CHARACTER

Name: Azre and Erza Sundown

Age: 18, Born 4th of Maaclud

Species and Gender: Female Human (Erza), Male Human (Azre)

Symbol:  Two falling stars, parallel to each other, and connected by their respective diamond-shaped shines.

Occupation: 1st Year Shade Students, former models, part time musician (Azre)

Appearance: Erza and Azre are both 5’8”, though Erza is 130lbs while Azre is 140lb due to an increase in muscle mass and weight. Erza’s hair is a bright platinum blonde tied back in a tight bun or ponytail, complimented by blue eyes with darker, warm olive skin and a C-cup. Often considered classically beautiful, the huntress-in-training wears a combat skirt in the form of a red, strapless dress and combat skirt, a black belt surroinding her middle that she uses to hold her sword's sheath. complemented with fishnet stockings and a pair of spike heels - something she fights remarkably well with, in an outfit that Azre finds complimentary to his own. She usually wears half-moon golden-rimmed spectacles in order to see. She does usually change her outfit to practically fit the weather, as long as the approvals get by Azre. If it were up to her, she’d likely dress in boots and tight clothing with more armor, but allows Azre to determine her dress to keep up their appearance a duo. She normally wears Dynami when going around school.

Azre is more broad-shouldered than his twin sister with a considerably greater amount of visible muscle mass, but possess the same slim waist and toned figure. He has bright red hair and usually styles his facial hair into a alfredo mustache, resulting in a somewhat outdated but handsome appearance, complimented by warm brown eyes and a golden-rimmed monocle over one eye, despite not needing it. He wears a red vest over a white overshirt that’s been rolled up to his sleeves, dress pants, and leather loafers, opting towards expensive and fancy clothing. Azre's very particular about his look and will often refuse to start anything until his dress and makeup are perfect - alongside Erza's. To help compensate for a shorter height, it isn't uncommon for him to wear platform heals, boosting his height to 5'10" or 11". When viewed shirtless, Azre has two noticeable scars along the underside of his pecs, as he’s still recovering from a mastectomy at age 17.

History: The Sundown twins were born as Erza Marie Sundown and Anna Grace Sundown on Zinnober 31st. The daughters of an exceedingly wealthy family with an entrepreneur father and the mother that died in childbirth, their father was out on business trips nearly all the time and didn’t have time for twin daughters - despite them being the last remnants of his wife. Subsequently, the two children were raised side-by-side and treated as nearly a single individual throughout their entire childhoods by nurses, nannies, and private tutors, never afforded the chance to socialize with the outside world. Both girls spent the majority of their times immersed in every study possible, alongside a strict physical fitness regime to ensure they both stayed in shape - it was Anna who naturally gravitated towards music however, and Erza towards writing. The tutors were more than happy to indulge the girl’s interests under command of their absent father, and both girls were soon quickly well-versed in subjects of their choice. They were furthermore afforded extreme amounts of freedom of expression as kids, with Anna choosing to run around in boy’s clothing all the time alongside her sister in frilly dresses. With a lack of other children their age, Anna and Erza were incredibly close, as close as two sisters can be. The only times they socialized outside each other and the staff was whenever it was necessary for them to join their father on business trips and at dinners - in which case, they were dressed up in their very best and expected to entertain curious adults for hours on end. Despite some rough beginnings, both girls valued the time as it was amongst the most they got to see their father - and both became quickly adept at playing linguistic gymnastics to become the perfect little angels for every one of their father’s “friends.”

Zanzabar Sundown didn’t pay much attention to his daughters, and it wasn’t until his fellow businessmen began to remark about how “pretty” and “gorgeous” and “soft” his daughters were he began to realize the women they were blossoming into. Heart-shaped faces, long hair, growing bodies - it was obvious they were both blossoming into beautiful young women. It was the first time Zanzabar recognized his daughters as something other than assets to be taken care of, they were more importantly a source of potential profit. On the eve of their 11th birthday, he offered the girls the opportunity of a lifetime: join him and act as the models for the Sundown Company’s new line of perfume and jewelry. It only took a glance between Anna and Erza to confirm they’d accept the opportunity, as it would afford them what they’d always wanted: time with their father.

Unfortunately, the modeling gig didn’t work out as the twins anticipated. It was rush from photoshoot to photoshoot, constantly forced into uncomfortable and feminine clothing; makeup this and hairdo that. Their father was rarely present, and instead they were afforded a hurried schedule that contrasted harshly with their previous leisurely lifestyle. But both twins, masters of social conduct, sucked it up and let it drag on in the hopes of getting close to their father. This pattern lasted for four years until the twins were 15, in which the marketing ads with the “Sundown Sisters” became an almost instantaneous success. Magazine ads, commercials, even billboards - the Sundown Twins were launched into stardom faster than they could understand what was happening. They were a worldwide name, the teens every preteen would kill to become - and could, with just a few purchases of extremely expensive perfume from their parent’s credit cards! The Sundown name become the brand associated with both luxury and youth, fun and maturity - a thin line that the girls managed to balance with strict regimes throughout their early teens. This was furthermore bolstered by the twin’s talents for music: Anna’s predilection for nearly all things that she’s studied through her entire life, alongside Erza’s pleasant singing voice, made them the perfect deal to put out occasional music videos for the Sundown Company.

Until Anna one day cut off all her hair.

Forced into feminine clothing on a daily basis, sexualized from a young age -  all this awakened something in Anna. She’d always hated girl’s clothing as a child, and the help were perfectly happy to let her run around in boy’s clothing as long as she was happy and healthy. She’d opted into charming jacket-and-skirt combinations instead of dresses whenever a fancy dinner with her father’s business associates was deemed necessary. Puberty had been a hard time for her, as her body developed in unfamiliar ways she disliked - it wasn’t her body, anymore. Seeing her body sexualized on a day-to-day basis by men years older than her only made her more disconcerted.

She’d turned to the internet, as any confused teen would do. Googling “disliking my body”, “out-of-place in own body”, “can i make my breasts go away” - she’d stumbled on the term when reading in secret, the only one she’d ever kept from her twin sister. “Gender Dysphoria - the condition of feeling one’s emotional and psychological identity as female or male to be opposite to one’s biological sex.” It had clicked in an instant - they were male. They’d stepped into the bathroom on-location one day, picked up the automated razor in the onsite bathroom, and shaved off all her hair in one foul swoop.

He’d never felt more free than that moment.

He stepped outside the horrified gasps and stares of the entire crew. An entire career swept down the drain, just thanks to a teenager shaving their head - their father was beyond furious, sitting down the twins for what Azre recounts as the worst moment of his life. He received an earth-shattering lecture on what he’d done, an entire branch of the company thrown down the drain - threatening to take away every one of Anna’s privileges to the outside world, to banish her back to Mistral permanently, while Erza spent the entire time in the corner tapping intently on her scroll. Anna was alone with their father’s wrath for the first time ever, and had never felt more abandoned - but just when Zanzabar was threatening to separate the twins, Erza stepped in.

“Hey, what’s like, your name and pronouns and stuff now?”

The question was enough to shock Azre out of crying and their father into silence.

“Um… he-him, and… call me Azre.”

Erza had nodded in determination, pressed a button on her phone, and sent a note to every newspaper and celebrity gossip outlet she could reach that her sister was now her brother, they had a new name, and more importantly a new label - the “Sundown Twins.” The news was out, the new label was announced by Erza herself, and Zanzabar couldn’t risk contradicting his daughters without ruining his public reputation. The immediate launch of his new identity was more than Azre anticipated, but he took it in stride as he realized this was his bid to freedom - to become who he wanted.

