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Vault of Rising Thunder.

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - JUSTICE, The Hero of Righteousness(Seison, Terada) Hometown - Hokkaido, Sapporo District Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Male - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant Trait Description. Brash Trait Description. Bright Trait Description.	Physical Description Prettier than You Personal History Just perfect and better than you Character Arc Better than you Quirk Description Known by the name of BURNING JUSTICE, it's cooler than yours

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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L a z u l i n

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“Malum is the magic of Curses, so it is fitting that my family is so tied to the element. After all, there is no greater curse one can carry than Legacy.”

N A M E

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Lazulin Mulciber.

A G E

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26-27.

O R I G I N

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Homeland and Locale if applicable.

V I S A G E

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Description of appearance.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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To most people, Laz is snarky, a bit jaded, and always willing to poke fun at anyone around him for a laugh. It's hard to ever imagine him taking anything seriously or hold a grudge due to how little regard he seems to give to any one topic.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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> Single surviving Scion of a the noble house in charge of that nation's wetwork ooperations, keeping the nation secure from the shadows.
> symbolize by a shaded archer
> His family escaped initial attention by being considered little more than a rumor by non-royal family members
> Were revealed and picked off over time. Laz's mother and himself were the last left alive.
> Eccelesiae raided their home, he was gifted their family crest before being sent away in a secret escape hatch
> their home was bruned to nothing but ashes and Laz swore vengeance, becoming the terrorist he is today.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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Malum

A T T R I B U T E S

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> Magic Gun/revolver that takes in his magical energy to make it's munitions.
> special crystals of different elements to make special bullets
> Base application of his magic is to inflict curses that can be harmful or beneficial. Can be augmented by crystals that are made with a special device of his own creation that concentrates magical energy from a source or in a general area.

> Dreadflame Crest: Activates an incantation to bring forth the Armory, a construct of Malum energy that is passed down from Mulciber heir to heir, along with a number of Geas that enforce themselves on the user, the most notable of which being "protect the Royal family"

> Dreadflame crest allows him grants him increase magical energy, physical ability, and several artifacts of his family's history, shadows of weapons wielded by his ancestors and shifted to fit him personally.

Mulciber Sagitarrius: Twin Pistols that fire out large blasts of malum energy or concentrated bullets that have a homing ability. Main armament

Mulciber Ares; Big ol'greatsword, allows for sweeping area attacks

Mulciber Gemini: Gauntlets that cast strings of Malum from thier fingertips, it can be used offensively in a punch, much like a whip, but is most effective as a tool of manipulation, redirection, or even puppeting enemies/allies if the need arises.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Well she seems nice. . . " Silme mutters from his seat amongst the crowd of prospective students, finding the whole thing to be a bit over-done. This wasn't some battle royale bloodbath, this was an academy testing ground, they weren't going to intentionally try to get these students hurt to that degree, so it felt like a pretty cheap scare tactic on the part of the school. Still, it made it clear that they might try to pull something at this hotel, so Silme flipped open his Scroll to register a few vids to help him keep awake just in case. He'd spent too long training just to get outed in his sleep.

As the crowd dispersed and started heading towards the fancy residence, the faunus spotted Midori off in the distance chatting with some other guy. For a moment, he considered walking over to say hey, but after catching some sideways glances from both the younger and older students milling about, decided that he should keep to his own advice. Best that the gearhead gets some more socially acceptable friendships rather than just being stuck with Silme and his thug stigma. Shoving the pamphlet into his pocket, he couldn't help the slight flick of irritation that his tail made as began his walk down the long winding set of stairs. While he hadn't minded too much on the way yup, knowing that he'd come all this way only to stick around for a 5-minute lecture definitely soured his mood a little.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Sure, gearhead, or maybe your folks taught you to look at issues in too much of a box." Silme shrugs his bag off his shoulder, seeming ready to continue when a voice suddenly interjected itself into the conversation. Lilac eyes narrow at the newcomer, the low undercurrent of irritation spiking as the redhead swaggers onto the scene as if she owned the place. While Silme wasn't aware of her heritage, he could instantly recognize the swaggering walk of an Atelsian blowhard. He'd seen more than his fair share back when he lived in Mantle. He had used to try and play nice and make friends, but right now, he was in no mood to let someone come and berate him.

"...Maybe the fa-" Artemisa would find the rest of her tirade muffled in a moment, as Silme stepped forward to meet her, clamping his large hand over her mouth as he glared down at her with an open sneer.

"Not in the mood and don't care for whatever you have to say, Tiny. I'm sure you were a big shot where you came from, to feel like you can just barge in like that, but this ain't there." With no small level of force, Silme pushes the girl away, teeth gritted as he felt the stares being thrown his way.

Yeah. . . yeah that must look really bad huh. . . fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck me for being an impulsive idiot. Silme couldn't help but kick himself internally as he reflected on where he was, but he wasn't backing down now. It was her fault for suddenly sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Why did she even have to come bother me? What did I even do!

