CHARACTER

Name: Ramad An-Nar [Ru-mod Uhn-Nar]

Age: 19

Species and Gender: Male Faunus-Desert Hare

Symbol: Golden yellow oil lamp

Occupation: Beacon Student/ Literal Bastard

Appearance: Sample Text

History: Son of high ranking human, had an affair that resulted in him, his semblance is hereditary in their family making it impossible to claim he isn't his, sent to Beacon to "Improve relations within Vale," obvious attempt to get him away from rest of family. Need to watch Fking World of remnant shit to figure out where from. Planned around arabic styled background if possible.

The An-Nar family has always been a prominent figure within Vacuo, dating back to when the country had still been able to avoid the covetous gaze of it's neighbors. Throughout history they have always been on top, earliest records linking them back to a small village's cheif, in the days of a separated but amicable Vacuo. As the kingdoms started taking they're own swipes at Vacuo, the An-Nar, rather than fight the obviously superior military might of these interlopers, were savvy enough to prove invaluable too any forces that may come through, providing them intel, supplies, and other such amenities, whilst making a contract with each declaring the city the An-Nars called their home nuetral territory as it were

Personality: Cocky, confident, persona crafted due to early familial abuse over his "mistake" status. Tend's to get fidgety when bored. Perfectionist, agonizing over small mistakes and will often train to a dangerous degree to remove errors, though will do so away from others. Extrovert, enjoys going out, being around people, and craves to let people know he is there.

Aura and Semblance:

-Name:Djinn

-Type: Conjuration

-Purpose: Utility (The effect is neutral, neither offensive nor defensive. However, with enough creativity they can be used as such)

-Short description: Allows Ramad to create a large aural construct of the upper torso of a man, mid section and below trialing away. Can be controlled to fight alongside him in battle.



-Activation Cue: (how would you be able to tell the semblance is being used if it appeared on the show. examples being Yang's hair igniting, or Emerald's metallic screech)

-Range: Medium for about throwing distance

-General limitations: Can only be summoned 9 minutes a day, up to 3 minutes when called, and can only travel up to medium distance from user.

-Passive ability(s) (if any):  Maintains ability to telepathically command it, as well as be aware of it's surrondings.

-Dust interaction (insert dust type here): Can be imbued with one of 4 elements when summoned from dust thrower

-Notes: Any damage it takes its taken from users aura,  albeit at a quarter of the original amount. Passed down family line.


Combat Behavior:  Sample Text

Notes: Based upon an amalgamation of characters in 1001 Arabian nights

WEAPON

Name: Hamia [Ha-me-ah]

Primary Form: A large Scimitar that hangs from Ramad's back most times, the blade being approxiametly 3/4 his hieght. Being a traditional scimitar, there are very few modifications to the weapon from it's original form, though the blade is polished to a silvery sheen. One of the few changes is a series of furrows along the sword, seemingly decorative carvings, shapes flowing from one into another. The hilt is wrapped in a deep rich scarlet cloth of silk, with the hand gaurd and pommel sporting a golden plating, with a rich deep ruby the size of a childs fist embedded in either side of the pommel. The sheath is wrapped in a deep blue reptilian skin.

Dust Functions: While none inherently, should his construct be imbued with an element through his foci, the Djinn can wield the scimitar wreathed in the coinciding element, seen running through the decorative carvings in the blade

History: A blade Ramad had commissoned as he had trained with his semblance, finding that he needed a blade both fit for his guardian, as well as one that could withstand the rigors of battle without the protection of aura, as the Djinn could not project aura onto a weapon it weilds.

Note: While probably obvious from it's description, Ramad hardly ever uses this weapon, the large piece of metal being clunky and unweildy for his slight frame. It purpose is to be weilded by his construct.

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Name: Tabaqatan [Tah-bah-ka-tan]

Primary Form: A small golden lamp, intricately inlaid with various engravings, it's base acts as a magazine holding 3 uses of elemental dusts.

Dust Functions: Can be used to make a 30 foot cone of dust extending and spreading from it's head, spraying out one of 4 elements, Fire, Ice, Wind, and Lightning. However it's main pourpese is to be a semblance foci, using the lamp to imbue his construct with whichever element he uses within it.

History: This is a device anyone of the An-Nar family gains once their semblance manifests, having been crafted to make their protecters all the more able to protect their charges.

Tenne pulled the sword from between her links, shrugging as C2 joined them on this side of the debris, the two clones now advancing on him as she watched on, "I gotta say I don't really give a flying fuck, but," she said, the two clones now sending their chains ahead as hooks reached for his limbs, each looking to restrain the swordsman arms and legs now, "Get used to seeing it, I plan on getting all the damn way to the end of this fucker, I'm gonna make this whole damn tournament my bitch" she said, tossing the sword behind her as a hiss coated both of her chains in fire, wrapping the pair around each arm as she followed in on the pairs charge, ducking low in a boxers stance as she came in. Springing up, a blazing fist rises as she puts the full weight of her body into an uppercut, a clean blow lifting the boy off the ground. A wide, somewhat daunting smile covers her face as she fights now, blood pumping as it did back in Vytal when she had faced scores of rival gangs, that rush that always came when she finally had power over something in her life. Unbidden, her tail wags as the excitement of the fight overtakes her.

If it lands, she follows up, grabbing his head within her palms and bringing his head down as they return to earth, crashing his head into her rising knee.

(15% Dragonfist , 10% for knee to the face.)

(Tenne=94.5%)

(C1=94.5% 2min 18secs)

(C2=78% 2min 18secs)

Fluores broke into laughter as she saw the small beowulf let loose in front of her, the sounds coming out as gruff huffs.She had to admit, the pint sized Grimm wannabe was adorable, a giant smile plastered on her face as she crouched down, glowing bright orange eyes looking int the mask holes of the boys own.

