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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: December 14, 2017, 06:49:13 AM »
"And what would you know Bones!?" Carafe suddenly enraged at Justice's comments, his attention immediately moving from Camelia to him. "Look at you dressing up like those fancy rich boys of the kingdom, couldn't handle the Whites could you?" Carafe taunted.

"Without need for Grimm eradication? HA Hardly! Let me educate you about Anov,we are a weak and vulnerable settlement, despite what you may think. Like you said we have farmers, not warriors, no that's Vona. This village and the other two as a matter of fact have two entrances" he said as he gestured two stubby fingers

"The main gate that leads outside, and the back gate that only leads to the Misted Woods. In Anov both entrances are protected by a weapon, not skilled warriors, a powerful machine gun that cannot be moved or operated by a single person" Carafe rambled on. "Anything the weapon is pointed at can be wiped out immediately, but what happens when we run out of dust do you think!?Or when it malfunctions at the worst moment!?" Carafe said raising his voice, the guard that initially brought him over shifted nervously at this comment, sweat beading down his face despite the cool temperature, all the while glaring at Gaud.

"Or when the Grimm over run our walls!? Without those guns my family is a slaughter waiting to happen!" he ended his rant and realized how panicky he must have appeared to both the group and the village around him saying such dark things.
 Calming himself down he continued "The fog in the Misted Woods and number of Grimm didn't used to be this bad, it's only recently it's become this dangerous. The weapons and the ammo for it was originally supplied by Navo, but they request for an absurdly unfair trade deal for it. What they request won't starve us but moving such a large amount of resources in this state is just begging to be attacked, and it would be enough to force us to ration for some time, especially since Vona is requesting for the same deal."



CALEN
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'I've been meaning to ask Miss Unis, is there a reason why you won't play without Miss Gaud. I'm sure she has heard you play numerous times before and would forgive one concert given the circumstances

"It's a bit of a long story but it'll pass the time so why not?" she said with a sad smile as she reminisced her past, she slowed down so he could hear her story as the two horses trotted along.
"First you'll need to understand where Gaud and I grew up. We were born in a very...tribal village I think the word would be to describe it, Amandla. Being a warrior meant everything in Amandla, and I mean Everything, from birth everyone is trained to be capable of fighting Grimm. I remember a parent that would brag how their baby's first word was 'death'. Amandla entirely  devoted itself to fighting, I remember my first "toy" was a set of throwing knives, I hurt myself alot with those" she said with a giggle at the absurdity of the memory.

"In Amandla opening up your aura was like a rite of passage, and finding your semblance was a sign they were ready to become a warrior. I'd say kids on average would've unlocked their aura by ten and find their semblance by thirteen, if you didn't you were the target of bullies and considered a failure. I never did either" she said with another sad smile, this one clearly bringing up bad memories.

Cami was about to continue but fate had something else in mind for her. An explosion of sound was heard in the distance.
[BOOM]
And a streak of white death burst at the feet of Cami's horse, the steed in surprise reered it's front legs and wildly thrashed around throwing Its inexperienced rider right off. By plan or terrible luck the path they were on was on the edge of a rocky cliff, it wasn't a straight drop dow, it was a rock slope that hurled Cami to the bottom of it like a ragdoll. Cami slamming on the rocks as she tumbled down. It was possible she could've mitigated some of the damage by falling on her guitar case she still had on her back but whether by coincidence or intentional she fell in a way that protected the instrument.

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Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: December 09, 2017, 12:25:16 PM »
Ow...Solar thought as she realized too late an entire hand of blades slashed at her and weakened her, she would've slammed into the ground if it weren't for an unlikely hero. "Hey! I didn't need your help" she commented stubbornly as she found herself carried by Alizarin. A glint of orange caught her eye as she suddenly noticed the Grimm's cannon aimed at their direction ready to fire, still airborne Solar panicked "Putmedownordodge!
Putmedownordodge! Put me down or dodge!"
though he didn't give him a choice as she unintentionally clung to him. Lucky for the two the monster was interrupted by Cordell's shots, and revealed the shower of treasure hidden by the structure. Though the reveal of the treasure caught her attention for a moment,her desire to beat the Grimm was stronger, rewards later.
Finally being let down and Alizarin landing she couldn't face him as she mumbled her thanks, she knew herself she wasn't strong enough yet, but she wasn't ready to admit it. "I broke it once I can break it again!" she declared, ignoring the first time was a group effort. Catching one of the charges Infrared threw, her arm begins to glow with the explosive raised above her head. 5 second charge, she counts and throws the bomb powered by her semblance.

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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: December 07, 2017, 01:42:40 PM »
Anov, compared to Vona the village was bliss. Men and women walked about without a care, children played in the streets chasing each other around, and guards with modern looking rifles sat atop towers pretending to be awake. A farm, a massive expanse of land was entirely dedicated to agriculture; fruits and vegetables of all size and variety, animals miling about minding their business, and their farmers respectively tending to the very life their friends and families would have for the day's meal. There was nothing really negative to be considered from a first look about the village.