" . . .I'll talk to you later gearhead." Silme doesn't turn to address Midori as he grumbles, simply moving to walk away from the whole scenario if he could, his face still curled up into an angry grimace. "Prob best not to be seen hanging around me for the first day here."
@FrogRFlowR@Eisenhorn

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Wow, they really let that guy in?"

"Must be because of Reine?"

"Even still, how did they manage to convince the headmaster to take in a common thug like that."

"Not even born in Mistral, though he'd fit right in with the gangs like all the othe-"

"Ssssh, he's looking this way."

Silme walks into the quad area with an irritable expression, bag slung over his shoulder as glares towards the gossiping upperclassmen that he'd heard talking about him. He had expected it from kids in his class, doing his best to not let his annoyance at their muttering whispers show on his face. It had been like this the whole way up(so much so he'd taken to jogging up the whole thing in order to get away from the chatter), though luckily there was another celebrity to take the attention off him in the class. Some rich heiress or something whose biggest accomplishment as far as he was aware of was getting kidnapped as a kid. Reine had talked about it when mentioning a colleague of theirs, but he wasn't that interested in an aspiring damsel in distress.

She'll probably flunk out and go back to sucking on her silver spoon before the year is out. Silme sapres a quick glance in the rich girl's direction but doesn't really pay her much mind as he goes back to grumbling under his breath, standing tall even under the weight of more than a few suspicious stares. As long as I don't have to deal with her. The last thing I need to tell Reine is I flunked out of this school because some princess couldn't carry her weight.

Taking a moment to look behind him, Silme noted a familiar face amongst the crowd, leaping about without a care as if he was getting high off the air.

"Well, didn't expect to see you here gear-head."The young faunus just gives a nod of his head, his face and voice remaining neutral even if the distraction of a faint acquaintance helped to take his mind(and temper) off of the rumor mill forming around him. "Hope your gear manages to hold up better for the test than it does when I use it."

@TGM@Eisenhorn

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@LemonsYe it is. THis is like. . . my 3rd or 4th redux of him.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

A Silvered Beast

“Not here to make friends. Just paying back a favor.”

Silme

Name

Silme Fenerus, or Sil for short

Age

18

Race

Faunus(Timber Wolf)

Nationality

Atlesian

Physical Description

Sil is built like a brick wall. A good-looking wall, for sure, but a wall nonetheless. A mixture of his overabundant aura and dedicated training has made the 6'5 Faunus a rather beefed-up individual, which has a somewhat disconcerting disconnect from how soft his features tend to look. Not quite so much that he looks feminine, but with his long hair, thick lashes, and more delicate features, most would expect a much sleeker individual. Granted, this disconnect becomes a little less pronounced when he opens his mouth, showing off a sizable bear of wolfish canines that, along with his tail, stand as the pronouncement of his faunus heritage.

As far as clothing goes, Silme dresses practically on missions and tends to throw whatever he can find on when he isn't expected to look nice. His silver-white hair is often tied up in either a ponytail or a braid to keep it out of the way, though why he doesn't just cut it is a question he gets often and never answers.

Characterization

Silme is defined by two things: a desire for connection and an almost crippling lack of trust in anyone around him.

When he was younger, you could hardly ever find a kid more bright-eyed and willing to help those around them, using his natural talents to help around the mine where his parents worked, greeting the guards that kept the Grimm out(even if it usually only got him cold looks and whispered insults), and trying his best to be friends with everyone he could. However, after the accident that took his parents away from him, and the fallout that followed it, he become much more reserved. He talked with others but, even when it came to his new guardian he was afraid to open up or make connections with others. And as he grew up, the small little insults and digs that many in Mistral made his way soon caused him to grow as distrustful of the whole lot of them as they surely were of him. He tries to not let it show or act on the growing distaste and anger he feels but sometimes the things he sees or has to put up with proves too much for him to simply stand back, something that causes the young man no small amount of trouble in life.

Backstory

Silme grew up in essentially a shanty town, outside one of the many dust mines run by the SDC. A place for those unable to get a home in the city of Mantle, they at least had the benefits of military guards to keep them safe from the Grimm that, needless to say, often found themselves drawn to such places. A lot of the workers liked to whisper how if it weren't for the Grimm, the guards would likely treat them even worse they usually did, rather than just being casually indifferent to their needs.

However, for a young Silme, he just found everything to be the start of a new adventure. A born rapscallion that, thanks to being born with awakened Aura, proved to be a lot for most of the adults in the town to handle when he felt up to mischief. Luckily for all, he rarely ever caused much more than the occasional prank and slip up, often using his gifts to help out around the mines where ever he could, and even helping to spook off the occasional Grimm from time to time that managed to sneak back the guards. It was far from an easy life, but it was better than some other days. The best days being when his father's old friend, now a Huntsman of Mistral having managed to leave Atlas when they were kids, would come around to tell him stories about the outside world. One day, he wished that he'd be able to go out and see the world just like her.

And then one day, he would get his wish.