"Well well well, what's a little pup doing out here, so far from the forest," she said, a deep gravely voice emitting from the costume, "You must be careful here, there's all sorts of dangerous hunters and huntresses out here, looking to scoop up such a fierce looking grimm," she said, standing back up as she offered a paw nearly the size of the boys head to him, "Perhaps we best find your pack hmmm, now help me call them pup," she said, before throwing her head back, a hauntingly realistic howl piercing out as she watched the crowd, a few of the onlookers laughing at their display, though she couldn't seem to find anyone looking for him yet.

The clone let out a loud bark of laughter at his words, languidly swing the blazing hook as she began walking towards him, "Who gives a fuck about that honor bullshit, this whole goddamn event is to show our ability as hunters right," she said, a hiss sounding as her left weight now coated itself in dust as well, a dull yellow glow falling over it. "You think the grimm give a fuck out there what your warriors code is, to them your just a goddamn bag of meat to tear into," she said, thinking back to the ursa that had attacked her on her first real mission, "So to hell with that, I got shit waiting for me back in Vytal, and I'll use every goddamn dirty trick I need to to get back," she said, now racing towards him.

At about 20ft, she slammed the weighted ball into the ground, the impact discharging the dust as jagged, teeth like rocks erupted from the snow, the white fluff filling the air and obscuring more and more vision as a a wave of these quickly raced towards Viridian. As quickly as she had done that, C2 ripped the blazing hook through the first pillar, a chain reaction starting as glowing red shards of stone came from the rocks, shattering in a domino effect.

Seeing the field dissolve into chaos now, C1 and Tenne made their moves, using the cover of the snow and rocks now sailing through the air to circle to either side of him, Tenne on his right and C1 on his left. Tenne sent her hooks hurtling through the air, aiming to bind the boys torso, whilst C1's hooks came in low, attempting to trip up his legs.

(Rock pillars do 8%, flying shards will do about 4 per hit, theres a lot of them so I'll let you decide how many if any hit.)

(Tenne=94.5%)

(C1=94.5% 2min 30secs)

(C2=78% 2min 30secs)

Tenne raised an eyebrow at Bianca's reaction to her statement, the almost 180 in her prodding strange, but didn't pursue it further. If it got her to calm down all the better. Listening to Camellia's response, the faunus gave a cruel bark of laughter at the armored girls remark, "Pretty fucking easy for you to say, what you are is pretty damn important," she said as she adjusted her bag. Hell, with a quick glance she could see 7 humans checking out her ass, and she doubted it was solely due to the effects of her work outs, tail twitching agitatedly behind her. Stepping quickly in the direction off the hall, she continued on, not looking to see if they were following, "Seems to me it's pretty damn obvious from just a walk down the fucking street what you are can attract all sorts of attention."

Been thinking lately about how it'd be nice to have a place to throw out ideas and see what sticks, letting other people give their ideas at wether or not they think a semblance would work or if it needs fine tuning. I know I work better when being able to bounce ideas off of someone.

Semblance template:

-Name:

-User(s):

-Type: Aural (adds properties to aura)/ Conjuration (anything created from aura, whether it be physical, mental, or abstract such as an illusion)/ Conversion (transforms an element into aura or aura into an element)/ Glyph(semblance manifests as glyphs)/Physical(enhances/adds/alters physical capabilities at the cost of aura)/Psychic(enhances/adds/alters mental capabilities with aura)

-Purpose: Offensive (The effect is either directly offensive, or boosts offense) / Defensive (The effect either boosts defense or protects the user.  Aura/Body Recovery also counts) / Utility (The effect is neutral, neither offensive nor defensive. However, with enough creativity they can be used as such)

-Short description: (summarize the semblance in a few words.)

-Activation Cue: (how would you be able to tell the semblance is being used if it appeared on the show. examples being Yang's hair igniting, or Emerald's metallic screech)

-Range: (Personal if it works only on you; Short for stuff your aura comes in contact with; Medium for about throwing distance; Long range anything else but try not to make it farther than you can see)

-General limitations: (if a limitation is applied on most abilities, put it here as long as it isn't just the aura cost)

-Passive ability(s) (if any):  (and specific limitations, if any)

-Active ability: Tier One: (and specific limitations, if any)

-Active ability: Tier Two (if applicable, add more as necessary):

-Dust interaction (insert dust type here): (describe what changes here)

-Notes: (for trivia you might want to add about the user of the semblance)

This is the template I usually use when working on my ideas, y'all can use whatever but I find this works well as a sort of checklist.

I have a concept that I'll have up later, at work at the moment. Looking forward to what we come up with.

Eyes darting to the crashing sound in the forest, the clone bolts forward, following the sound as snow crunches beneath her feet. Breaking through the tree line she narrows her eyes as she sees the neatly cut limb not laying on the ground, growling as her small portion of patience began to fray. Tired of playing hide and seek, a pnuematic hiss can be heard as a spray of red coats the chains of the clones weapons, the weighted balls at the end becoming engulfed in flames. Whipping it through the air, she slams them in an arc through the trees infront of her, flaming ball crashing through one tree after another, their trunks alight with a crimson blaze as the now flaming felled trees fell over, melting the snow around them before the melted ice began to temper the flames.

Hearing the commotion, Tenne and C1 altered their course, heading towards C2's new position.

(10%damage for direct hits, 3% for clipping, and 1% for debris)

(Tenne=94.5%)

(C1=94.5% 2min 48secs)

(C2=94.5% 2min 48secs)