     "You again!? *chew *chew I told you the last time and my answer hasn't changed!" the guard had returned, accompanied by a short and very portly man. In his hands he carried a large bowl with a comically overfilled pile of rice, his other hand was shoveling away with his bare hands at the pile and sending it to his mouth. His clothes were rather ordinary, nothing really indicated him as a leader or anyone important. A cross stitched leather vest, regular work pants, and a pair of warhammers connected by a chain dangled at his waist. His head was balding and his multiple chins expressed annoyance in Gaud's direction.

"They demand for life in exchange for nothing!*chew *chew The point of a trade is for both sides to barter equally, you can tell them the past is irrelevant to the current situation!" the plump man said in between bites, sending projectile crumbs in Gaud's face as he talked. Gaud simply tilted her hat over head so nothing would directly hit her face, she seemed ready for this occurence as she pre emptively covered her face as she was addressed. "The Grimm will soon be handled, after that there should no need for a stockpile and you can lift the embargo" Gaud replied plainly. "With what you and this army?" he said suddenly taking notice of the trio "They look rather battered from the Misted Woods! On top of that they're just a bunch of kids,is a single team really enough to clear the mist?" he examined Justice and Rory's wounds and his gaze ended on Camelia, more specifically an area below her neck, despite the area covered in armor. "Well little lady it wouldn't do to hurt that cute little face of yours! I am village Master Carafe Vita. Do you and your comrades ,but mostly just you, care for some nourishment and rest for the night?" he gestured to Camelia with his bowl of rice extended out to her as if offering her to dig in, obvious lechery could be heard behind the voice.



"Oh I know the perfect place to go!"hearing Calen's requirement for a mode of transportation, she lead Calen off to a corner of the village, not far from the main gate they came in from. Cami came to a stop to the entrance of an open stable with a row of horses, deeper inside a number of wagons could be seen, though the dust suggested they havent been used recently. "I talked to the stable master here and he said the horses haven't been used for a while since the villages stopped trading with each other, they wouldn't notice if one were to go missing would they?" she subtley suggested as she started stroking the mane of the nearest horse. 

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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: December 04, 2017, 10:13:45 AM »
Gaud let loose one more precisely aimed grenade right behind Camelia and Rory, perhaps a little too close to the pair as it singed the two but clearing out the immediate vicinity of the Grimm behind them.
     With the last obstacle out of the way, Justice was the first one out of the forest, and free of the mist, he had a view of what could only be assumed to be Anov. It was presumably much larger then Vona, as the wooden wall that stretched further beyond the mountain canyon suggested it was much bigger then what could be seen. While the wooden walls didn't look all that different to Vona's, two things were apparently different aside from it's size.
   First was the double gate that served as it's entrance was lined with metal plates, its defensive capabilities clearly given more care then the rest of the wall.
     Second was the machine gun and the guard stationed directly above the metal gate.The gun was belt fed, loaded, and clearly ready to fire off its dust rounds at anything it was pointed at, which happened to be Justice coming out of the forest. A barrage of small explosions instantly went off, along with a hose of light that erupted from the weapon and burst its way in Justice's direction. The weapon was loud, the detonations from the dust rounds and the way the ground would burst clearly suggested each bullet would cause devastating damage to anything hit by them.
     
     Gaud moved to stop the weapon, she took a position high up on a tree for an angle and let loose her spear in an upwards arc. The weapon landed inbetween the gunner manning the weapon and the gun itself, piercing through its housing and completely dissabling it. With a yank of her hand, the string attached to the weapon tightened and her weapon flew back into her hand. She stood atop her tree so the guard could get a good look at her.
"You Fools! It is I!Cease your fire and let them in! they are not from the other villages!" Gaud yelled at the guard now accompanied by his partner, both now armed with rifles pointed at both Gaud and Justice. The two guards looked at each other with a look of resignation and dissapeared behind the wall.
     A moment later the entrance gate was opened allowing haven for the group inside. "You'll want to speak to Master Vita I assume? I'll get him" one of the guards said not waiting for an answer or so much as a greeting and walked away. The other guard stood blankly watching the rest of the group emerge from the misty forest, his expression seemingly annoyed.



"What's going on here?" A passing villager had witnessed what just occured. Donna taking notice of being found panicked, he looked between Calen, Cami, and the villager and while his face expressed a great disturbance his face completely betrayed his next words "That woman will return soon do not be so hasty, you've seen the danger out there" he said as calmly as possible. "Oh yes the Grimm are certainly still a problem out there aren't they? Haha silly me" Cami replied with as much sincerity as she could. "Let's just go, we'll come back later" she whispered to Calen. Donna to his credit narrowed his eyes at the pair and apparently decided he couldn't do anything rash while seen "in that case would you not care to rest in the main hall? I'm sure your friend and the rest of your team can find you there when they return" Donna offered as generously as he could.

