Griz took a different stance and started fiddling with his gauntlets while doing some math in his head. So my gauntlets with kinetic dust can punch through solid metal and rock creating a shockwave that acts much like an earthquake on impact...If i were to amplify that effect by using my aura to boost my strength. How much aura would I need to use to blast that fucker out of the ground yet not hurt everybody and the surrounding area...I hate math.. After adjusting his gauntlets to the right setting (or what he thought would be enough to blast through approximately 5 feet of stone) Griz adopted a fighting stance and let out a deep breath concentrating so that he would lose the least amount of aura for the strike. So I never decided how much aura to use for the punch...ow my head hurts I really should do math while modeling aura at the same time.. Looking over he saw Ophelia moving over to Brond and slightly sweat dropped. "Hey guys as much as I appreciate the need for explanation, reunion, or what ever you guys are about to talk about we kinda have an issue here. You know a people killing, house destroying, and generally fuck everything up issue. I can get it out of the ground or us on to it's level but kinda need 100% participation if that thing was able to take out that poor guys in one hit.". Truth be told even though he  felt severely out classed Griz was calm. This wasn't anything the improved ground couldn't handle.

Dodging out of the way Griz stood beside Orphelia and Brond. he saw the airship come down and Azrail get medical attention. Ok so that is definatly not a first year and if my memory serves me right that is a hunter by the name of...Brond? This is going to be harder than I thought. Glancing around to survey the destruction he saw martin disappear, getting out of the area. Griz put his hand on Brond's shoulder and said "Don't worry your friend is going to be alright, lets just make sure we don't have any more casualties. My aura gives me a nice damage cushion with my mastery over it so don't worry about me getting caught in crossfire." taking a breath Griz looked at Orphelia "You seem to know what is going on. Do you know what that thing is and any weaknesses? I think you said...Chupacabra?" Griz for the first time in a while was fully awake. He wasn't slacking at all being at full attention to his surroundings. That's when he caught the new appearance of Devin on the roof. Great more unknown variables is definatly not what we need right now. He just hoped that they all knew what they were getting into when they got into the area. He hoped he did too.     

CHARACTER

Name:
Xavier Cendres

Age:
19

Species and Gender:
Human

Symbol:

Occupation:
Mechanic and Engineer, Aspiring Hunter, 2nd year at Beacon

Appearance:
Xavier has messy red hair that slightly drapes over his face from lack of grooming. His hair falls over his two goggles he uses when he works on his projects. He stands at a impressing 6 feet and weighs about one hundred and sixty pounds. His frame is very stocky and broad-shouldered, fit for heavy lifting. His hands are run down from years of building and experimenting. His eyes are a deep brown which contrast heavily with his pale white skin. The strangest thing about his frame would be his very noticeable lack of arms. Instead there are two bionic combat prosthetics that take their place. They are a lot heavier and bulkier than the ones that Atlas offer looking more like weapons then arms. In battle Xavier carries a dark brown trench coat lined with heavy fur. The coat is filled with hidden pockets and spaces that he uses to store his gadgets and portable projects. The jacket has been imbued with dust to regulate the temperature underneath it. It is much better equipped for surviving the snowy mountains of Atlas. The coat is extremely resilient to the elements and is doesn’t seem to damage like a normal one however it seems to don many stains and dirty patches from previous experiments. Below his jacket Xavier never grew out of his habit of donning overalls. It wouldn’t be strange to find tools hanging out of pockets. Underneath the overalls he wears some armor inspired from the designs of the military armor of Atlas.

