The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer would cross her arms and nod at the Lizard Fighter's idea of training in things they weren't very good at. It made sense, though, honestly she wasn't sure what she'd want to improve on. Maybe getting better in close range was an option, but she wouldn't describe herself as "weak" in that department.

The moment that the druid girl started balancing on one foot, the archer couldn't help but snicker, mostly since she was wobbling like a newborn deer. "I don't know if that kind of training is gonna do it for balance. But if you wanna work on what we're weak at, we could all start off with simple physical training. I imagine Big Red doesn't need much of that himself, but it might help us think." The archer herself wasn't really sure what weaknesses she should learn to cover. Maybe she could try and work on shooting while moving around, but that was...kind of hard. Like, extremely. On horseback she could rely on the horse going and maneuvering mostly on its own, but it'd be easy for someone running around and shooting arrows to trip and stumble and probably poke an eye out.

"Or, we could just spar with some sticks. That always works too."

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Levia would bite her lip as her and Gammaton walked side-by-side, answering her companion's question quickly with: "Its lady Faetalis! She was injured and I didn't have any skills to help her, so I went to get you ASAP, since you have those cleric spells and all." She wasn't even aware of whether Gammaton had access to their cleric skills in this stage of life, and, if need be, knew that it was her solemn duty to offer her life to Gammaton if need be. Though, a blood transfusion might be difficult since her blood was poisonous...

Anyways, Gammaton's jaunt wasn't quite up to the speed that a medical emergency required, and as such the queen of punching took it upon herself to gently pick Gammaton's host body up, saying: "Sorry, just, faster if I carry you," she said, having embarrassingly enough the highest agility of any factory manager, save for Gammaton's fullest power. With her legs and extra set of arms, the way forward would be simple, as they kind of just needed to follow the trail of rocks smashed to pieces or melted by the dragoness.

Upon stepping near the ruined building, Levia would gingerly place Gammaton back upon his feet, panicking the entire time as the metal skeletons asked their questions. She then dragged Gammaton inside and, hearing the healing song of Tungsten and seeing him cradle their leader, the dragoness couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. But that didn't matter right now. The guild leader was top priority, and as such she would approach Tungsten Jazz. "I'm glad you were able to get here fast. I brought Gammaton too," she said, looking around as the other factory overseers became audible. Mae and Cormac weren't exactly small enough or quiet enough to not be noticed.

Tree's Garbage Dump

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice felt good, thinking that she really did just perfectly explain chemistry to her mentally lacking friend. Also, Francoise was like...way too cute, once he was calm and relaxed. With gentle hands she would scritch his poofy hide, even if he was a turd, he was a very good dog once all his energy was used up. But, naturally, all good things had to come to an end as she was reminded that Mrs. Elmwood was going to probably beat them to death. So afraid was Alice of the consequences that she was visibly shaking, face pale. "Aaa-aah...yeah...we still have to...talk to her..." she said, clearly freaking out before she slapped her cheeks. "No no no no! No running! We're gonna go there, and we're gonna tell her that we're sorry, and that Francoise had a great time, and that he got a good bath! A-And honestly, I'm more scared of Ms. Bavaloure, so we'll deal with Elmwood."

Once she had risen and Brandy was no longer being obscured by conveniently shining vertical shafts of light, Alice would bring the pupper of sin to the doorstep of Elmwood, which was thankfully devoid of angry housewives and butchers. With lead feet and her stomach somewhere near her soles, the werewolf would knock on Elmwood's door.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer appreciated not having to sewer dive again more than the two could ever know. Like, ever. Seriously. But, there was the remaining question of just what to do with all this free time left on this afternoon. While the proficient huntress would offer to go do some hunting, she doubted that a druid would support hunting for sport. Even if she was certain that with Big Red's help they could get a massive haul, she respected the druid enough to not suggest going off to skin animals for fun. Not like she did it for fun to begin with, mind you, but she knew that noblemen hunted for sport, often wasting some perfectly good animals just on virtue of the fact that they could.

"We could train. But that's not really 'fun', more just something so we don't waste the day. We could like...just talk, I guess. Maybe get to know each other better?" The nomad girl was frankly very unused to things outside of her steppe socially, used to, generally, having a bunch of girls her age with similar interests and similar background to chatter with. The druid girl was a girl, and knew things about nature, and that was about where their interests stopped meeting. Big Red was a survivalist, but was also a whole other species and gender than she was used to. So, maybe just chatting would do them all some good, in a way.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Expressing tentative interest in here!

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

A long, long bout of silence followed the archer girl being told that those herbs were basically worthless since every alchemist had them. One could almost see her soul trying to leave her body, feeling like an idiot for wasting an entire afternoon traipsing around the woods, avoiding stepping in dung, all for herbs that nobody needed. The thud of the archer's head against the table signaled that she understood how much of a colossal waste of time that all was.