Azre’s transition to regularly identifying as male was painfully public, but Azre embraced it like a warm hug. He was set to become a transgender model for every kid across Remnant, and therefore regularly updated his adoring fan base with every update possible - from his start of HRT at age 16, to the mastectomy he got when he was 17, to his first growths of facial hair. Azre thrived in this new environment, chasing the high of fame by being who he wanted to be more than ever - and before soon was incorporating his passions into his products, taking his lifelong passion of music and soon putting out occasional singles, and album in the works. Erza was overshadowed in her brother’s rapid rise to greater fame than either of them had ever seen, but was with him every step of the way - taking the same chances to start to explore their passions as well - starting to take her writing more seriously, and leaning towards texts of an academic quality. She discovered her love of literature and language, and the way they worked together - and learned to harness a quick wit that had hidden behind a vapid persona her whole life.

Despite finally blossoming as a person as a result of his transition, it wasn't without hardships: Azre faced an onslaught of too-personal interview questions, transphobic words from the half of his fanbase that was infuriated with his transition, and a scary amount of fetishization. It was thanks to Erza's endless help and support that he was willing to live through every hard word, and work to better himself; but even she couldn't shield him from the misconceptions of a cruel world. Azre's harassment culminated one day when at a cafe with his twin one day, he was confronted by an angry fan referring to him by his deadname and other crude slurs. Azre tried to keep the words from getting to him, but even he couldn't avoid getting upset, and once the violent situation escalated to physical confrontation, Azre was left pinned to the wall with a knife at this throat, threatening to be skinned alive.

Erza's shit was promptly flipped.

Coming this far and dealing with all their hardships, Erza wasn't about to lose her the only person who'd been there for her her entire life. Her semblance activated for the first time ever to an extreme degree, temporarily turning her into a hulking 8-foot monster with claws and fangs and a mane of yellow hair with more than enough phsyical strength to punch the would-be assailant into the wall and leave cracks behind. This transformation only lasted 10 seconds though, as her entire aura was completely drained - leaving her to collapse to the floor and resume a more human, if exhausted, form. She spent a few days in the hospital as a result of exhaustion, and the following court case deemed Erza's actions a necessary move of self-defense to protect her brother, letting her get off easy. Erza's sudden and harsh discovery of her semblance at age 17 sparked something within Azre - making him realize the popularity of hunters in Remnant, and therefore determining his goal for the future. His own more charming semblance was realized slowly by both him and Erza as his art of dazzling paparazzi and leaving them with nothing but good things to say became a formidable skill - to the point didn't seem to have a bad angle.

Years of physical conditioning and marital-arts training allowed them to both pass the entrance exam to Shade Academy with little difficult, even if Azre struggled somewhat academically. It was a joint decision to go all the way to Vacuo to attend a hunter's academy as another way of putting as much distance between them and their father, who by then they only associated with when necessary regarding the company name - both Azre and Erza's branch of the "Sundown Twins" had become a separate and successful enterprise. Azre enrolled for fame and glory, and like always Erza followed him - and at least one of them is more than prepared for whatever lies ahead. The other just wants to make sure her brother doesn't lose himself in the process.

Personality: Azre Sundown is an extroverted, charismatic, and incredibly vain man. After time attracting attention and fame for who he really was, Azre has become addicted to the spotlight, willing to do nearly everything to assure his reputation as a celebrity stays up alongside keeping himself entertained. He’s a natural charmer as he appeals to people’s best interests, a witty sense of humor wonderfully accompanying good looks, alongside a tendency to be endlessly entertaining, always some story to tell. He's furthermore naturally flamboyant and flirty, and will hit on anybody regardless of gender who shows interest and has a pulse - human or faunus doesn't matter. Despite his vanity and desire to stay in the spotlight, Azre really is a good person, aware of his position as a positive role model for kids all across Remnant. As a result, he’s always striving to be positive and upbeat and really be the role model the media perceives him as. This manifests most commonly in Azre’s greatest passion outside himself - music, being proficient in multiple instruments including guitar, piano, and the trumpet. His instrument of choice however is the saxophone, the classy brassy jazz instrument drawing him in with its associated history of suave entertainers. Overall, it isn’t inaccurate to call Azre the dominant twin.

Azre isn’t without his flaws as any person is - celebrities are always human. If a person doesn’t show an immediate liking of Azre, he’ll do their best to win over them to the point of annoying persistence - unable to fathom the idea some people may dislike him. This can escalate to incredible levels of desperation until he’s stressed himself out about one little thing, and it consumes him to the point he can’t think of anything else - he often puts too much stock in other people’s thoughts. This all-consuming desperation furthermore extends to his looks, unable to function unless his outfit, hair, and accessories are all perfect, alongside his sister’s - appearance is one of the most important things to him after all, and they’re a unit. Azre takes a lot to get angry after dealing with paparazzi his entire life, and an angry Azre is usually able to quickly calm down - but he’s hotheaded and confrontational when he reaches the point of anger, refusing to back down to anybody except Erza. There’s only a few things that are guaranteed to make him snap right away: his deadname, which he refuses to tolerate, or anybody hurting his sister in any way.

Erza’s always been the quieter twin, despite initially being the more popular one before her brother’s transition. Her good looks contrasted with the quiet, observational girl with a sharp mind -  you wouldn’t anticipate someone like her to have a dry sense of humor and an introverted approach to life. She prefers to support her brother from the shadows while slowly developing her own talents in journalism and critical writing, learning about the world around her that she was so protected from as a child. Despite her investment in the academics, she is troubled in math however. She’s fascinated by language and culture, and it isn’t uncommon to find her buried in a book - at least, if you know her in real life. She’s furthermore one of the warmest, most supportive people you could encounter - her support was what gave Azre the courage to publicly transition before he started to gain confidence, and the quick wit and situational awareness she possess makes her good at both cheering up a person and helping them find rational solutions to their problems.

Erza still has her problems, regardless of how together she seems to be. Supporting her brother her entire life and socializing entirely with him, alongside a lack of apparent real social skills herself, has left her incredibly inept at making friends her own age. Beyond the appearance she puts on to appease adults and other professionals, she’s beyond awkward, often not knowing what to talk about or more importantly how to - leaving her shy and letting her brother do the talking. She’s prone to depression and anxiety due to her lonely nature and her brother slowly gaining independence, feeling left behind despite everything. When mad, unlike getting hot-headed like her twin, she has a colder anger - a million-yard stare that could pierce steel, and that quick, dry wit finding the best way to tear a person apart piece by piece, or ruin their life. Erza doesn’t take prisoners.

The twin’s relationship has directly affected either of their personalities drastically. While incredibly close as children and only growing closer through their modeling career, Azre’s transition and subsequent personality change as he grew in popularity left Erza reeling. He was the first to break from their obviously codependent relationship while still retaining a degree of obsessive control over their relationship - using Erza emotional labor when needed and nitpicking about appearance, both physically and emotionally. Erza’s been left confused as what to do as a result - her brother is obviously taking her for granted, but he still needs her, so it’s not like she can just cast him aside. They’ve been through too much together anyways, and despite everything they’re still a unit - even if there’s Azre and Erza, and Azre Sundown himself, but no Erza Sundown. Erza has yet to discover herself without defining herself by her twin brother.