History:



 

 Personality:
Xavier is pretty smart and greatly prides himself on this fact. His knowledge was something that his adopted parents gave him and he refuses to hide it. Xavier offersadvice and knowledge on subjects to his friends to help them...helpful or not. Combined with a natural ignorance he comes of a little more “know-it-all” instead of helpful. Despite this,Xavier is a very compassionate and kind soul at heart. He sympathises with people’s struggles and tries to help them the most he can. Xavier’s hobbies haven’t changed much over the past couple of years. One can still find him usually tinkering away with an invention or another. However, after being exposed to the new culture in Vale, Xavier has been trying to try other hobbies. Drawing and Cooking seem to have grabbed his interest. Though eating anything he cooks might result in poisoning, death, and or permanent blindness. Xavier has an extreme prejudice against the military and never gets along well with them or people who mindlessly support their actions. While he is kind, Xavier is never afraid to get violent with racists and people who threaten the innocent. His weakest trait would be his disorganization. Leaving everything everywhere, never put him in charge of a unit or he might lose the rest of his team. Xavier’s strongest trait is his determination. He is never willing to leave something half finished.

Aura and Semblance:
Xavier’s semblance is Steam Titan

Aura colour: Rust

Steam Titan allows Xavier to charge his body parts with energy to deliver devastating blows. Parts that are charged with his semblance seem to start glowing red due to his aura showing through the extensive channelling. When a body part charged with this semblance collides with an object a large amount of pressurized steam is released that blows back and scalds targets. This semblance can also extend to objects but the object must be touching Xavier’s person and once an item is dropped it loses its charge. Overusing this semblance has a downfall, if Xavier uses this semblance for an extended period amount of time his body goes into overheat. In overheat Xavier cannot channel his semblance at all and he finds his body extremely weak. Xavier regains his semblance control over a period of time but not his strength. Re-activating his semblance after overheating could cause permanent damage to his body.
Steam titan can be infused with dust canisters to provide an array of different affects. When combined with dust any part enhanced with steam titan is coated with the element (IE: fire would make a sort of blanket of flames around the body part.). While the semblance is being boosted with a dust canister it continuously drains it. Lasting up to 3mins.

Combat Behaviour:
In combat Xavier is always an optimist in bad situation he thinks logically under high-pressured spots to seek a way for victory. Xavier prefers to analyse and test his opponent’s abilities before he goes all out in a fight measuring their speed and strength trying to determine their weaknesses. While in combat Xavier uses his Hammer combined with his enhanced bionic arms to deal massive damage to targets. Used in conjunction, his arms and hammer deliver a great amount of destruction; combined with his semblance his close range is not something an enemy wants to toy with. In ranged combat Xavier’s gadgets have limited use and while he may use his Cannon to blow-up his enemies he cannot channel his semblance through the ranged projectiles. Xavier lacks the speed to close the gap between himself and his opponents. His arms, hammer, and gadgets add a lot of weight to his person so speed is never his forte. Additionally Xavier’s reaction time to events is slow. He falls easily to opponents who use extreme speed to wear him out faster than he can burst them down.

WEAPON

Name:
Ashen Snow

Primary Form:
A large war hammer that Xavier uses to smash and deliver blunt blows to opponents. The handle is a large almost pole-like adorned with engravings of gears with a red grips. The handle extends to the head, which is a large formation of bronze and brass coloured pipes and gears. At the adjacent ends of the formation like two large circles made of a very strong metal from the metal works of Vale. In-between the two ends in the middle of the pipe and gear formation is a decorative gear with “In the Lords we trust.” Engraved around the gear.

Secondary Form:
 The ends of the hammer move away from the center as the cogs and gears in the formation whirl at high speeds. 4 rods appear at the top of the hammer. One thick pipe emerges in the center. In this form it is carried at waist height and acts as a cannon which fires dust imbued rounds into its target. The default rounds are a neutrally aligned dust, which pack quite a punch. The rounds are very dense projectiles fired very fast designed to tear through the tough hides of Grimm. The most comparable thing to the ammunition Xavier uses is an artillery shell. To compensate the cool down time on the cannon function is longer than Xavier would like. Normal rounds have a cooldown of 2 seconds in-between each shot. Lightning rounds have a cooldown of 5 seconds. Incendiary rounds have a cooldown of 10 seconds in-between each shot. Xavier is forced to choose carefully when and where to use each shot lest he be put in an undesirable situation where he needs a shell but can’t use one. This forces him to strategize what type, how much, and where to put the damage he wants to dish out. Not to mention that the kick back on the cannon is large enough that he has to remain stationary when he fires it. (The cool downs act independently of each other.)

