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WiP Characters / Arashi Kawa
« on: November 30, 2018, 03:57:04 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Arashi Kawa

Age: 30


Species and Gender: Male Human


Symbol:  An silhouette of a smiling man carrying too many swords at once while running away


Occupation: Huntsman


Appearance: Kawa stands at 5’10”.  He wears loose clothing that gives him a seemlingly “average” body type, but in reality, he has very well-defined musculature due to years of training and fighting.  He has a faint goatee, and his hair is short and messy. 

His clothes are simple, a shirt with long and baggy sleeves and some trousers underneath a hooded cloak.  He wears a conical hat which, along with his hood, he uses to conceal his expression.  He’d honestly look positively unremarkable if it weren’t for the twelve swords he has strapped to his waist and back.



History:  Arashi Kawa’s past is dark and mysterious…



Personality: Kawa’s soft, smooth, and low-pitched voice gives the impression that he’s a laid-back, easy-going person.  In fact, that’s not far from the truth:  there’s nothing he’d like more than to sit back in a quiet bar and casually drink the nights away, especially if he can chat up pretty women.  In most situations, he’d prefer to talk it out over resorting to violence.

However, his years of huntsman experience have given him certain habits that prevent Kawa from truly relaxing.  His eyes always quickly dart around any room he walks into, looking for traps, weapons, and angry meatheads.  He doesn’t trust easily, and he immediately mistrusts any beautiful woman that starts a conversation with him, especially if they’re faunus.  In his experience, if she’s hot, and she strikes up the conversation, something’s probably up. 

Furthermore, he’s a smooth-talker and a schemer.  He’ll use the guise of innocent conversation to gather information, using his keen observation skills to find details in words and appearances.  For instance, he spots a necklace on a woman, and he asks about it.  If she says it’s from her ex, then he’ll reasonably deduce that she’s not over the ex, since she’s still wearing a gift from him/her.  He’ll also play dumb and drag out conversations in order to prep his semblance if things look like they’ll go south.     


Aura and Semblance: Kawa’s focused too much on mastering swordsmanship and his semblance to train his aura in the finer uses.  It manifests in a light blue color.
He never gave his semblance a name, but it allows him to telekinetically wield up to 10 of his swords from as far as fifteen feet.  With two in his hands, he can essentially use 12 blades at once.

However, he needs time to get to this level.  He needs to spend a fair amount of time (generally speaking, around three posts) focusing his aura into each blade before he can let his semblance take over.  This involves physically touching the sword with the palm of his hand.  If he lets go of the sword during the charge-up period, he’ll have to start over.

Similarly, the maximum range of his semblance is fifteen feet.  If a sword completely crosses that threshold, it will fall to the ground, and Kawa will have to re-charge that blade if he wants to control it with his semblance.

Once he has a weapon charged, though, he can control it as if it were still in his hands.  The swords won’t be moved against Kawa’s will unless a force is applied to them that would move a sword in his hand.

Kawa can use his semblance for an extended period of time, even while using it to its limit.  With all 10 swords under its influence, he can keep it active for an hour before needing time to recharge.  On top of that, there is no visual cue when he’s using his semblance, a fact Kawa takes full advantage of.
     

Combat Behavior:  Starting off with weaknesses, Kawa has no damage potential outside of a fifteen foot radius.  As a huntsman-level combatant, he does have the agility and speed to close gaps rather efficiently, but if anyone keeps out of his circle of pain, he can’t cut them.  He has no guns, and doesn’t use dust.

Secondly, his semblance takes a long time to ramp up to a point where it shines.  At the very early stages of a fight, Kawa is merely a swordsman, albeit a very good one.  Hitting him hard early will pay dividends later on.

Thirdly, if he gets to a late stage with many of his swords out at once, he can be “reset” if his weapons are pushed outside of his semblance’s range, or vise versa.  Keep in mind that, while he can consciously move all of his swords at once, he still has to consciously move them as he moves.

That all being said, Kawa is a damn good swordsman.  In fact, it might not be unfair to think him as one of—if not the—best swordsman on Remnant.  He’s learned to use a massive variety of weapons, ranging from standard broadswords, to cutlasses, to rapiers, and even huge buster swords.

When adding on his semblance, things start getting nasty.  At first, Kawa will use his semblance to play mind games with his opponent:  he’ll sheathe the blade he just charged and draw another.  He’ll then wait for an opening and use his semblance to strike in three directions at once.  Bonus points if he can pull this off without his opponent understanding what happened.

As fights go on and more swords are added to the air, Kawa becomes increasingly aggressive.  Not only does his damage potential skyrocket, but his defensive capabilities rise as well.  With more swords comes more ways to deflect enemy fire.

On top of all that, if an opponent steps into the fifteen foot “Circle of Pain”, they’re going to have a hard time leaving due to the sheer volume of steel coming at them from all directions. 

In Summary:
+ Master Swordsman
+ Astronomical Damage Potential
+ High Defensive Potential

- Very Low Range (15 foot radius)
- Long “Ramp-Up” Time
- Progress in “Ramping-Up” can be undone with clever strategy   
 

WEAPON

Name: “The Dirty Dozen”

Primary Form: Kawa carries twelve different swords of varying shapes and sizes.

Standard Broadsword x4
Buster Sword x1
Rapiers x2
Katana x1
Cutlasses x2
Scimitars x2 


Dust Functions: None


History: All of these swords are either keepsakes from fallen comrades or trophies from defeated enemies, save for the scimitars.  Those were his first blades.

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Plot Zone / Caravan Blues
« on: November 18, 2018, 11:53:46 PM »
Mission Brief:

Recently, a cluster of villages southwest of Vale have reported a heavy increase in bandit activity.  Caravans loaded with essential goods have been raided, depriving villages of what they to need to survive.  This increase in criminal activity has also been correlated to an increase in Grimm activity. 

The objective is to escort a caravan to its destination while gathering clues as to the origin of these bandits.  Once the caravan has successfully arrived, track down and apprehend the bandits, while doing the utmost to cull the local Grimm population.

WARNING:  Reports indicate these criminals are organized, and have shown the capability to perform fairly sophisticated operations.  Be prepared for multi-staged ambushes.



This is mostly an interest gauging thread that may double as a signup if enough people volunteer.  This mission will probably take a few in-universe days, and there will be few opportunities to restock on dust, so resource management will be important.  You'll be dealing with low- to medium-level Grimm and generic bandits for the most part. 

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RPG Discussion / Miss-Mechanics
« on: November 05, 2018, 02:06:31 AM »
So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to take some time to talk about it at length.  To make a long story short, I don’t like miss mechanics in RPGs.  When I say “miss” I mean when a character makes an attack, the attack ends up having no effect.  For instance, in the 5th edition of Dungeons and Dragons, if you’ve never played, to hit an enemy with an attack, you must roll a d20 and add a modifier.  If the result is less than the target’s Armor Class (or AC), then the attack misses entirely and deals no damage.  Only a certain amount of attacks can be made in a turn, and, especially at low levels, missed attacks can mean a wasted turn. 

On the other hand, miss mechanics act as an effective release valve, as they force characters to invest in stats other than offense and defense/HP.  These types of mechanics allow for tanks to even have a hope of closing distance against a sniper without sacrificing all of their “hit points”, as an example.  If the tank remains behind the shield, the bullets won’t do any damage. 

However, a system like that works in D&D because there are rules in place and details to consider.  AC is determined in part by what armor you’re wearing, characters only perform crazy feats of acrobatics if they succeed on a skill test, et cetera.  On this website, we use a very bare-bones system to judge combat.  That allows for much more freedom in weapon design, clever strategy, and attack descriptions, but it also leaves a lot of room for bias.

As an example, consider a glass-cannon type character that’s described as “nimble and agile” in the related character profile, presumably letting them dodge attacks with relative ease.  Now consider a tank-class character that’s equipped with armor and shields, but moves slowly.  Finally, let’s pit them in a 1v1 fight against a hypothetical invincible sniper.  Which character would the sniper have a harder time taking down?

Theoretically, the tank should last longer because that character invested heavily into defense.  However, if the agile character can dodge one sniper bullet, what reason would he not have to dodge all the bullets?  And this is where I feel there’s a bit of a problem.  Under certain circumstances, nimble, “glass-cannon” characters that take advantage of “dodge-tanking” can potentially be more survivable than tank characters while also dealing more damage.

Now, I’m not pushing for a change in the system, I just want to critique it and point out flaws.  No system’s going to be perfect, and I’ve taken advantage of miss-mechanics myself.  I just wanted to share my thoughts on the subject.         

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Approved Characters / Wabul "Toast" Paka
« on: October 31, 2018, 11:51:12 PM »
Hex code = E55812

CHARACTER

Name: Wabul “Toast” Paka

Age: 17, Born 25th of Machlud

Species and Gender: Male Cat Faunus (Tabico)

Symbol:  A slice of toast, butter-side up.

Occupation: 1st year Shade student, former professional acrobat/circus performer

Appearance: Wabul is long, slender, and lithe in build, standing at an even 6’ and weighing in at around 170 pounds. He has short, reddish-orange hair and a caramel skin tone that comes with a lifetime under the desert sun. He seems to have a permanent smirk on his face that give his brown eyes a keen sparkle.

His clothes are simple, yet brightly colored.  He wears a red, long-sleeved, open vest that cuts off just under the chest with a sand-colored hood that he pulls up to keep sand out of his face, along with white, sand-dusted pants. He wears a bandana and a set of goggles around his neck, only really wearing them on his face during sand storms. Strapped to the waist of his pants are two pistols, one on each side.  A long cat tail snakes behind him.