Aura and Semblance: Azre has a slightly smaller aura than normal, leaving him a poor defense in a warm blood orange/red. Erza’s aura is slightly stronger than her brother, colored gold. In a rare case of hereditary semblances affecting both twins at once, both Erza and Azre have the same one: Appearance Manipulation. Both can willingly change how they appear to other people on an individual basis, with one important distinction: Azre’s semblance makes him more appealing, while Erza’s terrifies.

Azre’s semblance allows him to cater to what people find most attractive. His voice becomes more enchanting and captivating, his hair might lengthen, and or he’ll grow taller - whatever the person’s type is, the more one-on-one time he spends with them, the more he’ll slowly morph to become that. This change is an illusion, only he and the person he chooses can see, and while milder features such as a captivating voice and constantly-perfect hair can be used in groups of people (and can only be used for 6+ hours within a day before sleeping, recharging, etc.) the ability to morph into what a person finds most attractive can only happen in one-on-one interactions. Azre’s unable to control the features he picks up in this form (at least yet) though he is aware of what he changes to look like, only able to control the intensity of his “charm”. While the captivating voice, flawless skin, and perfect hair are passive and can be maintained by Azre for several hours on end - most commonly in popular social situations, altering his appearance to best appeal to a person has a maximum usage time of up to an hour. This allusion can be shattered if the person he's talking to touches him, or he himself is distracted and drops the illusion, as it requires intense concentration and attention to keep up. It can furthermore be shattered if the person he's talking to gets distracted by anything or anybody else.

Erza’s semblance manifests in changing her appearance to appeal to a person’s greatest fears. Best used in combat, she’ll appear larger, stronger, and more terrifying than she really is - taking on animalistic traits such as sharpened claws, fangs, glowing eyes, and a wild mane of hair- an illusion that can only be maintained for up to 6 hours before rest is necessary. The more of her aura she pours into her semblance, the more stereotypically "scarier" it gets, to the point of growing extra arms, getting extra eyes, sharper teeth, etc. A generally scary allusion can be maintained for up to several hours by Erza, as it's a passive ability, but gaining any of the extra traits puts a greater drain on her, and maintaining a large, terrifying illusion can drain her aura completely within an hour. Just like Azre, her allusion can be shattered if she's distracted and if anybody or anything comes into contact with her (that she wasn't initially holding) when starting the illusion. Finally, while the more terrifying version of her monstrous persona can appear to everyone (unlike her brother gaining traits of what appeals most to a person), if she's distracted or her concentration from maintaining the more intimidating illusion is diverted, it drops completely.

The supposed physical changes for either twin are only illusionary, and they actually don’t get any of the traits they take on. This can hypothetically be done if either Azre or Erza pour their entire aura into maintaining the illusion. This is less useful for Azre, as his appearance will simply change temporarily, but has a much greater physical application Erza, as she’ll temporarily gain the height, strength, and wild attributes of her more intimidating persona. However, doing this is currently beyond either twin’s skill level, and the one time it did ever activate for either, Erza could only hold her new appearance for 10 seconds before her aura was completely depleted. Furthermore, either twin can hypothetically access the other twin’s form of appearance manipulation, but are yet to learn how to do so.

Combat Behavior: As anticipated, Erza and Azre fight best when working together or with a team. Their lifetime together has made them masters of body language, often creating strategic plans with just a few gestures that would be invisible to anybody else - allowing for unanticipated and sudden attacks by both twins. Azre acts mostly as a brawler and partial skirmisher, wielding his axe with hard and sudden strikes that will often leave an opponent staggering, working best within close range. Erza will then distract their opponent with ranged shots, or provide cover fire for her brother. When fighting together in melee combat, the twins work astoundingly well back-to-back. Azre will usually follow his orders, as Erza’s typically the one to come up with a better plan. If forced into one-on-one combat (which is a less than preferential scenario for either), both are surprisingly capable of using their semblance offensively - Erza’s is naturally excellent for startling and intimidating opponents, while Azre can at least throw them off temporarily by appearing extremely beautiful.

Both twins struggle when in one-on-one combat, as they’re used to fighting and training as a pair. Without the other, they often feel disconcerted on the battlefield - it’s like losing a limb, as they’re used to covering each other’s weaknesses. Azre’s absolutely useless at long-range due to the melee-based features of his weapon, and is incredibly vulnerable to snipers or frankly anybody with a rifle. He furthermore doesn’t have an advantage in combat afforded to him by a semblance, so needs to use everything that’s presented in the beginning of the fight in order to win. Erza’s more covered since the nature of her weapons affords her both close combat and mid-range capabilities, and can at least hide behind her cape when in the case of a sniper; but that doesn’t cover all scenarios.

WEAPON - Azre

Name: Saxobeat

Primary Form: Saxobeat is a golden-brass saxophone owned by Azre. The saxophone has a one-sided axe head built into the bell of the body, rendering it usable as a blunt-force cutting weapon as well as a completely usable musical instrument. By pulling a trigger located in the bend of the mouth pipe, Azre is able to activate the dust-based flamethrower built into the neck of the saxaphone - sending out up to 10 meter bursts of flames for 30 seconds at a time, before a reload of the dust chamber is necessary. The flamethrower in the saxophone can only be activated by blowing into the mouthpiece at the same time.

Secondary Form: By plugging Saxobeat into a round tube-shaped speaker he carries at his hip, Azre is able to rapidly amp up Saxobeat’s sound to an incredibly painful deterrent tone that’s effective up to 200 meters - temporarily paralyzing opponents in pain. To avoid being affected by Saxobeat’s sound himself, Azre (and anybody else in the immediate vicinity) must use sound-canceling earbuds.

Tertiary Form: Saxobeat is carried in a specially-modified saxophone case.

Dust Functions: Saxobeat’s “flamethrower” functions by loading pure powdered dust into a cartridge in the body of the saxophone. The flamethrower can hold a sustained blast for up to 30 seconds as long as the cartridge is full, the effects of the blast depending on the type of dust loaded:

Fire: creates a 10 meter blast of flames, burning on contact.
Ice: creates a 10 meter cone of ice dust, freezing surfaces on contact and causing frostbite.
Electric: Creates a bolt of lighting, consuming the entire cartridge at once; discharging up to 100 meters depending on the location of the target.

History: Saxobeat was made by a professional weaponsmith, comissioned by Azre once he decided to enroll in combat school, with the strict instructions of “...looking as badass as possible.”

WEAPONS - Erza

Name: Dynami

Primary Form: Dynami is a dark-red “cape” with white stripes at the end. Formed of what appear to be heavy fabric, the weave actually consists of a flexible kevlar covering, the inside lined with a chainmail-lock mechanism. When in combat, Erza is able to slide her right arm through a series of fabric loops along Dynami’s front edge, before bringing it up and “snapping” it into place in front of her, causing it to take on it’s primary rigid form - the chainmail mechanism interlocks, forming a surface that’s as hard as any regular metallic shield.

Secondary Form: When not in combat, Erza is able to wear Dynami as exactly what it is - a cape, secured at her left shoulder with a pin in the shape of her and her brother’s symbol. It goes down to approximately waist-height.

Tertiary Form: Dynami is capable of being removed and hung up like a regular cape, but unfortunately it isn’t machine-washable, and must be tended to by hand.

