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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Fixed my post to account for Ivan.

@Kaithas

No one accounts for Ivan. He's like a natural disaster when it comes to social interaction.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ivan Oakley - Armory

"And I just worked myself around to letting your past lie. Pity." Ivan spun his chair around and casually pushed his revolver away, moving deceptively calmly as he slowly turned to face the fanus with a curiously cold look in his eyes. "You want to hear me, little man? You want to hear my problem with admitting a member of the White Fang into Beacon?" "Allow me to state a fact, something even your simple mind will take as gospel." He sounded more bitter than prideful, even if he was quite happy to prove this upstart brute wrong. "The White Fang are murderers and terrorists who make their points through horrific acts of violence and crime. They spill the blood of the ones unstained by the war of extermination with those filthy creatures and bring only more hatred into a world that's not lacking in horrors. The White Fang drag up the terror and hatred and pain and crippling despair that feed the Grimm, and expect only the best from their horrifying actions."His green eyes flashed, the intense displeasure quite apparent. "And you were a member of this organization, of criminal scum who'd be better off slaughtered along with the Grimm. And therein lies the problem." He snarled, curling his lips back from his startlingly white teeth. "You think that suddenly feeling that you want to turn a new leaf erases those things? All that innocent blood you've spilled in your quest to set things right just suddenly evaporates? You think the society will just forget the things you've done?!" Ivan was on his feet now, letting loose his feelings with a terrific bellow. "How dare you expect forgivess! You expect nothing to come of what you've done because you simply feel like it's over!? It's never over, you goddamn coward!! You.. you.. Grimm-allied freak!!" He whirled on Sapphire, his expression darkening to one of pure, unadulterated hatred as his voice dropped to a hiss. "You think you're the only one with drive, woman? You think you're the only one that works at what they believe in with every waking breath? I live only for the moment that the Grimm's clutch on humanity falls into ruin and their wails for mercy are broken under the cleansing fire of the Huntsmen. The only day I will rest easy is when I can hear the dying screams of the Grimm as their broken corpses burn as the light of day ends, and have their horrifying despair as their young die unfulfilled and unwanted lull me to the first fitful night's rest I've had in nearly ten years." The moment of introspection that had taken root in his mind earlier reminded him that the fact of the matter was that Ozpin had selected him, and that calling anyone Grimm-allied was dismissing them from humanity entirely. And then it pleasantly reminded him that he no longer spoke only for himself, but for an entire team. And that revealing his motives to an authority figure would probably result in him seeing the school psychologist. Again. The gunslinger panted, his breath spent. The battle earlier had taken a toll on his already low amounts of aura, but he couldn't resist a final jab at the one who had challenged him. He sneered. "Although... I have to admit, the threat of violence doesn't do jack for you turning over that new leaf, you sniveling coward. Once a terrorist, always a terrorist, is that right?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yaaaaayyyy, enemies have been made!!

@LokiLeo789

The best kind of people to have at your side!

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IVAN OAKLEY - ARMORY

Ivan met Geni's glare with an absolutely withering one of his own, his green eyes burning with intensely focused purpose. In his world of absolutes(Either against the Grimm, or with them. Either hurting the innocent or saving them. Either likable or intensely dislikable. Either heroic or villainous), redemption had never crossed his mind. Criminals went to jail, or the executioners block. Those were the only choices. It wasn't 'murder a few folks and cause copious amounts of public distress' and then get a pass because 'I feel bad about it'. It just didn't work that way. It couldn't. Taking in a White Fang cultist of all things just screamed of desperation. Was that it? Was this prodigious school really stooping to such lows? Promise or not, taking some criminal scum of the side of the street just didn't make sense. In a rare moment of introspection, Ivan glanced around at the rest of the group, breaking the intense glare. He had worked hard to get here, of course, but what about the rest of them? Ozpin said that he only took the best at Beacon, and that meant every single one of these people had taken the test and passed with flying colors. Indigo, with his laid-back actions and extremely violent use of his defensive aura. Ineko, who was hiding some sort of unknowable power in his drones. The Goldstein boy, with his tank. Gren Orchid, who's terrifying power and even more horrifying weapon had put Indigo on the defensive. The flamethrower boy, Daniel. Mokuren, the creepy fox girl and her uniquely troublesome semblance. Victor, the man who made prostetics look like an upgrade to regular limbs. Rayna, bedecked with her righteous chains of fury and her powerful lineage. And as much as he already disliked the girl, Sapphire was a right terror in close combat. Even the tiger fanus, with his... outbursts and sheer enthusiasm. So why had Ozpin chosen a member of the White Fang as his- their equal? Ivan frowned. That sort of thinking lead down a dangerous path that could make or break his convictions in the rigorous trials of combat. If being dangerously unaware about the nature of his companions would sharpen his aim against the true horrors that lurked inside the darkness that surrounded the world, then he'd(For now) accept the horrible implications of working with a terrorist. He'd keep an eye on him, though. Sighing, he withdrew a notebook from somewhere on his person and absently began to scrawl along with the professor's lecture. His semblance intimately dealt with Dust, so he probably knew more about what actually happened in the reactions than the man leading the class did.

