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The Heroes of Beacon

Thanks! I definitely want to put my best foot forward with this kind of thing ^^

And hello person! \o/

The Heroes of Beacon

Emlyn quieted his singing gradually as he walked, returning to spinning Mirror about his wrist. He traded it between his arms, and eventually progressed this line of action to using the chakram as a sort of a hula-hoop; granted it slowed down his walking, it was entertaining. He'd begun to think he might not find someone for a while, and that presented its own bag of issues. He liked to fancy himself a fine combatant, he was certainly well versed with Mirror, but in truth his talents wavered more towards the combat before the combat. He valued his silver tongue as if it were diamond, and had no illusions about the fact that he was, in kind words, manipulative. The downside was he wasn't too sure he could coerce any lurking Grimms into benignity, and though he was of course confident in himself and his abilities, he could never be...sure.

Ugh, no. He wiped the thought from his mind before it had time to manifest for long, and gave the scarf another stroke. His grip upon the fabric tightened as he heard the slight rustling that betrayed the presence of another, and in a moment Mirror was held ready. However, his apprehension was relieved in a somewhat bittersweet realization. The relief was that the sounds seemed to be coming from another student. The other young man looked quite Emlyn's opposite; tall, muscular, hair cropped short. Certainly not ugly, though.

The bitter came with further inspection of the man. He wore perhaps the grungiest armor Emlyn had ever seen before, like it had been fashioned from a dried swamp. And his armaments, a sword and a shield? Was this guy serious? Maybe they were heirlooms, or maybe the other boy was of poorer heritage. Either way, it was not a sight he welcomed readily. He contemplated for a moment perhaps turning and attempting to slink away before their observation would become mutual, but that idea withered with the additional thought of a prolonged solitude within the Forever Fall. So, with a deep breath, and a loosening of his muscles, he strung a wide smile upon his face, and blinked stars into his eyes.

"Why hello~!" he greeted, strutting on like a peacock towards Auriel with Mirror twirling around his wrist. Once the distance had been closed to a few feet, he came to a stop, striking something of a subtle pose, and grinning. "Hope this doesn't come as an unpleasant surprise."

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Oooooh dig this guy, sword and shield keepin' it classic \o/

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He is quite a bit flamboyant, yes <D anything for attention

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Emlyn had been roused from his sleep as everyone else had, though it took him a tad longer to prepare and head out with them. He was, to say the least, a bit of a fop. The outfit he'd put together for this day was in his mind perfect. A myriad of colors, with odd placements for armor such as the shoulders, bottom of the legs, and forearms only. Upon the spaulders, four bright, almost shining feathers were even spaced and flare outwards. Doubtlessly synthetic, as were the ones flaring out at the back of his legs as well. The only piece that looked a bit out of place was the scarf around his neck. A few sizes too small, and a pallid shade of pink. But it was tucked away beneath his vest, only barely visible at the bottom of his neck. Flashy and only the sliiiightest bit impractical, that's the way he liked his outfits. He wanted to grab attention and hold it, especially today.

By the time he'd made it outside at last, most of those present had already proceeded down below. That was well enough; he'd missed out on introductions yesterday because he was quite sure not all of them would make it back. Only the survivors mattered, those were the ones he'd impress.

He spun Mirror absently about his wrist, only taking a solid hold of it as another of the few remaining students took their plunge. As good a time as any, it seemed. He took a few jogging steps forward, releasing mirror for a brief moment. The reflective metal closed within the hollow center, and he snatched it by the handle before leaping to the zip-line. His glove took most of the heat, enough to spare him the discomfort, and he watched with narrowed eyes as the treeline approached. Just above it, he released his hold, and brought both hands to Mirror's handle to hold it tight beneath him.The momentum was enough to send him sailing almost horizontally onward, gradually falling lower and lower until at last, hit hit the ground. Or rather, Mirror did; as if upon a sled Emlyn carried on, fast at first but even faster was he decelerating. It took but the work of a handful of seconds for him to come to enough of a stop to hop off of Mirror and kick it up into his hand, retracting the shielded center and returning it to its chakram form.