When he needs to, he dons a cape for traveling to protect himself against the harsh Vacuan weather, though most of the time that’s stored away.

His symbol can be seen on the back of his vest, when he isn't wearing his Bag o' Extra Dust

History:  Wabul was born to a cat faunus father named Sabor and a human mother named Especia.  Sabor is a huntsman, or rather an ex-huntsman, who took it upon himself to establish Sabor’s Spectacular Stunt-Show Supreme, a small travelling circus that consists of himself, his wife Especia, and a few other members.  Each member would have their own act: Especia in particular was an adept sleight-of-hand magician who made of show of pulling peculiar objects from her rather well-endowed cleavage.

But the biggest draw of the circus by far was Sabor’s own act.  During his huntsman career, Wabul’s father made a bit of a name for himself as a flexible martial artist that excelled at using dust to outmaneuver his opponents and deliver powerful strikes.  In the circus, he used those skills to perform incredible feats of acrobatic skill, crossing large expanses of space with no platforms, no trapezes, and no nets.  He’d simply use dust to propel himself across, save himself from terrifying heights, and blast himself through death-defying stunts.  During one such performance, his own son once cried out, ”He’s toast!”  Wabul has carried the nickname “Toast” ever since.

As he grew up, Wabul naturally became more involved in his parent’s performances.  At first, he would help collect money and distribute tickets, mostly because he was too young to be of much use anywhere else.  But as he grew older, he was assigned different tasks behind the scenes.  Here, he would learn both the draw of the spotlight and also the importance of sharing it.  The performers would feed off of each other, and not only figuratively.  While on actor held the spotlight, another would use the limited time available to prepare for the follow-up.

It was also during his behind-the-scenes career that he started practicing his own act.  Naturally, his parents helped him, but they both wanted young Wabul to take after their respective selves.  His mother taught him the basics of magic, most importantly the value of misdirection.  His father taught him the ways of the acrobat, and practiced with him constantly.  But most importantly, he imparted the knowledge that while the expert and the adept may recognize skill, the layman only recognizes spectacle.

With his parents’ teachings in mind, Wabul crafted his own unique act.  Applying the finesse of his mother along with the spectacle of his father, Wabul would stupefy crowds with his acrobatic feats before disappearing into thin air—in mid-air!  The crowds loved it every time it came on, and Wabul relished the spotlight every chance he got it.

But, as time went on, something started to bug him.  His act, by all accounts a crowd-pleaser, was never the big draw.  He was always over-shadowed by his father and mother.  His parts in the show were short, more often than not used as transitions.  Wabul understood he needed to share the spotlight, but he wanted more.  But he wouldn’t get it if he stayed with the circus.  After all, while the layman only recognizes spectacle, the adept can recognize skill, and Sabor was simply far better than Wabul.

If Wabul wanted to surpass his father, he was going to need to take on every challenge Sabor had faced.  He was going to need to become a huntsman.  And so, in a strange twist on the traditional story, Wabul ran away from the circus for Shade Academy, leaving only a note that said ”If you don’t hear from me, I’ll make sure you hear of me!.” 

Of course, the sentiment here is all well and good, but Shade is a prestigious academy.  Wabul’s obviously not going to get in without combat experience.  That’s why it was fortunate that Sabor’s Spectacular Stunt-Show Supreme was a traveling circus.  Because they had to spend so much time trekking through the desert, the group had to be ready for combat at a moment’s notice.  Every member had some degree of combat proficiency and survival training, otherwise the trek from desert village to desert village would be impossible. 

This went for little Wabul, as well.  In fact, he holds the world record for youngest confirmed Grimm kill:  at age 6, he had fired a crossbow bolt at a large Deathstalker.  Naturally, the bolt itself didn’t do any harm, but it did trigger a series of Rube Goldberg-esque events that led to dropping a two-ton crate of steel on top of the beast.  It was a complete accident, but it counted.

Of course, flukes don’t contribute in dedicated examinations of skill, but the point remains that he was trained by his father, an ex-huntsman, to survive outside of the kingdoms.  Naturally, practical exams posed no problem to Wabul.
   
Personality: Wabul has gone by “Toast” for so long that he almost doesn’t respond to his real name.  As such, he introduces himself as “Toast”, not “Wabul”.

Wabul is also a very flashy individual, and is generally the best kind of person to invite to parties.  Between party tricks, acrobatic stunts, and an overall positive demeanor, he can quickly turn strangers into friends in a matter of minutes.  He loves being the center of attention.

And even though he loves the spotlight, he’s okay with sharing it.  His time with the circus taught him the importance of teamplay and giving others the time to shine.  After all, the best performers not only know how to make an entrance, but also when.

That being said, Wabul’s personality is a bit shallow.  He’s not one for deep conversation, as he tends to laugh off serious topics with a joke.  He doesn’t really care for politics, and is more likely than not to be involved in gossip circles. 

Even his motivation to attend Shade is mostly selfish in nature: in the end, he wants to hog more of the spotlight and prove he’s better than his father.  At his core, Wabul seeks attention and thrills. 

Still, beyond all that, he does still have two more positive qualities.  He’s fearless, and he’s committed.  An acrobat practices in dangerous conditions as a necessity to perform their act, and Wabul has countless hours under his belt.  It will take more than a few big scary monsters to veer him off this path, and he’ll do whatever it takes to succeed.       

Aura and Semblance: Wabul’s aura manifests with an orange hue, and his experiences traveling along the Vacuan desert has enhanced his aura’s “danger sense” ability. 

Semblance: Captive Audience—Whenever Wabul touches another creature, be it human, faunus, or Grimm, he can activate his semblance to surround them in an orange, translucent sphere. This sphere is large enough for the target to make an attack, defend, or dodge, but not large enough to significantly reposition.  If a target breaches the sphere, they will take a small amount of damage.  Weapons may breach the sphere without consequence (save for natural weapons, such as long claws).  Once set, the sphere does not move under any circumstance.  Only the target suffers the consequence of breaching the sphere, others may pass through it freely.  It is also plainly visible to see.

The sphere lasts a very short amount of time (generally only a post’s worth, sometimes less), and if the target remains inside the sphere, it will disappear harmlessly.  Furthermore, this semblance does not stack, and only one sphere may be active at a time.  If a new sphere is created, the old sphere immediately disappears without triggering.

This semblance can be triggered multiple times in rapid succession, but Wabul is limited to only 25 uses before needing time to recharge.

Dust Catalyst:  Inside both of Wabul’s swords is a dust catalyst, which is separate from the dust used in the pistol portion of the weapons.  Whenever Wabul applies his semblance, he can choose to apply one of the following effects.

Fire: Increased damage

Ice:  The area/limb that first breached the sphere is encased in ice.

Wind:  When the target breaches the sphere, they are immediately knocked back in the opposite direction of the breach.

Lightning:  Sends jolts through the target’s body, causing slowed movement and decreased accuracy.

Kinetic:  Accelerates the target in the direction of the breach.

It should be noted that Grimm come in much more diverse shapes and sizes, and Wabul’s semblance gives the same amount of movement space to those creatures as it does to human opponents.     
 

Combat Behavior:  Wabul relies on a combination of stealth, speed, agility, and dust to combat his enemies.  He’s primarily a skirmisher, using hit and run tactics to apply multiple dust effects with his weapon and semblance in rapid succession.

His time as an acrobat has given him incredible agility and athletic ability, and, in tandem with dust, he uses his skills to make unorthodox routes throughout the battlefield, with the general aim of getting behind his opponent.  This, when used with his semblance, makes him particularly adept at targeting mobile back-line opponents.

Wabul uses kinetic dust in the pistol portion of his weapons to give him added mobility, while also using it to knock opponents back into his semblance and trigger its effect.  A common combo is to strike an opponent, activate his semblance with wind dust, fire a kinetic round at point-blank to knock them into the sphere, and then tag the target once again during the sphere’s knock-back effect.  If Wabul chooses to apply wind dust again, the target would be knocked back again.  This process could potentially repeat again and again until his semblance or his dust reserve run dry.

However, in reading through his strengths, his weakness becomes evident.  Wabul relies on a combination of effects and circumstances.  Wabul may be athletic, but he isn’t particularly strong.  Individually speaking, Wabul’s attacks are actually quite weak.  If an opponent manages to stand their ground and not trigger the sphere, Wabul’s damage and combo potential is essentially neutered.  Note that if a sphere disappears without triggering, both the semblance use and the dust are wasted.

Furthermore, Wabul has very little in terms of defensive measures.  He relies almost entirely on his agility and speed to evade attacks.  If he’s restricted from moving, he’s almost entirely defenseless.  It’s also worth noting that Wabul needs to be in melee range to apply his semblance, and although he has impressive gap-closing capabilities, opponents that can keep him at range only need worry about weak kinetic rounds.  His dust reserve is also somewhat limited.  If he ever runs out, a lot of his damage, mobility, and crowd-control potential goes with it.   

On another note, Wabul has no fear of heights, and will use his weapons to propel himself into the air if need be.  He is also capable of twisting and dodging in mid-air with little effort, and can maneuver somewhat freely as long as he has dust.

WEAPON

Name: Butter Knives (x2)

Primary Form: Two rapier-pistol hybrids.  There are two separate compartments for dust in each weapon:  1 compartment for the dust catalyst for Wabul’s semblance, and another for kinetic dust rounds to launch Wabul and/or his opponent across the battlefield.  Note that there’s limited room, so both compartments are fairly small.  The catalyst compartment in particular takes a degree of tinkering to reload, generally around one minute.  The other compartment can be reloaded quickly, however.

The trigger for the pistol is located in the hilt, which has a slight curve to allow for an easier grip. 

