The Fox Without

RWBY AU RP(hard reset, see new thread)

NORSUN

Norsun sighed as he pushed his way through a group blocking the passage to the viewing 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 Faunus used to the questioning looks, and ignored them as they disappeared from sight once he was past, 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 Jet Stream was surprisingly light for the moment. Either way he didn't bother to respond, doggedly trying to escape from the crowd. Norsun entered the viewing area, thankfully finding it quieter than the passageway he had just left, his heartbeat calming down now that he'd gotten some space to himself.

Norsun 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. None of the familiar comforts he had grown up with. All that was with in sight was clouds and people, and he had little experience with either. His mouth flexed inside as he fought the urge to take off the mask, unused to keeping it on for so long. Norsun had usually only donned it for quick trips into town, and it was rather humid inside, but it was less uncomfortable than the looks he received from most other Faunus and all humans for the rows of teeth his mouth held. They we're certainly no cute little bunny ears, and they marked him undeniably as a predator, a fact that often brought forth that primal fight or flight instinct in most who saw it.

Norsun 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 couch once he released it, and sat down, looking around quickly to confirm he was alone for the moment. A smile graced his lips as he loosened 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 of relaxation coming upon him. He could feel a tooth growing loose as he habitually ran his tongue over them to check for such occurrences. He was tempted to yank it out, but it could wait for the moment.

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 had once known as well as his back hand. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't missing what was left of his family, but those thoughts were what drove him as well, knowing they needed him here 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 ice 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.

RWBY AU RP(hard reset, see new thread)

Curious about something, have y'all decided whose on what team yet, or do we not know at this point.

RWBY AU RP(hard reset, see new thread)

Norsun

1) Basic info:

Name: Norsun Blute Draklen

Team/occupation:(keep it blank for now)

Species: Faunus-Great White Shark

Age:17

Sex: Male

Handedness: Right

Aura/Effects: Pale Icy Blue Aura. A pale shimmer like crystal coat on his skin when using semblance

Symbol: a cracked bright white shark tooth with bands of riveted metal holding it together

Physical traits: His mouth stretches from ear to ear, 2 rows of serrated shark teeth. Often has to remove one every few days that will grow a replacement by the next day.

2)

Appearance

Height:5'11"

Weight:185 lbs without the use of his semblance.

Eyes: Ice blue, half lidded most times.

Face:Angled rather sharply,

Hair:dishelved lanky black hair, shoulder length.

Physique: lithe swimmers build

Combat Outfit: A wet suit like outfit fitted with segmented carbon alloy plates on his chest, abdomen, and back. Has a streamlined design incorporating black as the primary and blue as the secondary color.

Casual Outfit: A loose fitting black suit with white undershirt. Almost always seen with a gas mask.

3) Characteristics:

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.

Used to work on the boats his family and built his own weapon, which has translated into a love engineering, always curious of new machines and other students weapons.

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.

Background:: Norsun's clan lived on the northern fringes of Vale, 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 Vale to salvage what they can from the wreckages, with a ten percent pay of what's recovered, and a $2000 payment for each survivor found and brought back. Norsun 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.

However his life of common familiarity came crashing down the previous year with the emergence of the Inkume. Norsun, his father, and his younger sister were out at sea picking apart a small fishing boat that had gone down to ease his sister into field work with an easy target. It was on the return trip from the sea that they saw the Dust blast, watching in terror as any sign of the world he had known disappeared in a moment. His father progressively became catatonic over the next month as they learned of the events causing the blast, the constant tale of no survivors confirming that his wife and their entire family was now gone. His sister had to stay with his father to take care of him, using the funds the company had to support themselves. Though they had been left with a rather sizable amount, with proper budgeting it would only last them a few years. With this deadline in site, Norsun has begun his journey as a hunter at Beacon, hoping to become licensed in time to support the last of his family, and if the world is to go with a few less Grimm as a result, all the better.

Combat info:

Position/Class: Lightning Bruiser

Landing strategy: Will increase his mass to toughen his body the point where the landing leaves little more than a few small scratches or bruises, though the landing areas with softer terrain often leave him climbing his way out of a crater.

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 3 foot handle is a spiked hilt, 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.

Flail Mode

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 12 shots.

Arm Cannon Mode

Semblance: Ocean's Depths-Has the ability to increase and decrease his and those around himself masses 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 he can take hits much easier, tend to add up quickly.

Fighting style: Will often start a fight at a distance, softening targets up with a shot per enemy, usually getting off 2 or 3 shots, before using the chain on the hilt to attach himself to a designated target, bringing himself close and focusing on that target before switching to the next. Tends to go into overkill when fighting Grimm, due to a latent rage over the loss of his Clan, and can be hard to calm him down after a fight.

5) Trivia: Prefers raw meat to cooked but rarely eats it around company, as it seems to disturb those used to cooked meals. Can breath both on land and underwater. Teeth tend to fallout rather regularly, but will grow back by the next day.

Relationships: Father who is basically a functioning vegetable, as well as a younger sister forced to take care of him now that Norsun is at Beacon.

Notes: Norsun is a shortened version of the Finnish word Norsunluu which is their word for Ivory.

RWBY AU RP(hard reset, see new thread)

Aight, kinda freaked me out seeing all those notices before I saw what it was about, I'll get to editing Ivan to fit him to this setting.

[RWBY] ;; Beαcoɴ'ѕ Fιɴeѕт [Accepting!]

Lol, I can see his paranoia going at odds with his obsession. An offer like that might just break him XD. I can already see him missing people off, forgoing sleep to take apart someone's weapon while they sleep.

[RWBY] ;; Beαcoɴ'ѕ Fιɴeѕт [Accepting!]

Especially since her family's in the business of making weapons, decided to make Ivan a gear head, obsessed with wanting to take apart weapons and machines to see how they work :P

[RWBY] ;; Beαcoɴ'ѕ Fιɴeѕт [Accepting!]

Nice, I could definitely see Honey and Ivan ending up bash buddies when fighting, hope Asuu confirms your character. Look forward to playing with ya.

[RWBY] ;; Beαcoɴ'ѕ Fιɴeѕт [Accepting!]

I think we might want to put up notice for replacements for another player since Angel is gone, unless you got a replacement in mind @Asuu

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Alright, thought I'd check :p y'all have fun and thanks for the quick response.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

It says y'all are taking applications, but it looks like y'all are a good ways in to yer game already, so I thought I'd check if y'all are still taking student characters?