" It didn't help that there was a throbbing pain in his tail at the moment. A fluffy appendage can be good for softening a fall, but when that appendage is attached to you landing on it isn't the best thing you can do.

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

Aeschel Aspro

---

---

People usually had their own protocols for public transportation, or for any public location that left you surrounded, really. Some didn't damn well care about where they sat, how they sat or what the people around them were talking about. Some oozed confidence that just sitting down where ever they laid claim to just dared others to talk to them and some just wanted to be left alone with their thoughts, glaring whatever smiling or leering face that hoped to take their attention into submission. Aeschel was one who stumbled into the camp of staying alone, yet never too far. His approach was much like a battle plan. He didn't have the cold glare that could stare someone into submission, nor had the confidence to give off that 'I-care-not' attitude and appearance that makes others seek to avoid him.

Phase one - Scope out the terrain, look for advantageous positions: He noted all available exits in case of needing to book it, the doors were wide and responsive along with a few windows that if broken would lead onto the stable wing of the airship; if Aeschel ever thought he could brave the forces of nature with turbulence. A disadvantage, very packed more the most part in the main area, a lot of trees that could be used for cover, but would be very hard to navigate through without attracting the attention of others.

Phase Two - Possible strategies: Posters and screens were up, with bright lights and colors dragging eyes to meet them head-on. In case of confrontation, might it be effective to point to either factor as a distraction? His eavesdropping bore no fruit, everyone had lives that didn't express ways to avid them. He spotted a small puddle protected by a 'Warning: Wet Floor' sign, a possible obstruction if he inadvertently pissed another classmate off.

Classmate? Huh. The word cut through his thought process, prompting his eyes to shift over the gossiping crowd, every student standing out with bizarre clothes, hair and weapons. These would be his classmates, his peirs, all the people who could fight as well or even better than him. Some of them might be his future team. One of them might be his partner. And being an anti-social coward would only make him a burden on a team, should he really be squishing himself in the corner of the room hoping to make himself look as small as possible?

When the announcment came that they were almost at their destination, Aeschel got to his feet, taking a deep breath before rushing through the crowd and out the door. Maybe he'd find a conclusion to his question if he got into more open space. Soon, he found himself crashing into the display glass due to not looking while he thought, finding his body slamming into the ground on his back while his head throbbed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. Why ca't aura be automatic?" He grumbled insults towards himself for his screw up.

R W B Y :: G R I M M T I D I N G S

Aeschel

Aeschel (King of Tragedy) Aspro (White)


Aeschel is a tall man and sticks out like a sore thumb in most instances, whether it be the long orange hair tied up in a short pony-tail and tickling the back of his neck, the white jacket over a tacky crimson shirt, the short red cloak thrown over his shoulder or the sandals; the only thing about his appearance that doesn't come off as mismatched is his plain blue jeans. Let it be known that Aeschel... Is not a fashionable person. He keeps his dusty brown satchel hanging off his other shoulder for the most part. Oh, and lets not forget the big, bushy orange tail that gets in everyone's way.

Country of Origin: Mistral

Age: 17

Physique:
Standing at 6'5 feet, he's not exactly the most muscular of Huntsman, but he does have a relatively healthy muscle build. Makes him good at running away- Strategically outrunning opponents int he opposite direction of danger.

Race:
Squirrel Faunus

Team
????

Motivation
In life, he's felt like a burden to those around him, someone who needs to be saved and rely on others. After being saved by a huntsman during a Grimm attack, he decided that, both to prove himself and give something back to the world he lives in, becoming a Huntsman was what was best. Also, while he'd hate to admit it, he's a bit of a tech nut and loves getting blown away by all the amazing weapons and tools various Hunters bring.

Personality:
Aeschel could be described as a man with a stick up his rear end. Lacking in confidence and easily panicked, Aeschel is not the most ideal Huntsman, he's not the type to take on a risky situation on his own and tends to be much too cautious when in the presence of a possible threat. However, he is a determined one, while he'll be afraid of taking on a threat, he will stand by others as long as he can see that confidence from them or hear some encouragement. He is very much a man who finds it easy to follow another's lead, even if he himself thinks their ideas are less than successful. As a team member, he'd most likely be the strategist or researcher, finding the best ways to avoid or stun a threat. THrowing caution to the wind is territory he dare not trespass on.

Surprisingly, considering that Aeschel grew up in what is known as the most racist of the Kingdomes, Aeschel doesn't feel that strongly either way about the current social environment for Faunus as a whole. THough he does have a high level of distaste for the likes of the White Fang, regarding them as blind terrorists.

Brief Bio:
Aeschel had a relatively normal upbringing. Well, normal for the planet infested with dark creatures of the night. He inherited his curiosity of technology from his parents, who made their living as engineers. Aeschel himself was originally planning to grow up to be just like them, no need to be a Huntsman and live his life in constant risk of death, but as he grew older so grew his admiration for Huntsman, who'd pass by his town every now and then for parts or a place to sleep; they were so intimidating and gruff, yet free and kind of cool.

This ran in contrast to Aeschel's semi-Inferiority complex, he grew up with a brother he was more than a little jealous of and made his fair share of mistakes in anything he tried. His failures built up with him each time, adding more weight on his mind and every so often having bad consequences. Once, in an attempt to outdo his brother, he managed to break his own arm when te device he tried to create exploded in his face. His admiration for Huntsman, as well as his overall need to do something productive and prove himself, lead him to enroll in a combat academy, hoping to one day earn himself a spot at Beacon.

Semblance:
Short-Ranged Inconsistent Teleportation - As it says on the tin, Aeschel, after a childhood prank left him trapped in a metal box for a few hours, found that his semblance allowed his body the ability to teleport a short distance. However, he has had a hard time developing this semblance, leading to the destination of said teleportation sometimes being hard to nail down. He can try to teleport a few steps in front of him, only to end up head first in the toilet of the room next door if his concentration and emotions aren't in check. Plus, the process of splitting your body up into such tiny particles that it can move freely past walls and such isn't easy on the body, it certainly drains stamina and can lead to exhaustion if used heavily in a small amount of time.

Weaponry:
Twin Babylon

His weapon is one of his own design, hoping to make himself more effective with a weapon that reflected both ranged and melee combat; though the ranged part is the one he relies on most. The Twin Babylon is a double-bladed sword that with a few pulls can transform into a bow, a bow that can be used to fire special dust tipped arrows at his foes, allowing him to use any type of dust as ammunition as long as he prepares it beforehand. When not in combat, this weapon can be folded up to mostly fit side-by-side in its hilt.