Dust Functions: The white stripes along the bottom of Dynami serve as channels were Dust in the form of glamour is applicable. Adding fire dust would warm Erza, adding ice dust would cool her (what she prefers to use in the hot deserts of Vacuo). She prefers to not use beyond those types, as anything else is just relatively uncomfortable.

History: Dynami was a joint effort between the weaponsmith that built Saxobeat and a guild of seamstresses that Erza commissioned, working to create a weapon that would help make up for her brother’s weaknesses while still allowing her a modicum of comfort.

Name: Coreiseuse

Primary Form: Coreiseuse is a double-bladed shortsword with a blade length of 24 inches, made of black metal with red highlights. The blade is capable of being dual-weilded with Dynami as Erza snaps it quickly to and from shield mode, and provides her with a short-range option when working alongside her brother in close combat.

Secondary Form: By pressing a button on the hold of her sword, The blades of Ferrum collapse inwards while a hidden barrel running the length of the blade extends. The hilt extends grows to become the butt of a rifle, and Coreiseuse becomes a standard lever-action rifle with a 5-bullet magazine and simple iron sights. Capable of sniping up to 450 yards, Erza uses the rifle without Dynami in battle to provide long-range cover for allies.

Tertiary Form: Coreiseuse is carried in a metal sheath on Erza’s right hip, held in by a series of magnets to prevent it from falling out.

Dust Functions: In it’s secondary form, Coreiseuse is capable of using dust-tipped bullets. In its primary form, a cartridge of dust can be loaded into the hilt of the sword.

Ice: Gives blade a frostlike sheen, capable of freezing enemies with contact. Good for up to five hits with an opponent, or a two full minutes of freezing blade.
Fire: Lights blade aflame, chance of burning on contact. Good for up to 5 hits with an opponent or a full two minutes of fire.
Electric: Electrocutes enemies on-contact with the sword, single-use.
Kinetic: Allows for a greater amount of force to be applied when swinging. Good for up to 5 hits with an opponent or two full minutes of use.

History: Commissioned by Erza by the same hunter who made Saxobeat, Erza requested a sword with an inbuilt rifle “To accommodate for my brother’s ridiculous weapon.”

Through a combination of sleep deprivation and curiosity I've come to ponder: how are most character's semblances most commonly discovered? Was it a traumatic event and unlocked through stress? A goal they managed to achieve after working long and hard for it? Or was it a literal physical event? For example, and in my character's cases:

Prism: Seeing your father eaten alive in front of you is quite a stress-inducing situation, and caused for the little gal's windy powers to kick in full force and send her flying.

Jima: A bump to the head knocked her senses loose, literally.

CHARACTER

Name: Jina Purpora

Age: 19, Born 1st of Amare

Species and Gender: Human Female

Symbol:  Purple book

Occupation: 3rd Year Beacon Student

Appearance: Jina is a fairly tall woman at 5’10”, weighing approximately 150 lbs. Sporting a curvy figure with a DD chest and wide hips, she’s conventionally attractive, further improved by good muscle tone and long legs. Her black hair is done back in dreadlocks that come down to her waist with lavender tips and the occasional silver band. She wears a large pair of perfectly round glasses, though they’re mostly for show - she simply enjoys the aesthetic. She has a small overbite, and coupled with wide lips and a straight nose, she’s rather adorable. 

Jina prefers tight clothing to avoid loose ends that may create problems in combat, though she has a soft spot for most forms of silver jewelry. She’s commonly seeing wearing knee-high combat over a pair of lace leggings, a dark-purple skirt offset by a black belt around her middle, which she uses to hang her mace from. She usually wears a dark red sleeveless tank, and over that a black leather jacket with shoulder spikes, personally modified by her to have strengthened bracers. On her back she wears a harness that usually has a four-sided metal pyramid attached to it, used to carry Grab n’ Go into combat.

The most notable attribute of Jina’s appearance are the tattoos she has, only a few of which can be seen over her everyday clothing. All the tattoos are matching, done in white ink with red highlights, which stand out beautifully against her dark skin. On her back is a Nevermore in white, the grimm’s wings extending down the back of her upper arms, and the heak and beak visible on the back of her neck when her hair is up. A King Taijitu spirals down the length of her right leg, one head disappearing underneath her skirt while the other lays coiled at her ankle. A front-facing Goliath, her first and favorite tattoo, is located directly underneath her sternum - and she’s still planning on where to put a Death Stalker. If asked for the motivation behind the tattoos, she’ll simply state “Because they’re bitchin’!”

History: Jima was initially a quiet girl, raised by overprotective parents in a middle class family, safely located in central Vale. Her bookish nature as a child didn’t afford her many friends, and her parents would never let her visit anybody else anyways - so she compensated through reading. Her reading preferences led her quickly to historical texts, the ones that detailed the wars between kingdoms and the way hunters and huntresses would fight for the safety of their people - all against these fascinating creatures known as Grimm, a mysterious species that the human race knew little about. Her parents adored her reading habits, and would help provide as many texts as she liked - so despite being a loner throughout childhood, she was perfectly happy in her written world.

This all changed dramatically at age 11, when her class took a field trip took a trip to a historical landmark not far outside the kingdom of Vale. She’d practically begged her parents to let her attend, as it was the sight of an infamous battle between Kingdoms - the educational nature of the trip, alongside the fact they’d be personally escorted several student teams from Beacon eventually convinced them to relent. However, the somber nature of the visit as their teacher recounted the the story of what happened on the historical sight quickly took their toll on the impressionable young children, and soon the whole field trip was permeated by sad melancholy - which was enough to start attracting the attention of Grimm in the nearby forest.

They Grimm came on faster than the students could anticipate, and soon the field trip was thrown into chaos. Children were running for their lives as the fledgling hunters attempted to defend the class, teachers couldn’t gain control as panicked children fled everywhere - and amongst the chaos, Jima sat enraptured, watching a mock-makeup of the historical battles she’d read about all her life happen right in front of her. The final straw came when a large Nevermore, attracted by the chaos, chose the frozen young woman as a target and dived at her. Jima would’ve been eaten then and there if it weren’t for a student tackling her out of the way of the dive - but the push caused Jima to be knocked unconscious as she hit her head on the ground.

When she woke up again, everything was groggy and displaced. She could see her body from across the hospital room, and was hearing her mother’s sobbing from over her shoulder. She could smell the flowers next to her bedside as if her nose was buried in them, she could taste the bitter black coffee in the cup her father was holding - and when she tried to speak to them to let them know she was awake, her voice came from the foot of her bed despite her mouth still moving. The knock to her head had literally shook all of her senses loose, leaving them scattered in the vicinity around her body - accidentally kickstarting her semblance for the first time, and leaving her a stranger in her own body. Furthermore, she couldn’t find a way to return her senses to her body beyond the sense of touch, essentially leaving her stranded.

Despite this seemingly horrific predicament, Jima took in stride - something had changed in her, after seeing a Grimm attack first-hand. Her fanatic obsession with history had shifted, landing on the soulless creatures that had been humanity's scourge as long as anybody could remember. Seeing them in person had utterly captivated her, and while she still understood the necessity of killing the creatures, she now had a new goal in mind - to know everything about them instead.

