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Wild Gods; Thirteenth Year::: OOC

My PC, Kendall, the God of Lost Causes.

CS

:=:=:Name: Kendall Fisher
:=:=:Alias: N/A
:=:=:Age: 24
:=:=:Race: Caucasian
:=:=:Gender: Male
:=:=:Appearance: In this corner, weighing in at 154 pounds and standing at 6 foot nothing, we have Kendall Fisher; a seeming slap in the face of Darwinism as his very existence seems to countermand natural selection. Thin and gangly; his body houses the minimal amount of muscle necessary to pick itself up and walk around. His hair is a messy shock of haphazard spikes that paired with his overly wide green eyes makes him look at all times as though he's just gotten done sticking a fork into a toaster. His complexion is fair, his features youthful if a bit too gaunt, and his smile is ever-constant despite the adversity of simply being himself. Fingers, arms, and nose boast bandages from constantly tripping or running into things and scratching himself up. His left hand sports a splint around the ring finger, a fracture garnered the day before his ascension to the Ranks of Wild Gods. Various little injuries that rather than healing upon his elevation to his new status became a permanent part of him, a testament to what he now is.
:=:=:Symbol(s): None
:=:=:Alignment: Neutral Good
:=:=:Weapon(s): Aluminum Baseball Bat
:=:=:Domain: Lost Causes.
:=:=:Application(s):
-Active:
Bestowal: Within a set range those who petition the God of Lost Causes can find themselves cloaked in his radiance should their need prove great; this grants them the same bonuses it would himself in terms of his Inverse Aptitude ability.
-Passive:
The Way: There is a path visible to Kendall at all times which leads to points of great crisis, as a situation becomes more dire the path grows brighter and more pronounced.
Bolster: More a side effect than an actual ability; those in Kendall's presence feel more self-assured. This can be a good thing, but among people who have a higher rate of self-importance to start with(as in the case of many Wild Gods) it can lead to arrogance, egotism, and vanity.
Inverse Aptitude: The more hopeless a situation the more capable, competent and clearheaded he becomes. His radiance and his standard abilities all skyrocket as a situation becomes more impossible. On the other hand he can struggle with simple tasks.
:=:=:Followers: Kendall is the patron deity of the Losers, the Lamentable, and the Lost; all those who struggle beyond hope, and fight the good fight when it's long since been clear they've lost.

Wild Gods; Thirteenth Year::: OOC

Heh; Arven is not my character. I mean; not my main. He's sort of the super NPC, overseeing things. I'm excited to be able to use him, and hope that he comes across the way I want... Anyway; I'm running him but he won't always be around.

I actually have a Wild God in mind, albeit I've made it so his usefulness is a bit limited.

Books are more sparse, yes. Everything is. I'd love some real-book references. Always nice to be able to add to my reading list.

The "Real" World

Same here.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Can't we just agree none of the names are tough, or imposing? Can't we agree that it doesn't matter if they are or not?

After all; that's not the point of them. They're not supposed to scare off enemies, after all the enemies of Huntsmen are inherently Grimm which by and large don't speak the human language and thus wouldn't care what you call yourself.

The importance of the team names is to give a sense of unity, and to give the instructors an easy way to call out an entire group.

Wild Gods; Thirteenth Year::: OOC

Perhaps; however, that's not entirely accurate and I do so hate to be imprecise.

There's also the small fact that I don't care if I get a large amount of players, I simply want a handful of decent people who will stick around.

Anywho; IC should be up tomorrow or Sunday depending on what life throws my way. And my own CS will be up some time this evening I believe.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

As of now we have OKICAVLRMPG as far as I'm aware.

If we specifically want colors here's a list;

coloracronyms

COAL(Coal)

GRAP(Grape)

OLIV(Olive)

CARM(Carmine)

LAVR(Lavender)

CILV(Silver)

APRK(Apricot)

AVCO(Avacado)

CLAR(Claret)

LIAC(Lilac)

GRVL(Gravel)

GRAI(Gray)

COPR(Copper)

KOPR(Copper)

LAPI(Lapis)

LKRC(Licorice)

LIVR(Liver)

MALC(Malachite)

LAIC(Lace)

ORAG(Orange)

PARL(Pearl)

PALO(Pthalo)

PLOM(Plum)

CGRA(Sangria)

Note; typed this up before I saw the person with the 'F' name submit a CS, so didn't take that into account.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

geminironin said
Not necessarily... There are a couple characters in progress, so we very well might have 3 teams.

Oh? Interesting. That would be a pleasant turn of events(for myself, at the least.) Look forward to seeing how things turn out, and also what kind of people Vask gets partnered up with if I get on a team when all's said and done.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

I see mine on the Accepted list, as number 9. This, I believe, means I'll be playing a Transfer or outsider?