Secondary Form: The blades retract, reverting them to pistol form.  This form is used almost exclusively for storing and holstering.

Dust Functions: As stated, both weapons are loaded with kinetic dust rounds that Wabul uses to blast himself and his opponent (to a lesser degree) around the battlefield.  In addition, both blades are equipped with a second dust compartment that is used to fuel Wabul’s semblance.  However, that same dust can be used to empower his blade strikes, though he will only use this feature if he feels he can finish his opponent off quickly.  Dust used in this manner has the following effects.

Fire: Increased damage on hit

Ice:  The targeted area will start to freeze.

Wind:  Has a slight knockback effect, can be combined with kinetic dust rounds to increase knockback effect.

Lightning:  Sends jolts through the target’s body, causing decreased accuracy.

Kinetic:  Similar to wind dust, generally not used in this manner.

History: The Butter Knives were forged as a reward for Wabul’s first successful performance.  Wabul did not choose the name, though he does think it’s clever.

WEAPON

Name: Bag o’ extra dust

Primary Form: This isn’t an extra weapon, just extra dust for long missions.  Wabul’s flashy fighting-style tends to burn through dust quickly, and he’ll have to take breaks to replenish the dust in his weapon when he can.  The main pocket holds the dust for the dust catalyst, while the more easily accessible pouches hold spare kinetic ammunition for the pistol.  It also has extra pouches for other extraneous items.

History: This is simply a necessity, Wabul’s swords can’t hold all the dust he’d burn through on missions. 

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WiP Characters / Wabul "Toast" Paka
« on: October 27, 2018, 01:05:39 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Wabul “Toast” Paka

Age: 17

Species and Gender: Male Cat Faunus (Tabico)

Symbol:  A slice of toast, butter-side up.

Occupation: 1st year Shade student, former professional acrobat/circus performer

Appearance: Wabul is long, slender, and lithe in build, standing at an even 6’ and weighing in at around 170 pounds. He has short, reddish-orange hair and a caramel skin tone that comes with a lifetime under the desert sun. He seems to have a permanent smirk on his face that give his brown eyes a keen sparkle.

His clothes are simple, yet brightly colored.  He wears a red, long-sleeved, open vest that cuts off just under the chest with a sand-colored hood that he pulls up to keep sand out of his face, along with white, sand-dusted pants. He wears a bandana and a set of goggles around his neck, only really wearing them on his face during sand storms. Strapped to the waist of his pants are two pistols, one on each side.  A long cat tail snakes behind him.

When he needs to, he dons a cape for traveling to protect himself against the harsh Vacuan weather, though most of the time that’s stored away.

His symbol can be seen on the back of his vest, when he isn't wearing his Bag o' Extra Dust

History:  Wabul was born to a cat faunus father named Sabor and a human mother named Especia.  Sabor is a huntsman, or rather an ex-huntsman, who took it upon himself to establish Sabor’s Spectacular Stunt-Show Supreme, a small travelling circus that consists of himself, his wife Especia, and a few other members.  Each member would have their own act: Especia in particular was an adept sleight-of-hand magician who made of show of pulling peculiar objects from her rather well-endowed cleavage.

But the biggest draw of the circus by far was Sabor’s own act.  During his huntsman career, Wabul’s father made a bit of a name for himself as a flexible martial artist that excelled at using dust to outmaneuver his opponents and deliver powerful strikes.  In the circus, he used those skills to perform incredible feats of acrobatic skill, crossing large expanses of space with no platforms, no trapezes, and no nets.  He’d simply use dust to propel himself across, save himself from terrifying heights, and blast himself through death-defying stunts.  During one such performance, his own son once cried out, ”He’s toast!”  Wabul has carried the nickname “Toast” ever since.

As he grew up, Wabul naturally became more involved in his parent’s performances.  At first, he would help collect money and distribute tickets, mostly because he was too young to be of much use anywhere else.  But as he grew older, he was assigned different tasks behind the scenes.  Here, he would learn both the draw of the spotlight and also the importance of sharing it.  The performers would feed off of each other, and not only figuratively.  While on actor held the spotlight, another would use the limited time available to prepare for the follow-up.

It was also during his behind-the-scenes career that he started practicing his own act.  Naturally, his parents helped him, but they both wanted young Wabul to take after their respective selves.  His mother taught him the basics of magic, most importantly the value of misdirection.  His father taught him the ways of the acrobat, and practiced with him constantly.  But most importantly, he imparted the knowledge that while the expert and the adept may recognize skill, the layman only recognizes spectacle.

With his parents’ teachings in mind, Wabul crafted his own unique act.  Applying the finesse of his mother along with the spectacle of his father, Wabul would stupefy crowds with his acrobatic feats before disappearing into thin air—in mid-air!  The crowds loved it every time it came on, and Wabul relished the spotlight every chance he got it.

But, as time went on, something started to bug him.  His act, by all accounts a crowd-pleaser, was never the big draw.  He was always over-shadowed by his father and mother.  His parts in the show were short, more often than not used as transitions.  Wabul understood he needed to share the spotlight, but he wanted more.  But he wouldn’t get it if he stayed with the circus.  After all, while the layman only recognizes spectacle, the adept can recognize skill, and Sabor was simply far better than Wabul.

If Wabul wanted to surpass his father, he was going to need to take on every challenge Sabor had faced.  He was going to need to become a huntsman.  And so, in a strange twist on the traditional story, Wabul ran away from the circus for Shade Academy, leaving only a note that said ”If you don’t hear from me, I’ll make sure you hear of me!.” 

Of course, the sentiment here is all well and good, but Shade is a prestigious academy.  Wabul’s obviously not going to get in without combat experience.  That’s why it was fortunate that Sabor’s Spectacular Stunt-Show Supreme was a traveling circus.  Because they had to spend so much time trekking through the desert, the group had to be ready for combat at a moment’s notice.  Every member had some degree of combat proficiency and survival training, otherwise the trek from desert village to desert village would be impossible. 

This went for little Wabul, as well.  In fact, he holds the world record for youngest confirmed Grimm kill:  at age 6, he had fired a crossbow bolt at a large Deathstalker.  Naturally, the bolt itself didn’t do any harm, but it did trigger a series of Rube Goldberg-esque events that led to dropping a two-ton crate of steel on top of the beast.  It was a complete accident, but it counted.

Of course, flukes don’t contribute in dedicated examinations of skill, but the point remains that he was trained by his father, an ex-huntsman, to survive outside of the kingdoms.  Naturally, practical exams posed no problem to Wabul.
   
Personality: Wabul has gone by “Toast” for so long that he almost doesn’t respond to his real name.  As such, he introduces himself as “Toast”, not “Wabul”.

Wabul is also a very flashy individual, and is generally the best kind of person to invite to parties.  Between party tricks, acrobatic stunts, and an overall positive demeanor, he can quickly turn strangers into friends in a matter of minutes.  He loves being the center of attention.

And even though he loves the spotlight, he’s okay with sharing it.  His time with the circus taught him the importance of teamplay and giving others the time to shine.  After all, the best performers not only know how to make an entrance, but also when.

That being said, Wabul’s personality is a bit shallow.  He’s not one for deep conversation, as he tends to laugh off serious topics with a joke.  He doesn’t really care for politics, and is more likely than not to be involved in gossip circles. 

Even his motivation to attend Shade is mostly selfish in nature: in the end, he wants to hog more of the spotlight and prove he’s better than his father.  At his core, Wabul seeks attention and thrills. 

Still, beyond all that, he does still have two more positive qualities.  He’s fearless, and he’s committed.  An acrobat practices in dangerous conditions as a necessity to perform their act, and Wabul has countless hours under his belt.  It will take more than a few big scary monsters to veer him off this path, and he’ll do whatever it takes to succeed.       

Aura and Semblance: Wabul’s aura manifests with an orange hue, and his experiences traveling along the Vacuan desert has enhanced his aura’s “danger sense” ability. 

Semblance: Captive Audience—Whenever Wabul touches another creature, be it human, faunus, or Grimm, he can activate his semblance to surround them in an orange, translucent sphere. This sphere is large enough for the target to make an attack, defend, or dodge, but not large enough to significantly reposition.  If a target breaches the sphere, they will take a small amount of damage.  Weapons may breach the sphere without consequence (save for natural weapons, such as long claws).  Once set, the sphere does not move under any circumstance.  Only the target suffers the consequence of breaching the sphere, others may pass through it freely.  It is also plainly visible to see.

The sphere lasts a very short amount of time (generally only a post’s worth, sometimes less), and if the target remains inside the sphere, it will disappear harmlessly.  Furthermore, this semblance does not stack, and only one sphere may be active at a time.  If a new sphere is created, the old sphere immediately disappears without triggering.

This semblance can be triggered multiple times in rapid succession, but Wabul is limited to only 25 uses before needing time to recharge.

Dust Catalyst:  Inside both of Wabul’s swords is a dust catalyst, which is separate from the dust used in the pistol portion of the weapons.  Whenever Wabul applies his semblance, he can choose to apply one of the following effects.

Fire: Increased damage

Ice:  The area/limb that first breached the sphere is encased in ice.

Wind:  When the target breaches the sphere, they are immediately knocked back in the opposite direction of the breach.

Lightning:  Sends jolts through the target’s body, causing slowed movement and decreased accuracy.

Kinetic:  Accelerates the target in the direction of the breach.

It should be noted that Grimm come in much more diverse shapes and sizes, and Wabul’s semblance gives the same amount of movement space to those creatures as it does to human opponents.     
 

