DrTwit

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

So, everyone's Easter going well?

Dragon Ball ~ The 13th Angel

@IceHeart Got most of the character sheet done, but is there any recommendation for the combat strength? Like, what's the average strength of possible starting enemies?

Dashade

Dashade (Icicle)

"Apologies for the rude interruption, but those are my men you are intent on harming, something which I can not allow"

_Name

---

Formerly Icicle, changed to Dashade

_Age

---

30

_Gender

---

Male

_Appearance

---

He’s tall for a Changeling, which is still small for other races, sharing his mother’s dark green color scheme. One feature he holds dear is that one of his black horns is broken in half, an old injury, an old failure.

_Race

---

Arcosian/Changling/Ice-Bastards

_{Universe of Origin}

---

Universe 6

_Personality

---

Dashade is usually a calm, polite and collected individual. Carrying himself as an honorable fighter who tries not to do anything without a good reason (Even if sometimes he does completely go against this), as he wishes to restore the name of his clan away from it's foolish roots, he becomes panicked whenever he feels embarrassed. He'll try to use any word that sounds smart, even if he doesn't know what it means, to look better. In a way, he has a bit of an inferiority complex. Overall he values the attribute of loyalty, loyalty to his cause, his people and his blood. He has seen evils, he has committed deeds that would make him question everything, but when you live under propaganda, you tend to find justifications an easy aspect collect.

_Bio

---

Icicle is an oddball in light of his people’s reputations, growing up much like any with a perceived noble blood backing them would grow, as an egotistical brat. You're led to believe that every other species exists below your own and you take it in stride and if you're lucky you'll be able to keep with this notion, otherwise it will end up knocking you off your pedestal and into the mud, lower than you ever thought. As a young boy, Icicle's ego and loose tongue brought him to his knees before his family, a word spoken out of turn left him hospitalized and shamed. Whatever family he had were family no more. He was disowned, stripped of his name and sent off to serve in the military where at least a disappointment like him could make a good meat shield.

The greater years of his life, where at his lowest point he was given the shameful name 'Dashade', were spent under the boot heel of his superiors. At first, it was his personal hell, but soon it grew on him. He had been so lost before, so abandoned by purpose, yet rising through the ranks, fight side-by-side with other grunts, he found value in discipline, companionship, loyalty and blind, blind devotion. Icicle was a noble mistake, but Dashade was a loyal soldier. His duty was his mistress and his superiors were his Gods, who he worshiped through his undying loyalty. He would make up for his past failures by pledging his soul to his people.

Too bad for him that a series of mistakes lead to him once more being considered a traitor, cut down by those he once stood beside for his mistake and left for dead. It was only thanks to the timely arrival of an Angel, one who saw potential in him, that he wasn't slumming it in the other world. Such an act can bring birth to some usefuly blind loyalty.

_{Preferred Fighting Style (Melee/Ki Blasts/Balanced/Magic)}

---

Dashade very much likes to be adaptable for the situation, hoping to balance out his skill set to make good use of his meele capabilities, setting opponents up for a devistating ki blast using his tail and feet to throw, trip and disorientate his opponents.

_{Signature Combat Techniques}

---

Milky Cannon: Stole- Inspired by a fighter very much like Universe 7's Ginyu, this is a Ki Blast that is charged up and detonated at the users will, allowing Dashade to either use it as a quick offensive get away, or a hidden attack to catch his opponent from behind. No soldier should leave base without a few energy mines.

Burning Blood: Channeling his Ki around him, Dashade is able to coat him self in his Ki for a limited time, where he is able to charge into his opponent and attempt to slam into them as much as possible before he runs dry.

Cerulean Cannon: A risky, but powerful attack that requires time to charge. By channeling electricity through one's own body, Dashade can transfer the currents into energy to explode out of one hand, letting loose a devastating blast that will leave the user quite drained. The risk of manipulating such things in your body is high, if done wrong or simply using too much power, the move can end up backfiring on the user and even incapacitating them for a time. When Dashade first used this move he ended up with a dead arm for over a week.

_{Approximate Combat Strength}

---

For now, as a placeholder: Namek Saga Vegeta

_{Aura Color}

---

Green

Dragon Ball ~ The 13th Angel

Interesting premise. I like the idea of having an end goal from the start, with the entire RP being about preparing for that end goal.

Also, we all know that God of Destruction is Sidra!

