"Greetings...friends. I am glad to say that I am back from running some company affairs and am going to be rejoining you all. If you have any questions about the nature of my disappearance, please write a letter to my secretary. You should receive a response within a year. So once again, glad I can grace you all with my presence my...friends."

"FUCK YEAH!!! I'M BACK BITCHES!!! YOU BETTER BE READY CUZ KNIVES IS BACK AND READY TO RAISE HELL!!! YOU WANNA FIGHT WITH THE BADDEST GUY AROUND? THEN STEP UP AND PROVE YOU AREN'T A FUCKING PUSSY!!"

"Hey guys, Brooke here. Sorry I was away for so long, I just got really sick and had to lay low for a while. But I'm back! So let's make this reunion perfect with friends old and new."

Well now that they are done, guess it's my turn. Hi. Missed you guys. A lot. I'm glad to be back!

Kushii sauntered his way into the arena, waving to the croud with a smile on his face. Acknowledging Marlon's comments with a nod, and appreciating the chant he riled up, Kushii was ready. This kid could pack a punch, but there was no way Kushii was going to lose here. As the terrain was revealed, he winced. Of course Ismael got the side that managed to give him some cover, the water would just slow Kushii down. He began grinning again as a plan to destroy that cover came to him. Ismael walked into the wheat, obviously planning to hide and surprise Kushii with any number of things. Kushii responded by dashing forward, moving between the dry ground where he could and avoiding the water as much as possible. As he approached, he readied Beauty and got ready to fire a shot of fire dust at the kid. Beast was held in his other hand as a full staff. He kept himself as low as possible, knowing some gunshots were about to come at him.

Kushii sighed at Marlon's comment. "You have a point there, Murky-boy. Still, I'm not in favor of waiting for it to be made and then shipped to me." He attempted to ignore his leader's suggestion they get to work and instead focused on the fight going on. "This will be over quickly. That idiot's going to get demolished."

(If it didn't, he shouldn't be at Beacon)

Kushii was shaken out of his stupor by Tenne's voice. "Sure, don't thank the person who just ruined a several hundred dollar suit for you. I'll be honest, though, I have no idea what came over me. Taking an arrow for the likes of you wasn't in my schedule today." As he spoke, he took off his tux coat and formal shirt so he was left in a white t-shirt. He discarded the ruined clothing by tossing it aside.

Kushii was about to respond with a grin, happy to be able to argue with this girl and avoid training, when she got up and walked away. She was still pretty close, so he was going to stop her, but he noticed an arrow flying straight at her from the idiot across the gym. As a matter of fact, the boy was lining up a second shot! With a scowl, he darted forward, moving himself in the way of the arrows. When he got there, he had half of a moment to marvel at the sheer stupidity of his actions before the ice arrow connected, square in his chest. Taking a few steps back from the force of the arrow and with the front of his suit now frozen. The second arrow missed him but Kushii didn't care. He stood looking down at his suit with a single thought running through his mind: Why in the blazes did I do that?"

That was supposed to imply that he was surprisingly bright. Reworded it, how's that?

CHARACTER
 
Name:​ ​Justin​ ​LaPook
 
Stage​ ​Name:​ ​Knives
 
Age:​ ​17
 
Species​ ​and​ ​Gender:​ ​Male​ ​Sheep​ ​Faunus 
 
Symbol:​ ​A​ ​skull​ ​and​ ​crossbones,​ ​but​ ​with​ ​cleavers​ ​replacing​ ​the​ ​bones
 
Occupation:​ ​1st​ ​year​ ​beacon​ ​student
 
Appearance:​ ​Justin​ ​prefers​ ​to​ ​wear​ ​all​ ​black,​ ​with​ ​torn​ ​black​ ​jeans,​ ​a​ ​black​ ​T-shirt, and​ ​curly,​ ​dyed​ ​black​ ​hair.​ ​He​ ​is​ ​of​ ​average​ ​height​ ​and​ ​build,​ ​being​ ​5​ ​foot​ ​7​ ​and​ ​weighing​ ​165 pounds.​ ​He​ ​has​ ​three​ piercings​ ​in​ ​each​ ​ear.​ ​They​ ​are​ ​all​ ​black​ ​studs​ ​that​ ​curve​ ​around​ ​the​ ​top
of​ ​his​ ​ears.​ ​He​ ​has​ ​small​ ​horns​ ​that​ ​curl​ ​underneath​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​with​ ​the​ ​tips​ ​barely​ ​poking​ ​out. The​ ​Beacon​ ​uniform​ ​is,​ ​of​ ​course,​ ​compulsory,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wears​ ​it​ ​when​ ​necessary.​ ​He​ ​does​ ​not like​ ​it​ ​and​ ​will​ ​take​ ​it​ ​off​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​he​ ​can.​ ​He​ ​keeps​ ​his​ ​normal​ ​clothes​ ​in​ ​a​ ​gym​ ​bag​ ​on​ ​his back.
 