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Rika Thorn

Appearance

Name: Rika Thorn Age: 21 Sex: Female Race: Fanus (Rabbit) Weapon: Lucky Charm Mark V: Mechanical legs with engines built into the calves. They connect directly where her ruined legs were amputated years previous, and offer both a greater range of motion and a heavier blows than non-mechanical alternatives. When the engines are engaged, they accelerate Rika’s already quick kicks to preposterous levels. With the addition of Brambles, she can unleash a flurry of attacks to overwhelm her opponents defenses, before launching back out of range before her opponent can appropriately react. As a downside, they are quite heavy and aren’t as comfortable as her non-battle oriented prosthetics, making long missions difficult for Rika. When worn for extended periods of time, the metal parts and where they connect to her nerves begin to ache and dig in, causing intense pain around the connections. Specialty: Warrior/Scout. Utilizing her Semblance, Brambles, and her jet-powered kicks, she smashes through her weakened opponents with extreme prejudice. When fighting Grimm, she relies heavily on her power to ambush opponents that her teammates have lured in. Nigh on useless at any sort of range. Semblance: Brambles - In a predetermined area that requires a set-up time of nearly five minutes, Rika acquires a series of buffs that increase her natural aura, strength, speed, awareness, reaction time, and other generally physical traits. In addition, whomever Rika deems as her enemy suffers a reduction to their vitality and speed inside Brambles’ area of effect. Coupled with her already impressive kicking power from her prosthetic legs, she becomes the queen of the arena, nearly unbeatable in tests of strength or speed. Personality: Always in a quietly pleasant mood. Quite a good liar and at home in nearly any situation, but is prone to daydreams and has a short attention span. Friendly to nearly everyone she meets, and never loses her good humor no matter the situation. Color: Rosebud Emblem: A bleeding heart horizontally crossed by a single line of bramble-thorn. Appearance: A relatively curvaceous young woman, complete with features best described as angelic. Rika has incredibly pale skin and beautifully maintained hair the color of freshly fallen snow. Big eyes of pinkish-red with long eyelashes complete the picture. She’s a tad shorter than average height when her prosthetics are installed. She’s usually seen wearing hotpants, a bright red v-neck shirt made of the finest silk, and a fur-lined leather jacket in rosebud. Her unarmored prosthetics mimic her actual skin tone, covered up with dark boots that stretch up to her knees. Bio: Her actual legs were mangled by Grimm when she was a young girl, which had to be amputated in order to save her life. The traumatizing act planted a seed of intense passion to defeat the Grimm that would inflict such horrors on others, and steeled the young girl's resolve to become a Huntress. Despite being confined to a wheelchair for several years after the incident, she managed to convince the staff of Signal Academy to take a chance of the crippled girl when she displayed her recently surfaced Semblance in action. Soon after, she talked another student into helping her design the ‘Lucky Charm Mark I’ legs that made her struggle to her feet. It took nearly her entire high-school career to finally walk as she once had, and she made a splash in the entrance exam by crushing several large Grimm that her partner lured into range of her Brambles. Not the leader of her team, but perhaps the power behind the throne. Nearly unbeatable in the arena if she’s able to set up her semblance beforehand, Rika functions as the close-combat powerhouse of her team, stomping out resistance with a smile on her face and some honeyed trickery on her silver tongue.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Apologies if it has already been asked, but does anyone know where we're supposed to turn in our contest entries? The OOC of the new thread, perhaps? EDITS:

Will the winning character be featured in the RP? Also for the contests we could have submissions posted in the IC and new contest topics as well as the winning submission posted in the OOC.

@Prince of Seraphs

Yes. Good idea.

@Lugubrious

I am a silly bugger.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

IGNORE THIS

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

You know, its not everyday the thought "How could I make a good cripple?" comes to mind. I'm going to like these contests.

@Awesomoman64

By installing twin-linked 20mm automatic cannons and several dozen missile pods on a wheelchair with monster-truck wheels.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Armory Class Ivan barely managed a grunt as Indigo asked his question, apparently wrapped in both self-pity and the cleaning of his absolutely massive handgun. Instead, he vaguely gestured to where he'd disconnected the actual weapon from the gauntlet. Surfacing momentarily as the professor came in, he lowered his voice and gave the answer. "Maintenance, mostly. My power is stressful on the barrel, and I have to check constantly for warping from the focused heat. It's rare, given the type of metal I used to create Leviathan, but I've seen it happen before." Seemingly satisfied with that explanation, Ivan leaned back and kicked his feet onto the table, pulling his oversized hat down over his eyes, half listening to the teacher drone on about what to expect from the classroom. As far as he was concerned, the class hadn't started yet, and everything before that was a motivational speech, if not wasted breath. Probably both at the same time. He snickered quietly to himself, leaning back on his chair before he barely caught the mention of 'White-' out of one of the several fanus present in the room. The gunslinger managed to turn his sudden snap to attention into a badly disguised yawn, awkwardly stretching his arms over his head and nearly knocking off his ridiculously large hat in his haste. There was only one well-known organization that could garner such a drastic reaction from the most ill-timed of all Freudian slips. The White Fang. He ground his teeth almost absently at the mere mention of the name. Horrible criminals who brought harm to the innocent and masked themselves like the dirty scum that roamed the lands outside of the kingdoms. This first day just kept getting better.With his badly created veil of disinterest all but obliterated, Ivan stood bolt upright and glared around the room at the rest of the students, preparing to give his introductory speech. Even with the annoyance, anger, and new-found suspicion that smoldered behind his intensely green eyes, Ivan's introduction was laced with his signature aggravating amounts of arrogance. He tossed out the syllables simply dripping with disdain, as if this were already something the common masses learned in their childhood schooling. "My name is Ivan Oakley. I'm a damn good shot and perfectly capable engineer when it comes to projectile based weapons of all sorts, specializing in large caliber guns." He tossed a glance at the Unsubtle. "Of the more, ah, mobile variety. My semblance allows them to hit harder than they should."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I'm cool with doing Patrol.