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Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: December 01, 2017, 12:22:37 PM »
Feeling the rush of air below her, Solar felt herself propelled much higher then she had intended. She mistook this for Alizarin intentionally helping her "Thanks for the lift!". With the monster battered around by both Alizarin's semblance and the reflected blast from Infrared she had an easy shot at the mask on the way down. "Take this!" she roared with a slam right on target, with a satisfying crunch her axe embedds it's damage into the mask, but still not quite breaking it. By her strength the mask gets sent flying with a crash into one of the buildings.

     After some time passed with no movement and Solar breathing heavily catching her breath,thinking she had beaten it Solar triumphantly faces Alizarin with a victorious grin "Ha! Told you I could beat... a terrifying ghostly scream interrupted her, high pitched and shaking her very eardrums the shriek forced Solar to cover her ears. "...it?" the Grimm was clearly far from beat, witnessing its new form she couldn't help but admire the monster's clever use of bones and its enviroment as both armor and an entirely new arsenal "ooh cool..." she admitted. 
     Until it came slashing at her with its brand new claws with merciless fury. "Not cool! Not cool! Not coool! she retracted immediately, She backed up from the monster batting away the sword fingers with her axe, but her weapon was no sheild. While she knocked away one hand with a swing, there was nothing she could do to prevent the other to come swiping at her. The result was her taking an entire handful of the blades for damage as she was knocked away and sent flying.

Aura: 45%

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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: November 28, 2017, 11:05:31 AM »
Explosions went off one after another as the things Gaud tossed started going off. Presumably mines set off by the 'Whites' moving too close to them. "Albino Beowolves, they blend into the mist perfectly, they're nearly impossible to see here and stronger then the ordinary kind" Gaud quickly answered Rory. I've never seen this many at once though she thought. She lept up on above the tree branches just above Justice who was the farthest ahead of the group. She lobbed more grenades from up above in the general direction of the sound of movement. "Will you two hurry up!?" she yelled at the two sheild fighters who both seemed intent on protecting the rest, despite Gaud's covering fire four of the white Beowolves reached the pair and took hard swipes at them, if they stayed too long ten more were to follow. "It's not far now just beyond this clearing!" she called down to Justice. Just as he was able to make it out one of the albinos blocked his way, barely noticeable by the rushing wind of its claws and red eyes.



CALEN
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"Gaud is in Anov? Yes let's go!" It was the first time since being back in the kingdom Cami wasn't feeling scared or useless, the hope of seeing her friend again brightened her back up.

"Absolutely not" From seemingly out of nowhere Donna Stibnite had appeared."If you are to leave it will be after you play for my people" a growing anger boiled up beneath his voice. Momentarily surprised and confused where Donna had came from Cami nontheless had her reply ready. "I'm sorry but I made a promise, once I play for Anov with Gaud I promise I'll come back and play for your people" Cami said as kindly as possible, but this turned out to be the wrong thing to say. "You. Will. NOT" Something Cami had said snapped Donna, he grabbed her by the wrist with one hand and reached for his gun with the other, but only kept his hand on it, the weapon still in its holster as if contemplating. His face contorted to an expression that was something inbetween rage and fear. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead and beads of sweat spilled down his nose. The gears in his head turned as he tried to come up with something to convince her to stay but nothing came as his emotions overtook him.
"Hey that hurts!" Cami pried at Donna's grip with her free hand and looked to Calen for help.

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Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: November 26, 2017, 01:55:26 PM »
"Sure you can kid. We need to drop it quickly though so you'll have to deal with my help."
The sarcasm wasn't lost on her,
angirly she roared "I'll show you!" She would not show him.

Chief and Dad could beat this thing in their sleep, I'm gonna be better then them! With that thought in mind she blinded herself to everything else. She never saw if Infrared got hit or not, and left Akel with the cannon. Watching Alizarin manipulate the very air like some kind of magical ability, she couldn't help but be jealous. Solar cursed her own semblance, she loved its raw destructive power and speed, it was simple and she used it often. But she hated its drawbacks, she hated waiting, she hated how useless she felt after using it, and she was way too impatient to truly use it effectively. So for now she didn't.

    She just charged, no plan, no thought, no fear. Axe in hand she once again leapt straight up for the mask and cleaved in an upwards motion, reaching her peak she followed up with a downwards slam with her whole body weight, whatever lay in her path she would break. Or try anyway.

Aura: 80%

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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: November 25, 2017, 02:47:17 AM »

"So you either think that Cami can sway the villages towards peace, or you just plan to leave with her when she's done here."
"Both" Gaud replied simply with no further explanation.