Tertiary Form:
The third form is for easy transportation. Starting in the hammer form the rod like handle kaleidoscopes itself into the head of the hammer. The ends of the hammer draw in as close as possible to the head as a protective case covers the entire ensemble making it appear as some sort of suitcase.

Dust Functions:
Dust canisters may be placed into Ashen snow to yield many different effects however the weapon has only been made compatible for lightning and fire dust to be used. Using an elemental dust crystal augments the cannon to be able to shoot that element. Around 30 shots per crystal and while he does carry extras it takes around 30 seconds to reload a single one, not very combat efficient. Fire allows the cannon to fire a shot that travels and grows bigger as it flies. When the round reaches its distance limit or collides with an object it explodes in a sphere covering all it hits in fire.  The lightning round fires at an extremely fast rate cutting the air it hits. When it collides with an object it send a strong electrical current through the target frying them. If the shell collides, the lightning will spread to another target in a short radius. In hammer form he can use the dust to enhance his blows. Fire dust lights Ashen Snow aflame and deals burns to those who stand in its way. Lightning dust allows the hammer to strike at extreme speeds and electrocute its victims.

History:
Ashen Snow was designed by Xavier in an attempt to adopt a better primary weapon that could fight Grimm from close and long range.

Gadgets

Name:
S-1 Dust tech force field

Description:
A force field made out of energy, powered by dust crystals. It surrounds the area it encompasses with a small energy field that absorbs hits. It can take about 5 hits from a heavy weapon (Hammer, Axe), 10 from a normal weapon (Swords, mace, scythe), 20 from light weapons (dagger, knives). It can take about 10 seconds of machine gun fire or 3 sniper rifle shots.


Name:
C-87 Avian bomb “Homing Pigeons”

Description:
They are tiny brass birds
that look like toys to the naked eye. They fly at high speeds to home in on their target. Their explosions are small and usually used for distraction or to disrupt a opponent. A tweeting sound is made as they fly. Think of them like flying flash bangs with a small damaging effect when they directly hit.

Name:
C-53 Scouting Swarm Unit “Stink Bugs”

Description:
Tiny bronze beetles. The purpose of these gadgets is to fly and scout areas ahead of Xavier. He usually displaces them in swarm to cover a large area at once. They display lots of different information much like many tiny computers with different sensors.

Name:
Bionic Arms

Description:
His father first made the bionic arms for Xavier Cendres. In the beginning they were barley passable arms made of scrape metal. However after some re-design from Xavier he was able to make two combat reader death machines. They were designed to be extremely sturdy and strong, made out of some of the best metals that Richter could forge. The arms reach to Xavier’s higher back, connecting at his shoulder plates. Even if a novice were to glance at them they would be able to see that they were made for combat. Many reinforcing hydraulic and pneumatic systems make the gauntlets able to life weights many times more then any normal man. The gauntlets operating at peek functionality may lift up to 1000 pounds without breaking or straining.

Name:
Gear and Cogs tool-kit

Description:

A tool kit comprised of various different tools that Xavier uses to tinker and build gadgets in his spare time. This kit contains may mundane items such as engineering wire, many screwdrivers, sockets, wrenches, ratchets, oil, a small knife, pliers and so on so forth. The kit looks like too gears that Xavier twists to open the box. 

Griz not that surprised that she could sense him watched her resume her acrobatics. Hmmm police stuff eh? This could be cool!. Following her drop to the second floor he landed lightly on his feet and watched her freeze for a moment. He tried to see what she was looking at but to no avail. Sweat dropping a bit he saw her electrocute the lock on the door. "You could have you know...just checked if it was open." smiling a bit to himself he watched her open the door.