Now then, next order of business; partner. He needed to find a partner, and they damn well better be good. He was not about to carry some loser around through their test, even if they'd only be alone until they found their artifact. In the air he could hear the sounds of battle, the rushing of a train upon its tracks, plenty of opportunities just waiting to be snapped up. His hand rubbed the scarf about his neck for only a moment, and then he continued on as well. As he walked, he started to sing, a talent he was quite proud of, as it had snagged him attention during his earlier years. The tune was some song or another of their time, more a show tune than anything, and set in a higher voice than it would have normally been, but he sang it all the same, the gusto carrying on in each step.

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I'll get right on that! Will have to jump off afterwards though for the night.
(And yeah on the inward-end of the center piece, I'll bump that in too)

-Edit-

Alright I took that chunk out! Hope that works but more than ready to make any more needed changes!

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That's fair, the two-limit rule was more to prevent OP. I could remove the minute cooldown between uses. Would that be alright?

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Well this is a few hours late, college, blegh. Thanks again for the spot!

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Name: Emlyn Jyri Ampelios

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Mirror- A giant chakram previously belonging to his sister, when thrown will return.

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Transformation: A reflective metal fills the center of the chakram, turning it into a shield with a handle forming on the inward-center.
Note: The actual IC chakram is sharpened around 75% of the outer ring, and is much thinner than the picture, it was just difficult to find a good picture of one <D

Semblance: Covetous- Upon seeing the use of another Semblance, Emlyn will, for a short time, be able to use a much weaker version of it. This works only once per Semblance, with roughly two hours of cooldown needed in order to “covet” the same Semblance again. With Semblances that are continuous, the weakened version will last until he blinks, or a maximum of twenty seconds.
He cannot “store” more than one copy, nor can he hold onto them longer than an hour after seeing them, and during this hour the Coveted-Semblence will gradually become weakened to the point of ineffectiveness. He can however wipe the current copy from its queue to obtain another, however this also initiates the cooldown for that particular Coveted-Semblance, so they may not be juggled.
As well, his Semblance does not bestow him with mastery over the Semblance he covets, he obtains it in its raw (albeit very weakened) state, and that is all. No knowledge is transferred, and therefore the coveting of some Semblances becomes rather useless.

Color: Emerald

Living in the Town of Arryn

Emlyn's expression stayed the same, though his tongue rolled behind his lip in the most subtle twinge of agitation. 'Emlyn right?' Of course it was; how had his name not reached Roland's memory? It must have just been the stress of the morning weighing upon him, so he checked it off and realigned his grin.

When Roland extended the invitation, that grin widened. Usually he was left to gather his information from gossip strings about town, which, while often entertaining, were often tainted with bias. It wasn't often he got to sit in on the real deal, and get the stories straight from the horse's mouth. After all, he was a tailor; what place did a tailor have in a murder investigation? There were things even he couldn't talk himself into, and thankfully now it didn't appear like he'd have to.

"The D'finn nest, huh? Sounds marvelous, I'd love to offer my attendance," he said, adjusting one of the feathers upon his spaulder. "Pit the circumstances though, I do hope those lot are in a good-"

Emlyn jumped when Roland shouted, looking around wildly and setting his gaze on Connor's knife. Even when the excitement calmed down, he kept his eyes on it for a few moments more. Ugh, ghastly thing it was; both for being a blade, and for the []iabsolutely[/i] hideous amalgamation of colors that made it up. And on top of all of that, an old leather sheath.

The others, or at least some, seemed to be moving back inside for their drinks, though Rose looked none-too-happy about it. Odd, he thought, but then again one of her own kind had been murdered. That was a big deal to vampires, wasn't it? Or was that with the beasts? He couldn't quite recall which, but then again, he wasn't about to ask. He shoved his own thirst aside -it wasn't as if it was necessary- and decided to wait outside for them. He twirled around on a heel, facing the rest of the town, and held his post there, going back to adjusting the feather on his shoulder.

Living in the Town of Arryn

All good, happens to everyone \o/