Combat Behavior:  Wabul relies on a combination of stealth, speed, agility, and dust to combat his enemies.  He’s primarily a skirmisher, using hit and run tactics to apply multiple dust effects with his weapon and semblance in rapid succession.

His time as an acrobat has given him incredible agility and athletic ability, and, in tandem with dust, he uses his skills to make unorthodox routes throughout the battlefield, with the general aim of getting behind his opponent.  This, when used with his semblance, makes him particularly adept at targeting mobile back-line opponents.

Wabul uses kinetic dust in the pistol portion of his weapons to give him added mobility, while also using it to knock opponents back into his semblance and trigger its effect.  A common combo is to strike an opponent, activate his semblance with wind dust, fire a kinetic round at point-blank to knock them into the sphere, and then tag the target once again during the sphere’s knock-back effect.  If Wabul chooses to apply wind dust again, the target would be knocked back again.  This process could potentially repeat again and again until his semblance or his dust reserve run dry.

However, in reading through his strengths, his weakness becomes evident.  Wabul relies on a combination of effects and circumstances.  Wabul may be athletic, but he isn’t particularly strong.  Individually speaking, Wabul’s attacks are actually quite weak.  If an opponent manages to stand their ground and not trigger the sphere, Wabul’s damage and combo potential is essentially neutered.  Note that if a sphere disappears without triggering, both the semblance use and the dust are wasted.

Furthermore, Wabul has very little in terms of defensive measures.  He relies almost entirely on his agility and speed to evade attacks.  If he’s restricted from moving, he’s almost entirely defenseless.  It’s also worth noting that Wabul needs to be in melee range to apply his semblance, and although he has impressive gap-closing capabilities, opponents that can keep him at range only need worry about weak kinetic rounds.  His dust reserve is also somewhat limited.  If he ever runs out, a lot of his damage, mobility, and crowd-control potential goes with it.   

On another note, Wabul has no fear of heights, and will use his weapons to propel himself into the air if need be.  He is also capable of twisting and dodging in mid-air with little effort, and can maneuver somewhat freely as long as he has dust.

WEAPON

Name: Butter Knives (x2)

Primary Form: Two rapier-pistol hybrids.  There are two separate compartments for dust in each weapon:  1 compartment for the dust catalyst for Wabul’s semblance, and another for kinetic dust rounds to launch Wabul and/or his opponent across the battlefield.  Note that there’s limited room, so both compartments are fairly small.  The catalyst compartment in particular takes a degree of tinkering to reload, generally around one minute.  The other compartment can be reloaded quickly, however.

The trigger for the pistol is located in the hilt, which has a slight curve to allow for an easier grip. 

Secondary Form: The blades retract, reverting them to pistol form.  This form is used almost exclusively for storing and holstering.

Dust Functions: As stated, both weapons are loaded with kinetic dust rounds that Wabul uses to blast himself and his opponent (to a lesser degree) around the battlefield.  In addition, both blades are equipped with a second dust compartment that is used to fuel Wabul’s semblance.  However, that same dust can be used to empower his blade strikes, though he will only use this feature if he feels he can finish his opponent off quickly.  Dust used in this manner has the following effects.
Fire: Increased damage on hit

Ice:  The targeted area will start to freeze.

Wind:  Has a slight knockback effect, can be combined with kinetic dust rounds to increase knockback effect.

Lightning:  Sends jolts through the target’s body, causing decreased accuracy.

Kinetic:  Similar to wind dust, generally not used in this manner.

History: The Butter Knives were forged as a reward for Wabul’s first successful performance.  Wabul did not choose the name, though he does think it’s clever.

WEAPON

Name: Bag o’ extra dust

Primary Form: This isn’t an extra weapon, just extra dust for long missions.  Wabul’s flashy fighting-style tends to burn through dust quickly, and he’ll have to take breaks to replenish the dust in his weapon when he can.  The main pocket holds the dust for the dust catalyst, while the more easily accessible pouches hold spare kinetic ammunition for the pistol.  It also has extra pouches for other extraneous items.

History: This is simply a necessity, Wabul’s swords can’t hold all the dust he’d burn through on missions. 

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Beacon Academy / Weathering the Storm [Open]
« on: September 05, 2018, 05:13:20 PM »
In the hot mid-afternoon sun, Smokey had been laboring for the past thirty minutes on the outdoor practice range.  The coat he normally wears had been left draped on a nearby wall, along with his shirt.  Maybe it was because he had just gotten back from Atlas, but if felt especially hot today for whatever reason.  So, since Smokey was currently alone, he figured no one would care or even mind if he went shirtless for a bit.

Anyways, as much as Smokey would like to admire the way his muscles glisten in the sunlight, that’s not the reason he’s out here.  For the past thirty minutes, he’d been setting up custom target dummies.  At least, they look like target dummies.  Although, oddly-proportioned scarecrows might also be accurate.  Somehow, Smokey had managed to acquire seven bales of hay, which he has used as the bodies, and stuck a smaller foam target on top of it.  He had stuck sticks into the sides of the hay bale to make arms and legs in an attempt to make them appear humanoid, but they look like caricatures at best.

The strangest thing, though, were the additional pieces that set each “target” apart.  Each of the scarecrows save for one had been equipped (read “duct taped”) with, well, trash.  Anything from a round piece of wood, to a trash can lid, to a giant piece of cardboard that covered and extended beyond the height of the original scarecrow.

It also seemed this last target was giving Smokey a bit of grief, as the cardboard wall keeps shifting around as Smokey tries to set it in place.  After a few minutes of wrestling with it and applying copious amounts of duct tape, though, it was finally properly set.  Taking a quick breather, Smokey stepped back and examined his army of junk.  What could he possibly be doing?

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RPG Discussion / Meaningful Strengths: "I Can" vs "You Can't"
« on: August 08, 2018, 12:57:27 AM »
So, with the Vytal Festival going on and a bunch of PvP fights taking place, I got to thinking about game design and interactions.  So, I figured I'd take an opportunity to share some of my thoughts and let other people decide if they're relevant. 

So to start off, I'm going to describe two encounters, one that I think is interesting and one that I find uninteresting.  The first encounter starts off with Character A and Character B controlled by Player A and Player B, respectively, and the following dialogue occurs.

Player A:  Character A does this!
Player B:  Well, Character B responds by doing that!
Player A:  Character A reacts to Character B by using his ability!
Player B:  Then Character B will use his ability to counter Character A!

In this scenario, both Character A and Character B act and react in response to their opponent, and have the means to do so.  Now let's look at the other scenario which looks very similar to the first on the surface.  There is still Player A and Player B controlling their characters, but their interaction is very different.

Player A:  Character A uses his ability!
Player B:  Character B responds by doing this!
Player A:  He can't do that, my character used his ability.
Player B:  Oh, well then Character B will do thi--
Player A:  Nah, can't do that either.
Player B:  Then maybe--
Player A:  Nope
Player B:  What can he do?
Player A:  Not much.  Run, maybe?

Now, of those two interactions, which one seemed like the more interesting one?  Because, from my point of view, the second one was bogged down by Character B's inability to meaningfully respond to Character A in any shape or form, while the first dialogue involved constant action and reaction taking place between the two characters.  Essentially, the first interaction was made more exciting by "I can" abilities while the second was ground to a halt by a "You can't" ability.  Obviously, this was taken to the extreme, there's almost always something that can be done most of the time; but I think my point is clear: "You can't" abilities rob agency from other characters and make interactions less dynamic as a result.

Now, to some of you, this may seem obvious, especially when given in a context like this.  But if you take a look through my characters' profiles, I'm pretty certain you'll see at least one "You can't" ability.  And if you look through the Vytal Festival fights, I'm sure you can find one fight where said ability made the fight uninteresting, if not two.  And the reason those fights are uninteresting is because that ability robbed the opponent of potential options.  Because said options were denied, they were put at a tremendous disadvantage. All because I pushed a button that did a certain thing. 

Now, does my character have weaknesses?  Of course!  A "You Can't" ability is not in and of itself almighty.  It simply lacks engagement.  They deny opportunities instead of creating new ones.  Similarly, "I Can" abilities aren't necessarily weaker than "You Can't" abilities.  But, "I Can" abilities give something to react to.  For instance, "I can shoot a bullet of ice that will freeze you in place!"  "Oh man, it hit me.  I try and break the ice with brute strength and continue my charge!" 

Anyways, I have more thoughts on the matter, but if I write any more, this'll end up being nothing more than a ranting stream-of-consciousness post.  So for now, I'll leave it here. 

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AMA Section / Good News! You can ask me or my characters anything!
« on: June 29, 2018, 10:33:39 PM »
Do I really need to put anything here?  Title's kinda self-explanatory.

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Teams / Looking for 3rd year Beacon team [1/4]
« on: June 25, 2018, 12:17:59 AM »
Hi there.  Aurelia just got approved, and I'd like to find her a team.  She's a faunus and a mounted combatant.  Her semblance is an armored unicorn construct.  She can definitely be leader material, but she can also be overwhelming in her intensity.  Generic alignment would be lawful good. 

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Everywhere Else / Embers of the Hearth. [CLOSED] [BSSM Thread]
« on: June 22, 2018, 12:14:40 AM »
City of Atlas
2 Weeks Before Vytal Festival

The bullhead has just landed, and students are starting to wander off into the city, looking to explore the sights and sounds of the upcoming festival.  Above, the Amity Colosseum hovers in the air, dominating the sky.  Around it are several Atlas military warships acting as security. The weather's relatively nice, comparable to a breezy fall day in Vale.  The sun's out, with only a few clouds dotting the sky.  Students of all the academies are milling about, and there's an interesting contrast between the lax dress of the Shade students and the military style unit worn by those of Atlas Academy.