"The village chief back in Vona seemed... eager... to have her play, to the point where we had to step in when he tried to force her to. Do the villages think Cami's music is going to settle this feud somehow?"
"I'm the one that suggested to the villages Cami is able to end this conflict, perhaps Donna is just desperate? When Cami plays, her music has a certain power to it. It's not simply sound harmonized to notes, those who hear it are... whatever it was Cami could do would have to wait, as Gaud suddenly noticed Justice taking out his violin.

 it's small...what is the stick for? she wondered. She realized he was about to play on the spot and while she didn't want to, she called out to stop him "Stop! This is not the place for... the melody was fierce for such a small instrument. Every sound was deliberate, strong, and graceful. Highs and lows went at a rapid pace, but wild was not the word to describe it. It was different to the slow way Cami played that Gaud was used to but she was still fascinated nontheless.

About a minute went by and like a wild beast that was laid to rest Gaud...nodded off. While her eyes were hidden by her hat, her head bobbed back and forth stopping her from fully falling asleep standing up, from what could be seen her expression was so at peace it was obvious she wanted nothing more then to lie down and rest.

A twitch of her ears set off a sense of danger, though now drowsy her powerful hearing could sense something, albeit alot slower then usual, a number of...something quickly walled the group off the direction the group came from. Waking up from her slumber Gaud rapidly grabs her spear off her back, and with a twirl the back end of her spear opened up in a Y shape with a band of rubber inbetween. She grabs three grenades off her belt, places it in the band, pulls it back and slings them off into the mist. Three explosions blew off in the general direction of the approaching mass, the mist dissipated for a brief moment but something akin to a set of red eyes hovered, then another, then another, the red eyes were soon everywhere. A look of panic crossed her face. "Whites...so many of them...Go! Run! Head right on the road Anov is the closest from here!" Gaud yelled at the trio, she backed up with them but grabbed a few disc shaped devices off her back belt clicked a button on it and tossed them in the direction of the eyes.

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Thank you all for sticking with my story this long, I hope you'll reach the conclusion soon!

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Approved Characters / Re: Basalt Noir
« on: November 21, 2017, 01:50:57 AM »
Certain details are intentionally left missing or vague.


...you say replica Grimm later so that's fine, still seems like a bit of a plot hole in that these are complete replicas so they don't prove his achievements?
Based off the fake Grimm in Port's class and the WoR episode this is apparently a common practice to show off fake Grimm heads

The paragraph with Marian attacking feels a bit rushed. Intentional

What was Metates semblance? Don't worry about it

How old is Metate at this point? We have no idea if she got her semblance while a child or a teenager. Fixed

Metate "suffered a fatal wound" however is still alive later, so this should probably be a mortal wound. Fixed

Who believed that Basalt was killed and what caused them to believe that? Fixed

Is the huntress you refer to at the end Metate? This question confuses me

You never mention that she goes to Beacon? Nope

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Many more years go by Metate now age 14, and the fateful day strikes, a day Basalt and Metate never saw coming. The same day Metate discovered her semblance, to this day Basalt and Metate never learned why Marian did what she did. She maniacally attacked the two of them and ran away, Metate suffered a mortal wound on her left hand and a deep cut that went down the middle of her face. Basalt himsslef was similarly slashed across the throat and left to bleed to death. Metate by sheer luck dragged herself to the nearest phone to call for help. The details are hazy from there but a few weeks later the two were seen again released from the hospital never the same again. The unanswered question of why haunted Basalt, Marian showed no signs of resentment towards her family and yet out of nowhere she attempts murder on the both of them. Later it was discovered a vast sum of Lien was stolen from their home the night of the attack. But Basalt didn't think money was the reason, just an extra
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Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: November 19, 2017, 01:50:33 PM »
As Solar impacted with Alizarian, his chainsaw was closer to her then she would have liked. A ten second charge wasn't too taxing on Solar but it was enough to prevent her from backing off from the Geist. She was pracitcally standing right in front of it when its eye started to glow purple again, she was scared for a moment as she wasn't sure she could dodge the blast that knocked away Cordell at such close range.
Instead she was relieved as the lightening never came but instead a shockwave blast knocked her backwards a fair distance. Tumbling backwards Solar scrambled to get back up just barely in time to see the orange orbs that were no doubt not anything good. None of them were direct hits but she was still too close to the explosions to earn her a few burns and shards of shrapnel for her trouble. As she regained a rythem for dodging the orbs she yelled at Alizarian "Hey Tails! Watch where your swinging that! I can take this thing myself!" she couldn't. She just wanted to see for her self if she could.