Griz had been taking a nap when the meetings were happening. The sun on this perfect day was practically lullybying him to sleep. That was until his highly tuned senses felt a Disturbence in the foooorce.Either that or the girl jumping up a building like a goddamn kangaroo on steroids. too curious to stop himself Griz walked into the building like a normal person using his speed to get upstairs completely unnoticed. Silencing his footfalls he tries approaching Orphelia from behind getting right next to her ear before whispering "Whatcha looking at?". Yes this could ONLY yeild positive results.

CHARACTER


Name:
Griz Blancard

Age:
18

Species and Gender:
Ram faunus

Symbol:

Occupation:
Boxer/Tournament Fighter, 1st year Student at Beacon academy

Appearance:
Griz stands at an average height of 5’11” and is slightly heavier then normal coming in at 220 pounds (though it is more muscle then fat). He has large curly hair that is usually kept in a little of a mess but usually is hidden under his hood. Complementing his milky brown skin is his ram horns that curl beside his round head. His hazel eyes always have a "lost on cloud nine" look. As for attire Grizz always looks like he has just woken up after a long nap (which there is a great probability that he has). His cloths are usually shrivelled and loose on him. He always wears big cloths that wrap and cushion him like blankets would in case he needs an improv sleep. A giant poufy dark green hoodie and extra baggy jeans (that have pyjamas lining on the inside!) are his favourite things to bring with him. While in combat he doesn’t really change his outfit. Most of his defense comes from his mobility and aura and too much armour can weigh him down.


History:
Born to his Faunus parents Monica and Garry Blancard, Griz grew a very happy child. Often playing with his sister and dreaming the dreams every child has. However Griz’s family was…not as well off as some would like to be. They lacked the funding to be able to send their children to school. This broke their father’s heart as he dreamed of becoming a hunter when he was younger. However when his graduation time came from SIGNAL he was locked up under the charge of slander. His offense? The forgery of graduation papers. Now Garry knew he hadn’t forged them or his marks however the one who had stolen his papers and swapped them with their own was a very wealthy individual. He had money, power, and enough influence to push the charge forward. With all hopes of becoming a hunter dashed Garry gave up. Moving into a small corner of Vale he met the wife of his dreams and they opened up a small café together. When his children approached them with their goals he was hit with a wave of painful nostalgia and fear. For what he always neglected to mention was the horror of being a hero. For Garry Blancard was the last remaining recruit of his intake. He had watched his friends rise to fame and yet he was the one to bury them. With a weary eye on his children he would watch them grow into what he wanted to be.
But what does this have to do with Griz? Well many things actually. Griz when he heard of his father’s past endeavours was instantly consumed by the idea of living his father’s dream. Along with his sister they worked and studied hard in their free time. Reading all about different weapons, combat styles, and dust. His sister proved to be a prodigy at many of the elements to hunting. She was excelling in her studies to be a caster. A person who wielded dust almost as if it were a extension of their own being. Griz however was left behind. The textbooks made no sense to him. The letters danced along the page as if mocking his inability to understand. Soon enough he left the books to collect dust. Instead he picked up casual reading, writing and even learned an instrument. It wasn’t enough however as with every passing day he saw his sister grow stronger while he was just…a civilian. Filled with jealousy and rage he stormed off into the town-training center. There he grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and just…started hitting a bag. His hits started off at a reckless pace but soon fell into a rhythm. Like a comforting bass line the thumps against the bag became more deliberate and strong. He was growing tired when a voice startled him from across the room. A man was there and said “You have potential, come to this address and let's see what we can do to unleash it.”. Now Griz was sceptical about this all. A random man offering him training? Now that was suspicious. However when one is desperate the last thing on their mind is logic. After consulting his mother he went to the address (accompanied obviously) and so began his training that would shape the rest of his life forever.