As Smokey stepped out of the bullhead, the familiar chill greeted him, causing him to shrink down into his coat slightly. It's not really that cold, but he had gotten use to Vale's warmer temperatures and needed a bit of time to re-acclimate himself. 

Has it really been that long? Smokey thought to himself as he meandered.  He's only been at Beacon for a short time, and didn't he think he'd be back in Atlas so soon, but apparently Fate had other plans.  He looked over the Atlas students, and let his mind wander what it would be like if he had stayed here, instead. 

...Nah, that would've been a terrible idea.  With their strict discipline, rules, and dress code, Smokey would have been chewed out and expelled within the week, especially since he'd have come here with a well-established reputation.  Speaking of which....

As Smokey mindlessly wondered towards his destination, he spotted a familiar face: an old bully, apparently taking well to life as an Atlas student.  He was showing off to a group of  girls, Haven students if he went by the uniform, doing various heroic poses and blabbering on about some trumped-up story or whatever.  It really didn't matter what he was doing, if he saw Smokey it'd be bad news.  Knowing this, Smokey quickly changed directions and started heading--

"Well, whaddya know!  Speak of the devil and he shall appear!" 

...dammit.

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Approved Characters / Aurelia Lumen
« on: June 17, 2018, 07:00:35 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Aurelia Lumen

Age: 20, born 7th of Saule

Species and Gender: Horse Faunus, Female

Symbol:  A unicorn head, with a small crown around the horn.

Occupation: 3rd year Beacon Student

Appearance: Aurelia stands at 5'8" tall, has a slender, athletic physique and a modest, but definitely not flat, bust.  She has almost flawless pale skin, shining bright blue eyes, and glowing blonde hair that she ties into a neat pony tail that stretches down to the small of her back.  She also has a blonde horsetail that sticks out from behind her. 

She stands ram-rod straight, with near perfect posture at all times.  Her gaze is often described as intense, and whenever she walks, she does so with purpose. 

Her casual clothes almost seem formal.  She wears a well-fitting red hunt coat fitted with brass buttons and black trim over top a white buttoned-up shirt along with white pants tucked into black boots.  Her tail hangs in between the tails of the hunt coat  Given her near perfect posture and these clothes, she looks more like she's going to a formal equestrian event than doing her day-to-day activities.

Her battle attire consists of silver-colored full plate armor adorned with a red hip-cape with gold borders that hides her tail.  This armor comes with a retractable helmet that can be donned or doffed with flip of a switch hidden in the armor's collar.  The helmet completely obscures her visage.  When viewed with her full armor on, she appears androgynous, and has often been mistaken for a man, at least until she speaks.

When attending classes or other functions that require a school uniform, she opts to wear the boy's uniform.  If she ever attends a true formal event, she'll wear a strapless dress that has a small hole for her tail to go through, along with gold-colored heels and long white gloves.

History: Aurelia Lumen was actually born Aurelia Burkson.  Born to a dog-faunus father and horse-faunus mother in Atlas, Aurelia lived in the dregs of Atlesian society for a time.  However, her family had it better than most, as her father avoided working in the Schnee Dust mines and instead worked as a ranch hand for one of the few Atlesian cattle ranches. 

Whenever he had a chance, and whenever the ranch manager let him, Aurelia's father would take her horse-riding, and she quickly developed into an avid equestrian.  She would take every chance she could to go riding, and it seemed like she developed a strange sort of connection with each horse.  Even the feistiest horse would follow her directions with minimal resistance.  She truly had some sort of gift.

And that gift would soon come in handy.  About half a year after her 10th birthday, while she was riding, she heard screams.  Kicking the horse into gear, she rode as fast as she could toward the sound.  As she got closer, she heard the sound of rushing water, which made her heart sink even lower.  When she arrived at the source of the screams, her fears were confirmed.  A small child, probably not even 6 years old, was being swept away by the current of the freezing river. 

Doing the only thing she could think to do, she spurred the horse to start chasing the girl down the river.  She tried urging the horse into the river, but the horse was too scared of the roaring currents.  With her running out of options, and the girl falling further and further under water, Aurelia jumped off the horse and into the river after the girl. 

Using every ounce of strength the ten-year-old had, Aurelia just barely managed to reach the other girl, but she, too, soon succumbed to the strength of the river.  The only thing she could do was clutch the smaller child tightly and try to protect her, but even that gesture was moot.  The river would soon drown them both, and she had risked her life for nothing. 

Or maybe not.  In that desperate moment, in her desire to save a little girl, Aurelia's aura was unlocked, and a bright, golden light enveloped the two of them.  The next thing Aurelia remembers is waking up in a coughing fit along the shore next to the small child that she had risked her life to save. 

As she rode back to the stable with the child on her lap in the saddle, her father had run out to meet her, frantic and wondering where she'd been.  Apparently she'd been gone for hours, much longer than she should have been and he was understandably wrought with worry.  However, when he saw the other young girl riding in her lap, he just as quickly ran back towards the stable, urging his daughter to come with him as quickly as possible.

When the two finally arrived, they were greeted by two people Aurelia had never met before.  As it turned out, those two people were the parents of the little girl Aurelia had saved, who she learned was named Pearl Lumen.  The Lumen family was incredibly wealthy, and as thanks for saving their daughter's life, the Lumens offered to adopt Aurelia.

Her original family would still see her on weekends, she would receive the best education, and overall have a much better chance at success as a Lumen than as a Burkson, so it was relatively easy to convince the Burkson's to agree to the adoption.

Aurelia was incredibly nervous at first, which was understandable.  What child would want to leave her family?  But she soon became very attached to little Pear, who herself was very excited to have a new "big sister."  Pearl would constantly fawn over Aurelia, and she insisted the horse faunus came to her room every day so she could brush her hair and tail. 

However, it was not always sunshine and rainbows in the house of Lumen.  Aurelia's lessons were strict, and she was held to increasingly higher and higher standards as days, weeks, years went by.  The Lumen family quickly learned that Aurelia's aura had been unlocked, and her semblance was quickly discovered.  Her new family quickly determined that she should be trained in combat, for several reasons.  One, Aurelia was a faunus, and no simple name change could fix that.  She would probably never be allowed to work in an office in Atlas under the current political and racial climate, but her kind's ability to see in the dark could be crucial in the potential life of a huntress.  Second, she seemed to take incredibly well to initial combat training, and she was already an adept, if not expert, horseman.  Thirdly, there was much prestige to be gained on the battlefield.  If Aurelia were to be successful in this career path, there would be much to gain in terms of social status.  Lastly, the Lumens had another daughter that could take over the family business in Pearl, who also had the benefit of being their own flesh and blood.

And thus, Aurelia was sent to combat school in Atlas.  There, she was judged for every little thing she did.  If she ever fell behind in school work, her foster family would hear about it.  If she ever stepped a toe out of line, her foster family would hear about it.  If someone else stepped a toe out of line and blamed it on her, her foster parents would hear about it.  If her uniform was worn improperly, if her posture wasn't perfect, if she even sneezed wrong, her foster family would hear about it.  She was called names, like "moocher" or "mistress," among some others that shall not be repeated.  And if she ever responded to those name-callers, her foster family would hear about it.

While the Lumens were never abusive to their foster daughter, they would make clear their incredible disappointment every time they heard of Aurelia's "misconduct."  She had to hold herself to a higher standard, they would say.  There can be no excuses, they would say.  Be better, they would command.  They would remind her of who's money she was using, of who's influence that was excusing her.  And Aurelia could do nothing but nod and obey.

Thus, Aurelia put all of her efforts into being perfect.  Her grades, her discipline, even her posture.  She ignored the name-callers, the slanderers, and the liars and cheaters.  The reason she put up with all this?  Little Pearl, who Aurelia had come to adore.  Every time something was brought to their attention, the Lumens would force Aurelia into submission by restricting access to her beloved adopted sister.  They would send Pearl off to a relative for a time, depriving Aurelia of the sweet time she'd spend with Pearl brushing her hair.  It was the thing she looked forward to most every day, and she'd do anything to keep it.

But even with all of her efforts to be the perfect student, it still wasn't enough to satisfy her foster family.  When it was time to select one of the four combat schools, the Lumens forced her to go to Beacon, demanding that she graduate as a successful huntress, or be stripped of the name Lumen and never see her sister again.   

So off she went to Vale.  However, her time at Beacon thus far hasn't exactly been smooth either.  As a result of the Lumen's strict upbringing and their ultimatum, Aurelia has developed an intense personality.  So intense, in fact, that she's driven several teammates to drop out, saying things like they can't keep up with her, or that she's a slave driver.  Thus, she is entering her third year at Beacon teamless.   

Personality: Aurelia's personality can be generalized in one word: intense.  Everything she does, she does deliberately and with purpose.  Getting ready in the morning?
 Everything, from her clothes, to her face, even her hair is immaculate.  Walking to class?  Back is ram-rod straight, eyes looking straight forward, and her feet are marching in perfect rhythm.  In sparring, she treats first years she's supposed to mentor with the same intensity she treats Grimm, and ruthlessly thrashes them about the arena.  She does not know the meaning of "hold back."

Among her team, she can quickly earn the reputation of a merciless task master, even if she's not officially the leader.  She demands her teammates hold themselves to the same standard she holds herself, and considering how high the bar has always been set for her, other students may find her too much to handle. 

