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As Iris rounded the corner, she was surprised to see three people standing in the hall. She expected people to be asleep at this hour. By the looks of it, two of them actually were, until the third one dragged them out of their bunks. Iris stood just around the corner for a moment, silently observing the odd trio. One of them, the one wearing clothes, was speaking to the others and than proceeded to show the others a small object. She couldn’t see it too well, it looked like a small badge of some sort.

Noticing the one with the badge, who introduced himself as Rook, gesturing towards her room’s door, she took a few steps towards them. “Are you looking for someone from team KHKI?” she spoke to the fully clothed student with a slight bow, pulling out her Scroll. “Maybe I can help you? Who are you after?” she added, opening the door.
The trip from the library to the dormitories took her longer than she expected. Not only she stumbled upon two of the teachers she wasn’t exactly on friendly terms with, she found them both in one place. Iris tried to pretend she didn’t see them and turned to leave, but one of them noticed. He was, after all, a huntsman. Had she managed to avoid him, she would consider it a miracle. “Miss Auburn, what a surprise to see you. May I ask how are your studies going? Surely all is well and your assignments will be finished before long?” “Of course, professor.” She smiled and waved her notebook, containing the few notes she took during her short library visit, although she wasn’t so sure about that. If her inability to understand at least 20% of the given subject wasn’t enough of an obstacle, than Ozpin’s side project might as well be. She slapped herself with her notes again. “Leave it be. Now is not the time, just leave it be. Eyes ahead and think of this, THIS is important now.” She hit herself with her notebook again as she turned the corner, entering the hallway leading to her dorm.
My thoughts exactly.
For the past few days, Iris spent most of her time in the library. Not because she wanted to, but because she neglected some of her classes, something that quickly backfired, leading to additional work. As if that wasn’t enough, now the headmaster decided to cobble together a group of individuals she may or may not have seen around the campus once or twice. Of course she couldn’t say no, she knew the threat White Fang posed. Despite the years that passed, the few, but ferocious attacks were still engraved in her memory. She slapped herself across the face, quietly reminding herself to focus on the heap of books that lay before her. The White Fang hunting party was beyond her control.

She wondered what Ozpin was hoping to achieve with just eight people. Not even experienced huntsmen, but two teams of four students who likely never even met? And how were they selected, anyway? The thought of Ozpin casually thumbing through a list of students and picking whoever his finger lands on popped into her mind, causing an uneasy chuckle to escape her mouth. She started to pack her books. The assignment would have to be completed at a later date, sometime when she could keep her mind focused on something besides the headmaster’s PMC.
Hello!
Name: Iris Auburn
Age: 18
Gender: female
Species: Human
Facial Features: Oval face with deep set eyes and thin lips, usually forming a horizontal line, accompanied by a piercing glare, forming an unimpressed expression. Tattooed on her left cheek is a front half of a horse, a symbol of her family used for many generations.
Skin Color: White (#D89370)
Eye Color: Green (#005500)
Hair Color: Black (#191919)
Build: Mesomorph
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 67 kg

Personality: Outside of the residents of her home village, Iris never got to interact with many people, leading to a rather awkward person when it comes to making friends. On the flip side, she has no regards towards the emotions of others, preferring to voice her opinion, even if not asked about it and not caring about the consequences.
Iris is generally easy-going, but once in a while, all the frustration, accumulated by dealing with everyday things, has to be vented. At those times, it's best to leave her alone for a few minutes.

Backstory: Iris grew up in a village just outside of Vale. Since early age, she idolized the village's defenders, seeing them as heroes protecting the village from the horrors of the outside world. She started training, aiming to join them one day. Until one day, a huntsman spent a few days at their village. He told unbelievable stories, and backed up his claims with a live demonstration during an attack. That day, she made the decision to become a huntress, devoting most of her time to that goal.

Weapon: Blackheart
Weapon Description: A simple-looking greatsword made of black metal, featuring a straight crossguard. The hilt is wrapped in black leather and is made to accommodate two hands. Removing the ball-shaped pommel allows access to a compartment intended to hold a dust capsule, granting the sword a little bit of versatility, depending on the dust type used.

Semblance: Elusion
Semblance Description: Iris can become intangible for a second, appearing blurred during this period. This only works with small objects, such as blades, allowing her to avoid an attack she wouldn't be able to block. During this second, she is unable to strike herself and to pass through herself. Things she's touching, such as her weapon or clothes, become intangible to others, but not to her. Because of this, she cannot pass through herself. Her semblance is a reflection of her tendency to find workarounds for a problem instead of facing it head on, however questionable these workarounds might be.



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Still here, waiting patiently
Name: Iris Auburn
Age: 18
Gender: female
Species: Human
Facial Features: Oval face with deep set eyes and thin lips, usually forming a horizontal line, accompanied by a piercing glare, forming an unimpressed expression. Tattooed on her left cheek is a front half of a horse, a symbol of her family used for many generations.
Skin Color: White (#D89370)
Eye Color: Green (#005500)
Hair Color: Black (#191919)
Build: Mesomorph
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 67 kg

Personality: Outside of the residents of her home village, Iris never got to interact with many people, leading to a rather awkward person when it comes to making friends. On the flip side, she has no regards towards the emotions of others, preferring to voice her opinion, even if not asked about it and not caring about the consequences.
Iris is generally easy-going, but once in a while, all the frustration, accumulated by dealing with everyday things, has to be vented. At those times, it's best to leave her alone for a few minutes.

Backstory: Iris grew up in a village just outside of Vale. Since early age, she idolized the village's defenders, seeing them as heroes protecting the village from the horrors of the outside world. She started training, aiming to join them one day. Until one day, a huntsman spent a few days at their village. He told unbelievable stories, and backed up his claims with a live demonstration during an attack. That day, she made the decision to become a huntress, devoting most of her time to that goal.

Weapon: Blackheart
Weapon Description: A simple-looking greatsword made of black metal, featuring a straight crossguard. The hilt is wrapped in black leather and is made to accommodate two hands. Removing the ball-shaped pommel allows access to a compartment intended to hold a dust capsule, granting the sword a little bit of versatility, depending on the dust type used.

Semblance: Elusion
Semblance Description: Iris can become intangible for a second, appearing blurred during this period. This only works with small objects, such as blades, allowing her to avoid an attack she wouldn't be able to block. During this second, she is unable to strike herself and to pass through herself. Things she's touching, such as her weapon or clothes, become intangible to others, but not to her. Because of this, she cannot pass through herself. Her semblance is a reflection of her tendency to find workarounds for a problem instead of facing it head on, however questionable these workarounds might be.



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Color me interested.
If you still have room, I'd be glad to join.
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