The accident was sudden and devastating, as the gravity dust that this area was known for suddenly reacted and caused the entire area to implode on itself. All that was left afterward was a hyper-condensed orb of rock within a mile-wide crater. Sil would have found himself among those dead if not for being babysat by his father's huntsman friend, Reine. The town, however, was gone. As were most of the people. But in the days that followed, the only new the young man ever saw was on the rise in gravity dust prices, and talk about the lives of the guards who managed the station. If the miners were mentioned at all, it was as a statistic, and barely given much focus at all.

More than anything else that followed, this is what caused Silme to grow cold and dispassionate to humans. The fact that hundreds of innocents had died. . . and none of them seemed to care. They called it an accident, a tragedy, a horrible loss of life, but spoke about it in the same tone one would speak about a particularly nasty day of work. There was no empathy, no outrage from anyone who wasn't a faunus. Just a cold statement of fact and a number.

Reine would take him under their wing, raising them in mistral to the best of their ability, but there was always a distance between them, even as they taught him how to be a Huntsman shortly after he asked. He started getting into more fights, and got a reputation in school for being willing and able to put even some of the notirous criminal elements in the city through walls, though that often came with it's own complications.
When he finally was accepted into the academy, it was on a probationary measure that he behave, beign told excessively that he was only allowed this chance because of Reine's reputation, and that if he were to act out, they both would suffer consequences.

Semblance

Restraint: Silme is a rare type in the world of Remnant, born with an awakened semblance and thus, having lived with it all of his life, as well as being gifted with an insane amount of aura to accommodate the nature of his semblance. A side effect of this abundance of life energy is Silme growing quickly and heartily, despite growing up in less than favorable conditions for most of his early life and being near superhumanly strong thanks to the use of innate Aura enhancement.

As for the semblance itself, it technically serves as a hindrance rather than a boon he can actively control, a set of three blocks on his aura. By removing these locks through reaching for specific emotional triggers, he can drastically increase his combat performance by flooding his body with more and more aura. As each chain is broken, Silme gets noticeably faster, stronger, and exudes an ever-increasing amount of aura, like a blazing silver flame. The first of the chains, Lædingr, is the easiest to unlock by tapping into a moment of memory of great joy or happiness. Dromi, the second chain, requires a moment of great grief or regret to be unleashed, often coming with a much more aggressive and berserk fighting style as the rush of energy starts to mess with his head. Silme has never found the trigger to unlock the third chain, only knowing it exists through the gut instinct that there is likely more of his ability he could tap into.

Whether or not he should, however, is another question entirely.

The blocks on his aura are in place for a reason, and breaking them often leads to no small level of exhaustion, pain, and damage to his body due to the sheer strain of harnessing that much power and withstanding the immense forces he exerts as he fights. With training, he has managed to break and lock the first chain at will . . . almost. It's not exact, but he has enough control to release it in quick bursts to minimize the drain on himself, but even that can be extremely taxing. Once the second, and presumably third, chains are broken, then it will continue to burn until his body fails him and he can't keep it up anymore

Weapon & Fighting Style

As of now. . . Silme doesn't use a proper weapon. He has tried to train with a good number of them, but he's found all of them to be a bit awkward to hold and, more importantly, unable to stand up to the force of his blows once he starts using his semblance. As such, he has learned to make use of the stores of Aura he was gifted with, focusing almost entirely on improving his aura-enhanced CQC skills. In particular, he likes to take advantage of his impressive strength to grapple his foes into submission though he also can throw out some devastating blows with just some straightforward punches, jabs, and kicks.

When it comes to using Dust, however, Silme has a bit of an affinity for the use of more archaic Dust arts, weaving it into his clothes to allow him to manipulate it on the fly. However, he only has small amounts of the material since he tries to source his supplies from places that don't work with the Schnee Dust Company if hec an, and is often left with lower quality products. As such, while he has the talent for the art, he has precious few chances to truly practice it.

Intangibles

Silme is a pretty avid reader and book learner, taking every chance he can to study up on subjects that interest him, and taking extensive notes on them. In particular, he has an interest in the study of Dust, its production and refinement cycle, and ways to improve the lives of the workers who risk everything just so the nations of the world can keep ticking.

A very active advocate for Faunus rights, which has wonhim little in the way of friends amongst the people of Mistral.

Silme's tail is often a very good indicator of whatever he's truly feeling, no matter what he actual says or emotes outwardly. It is the one part of his posture that he can't properly control, and it irritates him when it gets brought up.

Having been trained by a Hunstman along with the typical curriculum expected of a Huntsman trainee, Silme is very much a well-trained combatant, even with his lack of a weapon.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@TGMFinally finished
Also, if anyone else wants to give some feed back on Silme, feel free. I kinda rushed the backstory because, there is a fair bit too it and I'd rather play out the details in the RP than spell them all out.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@TGMI'll finish up the backstory tomorrow or sometime after that, but i think everything else is pretty solid so far. If you have any questions/concerns, let me know

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@TGMRWBY rps be like that.

Draws everyone out of the woodwork