Aura:80%

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Approved Characters / Basalt Noir
« on: November 18, 2017, 12:43:22 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Basalt Noir

Age: 45

Species and Gender: male human

Symbol: Basalt - a silhouetted mannequin,

Occupation: Former Huntsman, Taxidermist

Appearance: Basalt wears a victorian era French frock coat. The outer coat is a rock grey with the lapels accented yellow. On his hands he wears black dress gloves. The inside shirt is white with the collar being a deep red, the collar hides the brutal scar on his neck. His trousers are a grey that match his coat with polished dress shoes on his feet. He is the stereotypical image of a rich man. He has a very lean and skinny figure standing at an average height of 5'8, his face is sunken and his skin is a sickly grey. His hair is stylled in a bowl cut colored blonde. His face is poorly shaven and messy in general. He smells of thick perfume.

History: Growing up as a huntsman at Beacon he loved nothing more then to boast about his Grimm kills. Big or small whatever he slew he always kept track of how many throughout his life he slayed. And he was good at it. In his youth he carried a massive sword that extended to twice the length of his whole body, and while currently he's nothing like when he was in his prime he was a dominant force as a huntsman. While as a huntsman he was a great fighter he did it for all the wrong reasons, he loved attention and bragged about all his exploits, he did what he did, not to protect people but for their admiration, and money. Greed, he was very much a greedy man as he was strong, never doing anything out of kindness or charity. Always he bled dry the people he worked for, regardless of their situation. Over time as a huntsman he became massively wealthy, this was thanks to his second skill he possesed, geology.

     His father was a collector of rocks, not dust, but mineral ores. His childhold home was filled with samples of rare and valuable minerals that were either great in value in terms of weapon making or even just sold as jewelry. While he never had any real interest in them, he took care in memorizing what was considered valuable and where to find them for the sole purpose of reselling them for profit. Incidentally his travels as a huntsman lead him to many barren and lawless lands that contained hidden treasures, before not accesible because of the Grimm. His skills however allowed him free reign of the many unclaimed ores waiting to be uncovered. However rocks were not his passion, it was always just a method for him to get rich quick.
     What he really wanted to do was make a name for himself and become famous, while he demanded attention, throughout his travels there were always those who opposed him. Those who saw him as nothing more then a show off and claimed his achievements were nothing more then lies. So he devoted his time to prove it. In order to do that he decided to learn the skills of a taxidermist, all for the sake of creating replica Grimm that he could claim he slew. He wanted to create a busineas out of it, he wanted all of Vale to know the things he accomplished. For at some point he cared more for peoples attention without the danger, then protecting them, and laid down his sword to learn a new skill.
     For the next few years Basalt spent his time in a trade school learning the ways of a taxidermist, specifically any kind of Grimm replica. One day he met his future wife, Marian Twanet. She was a very fragile woman, seemingly always sick, and frail looking. Despite this she was fierce, constantly picking fights with other students or starting arguments, insisting she was right even if she was wrong. And Basalt was madly in love with her, for once there was only one person's attention then anyone he wanted and it was hers. And strangely enough she seemed to want the same, or so it seemed.
     Years go by and the two quickly became married and had a child, Metate Noir. For some reason Marian had a fixation for training Metate up to be a strong huntress, despite the fact the daughter had no interest in them. All Metate loved were dolls, pretty dolls, play dollls, and doll houses she had a collection of them she loved to play with. Basalt on the other hand over the years had created his ideal taxidermist business and showed off his self made trophies of Grimm heads in his own luxurious home. Metate fawned over the fake corpses, it was growing up with the grotesque heads of monsters she found her love for dolls.
   
      Many more years go by Metate now age 14, and the fateful day strikes, a day Basalt and Metate never saw coming. The same day Metate discovered her semblance, to this day Basalt and Metate never learned why Marian did what she did. She maniacally attacked the two of them and ran away, Metate suffered a mortal wound on her left hand and a deep cut that went down the middle of her face. Basalt himsslef was similarly slashed across the throat and left to bleed to death. Metate by sheer luck dragged herself to the nearest phone to call for help. The details are hazy from there but a few weeks later the two were seen again released from the hospital never the same again. The unanswered question of why haunted Basalt, Marian showed no signs of resentment towards her family and yet out of nowhere she attempts murder on the both of them. Later it was discovered a vast sum of Lien was stolen from their home the night of the attack. But Basalt didn't think money was the reason, just an extra.
     Present day Basalt quietly continues to run his taxidermy business with his daughter for the boastful huntsman or huntress wanting to show for their efforts. Though those who knew him say he was never the same since he lost Marian, his skin and eyes lost their color, his hair was unkempt, and generally a mess. Not a day goes by does he not wonder why Marian did what she did.

Personality: A boastful and proud man, though in recent years he's far more humble then he was in his youth he's not one to pass up bragging about his Grimm kills or misadventures. Still never does anything out of kindess but only for his benefit. Since the dissapearance of Marian he is far more quiet and reserved then he used to be. Though if given the oppurtunity he will still talk and ramble longer then most people will care for, this is his old desire for attention staying with him.