She quickly adapted to her altered state of mind, learning to think of her now freely-moving senses as limbs, instead of just parts of her body. She could will her voice, sense of taste, eyesight and hearing - alongside her sense of touch - giving her an entirely new perspective of life. Her new obsessive attitude regarding Grimm somewhat scared her parents as she devoured every academic text about them she could get her hands on, and they eventually yielded to her begging request to enroll in Signal Academy, figuring the harsh training and lifestyle would scare some sense back into the formerly bookish girl - but instead it only invigorated her further. She reveled in the physical aspect and excelled in the academic, managing to graduate near the top of her class before applying to Beacon - and passed the entrance exam with ease, albeit with some difficulty in the physical aspect.

During her first years at Beacon, her passion for the soulless creatures only grew, and as she matured she decided to do something to honor the creatures that had given her a new passion in life - getting her first tattoo, a Goliath, on her sternum. Each further year at Beacon warranted another tattoo, with the Nevermore appearing on her back during her second year, and the King Taijitu being freshly inked onto her leg as she returned to the school for her third year. Her offsetting obsession with the creatures of Grimm made her difficult to get along with despite her friendly and upbeat attitude, coupled by a somewhat-obvious lack of social skills as a result of overprotective parents for so many years. She never stayed friends with her team members for long, and would constantly transfer - never serving as a leader, instead being assigned a new one every year, with her third year at Beacon yielding her third, and hopefully final, team.

During her time at Beacon, her fascination with Grimm and zest for the hunter lifestyle has allowed her to grow close to multiple professors - to the point where she proposed a new mechanism to help capture Grimm in the field, she was able to take the design into Beacon’s weapon workshop and emerge with a prototype. Her determination to study the mysterious creatures has resulted and in the creation of the Grab n’ Go 1.0, an experimental device she carries with her in the field that can (likely) easily be used to temporarily detain small and medium-sized Grimm by tying them up without major bodily harm, allowing for closer study before bludgeoning them to death. With the obsession of a lifetime and a passion that never dies, Jima’s determined to find a new team and stick with them to finally get that elusive sense of teamwork that’s slipped by her for the last two years - and hopefully, convince them to help her capture more Grimm!

Personality: Despite Jima’s lack of social skills as a child, the young woman’s zest for life has morphed her into a friendly, charismatic young woman with an accidentally creepy nature. She loves to talk and chat, using any conversation as a form of verbal brainstorming - and will often be found scribbling in a well-worm notebook while in conversation, whether it’s anything from her latest sketch of a Grimm she recently encountered to more plans and prototypes to improve the Grab n’ Go. Her passion for reading as a young woman hasn’t faded in time, and can often be found with her nose buried in a book. She happily serves as an excellent tutor as a result, with her passion for knowledge being practically contagious and a nearly endless amount of patience carefully cultivated from years of building and creation. Her sense of humor can be a little twisted and dark at times with a certain dryness, and her words are often incredibly blunt.

The one problem with being a chatterbox with a Grimm obsession is that Jima can be fairly socially oblivious. She’s so caught up in her own little world that insults slip right by her, whether she accidentally insults someone herself or someone is making fun of her. Coupled with this social incompetence and the nature of her semblance alongside a penchant for collecting as much data as she can, she’s something of a natural gossip - sending her eyesight and hearing roving wherever, picking up all the data she can. This awkwardness and her obsession with a soulless murdering species can make it hard for Jima to forge close friendships, and she’s never really had anybody she’s been particularly close to outside her parents - but even if she’s secretly lonely, she still her studies to bury herself in. It doesn’t help her case the nature of her semblance can inverdently creep people out, as her physical body will often gaze out into space while her eyesight is elsewhere, or her voice will emanate from halfway across the room when she’s sitting elsewhere - though on the plus side, this has made her excellent at pranks.

Jima rarely gets mad, only usually getting frustrated when someone is being purposefully obtuse. She’s been going alone in her passion her entire life, and has learned to let the awkward glances and words slip away. She only really gets upset if someone is insulting her passion directly to her face, repeatedly, and telling her it’s a waste of time - then she’ll get concerningly quiet, withdrawing into herself and ignoring the outside world before she manages to shove the emotions away and continue on with a faux-cheery mood. She’s not very good at dealing with mad or sad people, having enough trouble managing her own negative emotions, and defeat/guilt is an entire other ballpark.

Aura and Semblance: Jima has a slightly larger-than-average aura, proving to be a deep royal purple that goes along with her eye color. She’s especially good at detecting the presence of Grimm.

Her semblance has both active and passive functions, and she’s nicknamed it “Information Overload”. After a bump on the head as a child, Jima’s senses were essentially knocked loose from her head, and she’s now able to move them almost as individual “limbs” - this extends to sight, hearing, sense of taste/ability to speak, and touch. It’s passive as this is something she can never really turn off, as she’s yet to return her senses to her own body beyond her sense of touch, but she can thankfully actively control where they travel within a certain radius. She still 180° of vision, and 360° hearing, but they now can be moved autonomously with alongside her other senses. Touch is the one ability she’s learned to essentially transfer between her body and traveling around her however, though to keep a degree of familiarity with her surroundings, she prefers to keep her sense of touch within her body. She still 180° of vision, and 360° hearing, but they now can be moved autonomously with no effort. The placement of her senses in the space around her is intangible and cannot be sensed, though they are blocked by tangible objects such as walls. Her senses furthermore have a limit - up to 40 meters from her body, it starts to become difficult to hear/speak/see, and while she can push her senses up to 50 meters it becomes progressively blurrier/harder to hear/speaks in a whisper, etc.

Her semblance has a major downside however - wherever she’s cast her senses, her body is left without that sense. If she’s looking elsewhere her body is effectively blind, if her hearing is across the roof she’s deaf to the conversation next to her, and if she’s having a conversation with someone in the next room, she wouldn’t be able to answer the people in front of her without being mute. She therefore prefers to keep the majority of her senses close to her body at all times so she’s not left helpless - and if she needs to cast more than two major ones, will find a safe place to do it from.

Combat Behavior: Jima’s a fast-moving upfront brawler with a brutal attack style, approaching opponents the same way she approaches everything: head-on. Despite her mace possessing an internal shotgun, she’s more physically comfortable with it in it’s non-gun form, thinking of it in the same way she does the rest of her senses - as an extension of her body. The same applies to her mace when in flail mode. She prefers not to waste time if there’s any to take, and will strike unexpectedly, leading her to developing a surprising physical style when combined with the martial arts she’s been trained in through her time at Beacon and Signal. This is further aided by creative use of the grappling hook in the end of her Mace, often using it to trip, tie up, or otherwise maneuver when in battle. She also enjoys banter when fighting - rambling on about something or other during a battle to distract her opponent, exchanging quips and the occasional insult when she manages to think of one in time.

Jima’s semblance gives her a perfect view of the battlefield at all times, along with a severe physical advantage - it’s impossible to physically blind or deafen her, as her senses are separate from her body. While she’s still feel the pain of the attack, as long as that particular sense is physically elsewhere and her aura is still operative, she’ll be able to push through it and continue to battle. While separating her sense of touch from her physical body would in theory allow her to continue to fight without pain, it automatically snaps back into her body whenever she receives a brutal attack or her aura is depleted completely, allowing her to remain cognitively aware of her surroundings at most times. While Jima will jump at any opportunity to use the Grab n’ Go on a Grimm, she hesitates when using it on humans except in dire situations - personally understanding it’s painful effectiveness.