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Vask

Name: Vask Allic {Translates to Copper Spring}
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bio: Born in Mistral to a huntswoman named Katariina Messing Kaja and her fiancee Dr. Aleksander Pronks Allic seventeen years ago it seemed from the start that Vask would be a handful. His birth took place in the back seat of a car on the way to the hospital, his first word was something that made his mother go red and cost his father the price of a fancy vacation to make up for teaching him, and his earliest memory was getting into a fight in preschool.

His life after that was by and large the same old story you'd hear from any kid. He went to school, he played(largely by himself as he had few friends), and he grew.

Rather; it should be said that his life from that point was the same as anyone else's barring one peculiarity. From the first time he told his mom about his fighting at school he was trained to be a warrior. Not a martial artist, or a soldier, but a fighter. He was trained in how to throw a punch, how to kick, how to duck and roll, how to dodge and counter. Mrs. Allic(who finally agreed to marry Aleksander five years after Vask's birth, thus taking up the name) refused to allow her child to be bullied, but knowing that simply taking things to an adult was only one part of the issue she saw fit to train him to protect himself, as well. Had he shown himself unfit for the task, or asked to stop she would have enrolled him in another school; however, he flourished in the art of fighting. As fists and flesh collided he often found himself smiling, and laughing, generally shaking the hands of his instructors giddily when they bested him, and even moreso when he managed to eventually take one of them down.

Thinking it all a bit violent Dr. Allic attempted to focus his son's attentions elsewhere; enlisting him in a seemingly endless list of hobbies to try and find something that stuck. In sports the boy often became aggravated when losing, which would lead to more fighting. His mind was too unfocused to try and interest him in medicine. Sewing, painting, and music all wound up abysmal failures. And then, almost at the end of his rope, Aleksandar tried to get his son to help him in the kitchen...

As he began to enjoy the culinary arts the boy, all of fourteen, began to settle some. While he still spent a lot of time training his combat skills, he now spent almost as much in the kitchen; becoming the de facto family chef, and even being paid to cook for his neighbors on special occasions.

Still; while he had his hobbies, and his family, there was something missing. He wanted to see the world. He wanted friends.

And thus, as a former graduate, his mother pulled a few strings once he was old enough and got him an invitation to Beacon.

Weapon:

Pikne(The Long One)

A shifting weapon that switches between two states. The first of these is a long polearm which can be used to slash, slice, stab, batter, and trip opponents. The latter of it's forms is that of a rather experimental Gauss Rifle which despite it's strength and rate of fire has the drawback of running out of power swiftly.

Semblance:

Fog of War

Vask's semblance takes the form of a copper-colored cloud of energy that surrounds his body. This cloud serves two purposes; the first is that it obscures any movements he may make within it, making it hard for his enemies to pinpoint exactly what he's doing even if they know his general location. The second is that as he moves the cloud charges with bio-electrical energy which he uses either to deliver a painful zap in close contact, or to charge his weapon. Getting near him while this is in effect is not advised.

Strength/Weakness: Choose up to two strong categories and an equal number of weaknesses from those below.
-Str;

Strengths

|||Semblance: Vask has a good grasp of the strengths and limitations of his Semblance, and a handle on the timing and effort necessary to use it most effectively in battle.
|||Skill: While he's still learning to use weapons and the like Vask's mother was a rather tough woman, and under the tutelage of herself and several instructors he has learned how to fight on an almost instinctual level; there is no particular form or art to which one could attribute his movements, but he's quite adept at responding to oncoming attacks and knowing when to dodge, counter, strike, or defend.

-Wkn;

Weaknesses

|||Knowledge: While Vask isn't stupid by any stretch of the word he could well be described as... distracted. He tends not to pay much attention to other people when they talk, commonly lost in his own thoughts unless brought to bear by a commanding authority figure. As such he knows little of the Grimms and even less about pre-planning in combat, preferring to rely on instinct.
|||Social: Being childish, easily distracted, and prone to blurting whatever pops into his head has made it a bit difficult for Vask to make friends over the years. As such he's not that great at working with others.*

*translation; Utterly abysmal at it. He generally tries too hard to impress and messes up, or outright ignores any potential companions, or winds up angering them without meaning to due to his bluntness.

Wild Gods; Thirteenth Year::: OOC

Geminironin: Thank you for the repost here, I appreciate it as it will make my job a bit easier.

Journeyman: Congratulations, cheers, and crude whooping of celebration are in order my cunning and crass competitor in the contest of collective alliterative communication.

After all; we got all the 'That-Which-Lurks' business sorted.

Accepted.