Aura and Semblance: Aura is a boulder grey color, his semblance is based off of his big headed and egotistical nature, he himself will claim it's based off his natural strength. It allows him to double the size of his body increasing his strength, defense, and range of his attacks, all this at a tremendous cost of his speed and his increased size making him an easy target. His full height comes out to 11'6.

Combat Behavior:  In his prime he was very simply a bruiser, no thought at all to his attacks but to wildly swing his large sword. This combined with his brutish semblance he was commonly reffered to as a monster on the battlefield. In recent days where his body is now less then a shadow of his former self it's a mystery whether he can so much as lift his signature sword.
With his semblance active, his speed is drastically reduced, therefore he will not always use his weapon extended but in its reduced form for a slight balance of his speed back.

WEAPON

Name: Goliath knife

Primary Form: A double edged pitch black sword, the width of this sword is unnaturally thick due to its second form. The weapon's full length is 5ft including the hilt.

Secondary Form: One edge of the sword folds out to double the length of the entire sword, making the weapon single edged. Extended all the way the weapon's full length is 9ft including the hilt.

Tertiary Form: In it's old days it was placed in a sheath on Basalt's back, nowadays it hangs over the fireplace as a memento to his glory days.

Dust Functions: The hilt of the weapon contains a space for one dust crystal to be loaded and fired. Two ways can utilize the dust inside the weapon; Area blast and Wave blast. With a powerful swing a blast of the element loaded fires of in an arc to its target. Two waves can be fired before the dust is expended. The other is to slam the weapon on the floor, creating a blast of the element around the user. Two Area blasts can be used before expended, or one wave and one area.

Fire - A stroke sends a blasting wave of fire, while an area blast surrounds Basalt in a smaller but more concentrated blast.
Ice - can only use Area blast, surrounding Basalt with ice
Earth - Basalt's most commonly used dust crystal, Wave blast creates massive boulders flying in the directed area, this effect is stronger when outdoors. Area blast impales everything around him in a small area with earth.
Lightning - sends an arc of lightning with a Wave in its intended direction. Area blast creates a small storm in the surrounding area around Basalt.

History: When not using his semblance Basalt will use his weapom in its primary form, a wide double edged sword. With his semblance he will extend it to its full length creating a large weapon befitting his size.


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WiP Characters / Metate Noir
« on: November 17, 2017, 09:07:13 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Metate Noir

Age: 16

Species and Gender: Human Female

Symbol:  A small stick figure with a line pointing outwards on each limb.

Occupation: Taxidermist

Appearance: Straight blonde hair that is done up with a grey bow that reaches beyond the shoulders when let down. Dark shadows hang over her eyes accompanied by an unnatural smile. A scar runs down the middle of her face all the way to her chest. She wears an expensive black frilly dress with a white collar and a grey bowtie. For leg wear she has black dress shoes with grey stockings.
On her left hand she has a sock puppet with a pair of buttons for eyes.

History: Her father Basalt and Mother Marian loved her as any parents would. Though the love from her mother turned out to be false, the time they spent together was the best times of her life. She was always fascinated by the various fake Grimm stuffings mounted throughout her house growing up, this lead to her hobby of collecting dolls.
   Her mother Marian, against her will forced her to train in the ways of a huntress from a very early age. While she claimed it was so she could protect her self, this also turned out to be a lie, something she won't know until the day she unlocks her semblance. From spending so much time together Metate had also picked up her mother's view on faunus, undeserving of equal treatment. Every day when the two were out in town, her mother would consistently complain about the very existence of Faunus, how they should be put to work as slaves, how it was disgusting they should live as humans did. And so Metate became the same.
     When the day of fate came, Marian cut a deep wound on her left hand when Metate moved to block her mother's attack. A second attack meant to kill her only left a deep scar down the middle of her face. Metate was terribly confused, she thought her mother would be proud when she discovered her semblance, never could she have imagined this reaction and to this day this remained one of the biggest mysteries to her. Since then she wears a sock puppet on her hand that was injured so she isn't reminded of that horrible memory.
     To further replace the memory of her mother she taught herself the ways of a ventriliquist, and gave her sock puppet in what she believes its own voice.
     Present day she works with her father Basalt as a taxidermist, entertaing what few guests they have with her ventriliquism. While her father primarily created fake Grimm, Metate had no boundaries and created everything she wanted, all manner of animal big or small, she loved to collect or make dolls.

Personality: Metate herself is your typical sweet, innocent, and polite little girl. Her manners are that of a lady, and she behaves herself as quietly as possible. In fact others may view this as outright creepy how she behaves. This is somewhat countered by her sock puppet character which she named Mr.Nice. Mr.Nice is a vulgar and outright horrible personality, spouting off insults and swears off at every individual it comes across. This goes double for Faunus, Mr.Nice has no boundaries and will verbally assault anyone it feels like deserves it, which is everyone. Metate will try to calm Mr.Nice down as if she has no control over him, when in reality she takes great pleasure in it.