Despite Jima’s strength as a frontline brawler, she still possess multiple weakness; primarily of being absolutely useless in ranged combat. She’s a melee combatant with a gun that becomes ineffective at long range, so she’s easily vulnerable to sniper shots or other forms of attacks at even from a medium distance. Furthermore, while her larger size and strength are useful, that’s left her less agile than she likes. Her weapon doesn’t possess a propulsion system that many students do, and while she does her best to make up for that with the grappling hook, she’s still at a clear disadvantage. Finally, if she’s caught unaware with the majority of her primary senses elsewhere, you can literally sneak up to her by just walking up, as she’s practically helpless in that form, and won’t notice the presence of others until her senses return to within range of her body, or she’s physically touched.

WEAPON

Name: Goliath

Primary Form: A 26-inch black all-metal mace with a thick handle and spiked head, Goliath is a deadly weapon that serves multiple functions. The head of the weapon is composed of 4 metal bands that curve to form a diamond shape, outlined with multiple metallic spikes. The spikes are retractable, allowing for safe carry outside of combat. The neck of the mace is thick, housing both the chain that allows for the head to detach to become flail and the weapon’s shotgun mechanism. The lower half of the weapon has a similar diamond-shaped though much smaller, and has a rubber grip to allow for better hold alongside a long wrist strap. The diamond at the end of the mace can open by twisting the metallic grip, revealing a spiked claw - and can then be fired from the end of the weapon, serving as a grappling hook that can extend up to 100 meters and is attached to the end of the weapon by carbon-nanofiber cabling that’s usually stored in the hilt of the weapon.

Secondary Form: Goliath has two secondary forms: that of a flail, and a shotgun. When the flail is activated, the head of the mace detaches from the body and is connected by a silver chain that’s 36 inches along. The shotgun form of Goliath requires the head to be attached to the body. The diamond-shaped head can be opened up and the barrel of the gun extends, allowing Jima to fire the weapon via a pump built into the grip. The magazine of the shotgun only holds 5 shots at the time, and can be reloaded through the barrel of the gun in the neck of the weapon.

Tertiary Form: When not in combat, the mace’s spikes are able to retract to make it safer and easier to carry.

Dust Functions: Various types of dust can be loaded into the head of the mace in either regular or flail mode, allowing for the head to be electrified, lit on fire, frozen, etc. The barrel of the weapon can furthermore be loaded with bullets tipped with the intended type of ice.

History: Forged and constantly upgraded during her time at Beacon, Goliath started as a mace with flail capabilities. Jima upgraded the mace to have to have the internal shotgun and the grappling hook after her lack of mobility on the battle made itself apparent, as did her disadvantage to students with guns.

Name: Grab n’ Go 1.1

Primary Form: The Grab n’ Go usually appears as a black metallic pyramid with a 12 inch-by-12 inch base attached to a harness on Jima’s back. When loaded onto the tip of Goliath in shotgun mode and fired without bullets in the magazine, the pyramid can shoot forwards from the tip of the mace at a high velocity. When fired, Jima is then capable of using a secondary remote attached to the buckles of her harness to cause every corner of the pyramid to separate from the main body, attached by the same carbon nanofiber cable in her grappling hook. These corners then transform into serrated hooks. When the primary body of the Grab n’ Go makes contact with a target, it automatically attaches itself through a series of metallic spines that shoot out, and the four serrated hooks can either fire into nearby solid surfaces and pull taunt, essentially trapping the target against it. The Grab n’ Go can also act as a bola when fired with a spin from Goliath’s barrel, wrapping around the target.

Tertiary Form: A small black pyramid that Jima wears attached to a harness on her back.

Dust Functions: None at the moment, though Jima’s drafting the plans.

History: Planned by Jima in her second year in Beacon and perfected by her third, the Grab n’ Go is Jima’s beginning to finding safer and more effective ways of immobilizing Grimm in the field for safe study. The current Grab n’ Go is only capable of immobilizing Grimm up to the size of a small Ursa (and even that’s a stretch). The 1.0 version that automatically deployed on first contact instead of on command was quickly retired before it left the workshop - an accidental misfire proved its effective use on human subjects though, which Jima still has the scars to prove.

CHARACTER

Name: Prism Skylark

Age: 19, born 1st of Hua, 61 AC

Species and Gender: Female Hummingbird Faunus

Symbol: A 3-point sniper's reticle inside a 3-prong hurricane.

Occupation: 1st Year Beacon Student, Seamstress by commission

Themes: Let it All Out - Personal Theme
The Phoenix - Fallout Boy - Combat Theme

Appearance: Prism Skylark is a young, lean-bodied woman that stands at the towering height of 4’11” and 124lbs. True to her name, Prism’s hair is a deep sky blue in a choppy windswept bob that ends at her chin, complemented by wide grey eyes and pale skin, dusted in freckles. With a straight nose, thin lips, and a sharply-angled face; Prism is often mistaken for older than she actually is. She has wide shoulders for her height and good muscle definition, especially in her arms and shoulders thanks to a lifetime of parkour and flying. 

As a hummingbird faunus of the tropical variety, Prism possesses a pair of iridescent blue-green hummingbird wings that sprout from the center of her back, near the top of her shoulder blades. When extended, she has a wingspan of approximately 14 feet, and is able to beat them at the rate of approximately 10 beats per second. In order to accommodate for such an extreme change in typical human musculature, Prism has a few changes to her anatomy that allows her to take flight. Underneath her pectoralis major, Prism has a tight band of muscle around her chest (essentially a second set of pecs and the corresponding posterior muscles) that correspond with the additional limbs on her back. Their rapid undulation is what allows her to take flight. She additionally has extremely low body fat and a high metabolism.

Day-to-day, Prism wears primarily backless clothing to accommodate for her wings, and has personally tailored her school uniform to fit. Her combat outfit consists of a sleeveless suit jacket in dark blue over a women's dress shirt paired with a white ascot. She wears an ammunition belt for the sake of easy reloading with Hawk's Eye's normal cartridges, alongside individual sniper ammunition, on it, alongside backups in her pockets. The one amenity she allows herself in battle is the high-heeled wedge boots she constantly wears, bringing her height up by a full five inches. The final addition to her combat outfit is a pair of flight goggles that are usually pulled down over her eyes during combat.

History: The world of Remnant has a very good reason to maintain its colorful facade. In a world where darkness is analogous to the destruction of civilized society, ensuring the well-being of humanity is essentially a survival strategy. But the tragedy and trauma of the Grimm cast an eternal shadow for so many people

Prism Skylark was one of those whose former life was lost in the depths of that shadow.

Prism was originally born in a small settlement far south of Vale in a tiny town called Southern Pine Glen. The village was notable only for its train station as the final refueling point for the Intercontinental Sanus Railroad before crossing the border into Vacuan territory. The total population of the village was last accounted at seventy-six.

Among the seventy-six in this tight knit community was Blanc Skylark, a hawk faunus with oversized wings who worked as the local blacksmith. Skylark Steelworks was once the other reason Southern Pine Glen was on the map — Blanc was massively talented for someone who lived in relatively nowhere, and would commonly make and design weapons for hunters. His wife Rose was a hummingbird faunus who worked in conjunction with her husband, with a Masters in Textiles and a market niche designing combat outfits. The two managed to maintain a relatively middle-class lifestyle despite their relative isolation; and eventually started a family in the seemingly sleepy town.

