Basics
Full Name: Bränz Haest
Nickname/Alias: "Big Guy"
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Bull)
Appearance Description: Bränz is, without a doubt, a big fellow. At 6'6" and, if his mother is to be believed, still a couple years shy of his last growth spurt, it's easy to mistake the poor boy as a grown man- Particularly given, in addition to his height, he bears a great deal of heft in muscle. With skin tanned nearly golden from days in the Vacuo sun, hair so black it might as well be ink, and eyes the color of bronze, he's definitely hard to miss in a crowd. Despite his size and bulk, his face is generally set in a kind smile- Or an awkward blush.
Allusion: Colchis Bulls / Golden Fleece
Personality
Personality: Bränz is a gentle giant. He is acutely aware of his size and might, and that he may intimidate others merely be being in the same space. So, he goes to lengths to appear as kind and unfrightening as possible, even going to the extent of allowing himself to appear foolish or clumsy for the sake of making others relax with a laugh. He's quite the nurturer, as well, often placing himself firmly in charge of cooking and cleaning for his friends, and taking care of them when they need it. On the flip side of this coin, he is fiercely protective, believing his strength to be a tool for protection, rather than domination- A belief that led to his journey to become a Huntsman.
Likes:Sweets
Fresh Air
Heat
The Ocean
Fluffy Critters
Scaly Critters
Creepy Critters
Critters. Just Critters.
Dislikes:Spicy Food
Cold
Caves
Explosives
Thunderstorms
Mountains
His Semblance
Motivation: To put his might, and his semblance, to the only uses he believes they should ever be used for- Protecting and saving others.
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Biography
Country of Origin: Vacuo
Bio: An only child to a teensy, tiny woman from Atlas and a man she has only ever referred to as "A delightful man from Menagerie", Bränz grew up on the sandy shores of Vacuo, with a roaming caravan of traders and huntsmen traveling up and down the coast of the country, venturing occasionally inland to aid the people there, or seek trade at Vacuo City. It was a life he was content with- one he and his "Family" in the Caravan were content with.
There was no great tragedy in his life, no horrible change in the status quo to drive him to try and become a hero. There were little things, built up over time. An injury here, a death to sickness or age there, hard years for the merchants and hard fights for the huntsmen. Little pieces and realizations as he grew into the large, strong, capable young man he is that made him decide, if he was to be blessed with these gifts, he ought to put them to good use. When he was of the proper age, the caravan made a trip in to Vacuo City, and he made his decision to stay, and attend Shade Academy. With tearful farewells all around, he did just that, and started making a life for himself there. Perhaps it was leaving this mobile bubble of familiarity that triggered the change in his perspective.
He learned that people could be cold, and cruel- That while some places valued survival via cooperation, others valued only personal strength. And, he learned his Semblance. A tool of devastation... And restoration. To destroy one thing for the sake of another. Realizing this was his own nature shook him to his core, left him overcautious and wary of his impact towards others. He came to fear his own strength, and very nearly flunked out in his reluctance to participate in the selfish contests of strength around him, and the acts of violence required of a Huntsman. It was the early days of the White Fang that saved him. Peaceful protests, people in need- He came to realize, at the insistence of what few close friends he kept, that his gifts didn't make him a force of destruction, and that where others chose to survive alone, he could help those that needed it when they might otherwise suffer.
He fell in with the White Fang, for a time, ingraining himself in the community in the most helpful ways he could, aiding the injured, cooking at rallies, taking the beatings others might not have survived. When they began to turn to extremism, however, and some started trying to talk him into using his strength to strike out, he left, using his restored confidence instead to excel as a hunstman- In the endless hope he might help make the world a little bit better... Or stop things from getting worse.
Combat
A gauntlet of quite impressive durability, bound to a length of chain ending in a rounded hook- Made for pulling people in and putting them down. A hidden slot in the back of the hand takes dust cartridges, the gauntlet and chain conducting the substance to varying effects.
Sunder and Sow is a twofold Semblance- Twin sides of the same coin. Bränz can leech on surrounding energy, be it from nature, or the aura of a foe. The former leaves his surroundings looking blackened and scorched, as if victim to a great blaze. The latter leaves his foe weak and exhausted... Or worse. However, this stolen energy mustn't go to waste. Bränz can, and must, use it to bestow life somewhere else. He can enhance his own strength, replenish his own aura- Or heal even grievous wounds, be they his own, or a friend's. He can use his own aura for these purposes, but the drain is quite immense.