History:​ ​Born​ ​in​ ​Vale​ ​to​ ​a​ ​poor​ ​family​ ​with​ ​7​ ​children,​ ​Justin​ ​has​ ​been​ ​unwanted since​ ​birth.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​the​ ​youngest​ ​and​ ​therefore​ ​the​ ​one​ ​who​ ​got​ ​mistreated​ ​the​ ​most.​ ​If​ ​it wasn’t​ ​his​ ​cruel​ ​mother​ ​hitting​ ​him​ ​over​ ​the​ ​head​ ​when​ ​he​ ​just​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​get​ ​some​ ​food​ ​it​ ​was his​ ​father​ ​beating​ ​him​ ​with​ ​his​ ​belt​ ​for​ ​saying​ ​he​ ​liked​ ​a​ ​human​ ​girl​ ​down​ ​the​ ​street.​​Like​ ​most faunus,​ ​his​ ​family​ ​didn’t​ ​care​ ​for​ ​humans.​ ​Whenever​ ​someone​ ​brought​ ​up​ ​the​ ​topic,​ ​unless​ ​it was​ ​to​ ​say​ ​something​ ​derogatory​ ​to​ ​humans,​ ​they​ ​were​ ​generally​ ​beat.​ ​This​ ​went​ ​on​ ​until​ ​the entire​ ​family​ ​was​ ​convinced​ ​that​ ​humans​ ​were​ ​terrible​ ​and​ ​deserved​ ​to​ ​be​ ​punished. 
 
He​ ​was​ ​about​ ​13​ ​when​ ​he​ ​met​ ​a​ ​few​ ​people​ ​that​ ​would​ ​change​ ​his​ ​life​ ​entirely.​ ​These​ ​people were​ ​Cherry​ ​Chainsaw,​ ​Kerri​ ​Palidus,​ ​and​ ​Ceramite​ ​Gunmetal.​ ​One​ ​day,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​was​ ​walking about​ ​town,​ ​he​ ​met​ ​this​ ​group​ ​as​ ​they​ ​were​ ​hanging​ ​out.​ ​Over​ ​the​ ​next​ ​several​ ​years,​ ​he​ ​grew close​ ​to​ ​them​ ​and​ ​they​ ​helped​ ​him​ ​realize​ ​he​ ​wasn’t​ ​so​ ​alone.​ ​They​ ​“borrowed”​ ​an​ ​electric bass​ ​guitar​ ​and​ ​he​ ​learned​ ​to​ ​play​ ​thanks​ ​to​ ​a​ ​group​ ​of​ ​people​ ​that​ ​were​ ​into​ ​hardcore​ ​music that​ ​his​ ​new​ ​“clan”​ ​introduced​ ​him​ ​to.​ ​Shortly,​ ​he​ ​became​ ​a​ ​part​ ​of​ ​their​ ​band,​ ​adopting​ ​the stage/nickname​ ​Knives.​ ​He​ ​helped​ ​his​ ​band,​ ​Grimm​ ​Omen,​ ​rocket​ ​to​ ​the​ ​top,​ ​and,​ ​due​ ​to​ ​his loyalty,​ ​followed​ ​the​ ​rest​ ​into​ ​Beacon,​ ​although​ ​his​ ​exact​ ​words​ ​were​ ​”I’m​ ​doing​ ​it cuz​ ​Cherry​ ​will​ ​fucking​ ​murder​ ​me​ ​if​ ​I​ ​don’t.​ ​That​ ​shit’s​ ​for​ ​try-hards​ ​and​ ​pussies.”​ ​He studied alongside the rest of his band for the written exams, but not as hard as the rest. Surprisingly, he still managed to pass with decent grades. Of course, his upbringing taught him how to fight, but he still was able to learn a bit from Cherry, and that was enough to pass the combat exams.
 
The​ ​last​ ​part​ ​of​ ​his​ ​history​ ​that​ ​is​ ​notable​ ​before​ ​entering​ ​Beacon​ ​is​ ​the​ ​day​ ​his​ ​family​ ​died. He​ ​came​ ​home​ ​one​ ​day​ ​to​ ​find​ ​his​ ​house​ ​burned​ down,​ ​with​ ​his​ ​entire​ ​family​ ​inside.​ ​When​ ​the police​ ​showed​ ​up,​ ​they​ ​found​ ​a​ ​teenager​ ​staring​ ​numbly​ ​at​ ​the​ ​ashes​ ​of​ ​the​ ​place​ ​he​ ​used​ ​to
live.​ ​The​ ​police​ ​decided​ ​the​ ​​ ​reason​ ​he​ ​didn’t​ ​cry​ ​or​ ​anything​ ​was​ ​shock​ ​and​ ​urged​ ​him​ ​to​ ​see a​ ​therapist.​ ​Knives​ ​declined,​ ​knowing​ ​that​ ​it​ ​wouldn’t​ ​help.​ ​After​ ​an​ ​investigation,​ ​no​ ​one​ ​was able​ ​to​ ​find​ ​the​ ​​ ​cause​ ​of​ ​the​ ​fire​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​known​ ​from​ ​then​ ​on​ ​as​ ​a​ ​freak​ ​accident.​ ​Knives entered​ ​Beacon,​ ​determined​ ​to​ ​put​ ​that​ ​behind​ ​him.
 