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The Vale Region / Re: Songs of Peril [Closed]
« on: November 17, 2017, 02:59:03 AM »
"Violin? Does it have strings?What does it sound like?C-can I hear it?" Gaud asked excitedly. Rory clearing his throat suddenly made her aware of her situation. As if remembering what she was doing there, she regained her composure pretending she didn't just ask a stranger to play for her.


Waiting a bit to let Justice and Gaud have their exchange, the shield fighter cleared his throat before interjecting. "We should be heading back to Vona -- I don't much trust the village chief, even if we do have Calen keeping an eye on things there. Gaud, the scouts who sent us this way made it sound like you were in danger, risking yourself so that they could fall back. Given the... web... you set up here, it looks like you were neither in danger nor fending off a wave of Grimm. Any idea what's really going on with these villagers? Something seems off."

"The Grimm I slew before you came, hence why there was nothing when I attacked you. My thirst for battle wasn't satisfied and I could hear from the way you speak I guessed you were from the kingdoms" her tone of voice went back to when they first met her, cold and confident. She didn't even bother to look back at any of them and as she walked back. "Vona, Anov, and Navo. For some time now I've talked to all the village Masters to understand what's been happening" she began and realized she'd need to stop walking to tell her story
"Each is convinced the other is to blame but at the moment the three are barred from trading with each other and at a cease fire. This forest we're in was the main war zone between the three, but as all wars go, the Grimm became heavily attracted to the area. All sides took heavy casualties and were forced to retreat, since then the three are simply fighting for themselves without the help of the other two. I asked the three if there was any chance for peace but none of them were willing "  As Gaud told her story she put up a hand to cup her ear, listening for any suspicious noise."But none of that matters, now that Cami is here" She said as her expression brightened up at the mention of Cami.

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WiP Characters / Basalt Noir
« on: November 13, 2017, 01:09:33 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Basalt Noir

Age: 45

Species and Gender: male human

Symbol: Basalt - a silhouetted mannequin,

Occupation: Former Huntsman, Taxidermist

Appearance: Basalt wears a victorian era French frock coat. The outer coat is a rock grey with the lapels accented yellow. On his hands he wears black dress gloves. The inside shirt is white with the collar being a deep red. His trousers are a grey that match his coat with polished dress shoes on his feet. He is the stereotypical image of a rich man. He has a very lean and skinny figure standing at an average height of 5'8, his face is sunken and his skin is a sickly grey. His hair is stylled in a bowl cut colored blonde. His face is poorly shaven and messy in general. He smells of thick perfume.

History: Growing up as a huntsman at Beacon he loved nothing more then to boast about his Grimm kills. Big or small whatever he slew he always kept track of how many throughout his life he slayed. And he was good at it. In his youth he carried a massive sword that extended to twice the length of his whole body, and while currently he's nothing like when he was in his prime he was a dominant force as a huntsman. While as a huntsman he was a great fighter he did it for all the wrong reasons, he loved attention and bragged about all his exploits, he did what he did, not to protect people but for their admiration, and money. Greed, he was very much a greedy man as he was strong, never doing anything out of kindness or charity. Always he bled dry the people he worked for, regardless of their situation. Over time as a huntsman he became massively wealthy, this was thanks to his second skill he possesed, geology.

     His father was a collector of rocks, not dust, but mineral ores. His childhold home was filled with samples of rare and valuable minerals that were either great in value in terms of weapon making or even just sold as jewelry. While he never had any real interest in them, he took care in memorizing what was considered valuable and where to find them for the sole purpose of reselling them for profit. Incidentally his travels as a huntsman lead him to many barren and lawless lands that contained hidden treasures, before not accesible because of the Grimm. His skills however allowed him free reign of the many unclaimed ores waiting to be uncovered. However rocks were not his passion, it was always just a method for him to get rich quick.
     What he really wanted to do was make a name for himself and become famous, while he demanded attention, throughout his travels there were always those who opposed him. Those who saw him as nothing more then a show off and claimed his achievements were nothing more then lies. So he devoted his time to prove it. In order to do that he decided to learn the skills of a taxidermist, all for the sake of creating replica Grimm that he could claim he slew. He wanted to create a busineas out of it, he wanted all of Vale to know the things he accomplished. For at some point he cared more for peoples attention without the danger, then protecting them, and laid down his sword to learn a new skill.
     For the next few years Basalt spent his time in a trade school learning the ways of a taxidermist, specifically any kind of Grimm replica. One day he met his future wife, Marian Twanet. She was a very fragile woman, seemingly always sick, and frail looking. Despite this she was fierce, constantly picking fights with other students or starting arguments, insisting she was right even if she was wrong. And Basalt was madly in love with her, for once there was only one person's attention then anyone he wanted and it was hers. And strangely enough she seemed to want the same, or so it seemed.
     Years go by and the two quickly became married and had a child, Metate Noir. For some reason Marian had a fixation for training Metate up to be a strong huntress, despite the daughter had no interest in them. All Metate loved were dolls, pretty dolls, play dollls, and doll houses she had a collection of them she loved to play with. Basalt on the other hand over the years had created his ideal taxidermist business and showed off his self made trophies of Grimm heads in his own luxurious home. Metate fawned over the fake corpses, it was growing up with the grotesque heads of monsters she found her love for dolls.
   