That being said, she's also very protective.  To those in her care, whether they be her teammates, strangers assigned to work with her on missions, or even her sister, she can occasionally be seen having a motherly streak.  Although, that streak tends to manifest in a timely protective shield rather than words or actions.  Still, if someone who had earned Aurelia's respect comes to her for assistance, she'll gladly accept with the same intensity she shows in every other facet of her life, for better or worse.  And god forbid someone or something threaten someone she cares about.  That person or thing will quickly find themselves facing the business end of her lance faster than they can say, "Aurelia doesn't screw around!"

The Lumens have agreed to let Aurelia speak to Pearl once a week through video chat, so Aurelia will often try and find a quiet, undisturbed, and vacant area to have that weekly chat.  She'll often take a brush she received from Pearl with her, and she'll brush her hair while she listens to Pearl tell her about what's happening on her end of the world.  Most of the reason why Aurelia takes care of her skin and hair so rigorously is because of Pearl's insistence.  Aurelia believes Pearl would have a meltdown if she spotted a stray knot of hair.

It should be noted that Aurelia has no hate for her foster family.  In fact she's incredibly grateful towards them, as they've given her opportunities that she could never dream of having had she stayed a Burkson.  However, she does recognize that her family has ulterior motives (i.e. glory and honor) for sending her to Beacon and giving her combat training. 

It's also probably worth noting she has a weakness for small, cute things, especially baby animals. 

Aura and Semblance: Aurelia's aura is a bright gold color.  During her training at Beacon, she has learned to forge her Aura into a shield if she needs it to defend herself.

Aurelia has named her semblance "Noble Steed."  It is an aura construct that takes the shape of a heavily armored, golden unicorn.  She can summon it and keep it summoned for 8 hours a day, and she often uses it to travel to class if she needs to.  The unicorn can reach speeds of close to 40 miles per hour, and can maintain this speed without tiring.  It has a long jump of over 7 feet, and a high jump of over 5.5 feet, with Aurelia riding on top.  It follows Aurelia's mental commands, and can take damage equal to 30% of Aurelia's aura capacity.  It doesn't have a soul, as it is something made out of aura, but it has a "personality" that is a result of Aurelia's semi- and unconscious thoughts and feelings.  The construct is completely under Aurelia's control.

It takes 15 seconds of Aurelia standing completely still to summon "Noble Steed."  If "Noble Steed" is damaged or defeated, she can summon a new one almost immediately after, but it will still take 15 seconds of concentration, and she'll have to sacrifice 2 hours of the time left available to use her semblance. This generally means Aurelia only has three "uses" of her semblance a day.  If she dismisses "Noble Steed" when it is damaged but not defeated, she can choose to summon the damaged steed again without sacrificing two hours of her time remaining.  It can be dismissed instantaneously.  Aurelia cannot summon it if her aura is below 25%.

Combat Behavior:  Aurelia is a mounted combatant, first and foremost.  With her Semblance moving at a full gallop and her lance couched, she can deal an incredible amount of damage to anything in her way.  Her sword swings will also carry the power of "Noble Steed's" momentum, thus giving Aurelia an incredible advantage in raw power.  With her semblance's speed and mobility, she can quickly move from attacking to defending an ally with her shield.  If melee is ill-advised, she can instead run around the outskirts of the battle and take shots with her rifle.  As a unit, Aurelia and her semblance have no easily exploitable weaknesses, and can quickly adapt to fill any role in a fight. 

That being said, she isn't an invincible warrior.  While it does appear armored, it's still mostly her aura, and the "defense" is mostly for show.  Her mount is fairly fragile, and Aurelia will often move her shield to protect it in order to stay mounted.  Additionally, if she's defending her mount, she can't defend herself or an ally with the shield.  If she is ever dismounted, she'll either have to withdraw from the fight in order to summon it again, or choose to fight on foot, where she's significantly less powerful.  If she's ever on foot, she'll never choose to use her lance simply because it's too big to use with a shield on foot.  As her mobility is cut, she won't be able to move around the battlefield as easily, and will have to stick to fulfilling the role of front line fighter, defender, or marksman.  Without the aid of her mount's speed, her melee power will be cut significantly.  If she chooses to act as a marksman, she'll be much easier to catch.  Thus, the best option more often than not is to defend an ally while they deal damage. 

Sometimes, such as in duels or small-scale skirmishes, she'll purposefully dismount her Semblance in order to let it strike at opponents at the same time she is.  It is just as powerful as a real horse, so its kicks will still hurt.  A common strategy is to knock a foe over, dismount, then hack and trample the foe to pieces. 

If she's ever below 25% aura capacity, there's a chance she'll panic, especially if she's on a mission where her life is on the line.  If she ever reaches this point, she's better off treated as a non-combatant.

WEAPON

Name: Dusk

Primary Form: A cavalry sabre, which is stored in a sheathe Aurelia wears around her waist.  The hilt has several different colored containers that store dust.

Secondary Form: While in the sheathe, the hilt extends, the blade extends slightly out of the sheathe, and the sheathe extends outward to about 12 feet.  This transformation is activated by one of two triggers located on Dusk's hilt.

Tertiary Form: While still in the sheathe, A trigger can be pulled on the inside of Dusk's hilt to shift the sword into a rifle form.  It holds about 10 rounds of ammunition before needing to be reloaded.

Dust Functions: Dusk has several uses of dust, but it most often uses Fire, Ice, or Lightning dust.
In Sabre form:  Fire dust is used to add more impact to her swings, and the same goes for lightning dust.  Occasionally, Aurelia will opt to use ice dust in her strikes to freeze her opponent in place, often setting up for a charge with the lance.

In Lance form:  As the most destructive form (when combined with Noble Steed's charge), Aurelia uses a combination of Fire and Lightning dust in order to maximize damage dealt.

In Rifle form:  Generally, if Aurelia isn't setting up for a charge, the rifle will use standard ammunition.  However, if she's trying to slow down an opponent, she'll use ice dust.

History: Although the Lumens were incredibly strict, they did make sure Aurelia had every opportunity to succeed, and they had this weapon forged to Aurelia's exact specifications. 

Name: Dawn

Primary Form: It's a shield.  A durable shield, to be sure, but it's still a shield.  It's used to block things, deflect things, and even sometimes as a makeshift umbrella.  It matches her armor in color, and sports her symbol on the front.

Dust Functions: Aurelia has considered modifying Dawn to have the capability to create a wall of Ice, but currently no plans have been drawn up to implement any dust functions

History: Similarly to Dusk, Dawn was also created for Aurelia by the Lumen family. 

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WiP Characters / Aurelia Lumen
« on: June 16, 2018, 02:48:24 AM »
CHARACTER

Name: Aurelia Lumen

Age: 20, born 7th of Saule

Species and Gender: Horse Faunus, Female

Symbol:  A unicorn head, with a small crown around the horn.

Occupation: 3rd year Beacon Student

Appearance: Aurelia stands at 5'8" tall, has a slender, athletic physique and a modest, but definitely not flat, bust.  She has almost flawless pale skin, shining bright blue eyes, and glowing blonde hair that she ties into a neat pony tail that stretches down to the small of her back.  She also has a blonde horsetail that sticks out from behind her. 

She stands ram-rod straight, with near perfect posture at all times.  Her gaze is often described as intense, and whenever she walks, she does so with purpose. 

Her casual clothes almost seem formal.  She wears a well-fitting red hunt coat fitted with brass buttons and black trim over top a white buttoned-up shirt along with white pants tucked into black boots.  Her tail hangs in between the tails of the hunt coat  Given her near perfect posture and these clothes, she looks more like she's going to a formal equestrian event than doing her day-to-day activities.

Her battle attire consists of silver-colored full plate armor adorned with a red hip-cape with gold borders that hides her tail.  This armor comes with a retractable helmet that can be donned or doffed with flip of a switch hidden in the armor's collar.  The helmet completely obscures her visage.  When viewed with her full armor on, she appears androgynous, and has often been mistaken for a man, at least until she speaks.

When attending classes or other functions that require a school uniform, she opts to wear the boy's uniform.  If she ever attends a true formal event, she'll wear a strapless dress that has a small hole for her tail to go through, along with gold-colored heels and long white gloves.

History: Aurelia Lumen was actually born Aurelia Burkson.  Born to a dog-faunus father and horse-faunus mother in Atlas, Aurelia lived in the dregs of Atlesian society for a time.  However, her family had it better than most, as her father avoided working in the Schnee Dust mines and instead worked as a ranch hand for one of the few Atlesian cattle ranches. 

Whenever he had a chance, and whenever the ranch manager let him, Aurelia's father would take her horse-riding, and she quickly developed into an avid equestrian.  She would take every chance she could to go riding, and it seemed like she developed a strange sort of connection with each horse.  Even the feistiest horse would follow her directions with minimal resistance.  She truly had some sort of gift.

And that gift would soon come in handy.  About half a year after her 10th birthday, while she was riding, she heard screams.  Kicking the horse into gear, she rode as fast as she could toward the sound.  As she got closer, she heard the sound of rushing water, which made her heart sink even lower.  When she arrived at the source of the screams, her fears were confirmed.  A small child, probably not even 6 years old, was being swept away by the current of the freezing river. 

Doing the only thing she could think to do, she spurred the horse to start chasing the girl down the river.  She tried urging the horse into the river, but the horse was too scared of the roaring currents.  With her running out of options, and the girl falling further and further under water, Aurelia jumped off the horse and into the river after the girl. 

Using every ounce of strength the ten-year-old had, Aurelia just barely managed to reach the other girl, but she, too, soon succumbed to the strength of the river.  The only thing she could do was clutch the smaller child tightly and try to protect her, but even that gesture was moot.  The river would soon drown them both, and she had risked her life for nothing. 