Relentless training is what accompanied everyday. He was trained to be fit physically and mentally. It started out slow and escalated until he was able to control his aura extremely proficiently. He was trained until he broke everyday. His aura became very comfortable with the 1% number, it eventually became routine to come home and pass out in his room. However the intense training did him well. His stances were polished and his physical condition in its prime. Over the next 5 years he was taught and his sister grew along with him in her own ways. Unlocking his semblance he was a little disappointed at it’s lack of active effect but thanked his lucky stars later. It allowed him to hit for longer and train harder every day. It filled him with determination at how much was improving. The days stretched on and soon enough he had acquired a near mastery over his boxing style. However it wouldn’t be that easy. A charity came to the small outskirt of the kingdom promising a scholarship to SIGNAL to the top 3 placements in a tournament they would host. Griz was ecstatic, this could be his chance and his like-minded teacher thought the same. The days leading up to the tourney were filled with tense stress and anxiety as Griz wiped the sweat from his eyes. His sister and him finally had a shot to fill their dreams and he would be damned before he threw it away.

The day of the tourney was finally here. The stadium was packed. Children from all classes and families were gathered here to fight. Griz was…well in the waiting room having a mental break down. It was nerve racking. To potentially have your whole life depended on how many times you prepared for this. Out there it was a match of skill and nothing else. How well would he hold up? As his name was called he walked towards the vomitorium and his teacher’s words rang through his head one more time. “You don’t need to out-smart, over-power, or be fast. All you have to do is stay standing and out-last.” So the first match begun. His stance suddenly calm and collected Griz stood strong. His opponent before him was a standard swordsman. He looked nervous. As the bell rung time seemed to stand still. Leaning in he channelled his aura through his feet “Time to make an impression” blasting forward he blocked a strike from the enemies’ sword leaving enough openings in his stance from Griz to land a bone-crushing blow in his chest winding his opponent. “Does he not have aura?” capitalising on the opportunity Griz followed up with a swift right hook to the chin and claimed victory with a swift knockout. Leaving the arena Griz steeled his nerves but couldn’t help but smile as he heard his family scream in pride. So the tourney continued. The brother and sister rose through the ranks. Each match left Griz a bit weaker on his feet. However whenever he was struck down by an opponent he bounced back up and hit them twice as hard. He was an unstoppable force and a flurry of blows that wasn’t too be reckoned with. Soon enough he made it too the match that would decide 3rd place. It was the barricade against his dream. He was facing a caster. As he walked into the arena he looked into his opponent’s eyes. They were just as determined as he was. This was the first match of the day (four days into the tourney). He was well rested and semblance in full effect. He had room to make mistakes. As the bell rung fire cascaded down on his position, which he swiftly lunged to avoid. The match continued on like this for what seemed to be eternity. A barrage of heavy dust attacks containing a torrent of elements. However the caster was draining his own aura heavily to make the attacks and was focusing on power and not speed. Griz was weaving in between attacks as if he was boxing with the dexterity of shadows. Sweating a bit he had just finished his Over Saturated aura supply and saw the state of his opponent. All he needed was one good punch and he won. A circle of flame surrounded his enemies’ head like a halo, as clearly both parties knew this battle was going to end soon. Pondering for a moment on how his opponent acquired such techniques Griz remembered. “The finalists are probably the rich kid folk…the ones who could afford extremely good tutors.” Wincing as he saw he fire roar to life as he saw the dust bellow almost as if in rage. He couldn’t dodge this one. As the mountain of energy descended upon him he charged straight forwarded feeling the flames lick at his aura defenses. One slip and it was over. Suddenly the ground below his turned to ice to entrap him. Making a cushion of aura over his feet he glide across it. Bursting through the attack his opponent looked at him with wide eyes. Griz’s aura levels had taken a major hit. He was ending this now. His aura flared up like a soda and bubbled to the point that it was confusing to keep track of it all. Rushing forward to his opponent he commenced his barrage. Each strike was a heavy and lethal blow forcing his opponent to use all his aura to try and block them all. Suddenly Griz’s stopped his attack mid swing and his opponent landed on the ground in a unceremonious plop. Griz gestured to the scoreboard where his opponent’s aura laid at a crisp 25%.