As the druid came to realize that the literal only quest available to them was to kill roaches, the archer righted her head on the table, chin pressed down as she said: "Do noooot...seriously! Its not gonna work out good. There's rats as big as my head down there, the roaches have diseases, and if just one bites you it can be a disaster! Its better for people with full armor to do, but trudging around in sewer water in armor is gonna be awful too." Marching over and standing beside the druid, the archer would wiggle her fingers on her left hand, adding: "Me and Big Red would be fine since he's got a thick hide and I've got lots of padding, but if you got bit it'd be over like that!" she said, emphasizing with a tickling pinch of the druid girl's tanned side.

With her quirky demonstration over with, the archer would go back to the table and sit down, looking at her bag of herbs. "...I don't wanna lose another party I like because of some dumb bugs. I'll pick as many herbs as it takes, and sleep in the cold if it means we can go a day without wading through poop to fight bugs," she said, hanging her head a bit. She was still shaken from how Guard Lady, a woman who seemed so much stronger than her, just...collapsing and vomiting after a few bites from roaches. From disease. From a damnable plague that they were being told to go exterminate for copper.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Within the realms of Infactorium, there was an office that was scarcely used, mostly since high level PCs kind of had nutso resistances and could hold cursed items like it was nothing. In it dwelt the little black dragon without any purpose to break things, and, in that little black dragon's programming was a simple 9 to 5 job that mostly involved her sitting at a desk, clicking a pen, and waiting for someone to give her something to punch. The oblivion facing the world at hand was something the players knew, but to the binary code that constructed the mind of the factory managers, it would simply be as if they never existed at all. ...That is, until a creaking groan echoed from above her, causing a massive tile of her ceiling to come off and smack her in the head, flooring the poor dragoness before a pipe descended after her, pinning her down by her torso.

Sighing, Levia Vishap would reach into one of her pockets and pull out her carton of cigarettes, only to find, after furiously shaking it up and down a few times that it was empty. In order to answer complaints about the game promoting smoking, the item had been shadowbanned to only have one charge per 8 hours. "UUUGHHHH...THIS SUCKS! First nobody needs anything broken down, then my office is falling apart, THEN I'm out of my healie sticks! This sucks...I wanna go to bed...am I being fired? Is that why my office is crumbling?" the dragoness whined, kicking her legs childishly while rubble piled atop her. Looking up at the hole in her ceiling, she couldn't help but bite her lip. It was...unfair, really. If she was getting a pink slip, that just meant she was more useless than ever. Maybe they were adding some cooler, more effective facility.

It sucked, it was unfair, she didn't get paid enough, her butt hurt from sitting, and she really, really just wanted to go home and cry...at least, until a signal in her head called for an emergency meeting. Emergency meetings only called for active employees. She was being called for. SHE WAS STILL AN ACTIVE EMPLOYEE! With nothing more than a shove the pipe atop her went flying, before one of her enlarged scaled hands engulfed it, crushing it in an instant as her sharp teeth meshed together into a toothy grin. "THEY NEED ME TO BREAK SOMETHING! THAT'S IT!" she screamed, cackling wildly as she dusted off her coat, a piece of debris about to fall on her head being split as her tail wagged ferociously.

"Don't you worry whoever pushed the button! I'm comin'!" the ditz of a dragon screamed out, before her mouth erupted in green light, a thin jet of green liquid soon coating the wall to open a hole up. By the time she'd realized she wasn't fired, the door had been blocked by debris and thus, she had to make her own exit. And she would thus make many exits as she tore her way through the crumbling facility, acid drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth as she cut her way through rubble and metal like an excavator made of fists and acid. Of course, once it came time to enter the room that Faetalis was in, she would wipe her mouth, clear her throat, and enter calmly and slowly, tail smacking the door to the point of almost sending it off its hinges as she entered. "Lady Faetalis! Did you summon me for the disposal of a Class 1 Hazardous Material? Or maybe a Class 2!?" she asked, unsure, until she saw the state that her boss was in.

Her tail drooped, her larger arms sunk, and her head swiveled around hurriedly. "I-I'm gonna go get Gammaton, you wait here lady Faetalis!" she said, before freezing, shivering, and lowering herself to a kneel before Faetalis. "I apologize. I-I didn't mean to give you orders my lady. Please, forgive me. Barring that, punish me once we treat your wounds and- I just did it again. I'LL BE BACK!" With her bumbling apology finished the dragoness would begin tunneling her way towards where she had a feeling Gammaton might be. Hivehill needed his management currently, so she had no doubt he was trapped in there with his workers, trying to tunnel a way out. She'd slow her acidic and kinetic assault on debris, just to make sure she didn't accidentally decapitate the workers trying to reach the meeting.