Or maybe not.  In that desperate moment, in her desire to save a little girl, Aurelia's aura was unlocked, and a bright, golden light enveloped the two of them.  The next thing Aurelia remembers is waking up in a coughing fit along the shore next to the small child that she had risked her life to save. 

As she rode back to the stable with the child on her lap in the saddle, her father had run out to meet her, frantic and wondering where she'd been.  Apparently she'd been gone for hours, much longer than she should have been and he was understandably wrought with worry.  However, when he saw the other young girl riding in her lap, he just as quickly ran back towards the stable, urging his daughter to come with him as quickly as possible.

When the two finally arrived, they were greeted by two people Aurelia had never met before.  As it turned out, those two people were the parents of the little girl Aurelia had saved, who she learned was named Pearl Lumen.  The Lumen family was incredibly wealthy, and as thanks for saving their daughter's life, the Lumens offered to adopt Aurelia.

Her original family would still see her on weekends, she would receive the best education, and overall have a much better chance at success as a Lumen than as a Burkson, so it was relatively easy to convince the Burkson's to agree to the adoption.

Aurelia was incredibly nervous at first, which was understandable.  What child would want to leave her family?  But she soon became very attached to little Pear, who herself was very excited to have a new "big sister."  Pearl would constantly fawn over Aurelia, and she insisted the horse faunus came to her room every day so she could brush her hair and tail. 

However, it was not always sunshine and rainbows in the house of Lumen.  Aurelia's lessons were strict, and she was held to increasingly higher and higher standards as days, weeks, years went by.  The Lumen family quickly learned that Aurelia's aura had been unlocked, and her semblance was quickly discovered.  Her new family quickly determined that she should be trained in combat, for several reasons.  One, Aurelia was a faunus, and no simple name change could fix that.  She would probably never be allowed to work in an office in Atlas under the current political and racial climate, but her kind's ability to see in the dark could be crucial in the potential life of a huntress.  Second, she seemed to take incredibly well to initial combat training, and she was already an adept, if not expert, horseman.  Thirdly, there was much prestige to be gained on the battlefield.  If Aurelia were to be successful in this career path, there would be much to gain in terms of social status.  Lastly, the Lumens had another daughter that could take over the family business in Pearl, who also had the benefit of being their own flesh and blood.

And thus, Aurelia was sent to combat school in Atlas.  There, she was judged for every little thing she did.  If she ever fell behind in school work, her foster family would hear about it.  If she ever stepped a toe out of line, her foster family would hear about it.  If someone else stepped a toe out of line and blamed it on her, her foster parents would hear about it.  If her uniform was worn improperly, if her posture wasn't perfect, if she even sneezed wrong, her foster family would hear about it.  She was called names, like "moocher" or "mistress," among some others that shall not be repeated.  And if she ever responded to those name-callers, her foster family would hear about it.

While the Lumens were never abusive to their foster daughter, they would make clear their incredible disappointment every time they heard of Aurelia's "misconduct."  She had to hold herself to a higher standard, they would say.  There can be no excuses, they would say.  Be better, they would command.  They would remind her of who's money she was using, of who's influence that was excusing her.  And Aurelia could do nothing but nod and obey.

Thus, Aurelia put all of her efforts into being perfect.  Her grades, her discipline, even her posture.  She ignored the name-callers, the slanderers, and the liars and cheaters.  The reason she put up with all this?  Little Pearl, who Aurelia had come to adore.  Every time something was brought to their attention, the Lumens would force Aurelia into submission by restricting access to her beloved adopted sister.  They would send Pearl off to a relative for a time, depriving Aurelia of the sweet time she'd spend with Pearl brushing her hair.  It was the thing she looked forward to most every day, and she'd do anything to keep it.

But even with all of her efforts to be the perfect student, it still wasn't enough to satisfy her foster family.  When it was time to select one of the four combat schools, the Lumens forced her to go to Beacon, demanding that she graduate as a successful huntress, or be stripped of the name Lumen and never see her sister again.   

So off she went to Vale.  However, her time at Beacon thus far hasn't exactly been smooth either.  As a result of the Lumen's strict upbringing and their ultimatum, Aurelia has developed an intense personality.  So intense, in fact, that she's driven several teammates to drop out, saying things like they can't keep up with her, or that she's a slave driver.  Thus, she is entering her third year at Beacon teamless.   

Personality: Aurelia's personality can be generalized in one word: intense.  Everything she does, she does deliberately and with purpose.  Getting ready in the morning?
 Everything, from her clothes, to her face, even her hair is immaculate.  Walking to class?  Back is ram-rod straight, eyes looking straight forward, and her feet are marching in perfect rhythm.  In sparring, she treats first years she's supposed to mentor with the same intensity she treats Grimm, and ruthlessly thrashes them about the arena.  She does not know the meaning of "hold back."

Among her team, she can quickly earn the reputation of a merciless task master, even if she's not officially the leader.  She demands her teammates hold themselves to the same standard she holds herself, and considering how high the bar has always been set for her, other students may find her too much to handle. 

That being said, she's also very protective.  To those in her care, whether they be her teammates, strangers assigned to work with her on missions, or even her sister, she can occasionally be seen having a motherly streak.  Although, that streak tends to manifest in a timely protective shield rather than words or actions.  Still, if someone who had earned Aurelia's respect comes to her for assistance, she'll gladly accept with the same intensity she shows in every other facet of her life, for better or worse.  And god forbid someone or something threaten someone she cares about.  That person or thing will quickly find themselves facing the business end of her lance faster than they can say, "Aurelia doesn't screw around!"

The Lumens have agreed to let Aurelia speak to Pearl once a week through video chat, so Aurelia will often try and find a quiet, undisturbed, and vacant area to have that weekly chat.  She'll often take a brush she received from Pearl with her, and she'll brush her hair while she listens to Pearl tell her about what's happening on her end of the world.  Most of the reason why Aurelia takes care of her skin and hair so rigorously is because of Pearl's insistence.  Aurelia believes Pearl would have a meltdown if she spotted a stray knot of hair.

It should be noted that Aurelia has no hate for her foster family.  In fact she's incredibly grateful towards them, as they've given her opportunities that she could never dream of having had she stayed a Burkson.  However, she does recognize that her family has ulterior motives (i.e. glory and honor) for sending her to Beacon and giving her combat training. 

It's also probably worth noting she has a weakness for small, cute things, especially baby animals. 

Aura and Semblance: Aurelia's aura is a bright gold color.  During her training at Beacon, she has learned to forge her Aura into a shield if she needs it to defend herself.

Aurelia has named her semblance "Noble Steed."  It is an aura construct that takes the shape of a heavily armored, golden unicorn.  She can summon it and keep it summoned for 8 hours a day, and she often uses it to travel to class if she needs to.  The unicorn can reach speeds of close to 40 miles per hour, and can maintain this speed without tiring.  It has a long jump of over 7 feet, and a high jump of over 5.5 feet, with Aurelia riding on top.  It follows Aurelia's mental commands, and can take damage equal to 30% of Aurelia's aura capacity.  It doesn't have a soul, as it is something made out of aura, but it has a "personality" that is a result of Aurelia's semi- and unconscious thoughts and feelings.

It takes 15 seconds of Aurelia standing completely still to summon "Noble Steed."  If "Noble Steed" is damaged or defeated, she can summon a new one almost immediately after, but it will still take 15 seconds of concentration, and she'll have to sacrifice 2 hours of the time left available to use her semblance. This generally means Aurelia only has three "uses" of her semblance a day.  If she dismisses "Noble Steed" when it is damaged but not defeated, she can choose to summon the damaged steed again without sacrificing two hours of her time remaining.  It can be dismissed instantaneously.  Aurelia cannot summon it if her aura is below 25%.

Combat Behavior:  Aurelia is a mounted combatant, first and foremost.  With her Semblance moving at a full gallop and her lance couched, she can deal an incredible amount of damage to anything in her way.  Her sword swings will also carry the power of "Noble Steed's" momentum, thus giving Aurelia an incredible advantage in raw power.  With her semblance's speed and mobility, she can quickly move from attacking to defending an ally with her shield.  If melee is ill-advised, she can instead run around the outskirts of the battle and take shots with her rifle.  As a unit, Aurelia and her semblance have no easily exploitable weaknesses, and can quickly adapt to fill any role in a fight. 

That being said, she isn't an invincible warrior.  While it does appear armored, it's still mostly her aura, and the "defense" is mostly for show.  Her mount is fairly fragile, and Aurelia will often move her shield to protect it in order to stay mounted.  Additionally, if she's defending her mount, she can't defend herself or an ally with the shield.  If she is ever dismounted, she'll either have to withdraw from the fight in order to summon it again, or choose to fight on foot, where she's significantly less powerful.  If she's ever on foot, she'll never choose to use her lance simply because it's too big to use with a shield on foot.  As her mobility is cut, she won't be able to move around the battlefield as easily, and will have to stick to fulfilling the role of front line fighter, defender, or marksman.  Without the aid of her mount's speed, her melee power will be cut significantly.  If she chooses to act as a marksman, she'll be much easier to catch.  Thus, the best option more often than not is to defend an ally while they deal damage. 

Sometimes, such as in duels or small-scale skirmishes, she'll purposefully dismount her Semblance in order to let it strike at opponents at the same time she is.  It is just as powerful as a real horse, so its kicks will still hurt.  A common strategy is to knock a foe over, dismount, then hack and trample the foe to pieces. 

If she's ever below 25% aura capacity, there's a chance she'll panic, especially if she's on a mission where her life is on the line.  If she ever reaches this point, she's better off treated as a non-combatant.

WEAPON

Name: Dusk

Primary Form: A cavalry sabre, which is stored in a sheathe Aurelia wears around her waist.  The hilt has several different colored containers that store dust.

