Of course he doesn't want fish cookies, crab cakes are the superior nautical pastry of choice
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IVAN
Ivan sighed as he pushed his way through a group blocking the passage to the common area, the sound coming out more like a growl as it made its way through the gas mask on his face. This earned him a few odd glances, but they were easily ignored, the Faunas used to the questioning looks, but they disappeared from sight once he was past them, the immense weapon on his back hiding them from view. He thought he heard a grumble from someone as it bounced gently off of them, but his weapon was surprisingly light for the moment. Either way he didn't respond, doggedly trying to escape from the crowds. The common area he entered was thankfully quieter than the place he had just left, his heartbeat calming down now that he'd gotten some space to himself.
Ivan looked around the room for a distraction, trying to distance himself from the situation he was in. There was little here he found familiar, no sea breeze bringing the smell of salt, no roar of machinery as boats were readied for the next outing, just people and clouds. And he had little experience with either. His mouth flexed inside as he fought the urge to take off the mask. Ivan was unused to keeping it on for so long, usually only donning it for quick trips town, and it was rather humid inside, but it was less uncomfortable than the looks he received from most other Faunas and all humans for the rows of teeth his mouth held. They marked him undeniably as a predator, and often brought forth that primal fight or flight instinct.
Ivan made his way to a sitting area near a window, leaning Jet Stream against the armrest of the couch, a heavy thump as it hit the ground once he released it, and sat down, looking around quickly to confirm he was alone for the moment, before loosening the straps on his mask, letting it hang from his ears slightly, a contented sigh escaping as the cold air hit his face, a look o f relaxation coming upon him.
He relaxed as he stared out the window, a small glare crossing his eyes as he tried to will the clouds away, looking for a break to catch sight of the sea he knew as well as his own room by now. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't home sick, but the thoughts of his clan had steeled him, knowing they needed this to keep their way of life. The thoughts of family brought a smile to his face as he placed his hand on the head of Jet Stream. For a moment nothing happened aside from a small pulse of blue light spreading from his hand, before it opened to reveal a handful of cartridges holding dust of various shades, blue making up the majority. He gingerly grabbed one of the blue ones, emptying a small bit of the blue powder onto the table in front of him before replacing it in the weapon, the head quickly closing back on itself. He spent a few moments shifting the blue sands around on the table, making small clusters close together, becoming unaware of the world around him in his task, before giving a nod and extending a hand towards the pile, sending a shock of pale blue Aura through it, a brief flash and light crackling noise revealing a small sculpture on the table now. He smiled with nostalgia as the form showed a young girl before him, no older than 13 at best in a plain dress. His sister had been one of the last things he'd seen as he'd boarded the ship, waving from the platform as he left. The memory of her waving form brought a smile to his face.
So which one of you three wants to be leader, I don't see Ivan being leader material really
Lol yeah just went back and saw he spelled it with a k not a c, derp
Well if it is Hope....we probably shouldn't go with BICH
Welp, I'm done, gonna be honest,not sure the personality is gonna stick. Got habit of letting their personalities form as I write them :p
Aight got a lot of it done, but it's getting pretty late so I'm calling it a night, tell me if you see any problems so far. I know the basics of his history and personality, just gotta write it down.
Lots of WIP, but thought I'd get something up
Name: Ivan Draklen
Age:17
Gender:Male
Species: Faunas- Great White Shark
Appearance:
Wears a mask most of the time to hide his mouth which stretches from ear to ear, three rows of shark teeth in it. Often is very self-conscious of the looks he gets from people who see it.
Personality: Ivan tends to be wary around most humans due to the secular nature of his clan. Most of his knowledge stems from stories told about the rebellions, with the few meetings due to business with the clan being either the terse payments from employers, or the frantic panicking of those found in sinking ships. those that can get him to open up will often find he is often full of curiosity, a interest in the world he has experienced little of, though he is well aware of his ignorance in many things and will often try to hide it behind a veneer of nonchalance.
Can tend to get a little excitable in battle and lose focus of others, focusing on a single target, leaving him open to multiple attackers.
History: Ivan's clan lives on the fringes of the city, preferring to make their homes on the coast and docks close to the ocean, playing clean up for the city. Every so often, aquatic Grimm will attack incoming ships full of cargo and such. As a group specially capable of handling the rigors of underwater exploration, the Draklens have been offering there services to the good people of the city to salvage what they can from, with a ten percent pay of what's recovered, with a $2000 payment for each survivor found and brought back. Ivan was quickly put into the family business at 13 when his semblance came to fruition, his ability to affect the density of objects allowing them to speed up the retrieval. He spent his first few years as part of the retrival crew, every now and again taking "tips" from certain shipments, slowly getting the pieces he need for his weapon from a few of the more military minded shipments.