      Many more years go by and the fateful day strikes. The day Metate discovered her semblance, to this day Basalt and Metate never knew why Marian did what she did. She maniacally attacked the two of them and ran away, Metate suffered a fatal wound on her left hand and a long scar down the middle of her face remained, initially it was believed Basalt was killed until he was seen again, with a scar across his neck. The unanswered question of why haunted Basalt, Marian showed no signs of resentment towards her family and yet out of nowhere she attempts murder on the both of them. Later it was discovered a vast sum of Lien was stolen from their home the night of the attack. But Basalt didn't think money was the reason, just a bonus.
     Present day Basalt quietly continues to run his taxidermy business with his daughter for the boastful huntsman and huntress wanting to show for their efforts. Though those who knew him say he was never the same since he lost Marian, his skin and eyes lost their color, his hair was unkempt, and generally a mess. Not a day goes by does he not wonder why Marian did what she did.

Personality: A boastful and proud man, though in recent years he's far more humble then he was in his youth he's not one to pass up bragging about his Grimm kills or misadventures. Still never does anything out of kindess but only for his benefit. Since the dissapearance of Marian he is far more quiet and reserved then he used to be. Though if given the oppurtunity he will still talk and ramble longer then most people will care for, this is his old desire for attention staying with him.

Aura and Semblance: Aura is a boulder grey color, his semblance is based off of his big headed and egotistical nature, he himself will claim it's based off his natural strength. It allows him to double the size of his body increasing his strength, defense, and range of his attacks, all this at a tremendous cost of his speed and his increased size making him an easy target. His full height comes out to 11'6.

Combat Behavior:  In his prime he was very simply a bruiser, no thought at all to his attacks but to wildly swing his large sword. This combined with his brutish semblance he was commonly reffered to as a monster on the battlefield. In recent days where his body is now less then a shadow of his former self it's a mystery whether he can so much as lift his signature sword.
With his semblance active, his speed is drastically reduced, therefore he will not always use his weapon extended but in its reduced form for a slight balance of his speed back.

WEAPON

Name: Goliath knife

Primary Form: A double edged pitch black sword, the width of this sword is unnaturally thick due to its second form. The weapon's full length is 5ft including the hilt.

Secondary Form: One edge of the sword folds out to double the length of the entire sword, making the weapon single edged. Extended all the way the weapon's full length is 9ft including the hilt.

Tertiary Form: In it's old days it was placed in a sheath on Basalt's back, nowadays it hangs over the fireplace as a memento to his glory days.

Dust Functions: The hilt of the weapon contains a space for one dust crystal to be loaded and fired. Two ways can utilize the dust inside the weapon; Area blast and Wave blast. With a powerful swing a blast of the element loaded fires of in an arc to its target. Two waves can be fired before the dust is expended. The other is to slam the weapon on the floor, creating a blast of the element around the user. Two Area blasts can be used before expended, or one wave and one area.

Fire - A stroke sends a blasting wave of fire, while an area blast surrounds Basalt in a smaller but more concentrated blast.
Ice - can only use Area blast, surrounding Basalt with ice
Earth - Basalt's most commonly used dust crystal, Wave blast creates massive boulders flying in the directed area, this effect is stronger when outdoors. Area blast impales everything around him in a small area with earth.
Lightning - sends an arc of lightning with a Wave in its intended direction. Area blast creates a small storm in the surrounding area around Basalt.

History: When not using his semblance Basalt will use his weapom in its primary form, a wide double edged sword. With his semblance he will extend it to its full length creating a large weapon befitting his size.



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Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: November 11, 2017, 10:28:23 AM »
Solar couldn't help but smile, this was another obstacle she had to overcome before she could reach that place, she had to get stronger then she was yesterday, and tommorow she'll get stronger then that, and then the next, and then the next. She watched in fascination as she watched Cordell get easily knocked away, gauging just how strong and fast the creature could hit.
"Alright come on!, Bring it!" Solar roared, she took a modified runners stance with one hand on her weapon outstretched to her right side. Her body glowed orange for as long as possible before the skeletons could reach her. 10 second charge... FIRE!
Solar fired off like a human rocket straight for the Geists mask, the most obvious weak point.

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