Now here is the part of the story where I tell you that Griz went on to win the tournament with ease having faced his hardest rival. Well sometimes the fairy tales don’t have such clichés. In actuality Griz forfeited the next match for multiple reasons. He was up against another caster, that caster was his sister, and he had lost his edge of his semblance. Standing on the 3rd place spot on the podium his parent’s couldn’t have been prouder of the two of them. His teacher had watched the whole thing and the whole group had made a small fortune betting on the two of them. Taking their scholarships to SIGNAL the two finally had their chances. To take up the family mantle and accomplish the family dream.

Griz made many friends in school due to his laid back attitude and his general acceptance of many personalities. His pacifist nature allowed him to avoid many confrontations but when he did step-in the fight was over quickly. While every one saw Griz as a slacker who always slept that was only half the truth. When people weren’t looking has was always at the gym training and mastering his style. While he had it near perfection that tiny bit in him told himself that he had lots of ways to improve. So improve he did to become one of the most deadly melee fighters in his grade. A mix of battle strategy and brute force was enough to knock many people off their game and with his added aura bonus he was a force to be reckoned with. Throughout his years at SIGNAL Griz continued to participate in many tournaments placing in the top 3 nearly every time.
His academics were not as horrible as his earlier years. He still struggles with most things that were not book or music related but still managed to pass each class (even though he slept in most of them). He was a general friend to everyone and was always there to be a mediator. When asked to take a stance on his Faunus traits or the White fang Griz could honestly say he didn’t have one. There was not much influence on him as a child as his parent’s café became a sanctuary for humans and Faunus alike. His neutrality leads him to become to over watcher of many debates and ambassador of many arguments. He was fine with that, however when one side would get a bit to violent he was always there to show them that he was still deadly enough to put you and your attitude 6 feet under.  Griz moved on to BEACON after his graduation to finish his training.


Personality:
Griz is a very kind person who genuinely likes a lot of people he meets. Always cracking bad jokes at people he loves to make people either cringe or burst out in laughter. At his heart Griz is a pacifists, never striking out at anyone unless it is a Grimm. He would prefer to go to sleep instead of starting a conflict. Intellectually Griz doesn’t really like the maths and sciences but prefers literature/arts. Music and books are some of his two favourite things in the world. When it comes to people he loves making new friends and doesn’t really have a stance on the White Fang. You can usually find him sleeping, reading, or playing his trombone. If you are up at late hours or you are lucky and catch him at a good time, one could find him rigorously practicing his training regimen and combat style


Aura and Semblance:
Over Saturation                Aura colour:Lime Green

Griz’s Aura is represented by a soft glow and bubbles that seem to pop every so often. When agitated it looks like someone shook a coke bottle like it was a good idea and took off the top. Despite it's appearance his aura is very dense and it Griz uses much like one would use a suit of armour in combat. Through years of training in Signal and his previous experience he is able to use it to improve his style in nearly all of it's elements.

His semblance allows him to “over charge” his aura capacity to above the average max. When his semblance is active his aura slowly starts replenishing itself. If he is below 100% his aura recovers faster then normal (50% per hour) however it’s when he is at 100% where it’s uniqueness starts to shine. When reaching 100% Griz’s Aura starts to “overcharge” at 25%/hour until he reaches his cap (200% total aura). The negative side to Oversaturation is that it can only be activated when Griz’s is resting (nearly motionless) or asleep.
There is a slight active part to Griz's semblance. Griz can activate his semblance in combat to grant him a shield. The shield encompasses Griz in a spherical like energy which blocks attacks. The shield's strength is as powerful as the amount of aura Griz is missing. Therefor the lower Griz's aura gets the more powerful his activated shield becomes. The shield's strength is always determined by how much aura Griz is missing so the amount of damage it can take before it breaks is constantly fluctuating. However even without taking any damage the shield slowly drains over the time span of twenty seconds before giving out entirely. There is a minimum cooldown time of 30 seconds in between each shield.
While many have debated, it still remains a mystery whether Griz is lazy because it charges his aura or whether his semblance is just a bonus to his already lazy attitude. Because of the potency of his aura, when it is being used his eyes glow a lime green. (simply an aesthetic change)