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

Aeschel and Daedalus really are gonna be the bumpiest partnership... :D

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

Interacting with: @AGenericUser @Ithradine @DrTwit

---

"Are you a Faunus? Because I'm starting to see horns growing..." Aeschel shot back, though he became rather awkward when his compliment seemed to confuse the girl. I don't think that helped... Urg, I think she now suspects something bad about me. Should he say something else? No, best not to follow it up, unless he wanted to risk actively offending her. "I'm just trying to-" He could only blush and watch as Cinna corrected him on the hand-shake, though he did get a bit of a chuckle at her expression, a chuckle which he made sure to hide behind his notebook as he pulled the large item out of his bag. It was a thick notebook, with many pieces of paper sticking out with stains, drained color and tears showing how old the thing was. "Thank you very much, Cinna"

He took a moment to admire the blue boy's hat, pulling his eyes to the notebook as he opened it up, plucked a pen from its frame and started jotting notes down. So far, he'd been noting down factoids and observations about the people he'd met, questions he had about them that he could answer at some point, what he knew of their abilities so far, their weapons, basically a personal profile that some could consider quite... Creepy. That thought had crossed his mind, so he decided to skip over the pages holding the rough draft of Cinna and the Tiger Faunus he met on the Bullhead, hoping that if someone did try to be nosey, they'd just catch his writings about the measurements, materials, and components of Beacon. He hadn't had much time in the courtyard, but he could note down stuff here; His father had a bit of a thing for architecture and both parents did have a certain curiosity for how well Beacon was built; so Aeschel planned to keep note an build a 'report' he could send back to them.

However, as soon as his eyes glanced over to Daedalus, his gaze was ripped away from the notes and lingered on the metallic parts of the man's body. Aeschel could swear that stars reached his eyes at that moment as the engineer in him squealed in delight, like a school girl meeting a celebrity. "A cyborg? THAT'S AMAZING!" Now the bigger questions were: Would the man be offended if Aeschel asked to examine him? If there were a few questions about how the machinery worked? If the man kept any schematics Aeschel could drool over? Cybernetics wasn't exactly a common science these days, a relatively new and taboo subject even in Atlas, which just meant there was so much not known about it. Father would want to cut off a piece of him and take it back home. Mother would ask if she could take him back to the garage and 'experiment'. All in all, I have the most normal reaction here...

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

Interacting with: @AGenericUser @Ithradine @DrTwit

---

"Exciting, maybe, but not practical. Huntsmen are to risk their lives with every breath they take beside people they trust, the aim should be to make the most efficient combination of students." When Aeschel said that, he omitted the other thought, the desire to be apart of a team because he proved himself, not just put there randomly so everyone can already be under the impression that they're stuck with that wimpy faunus boy, Aeschel.

He was surprised when the shark faunus actually responded to him, rushing out a reply "Well, you can't deny that people have certainly glamorized the profession in a way" When Cinna had later popped out of seemingly nowhere to comment on Aeschel's behavior, the boy had a small moment of his body jumping at the sudden appearance. "Why do you assume that I'm already bothering someone?" He faced her with a small pout, though taking in her expression he could help but look suspicious of her. "And why do I see the devil flashing when you smile?" She was close enough to pull any number of ill thought deeds, so Aeschel looked her up and down for any sign of mischief. He liked this person, but he was starting to get the impression that she was a bit of a wild card; kept things interesting at least. And she'd certainly been a good help so far in getting comfortable around here. He was especially grateful when she brought up the subject of sleeping here, with the room being packed he knew he'd have to face that awkward conversation no matter what, so it was nice to have someone else ask first. She was technically helping him, so he had to do something in return. Compliments were nice, right? Alright, Aeschel, compliment her in appreciation. But don't make it obvious why. Politely! "Nice bow, by the way" He dropped his bedding as he talked, trying to look appreciative to both girls.

With the fourth voice joining, Aeschel stayed quiet, simply looking up to the boy with a nod. The boy looked a bit similar to the blue haired girl, except without the shark features; perhaps they were related in some way. "Uh, Aeschel. I'm Aeschel. Nice to meet both of you" He tried to show some confidence, holding out his hand for a shake, before clumsily trying to repeat the same strange handshake Cinna had done.

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

Mother of God!

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

In case anyone's wondering, I'm waiting for @Agent 47 before replying

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

I imagine during the trial they are watched for leadership qualiti3s and pontential

@Ithradine

I meant as in, did 47 have a rationalization in mind for why? Or would it be a thing where it's vaguely justified as "Ozpin wants you to find out why on your own"?

I like me some details.

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

One thing I was wondering about the teams. We're the leaders only picked for the sake of the team name? Because I feel that there should be an in universe explanation as to why Ozpin thought these people were leader material.