Recently, however, the Grimm have been gathering around the wreckage, forcing his clan to increase defensive measure and moving Ivan to the Watchers, as one of the few members having a semblance increasing his effectiveness. His acceptance into Beacon actually came as a surprise to Ivan as he hadn't even sent in an application, and planned on declining. He'd never been a fan of crowds, preferring the company of his family. That plan was nipped in the bud quickly as he learned that his father had sent one in without his knowledge. They had been getting injured in almost every run now, and the last few had seen at least one death every time. So he father figured it would benefit the whole clan if they had a full-fledged hunter, suspending operations further than the coast until he graduates.
Semblance: Mass Manipulation- Has the ability to increase and decrease his mass at will. Uses this to wield a weapon much too large for most to handle by decreasing the weight of it, swinging it about in terrifyingly deft motions. By decreasing his own mass he can increase his mobility on the battlefield, leaping high and returning to mother earth with shattering results. Unfortunately, his body is much more vulnerable with decreased mass, hits feeling a lot harder than they would be, and increased mass tends to leave all maneuverability behind, leaving him open to more attacks, while not hurting as bad, tend to add up quickly.
Weapon: Jet Stream- a large flail attached to a retractable chain, extending up to 25 ft on the head of the flail. At the opposite end of the handle is a spiked grip, the chain on it being able to be shoot out up to twice the distance of the flail, piercing most objects. Ivan often uses it to move quickly about the battlefield, or to pierce a target and close quickly in on them. The flail houses multiple chambers to hold various cartridges of dust, usually preferring ice elements, which can be set off through the spikes of the flail.
By retracting the head of the flail and locking it in place, he can place his hand on the head of the flail which then envelopes his arm, allowing him to quickly use up his dust reserves as explosive rounds out of the enlarged barrel of the handle , usually allowing for up to 8 shots.
Name: Ivan Draklen
Age:17
Gender:Male
Species: Faunas- Great White Shark
Appearance:
Wears a mask most of the time to hide his mouth which stretches from ear to ear, three rows of shark teeth in it. Often is very self-conscious of the looks he gets from people who see it.
Personality: Ivan tends to be wary around most humans due to the secular nature of his clan. Most of his knowledge stems from stories told about the rebellions, with the few meetings due to business with the clan being either the terse payments from employers, or the frantic panicking of those found in sinking ships. those that can get him to open up will often find he is often full of curiosity, a interest in the world he has experienced little of, though he is well aware of his ignorance in many things and will often try to hide it behind a veneer of nonchalance.
Can tend to get a little excitable in battle and lose focus of others, focusing on a single target, leaving him open to multiple attackers.
History: Ivan's clan lives on the fringes of the city, preferring to make their homes on the coast and docks close to the ocean, playing clean up for the city. Every so often, aquatic Grimm will attack incoming ships full of cargo and such. As a group specially capable of handling the rigors of underwater exploration, the Draklens have been offering there services to the good people of the city to salvage what they can from, with a ten percent pay of what's recovered, with a $2000 payment for each survivor found and brought back. Ivan was quickly put into the family business at 13 when his semblance came to fruition, his ability to affect the density of objects allowing them to speed up the retrieval. He spent his first few years as part of the retrival crew, every now and again taking "tips" from certain shipments, slowly getting the pieces he need for his weapon from a few of the more military minded shipments.
Recently, however, the Grimm have been gathering around the wreckage, forcing his clan to increase defensive measure and moving Ivan to the Watchers, as one of the few members having a semblance increasing his effectiveness. His acceptance into Beacon actually came as a surprise to Ivan as he hadn't even sent in an application, and planned on declining. He'd never been a fan of crowds, preferring the company of his family. That plan was nipped in the bud quickly as he learned that his father had sent one in without his knowledge. They had been getting injured in almost every run now, and the last few had seen at least one death every time. So he father figured it would benefit the whole clan if they had a full-fledged hunter, suspending operations further than the coast until he graduates.
Semblance: Mass Manipulation- Has the ability to increase and decrease his mass at will. Uses this to wield a weapon much too large for most to handle by decreasing the weight of it, swinging it about in terrifyingly deft motions. By decreasing his own mass he can increase his mobility on the battlefield, leaping high and returning to mother earth with shattering results. Unfortunately, his body is much more vulnerable with decreased mass, hits feeling a lot harder than they would be, and increased mass tends to leave all maneuverability behind, leaving him open to more attacks, while not hurting as bad, tend to add up quickly.
Weapon: Jet Stream- a large flail attached to a retractable chain, extending up to 25 ft on the head of the flail. At the opposite end of the handle is a spiked grip, the chain on it being able to be shoot out up to twice the distance of the flail, piercing most objects. Ivan often uses it to move quickly about the battlefield, or to pierce a target and close quickly in on them. The flail houses multiple chambers to hold various cartridges of dust, usually preferring ice elements, which can be set off through the spikes of the flail.
By retracting the head of the flail and locking it in place, he can place his hand on the head of the flail which then envelopes his arm, allowing him to quickly use up his dust reserves as explosive rounds out of the enlarged barrel of the handle , usually allowing for up to 8 shots.
Hey, do y'all mind if I use a non mammal race for my faunus character, haven't seen a one on the show but figure it shouldn't be a big problem.
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