Prism was eventually born as the runt of triplets when Rose and Blanc decided to start a family. Unlike her hawkish siblings — Aiden and Kenna — Prism was a hummingbird like her mother. The three sisters, thick as thieves, had a relatively happy if isolated childhood. All three were homeschooled by Rose, assisting in her sewing and design early in the day. Blanc knew the dangers of having his family live in such a remote location, and taught his daughters to fight against both human and Grimm with any weapon they could get ahold of, placing an emphasis on using their wings for advantage in battle. He constantly pitted the three sisters against each other in friendly competition, betting the night’s dishes on who’d come first in races, obstacle courses, and friendly skirmishes. She rapidly learned how to use her size and speed to her advantage in order to avoid being bowled over by her bigger siblings, and doing dishes for five.

When not at home, the three siblings would explore the thick surrounding pine forests. They’d hone their fathers lessons, scale tall trees, and perilously leap off cliffs to take advantage of their natural gifts. Being the smallest of the three, it wasn’t uncommon for Prism to be left behind by her bigger siblings in the rush of exploration. Thankfully, Prism wasn’t one to pout. She instead learned to slow down, appreciate nature, and occasionally snipe small wildlife with a slingshot thrown together by her father for her 10th birthday. Despite her hummingbird heritage, it was evident that Prism was the child who inherited her father’s eye for detail.

This happy childhood wasn’t something that could last forever, though.

Shortly after Prism and her siblings thirteenth birthday, a stranger showed up on the doorstep to their cottage. Prism was the one who answered the door to a mountain of a woman demanding to speak to Blanc, and obviously not anticipating children. Prism only got the giant’s name — Rowena — before her mother pushed her back into the house, her father got into the front hallway, and the triplets were banished to their room.

Thankfully, the subsequent argument from downstairs made the floorboards vibrate, so it wasn’t hard to learn the truth.

Rowena Skylark was Blanc’s long-estranged twin sister, having tracked down her brother after nearly fifteen years of no contact. Rowena came with a message and a warning: she was first of the forward guard. The rest of the Skylark clan (originating from Menagerie) had finally tracked down their wayward son, and several of the more pertinent and powerful members of the family were on their way to ‘persuade’ him to rejoin the central clan, including their primary patriarch. The Valish Skylarks had maybe twelve hours to prepare.

After their father yelled himself hoarse and their mother’s staccato screeching ran out, Rowena’s ejection from the household was punctuated by the sound of fist meeting bone and a slamming door. The triplets weren’t allowed any further than their room, and the night eventually ended after the delivery of dinner from their mother. Despite their crowding questions, she just quietly answered it was an issue to address once everyone managed a good night’s sleep.

Prism wasn’t willing to accept that.

In the newborn teenager’s first act of defiance, Prism found herself staying up until 1am and squeezing out through the skylight in the room she shared with her siblings. She managed to flutter down to the street without detection, practically sprinted the mile to the main thoroughfare of the town, tracked down Rowena — at the only Inn in town.

High on her first taste of rebellion, she made the mistake of breaking into the (unlocked) window where the huntress was staying. Rowena nearly threw her back out the window, before recognizing her kid she briefly managed to converse with before Rose intervened. Prism had questions, and Rowena was entirely unprepared to deal with an overly emotional tween with an entire night’s worth of questions.

What proceeded was the most awkward conversation either ever had.

Prism learned her aunt was a huntress, and an extremely impactful one at that. The Skylarks were from Menagerie, and they tended to be… controlling. Rowena hadn’t seen her brother in fifteen years, and… she knew he had a girlfriend when he left. She just didn’t know they had kids.

She had nieces. They seemed cool.

Rowena learned Prism and her sisters were thirteen but she was the oldest by four minutes, she liked hunting (small wildlife), she wanted to visit the city someday, and being a huntress seemed cool and so did hunter-adjacent things, but she kind of wanted to get into fashion since the trade magazines her mom got seemed neat and she already had to alter most of her clothes anyways so how hard could it be?

They talked until the dawn rose, and the smoke on the horizon became visible in the direction of the Skylark homestead.

Rowena grabbed Prism, stormed out the front door, and burst into the sky with one mighty flap of a wingspan twice as great as Prism’s.

When they finally arrived, they only found fire, ruins, and the Grimm. 

The vestiges of the Skylark clan moved faster than Rowena anticipated. Fifteen years let the vestiges of horrors fade and Blanc was unprepared for the horrors they could bring. The family bulldozed the house, let the forge consume itself, and the subsequent distress attracted the Grimm — Beowolves rummaging through the ruins of the house, Griffins pecking at scattered viscera, and a massive Nevermore snapping at her father as he barely dodged through the air, attempting to retaliate with a white and blue sniper’s rifle.

She can only remember the rest in a series of images.

She screamed, Rowena swore, and her father turned to face them both. Rowena dropped the hummingbird, and threw herself through the air. The nevermore’s beak came down on her distracted father. Prism dove, snatched up the rifle, and — completely failed to do anything before Rowena split the Nevermore’s skull.

Prism saw her father’s limp body fall from its dissolving beak. Something in her soul irrevocably twisted. The heavens opened up, the sky matched her screams, and the world went white.

The hummingbird faunus regained awareness hours later, carefully pried from the remains of a high pine half a mile by a recovery crew; still clutching the remains of a bloody hunter’s weapon. The recovery crew made mention of the unexpected storm that had rolled in during recovery, and a passing huntress that had helped them clean the remainder of the Grimm shortly before departing.

Prism Skylark was subsequently left a traumatized shell of a faunus left to the mercy of the Vale foster care system. Rowena disappeared without a trace, and despite all of her best efforts the hummingbird never managed to make contact. In order to survive a past that tended to resurrect itself in her nightmares and a dangerous semblance she could barely control, the hummingbird’s entire being eventually oriented itself towards achieving a single goal:

Becoming a huntress, and never being helpless, ever again.

Personality: When first encountering Prism Skylark, your immediate impression of her is frugal professionalism. Her good posture and confident carry give a feel of discipline and authority, and she speaks in a tactical and delegated way, preferring not to waste precious time or resources - she’s too goal-oriented. While this behavior goes over wonderfully with teachers and figures of authority, it has the tendency to isolate her from peers her age.

This veneer doesn’t go away when you get to know her, either.

Prism’s abject professionalism isn’t just about first impressions: it's a lifestyle. An air of discipline necessary to maintain at all times, because she has a goal that’s necessary to achieve. She wants to be a huntress, and she’ll insure she’s a huntress by any means necessary. So she’s practical and aloof — not one to be bogged down by little things like hobbies, attachments, or sleep. She’s intelligent and observant, with a constant eye towards the world around her and a 4.0 backing up a near-eidetic memory. And she’s always thinking one step ahead, because it’s so easy to lose everything in the single second you look away.

In truth, this thin veneer of professionalism is the only thing holding together the remnants of a very traumatized young woman with struggles with terrible nightmares and a subsequent near-phobia of sleep. She’s terrified of losing everything. So she’ll do everything in her power to ensure she’s never helpless again.

Buried underneath the control freak and the trauma are the remnants of someone who’s quite kind, if you’re willing to wait to see the good in her. Prism Skylark can be endlessly patient in matters outside her chosen career path. She adores learning and is always happy to teach in turn, and subsequently loves in-depth conversations about people’s passions. And even if Prism doesn’t allow herself time for ‘restful’ hobbies, she still has a handful that classify as passable thanks to their practical applications — gardening, baking, sewing and yarn work, and on truly indulgent occurrences, origami.