Combat Behavior:
A dangerous close combat opponent and deadly aura user Griz tends to stay away from fight but once you got him going he doesn’t plan on stopping. Due to his extensive upbringing in fighting and combat Griz has plenty of strategy and experience when it comes to fighting. Griz’s style consisting of extremely powerful blows meant to cripple or kill opponents. To lazy to conform to one style he mixed in both kickboxing and normal boxing to make his own style. He is a expert at duelling and fighting one on one because of this. He strikes quickly and relentlessly possessing immense strength, agility, and durability. He uses a honed reaction time to be able to dodge and weave(not bullets..duh) while still hitting like a tank. He can start swinging and never stop. In battle Griz has become an expert on aura use. He is able to use it to it’s near maximum effectiveness in offensive and defensive capabilities simultaneously. By striking with a mix of aura and his natural strength he is able to go toe to toe with an array of different combinations of weapon users. When it comes to weaknesses Griz has worked hard to cover them up but he still fails in certain aspects. His range is lacking in proficiency. While his weapon has the capability to hit long range, Griz’s aim is less then reliable against nimble characters. Due to not having an active semblance it can put him at a disadvantage if his opponent has an overly oppressive semblance. His exposure to dust at a younger age was minimal and due to his disinterest in the science and math of dust he never indulged in it like the others in his class. Because of this Griz lacks the capability of elemental attacks. The lack of dust limits his damage output extensively when it comes to Area of Effect and delivering wide spread damage. When fighting he must stick to one or two targets at most before moving on.

WEAPON

Name:
Twin Stars

Primary Form:
The first form of Twin stars is a couple of gauntlets, which gain the appearance of some comically drawn Boxing Gloves. At the base that was what they were designed to be. However many upgrades were made on their design to make them hunter ready. The outside of the glove is extremely durable and dense metal. This gives the weapon the same feeling as if hit by a wall of steel. The inside is filled with a protective padding with a bit of dust mixed in to nullify the recoil felt by the user when wielding the weapon. In the top side of his wrist there is a cartridge where bullets are kept and fire out of the ring. The firepower is about the same as a rifle. The weapon is divided into 3 parts. The fist, the ring, and the brace. The fist is the red boxing part of the glove. The ring is the connect point between the fist and the brace and contains the kinetic dust and the rifle function of Twin Stars. The brace is an armoured section of metal which runs up his forearm. He uses this part to block, counter, and parry plows. 

Secondary Form:
This one is just a carrying form where the fist and the brace of the weapon collapses closer to the ring for better space management.

Dust Functions:
In the wrist of the weapon there is a storage ring of kinetic dust, which can be used to make his blows fly at extreme speed and cause shockwaves of damage. Another use is channelling the dust through a strong strike to the ground to cause a shock wave disrupting the environment around him. (Lets be honest it’s a ground pound.)

History:
e everyone else in Signal. Griz was forced to make his weapon to pass his grade. Being too lazy to actually make a proper new weapon so he just drew upon the style of his old boxing gloves. It was only after constant nagging by one of his closer friends that they made room for the upgrades and the fire-arm function. There was an argument of dust inclusion as Griz wasn’t very familiar with many. They settled with Kinetic as that one was the most common and simple to understand. When he presented his weapon many people were laughing. There weren’t laughing so hard when he punched through 5 layers of concrete.