Secondary Form: While in the sheathe, the hilt extends, the blade extends slightly out of the sheathe, and the sheathe extends outward to about 12 feet.  This transformation is activated by one of two triggers located on Dusk's hilt.

Tertiary Form: While still in the sheathe, A trigger can be pulled on the inside of Dusk's hilt to shift the sword into a rifle form.  It holds about 10 rounds of ammunition before needing to be reloaded.

Dust Functions: Dusk has several uses of dust, but it most often uses Fire, Ice, or Lightning dust.
In Sabre form:  Fire dust is used to add more impact to her swings, and the same goes for lightning dust.  Occasionally, Aurelia will opt to use ice dust in her strikes to freeze her opponent in place, often setting up for a charge with the lance.

In Lance form:  As the most destructive form (when combined with Noble Steed's charge), Aurelia uses a combination of Fire and Lightning dust in order to maximize damage dealt.

In Rifle form:  Generally, if Aurelia isn't setting up for a charge, the rifle will use standard ammunition.  However, if she's trying to slow down an opponent, she'll use ice dust.

History: Although the Lumens were incredibly strict, they did make sure Aurelia had every opportunity to succeed, and they had this weapon forged to Aurelia's exact specifications. 

Name: Dawn

Primary Form: It's a shield.  A durable shield, to be sure, but it's still a shield.  It's used to block things, deflect things, and even sometimes as a makeshift umbrella.  It matches her armor in color, and sports her symbol on the front.

Dust Functions: Aurelia has considered modifying Dawn to have the capability to create a wall of Ice, but currently no plans have been drawn up to implement any dust functions

History: Similarly to Dusk, Dawn was also created for Aurelia by the Lumen family. 

13
Beacon Academy / Working Out Differences [CLOSED]
« on: June 15, 2018, 01:53:39 AM »
It's been a while since he's stepped in here.  It took months to repair the weight room after Jima and he had their...argument, but now it looks better than ever!  Old and missing weights were replaced, new punching bags have been brought in, and old equipment has been updated.  The best part?  Smokey had gotten off with barely a warning, nothing more than a promise to use the sparring room instead next time he needed to "blow off steam."

Smokey took a deep, satisfied breath as he walked in.  He immediately regretted it as the stale order of gym sweat assaulted his nostrils, sending him into a slight coughing fit.  Looks like he wasn't the only one that appreciated the repairs.  Taking a little bit of time to get adjusted to the odor of the room, he made his way over to the far side of the gym in front of the mirror and dropped off his gym bag, then proceeded to start stretching. 

Like he thought earlier, it's been a while since he stepped into the gym, and Smokey couldn't help but do a little 'mirin of himself in front of the mirror.  Now, Smokey was pretty short, and while his face isn't objectively unattractive, he could stand to get a shave and maybe a professional haircut instead of the DIY job that was his current mop.  That being said, there was one part of Smokey that he was proud of on an aesthetic level, and that was his muscles.  And since he was sporting a wife-beater and gym shorts instead of his usual heavy coat and boots, his muscles were on full display. 

After doing a few more stretches, he turned back around and looked towards the door.  He told Serin to meet him here right after classes end, so he should be on his way, so Smokey took the opportunity to start putting weights on one of the barbells in preparation.  "Maybe I can finally get a good workout in," Smokey mumbled to himself.     

 

14
WiP Characters / Silence Gray
« on: June 11, 2018, 04:30:31 AM »
CHARACTER
(WIP Note:  I'd like feedback on the semblance.  I'm attempting to play a 4th wall lean seriously, but I'll understand if I need to change it.)

Name: Silence Gray

Age: 26, born 14th of Zinnober

Species and Gender: Female Rabbit Faunus

Symbol:  A cartoon-like silhouette of a rabbit head, with two empty spots for eyes.

Occupation: "Underground" Huntress, vigilante

Appearance: Sample Text

History: Sample Text

Personality: Silence is paranoid.  She always expects the worst, and jumps at every shadow.  She speaks in terrified stutters in face-to-face conversation, which is why she conducts almost all of her business remotely, never showing her face and even disguising her voice.  She speaks in short sentences when performing "business," which makes her seem intimidating to those she works with, but in reality, she's too nervous to elaborate on her points.  It's not too much of a stretch to imagine that she hasn't had a face-to-face communication with another human or faunus in years.

Regarding Grimm, Silence believes humanity is doomed.  With all the time she's spent studying and fighting them, she's come to the conclusion that mankind can't win because they can't learn from their victories.  They don't need sleep, they don't need food, and they only exist to hunt down and kill humanity.  They're an endless and unified force facing a hopelessly divided and finite enemy.  Her current "fight" is nothing more than an attempt to stave off the inevitable.  Why does she do it?  She doesn't really know.  Maybe she hopes she'll be proven wrong.  Maybe she'll find something that can save humanity.  But until then, she'll study the Grimm remotely, while keeping as many villages and kingdoms safe from attack as she can, by any means necessary.

And she does mean "by any means."  While she'd prefer to eliminate crime and wanton destruction, she'll work with vagabonds and cartels to keep violence off the street in order to keep panic levels down.  She'll bargain with the White Fang to keep their terrorist activities to a minimum.  She'll steal from the SDC to fund her operations.  She doesn't like it, but she feels it's the best way to keep people safe. 

Aura and Semblance: Silence's aura is a sky blue color.  Due to years of training and influence from her own semblance, she has developed her aura's detection ability to an incredible degree.  It's almost impossible to catch her by surprise.

Her semblance is difficult to describe.  In short, it's an incredibly limited fourth wall awareness, so limited that Silence isn't aware of its true nature.  What she feels instead is a pair of eyes that exist within 15 meters of her.  They are entirely invisible and undetectable.  Silence is aware of where the eyes are and what direction they're looking.  This semblance is completely uncontrollable.

Now, what these eyes look at is context sensitive, but in general, they'll look in the direction of potential future conflict.  As in, they look in the direction of the plot.  Is there a nasty Grimm about to pop out of the ground?  The eyes are watching the exact spot.  A major news event is about to be broadcast on a nearby television?  Eyes will be watching that annoying commercial before it comes on.  A boy with a terrible crush is about to confess his everlasting love to Silence?  The eyes are looking at the creepy guy with his hood up breathing just a bit too hard hiding behind a corner.

This semblance comes with a few obvious benefits.  When used in conjunction with her detection ability from her aura, she can make decisions as if she knows what the enemy will do before they even think of doing it.  It's not unreasonable to act as if she has precognition.

However, as this semblance is uncontrollable, sometimes it won't react at all until it's too late.  This generally only happens mid-conflict, when Silence's mind is distracted by the situation directly in front of her.  In short, a large coordinated effort can shut down her ability to predict what's going to happen next.

In case it's not obvious, this is the source of Silence's paranoia.  She's only aware that the eyes are looking at future conflict.  She's not aware of the nature of the conflict, but she'll actively choose to avoid where her semblance looks unless she's certain it's absolutely safe.  On top of that, if she does enter conflict, it's possible her semblance won't inform her of any other dangers that might be looking nearby.     

Combat Behavior:  Silence's combat behavior can be summed up with a single word: no.  Did the eyes look down that alleyway?  Not going down there.  Is her semblance looking at the top of that building?  Better head for cover.  Do those woods seem to pique the eye's interest?  Better alert local huntsmen and huntresses.  With her aura's natural detection abilities on top of her semblance, Silence can conceivably avoid any and all conflict she comes across.

However, she's not going to leave a town to die if no huntsmen are available, and she is technically a Beacon graduate.  If she has the chance, she'll lay down mines before a fight begins and set the battlefield to her favor.  Next she'll look for a nice vantage point where both she and her semblance can get a wide view.  From there, she'll take her sniper rifle and take out as many enemies as she can, before moving to a new spot and devising a strategy based on the situation.

In general, she's a pure ranged combatant.  She prefers to keep as much distance between her and the enemy as possible, often preferring to be completely out of sight.  Because of this she's absolutely awful in melee combat.  She does have a few countermeasures prepared in case someone does manage to get there, but she'll definitely lose to even first year students in pure close-quarters combat. 

WEAPON

Name: Sample Text

Primary Form: Sample Text

Secondary Form: Sample Text

Tertiary Form: Sample Text

Dust Functions: Sample Text

History: Sample Text

15
Beacon Academy / Where There's Smoke... [OPEN]
« on: April 28, 2018, 11:11:10 PM »
thump, thump

The sound of a punching bag echoed through the empty weight room, chains rattling along with the cadence of fists against leather.

thump, thump

Smokey swung heavy blows, his brow furrowed in frustration.  His body swayed in between hits as his mind contemplated why he's so on edge.

thump, thump

He's been at Beacon for a while now, but he feels like he hasn't done much at all.  He feels cooped up.

thump, thump

Confined.  Neglected.  Ignored.

thump, thump

He wants to be out in the field, fighting Grimm.  Hell, it doesn't even have to be Grimm.  White Fang, evil robots, you name it, he'll fight it.

thump, thump

But instead of doing any of that, he's stuck here punching the dust off an old sack.  And it is just...

thump, thump

...not...

Thump! Thump!

...CUTTING IT!

THUMP! THUMP! THWACK!

The punching bag was thrown off the hook keeping it aloft, landing with a dull thud on the ground.  Next to it, Smokey panted, sweat dripping from his body and drenching his workout clothes.  His fists were clenched, still not satisfied from pummeling the punching bag.  His teeth were grit; he wanted something that could fight back.  And his eyes?  There's only one thing eyes like his look for, and that's a fight!

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