As a result of seeing her father die at such a young age, Prism suffers heavily from PTSD. She typically doesn't sleep more than 2-4 hours a night before being woken up by nightmares, and therefore survives primarily on caffeine or sugar until she literally collapses from exhaustion for an extended period of time. She also shows signs of hyperarousal - constantly being on the lookout for danger, startled by loud noises/surprises, and constantly needing to have her back to the wall alongside near an exit. Flashbacks to the events of her father's death aren't uncommon, and are triggered by a variety of things, including the sight of carnage, fire, and most primarily Nevermores.

Prism additionally has a tendency to inadvertently channel her semblance when emotional. Getting stressed out will channel a slight breeze, while panic attacks will trigger full blown gusts of wind. It especially has a tendency to manifest as the result of her nightmares, and she tries to avoid falling asleep around other people at the risk of starting an indoor hurricane while unconscious.

Aura and Semblance:Prism’s aura is unusually large for someone her age, manifesting in bright white. When intensely channeling it, it will manifest as white "steam" that drifts off her form, caught in whatever breeze she creates. To help compensate for her lack of physical strength, she's learned to channel her aura to help pack a harder punch, manifesting in either aura-enhanced blows or flinging aura-enhanced crescents off her glaive with a large swing.

Prism’s semblance is something she privately calls ‘Hurricane’s Herald’, but she publicly refers to it as ‘Gust’. Gust allows her to control the air currents in her immediate vicinity, generating everything from mild breezes to massive gusts of wind. With her refined control, she’s capable of creating concentrated ‘bubbles’ of air or small whirlwinds. Prism routinely makes use of her semblance to generate updrafts and minor gusts of wind to maneuver in combat and keep herself hovering when she takes to the air.

The extent of Prism’s semblance extends beyond controlling air currents — a fact she prefers to keep under wraps, because her control of anything outside air currents is ultimately piss-poor. With concentrated effort and the right kind of dust, Prism’s capable of controlling the temperature and subsequent moisture content in the air. This currently means she’s capable of summoning clouds of fog and mist to provide concealment, small bursts of rain, and hypothetically larger storms and even hail.

Prism knows her semblance can generate lightning by emulating the right storm-like conditions, based on her semblance’s initial manifestation. It’s currently a capability far beyond her control.

Combat Behavior:Prism’s a cutthroat sniper with a near-perfect aim, her own motto being to never waste a bullet. When in combat, she prefers to find a high place and set up a nest, waiting and scanning the battlefield for the perfect moment to strike. She uses her wings, semblance, and natural small size to assist in her mobility and agility, allowing her to reach unsuspecting perches and often surprise the enemy.  She furthermore never stays in one place, knowing a stationary sniper is a dead one Thanks to extensive practice using her semblance, she's grown to understand her own limits well, and manages to budget her stamina well enough to stay in the air for extended periods of time.

When forced into close combat, Prism can make efficient use of her rifle’s secondary form. The glaive’s staff keeps Prism from making direct contact with her opponents, and relies primarily on her wings and semblance to boost her agility to stay at least two steps ahead of the enemy. Hawkeye is still capable of firing bullets when in glaive form, only through the pole of the polearm itself; and Prism tends to use the recoil as an additional means to propel herself. The various elemental crescents that Prism creates from her glaive's secondary form can furthermore be bolstered by her winds, giving her the ability to create almost "waves" of fire, ice, etc.

The disadvantage of focusing on long-range combat, agility, and her small stature leave Prism with especially noticeable weaknesses. Firstly is a lack of a familiarity with close-combat situations even if she does have a weapon for the situation, leaving her at a natural disadvantage to anybody who specializes. There's also her small stature and a lack of physical strength, which makes it easy to throw her off-balance, especially with harder hits that send her staggering. If attacked head-on relentlessly, Prism doesn't have the option of playing defense: she either needs to put distance between her and her opponent, or easily succumb to the assault. While she does have mid-range capabilities, they're incredibly limited, and mostly dust-reliant or aura-reliant, and therefore aren't dependable. Finally, if facing absolutely ruthless opponents, there are specific triggers that will cause Prism to essentially become useless as she'd downed with flashbacks and a panic attack, assuring victory for her opponent  - after dealing with the resulting windstorm, of course.


WEAPON

Name: Hawk’s Eye

Primary Form: Hawk’s Eye’s primary form is that of a semiautomatic sniper rifle with added scope that’s accurate up to 800 meters, the metal white with blue accents. Hawk’s Eye has a 5-round internal magazine that Prism can quickly change, but it also has the ability to load individual shots in the form of standard sniper ammunition to be chambered via a bolt-action lever. The barrel has a length of 24 inches, with the added body bringing it up to 44 inches. Hawk’s Eye has a internalized scope and bipod that allows it to stick to any surface for added balance, including uneven ones. The total weight of the rifle totals up to 16 lbs, allowing for Prism to carry it in flight. Prism carries two ammo belts at once, both slung around her hips; one devoted entirely to normal ammunition, while the other is has dust-tipped ammunition, usually carrying two cartridges of most types of dust. A separate pouch in the back holds the dust cartridges necessary for her rifle's secondary form.

Secondary Form: When close-quarters combat is necessary for Prism, Hawk’s Eye primary form can transform into that of a glaive by extending the barrel to become a handle up to 6 feet long, with the body of the rifle folding in to form a one-sided blade 20 inches long. The staff of the glaive stiff functions as a long-distance rifle in this form, as the space for the magazine does remain in the glave’s blade. The blade of the glaive can take on different applications of dust in this form, done by loading a dust-filled cartridge into the back side of the blade.

Fire: Lights blade on fire, can create sweeping crescent of flames that expands outwards when swung. Can be used to create 5 crescents or individual strikes.
Ice: Covers blade in ice, creates a freezing crescent when swung filled with small ice particles - useful to blind enemies. If stabbed into the ground, can create an ice-slicked surface expanding in a straight line from the point the blades strikes. Can be used to create 5 crescents or individual strikes.
Lighting: Electrocutes blade of the glaive and enemies on contact. Lightning can leap off the blade in this form, with an effective range of 100 meters, but it's only good for one charge.
Wind: Creates crescent-shaped gust of wind when glave is swung (not depleting aura). Good for 5 crescents or strikes, and can create minor whirlwinds if thrust forwards/upwards.
Earth: Creates a sandstorm when swung, used to blind enemies/provide cover.
Gravity/Kinetic: Increases the force of the glaive when swung, effectively doing 1.5x more damage, but only good for 3 strikes.

Tertiary Form: When not in combat, Hawk’s Eye is able to fold up its internal components to form a shoebox-sized steel box that Prism can carry at her waist on her back.

Dust Functions: Hawk’s Eye’s sniper form has none, accept when loaded with dust-tipped bullets, which then would carry the predicted effect (fire-type dust creating a flaming bullet, ice-typed bullet freezing a body part on impact, etc). In it’s secondary form, a dust cartridge can be loaded into a slot at the base of the blade of the glave, allowing the blade to take on the dust’s intended effects. This manifests in the blade being covered by the corresponding dust effect (fire dust lighting on the blade on fire, ice dust causing it to freeze, etc) and when slashed through the air, send out crescent-shaped waves that correspond with the dust’s intended effect, giving Prism a small range of secondary attacks.

History: Hawk’s Eye was a sniper rifle created by Prism’s father for an unknown client shortly before his death, and was used by Blanc to attempt to defend himself from the Nevermore that attacked his house and family. Prism managed to rescue the rifle but failed to save her father; and it’s now one of the last remaining pieces she has of her family, making her value it dearly. 

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