Personality:​ ​He​ ​is​ ​sullen,​ ​a​ ​loner,​ ​and​ ​doesn’t​ ​really​ ​care.​ ​The​ ​only​ ​thing​ ​he​ ​does care​ ​about​ ​is​ ​his​ ​music​ ​and​ ​his​ ​band/team.​ ​When​ ​talking​ ​to​ ​people,​ ​he​ ​is​ ​distant​ ​and​ ​tries​ ​to end​ ​the​ ​conversation​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​possible.​ ​If​ ​he​ ​is​ ​talking​ ​to​ ​a​ ​teammate,​ ​however,​ ​he becomes​ ​much​ ​more​ ​comfortable.​ ​He​ ​is​ ​never​ ​upbeat​ ​but​ ​can​ ​hold​ ​a​ ​conversation​ ​and
sometimes​ ​even​ ​laugh.​ ​He​ ​will​ ​actively​ ​avoid​ ​any​ ​humans,​ ​distrusting​ ​them​ ​completely.​ ​He​ ​is attempting​ ​to​ ​work​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hate,​ ​though.​ ​The​ ​thing​ ​that​ ​unnerves​ ​people​ ​though​ ​is​ ​when​ ​he talks​ ​about​ ​fighting.​ ​He​ ​speaks​ ​sort​ ​of​ ​like​ ​a​ ​fanatic,​ ​recalling​ ​fist​ ​fights​ ​and​ ​the​ ​like​ ​he​ ​has had​ ​and​ ​describing​ ​how​ ​he​ ​won.
 
Aura​ ​and​ ​Semblance:​ ​His​ ​aura​ ​is​ ​black.​ ​His​ ​semblance​ ​gives​ ​him​ ​the​ ​ability​ ​to literally​ ​not​ ​give​ ​a​ ​damn​ ​about​ ​what​ ​you​ ​do.​ ​It​ ​allows​ ​him​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​no​ ​damage​ ​during​ ​the​ ​time​ ​it is​ ​active,​ ​but​ ​at​ ​the​ ​cost​ ​of​ ​15%​ ​of​ ​his​ ​aura.​ ​It​ ​lasts​ ​for​ ​twenty​ ​seconds​ ​and​ ​afterwards​ ​has​ ​a recharge​ ​time​ ​of​ ​half​ ​an​ ​hour.​ ​He​ ​still​ ​takes​ ​the​ ​damage​ ​like​ ​usual,​ ​it's​ ​just​ ​like​ ​his​ ​pain receptors​ ​shut​ ​down.​ ​Also​ ​anything​ ​that​ ​would​ ​cause​ ​continuous​ ​pain​ ​begins​ ​hurting​ ​him​ ​the moment​ ​his​ ​semblance​ ​gives​ ​out.
 
Combat​ ​Behavior:​ ​When​ ​it​ ​comes​ ​time​ ​to​ ​fight,​ ​his​ ​usual​ ​lethargy​ ​is​ ​gone,​ ​replaced by​ ​a​ ​zeal​ ​unmatched​ ​by​ ​anything.​ ​He​ ​rushes​ ​close​ ​with​ ​a​ ​grin​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​and​ ​chops​ ​away, usually​ ​aiming​ ​for​ ​limbs.​​ ​It’s​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​match his​ ​energy​ ​but​ ​that​ ​ends​ ​up​ ​being​ ​his​ ​greatest​ ​weakness.​ ​He​ ​doesn't​ ​really​ ​think​ ​when​ ​fighting and​ ​that​ ​usually​ ​leaves​ ​him​ ​open​ ​to​ ​fighters​ ​who​ ​can​ ​keep​ ​calm​ ​under​ ​his​ ​onslaught.
 
WEAPON
 
 
Name:​ ​Sweet​ ​Meats
 
Primary​ ​Form:​ ​Two​ ​24-inch​ ​(yes​ ​I​ ​know​ ​this​ ​is​ ​ridiculously​ ​big)​ ​meat​ ​cleavers
 
History:​ ​Knives​ ​had​ ​these​ ​made​ ​when​ ​the​ ​band​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​enter​ ​Beacon.​ ​He​ ​had spent​ ​the​ ​beginnings​ ​of​ ​his​ ​life​ ​using​ ​cleavers,​ ​so​ ​it​ ​seemed​ ​appropriate.

Kushii: "Pretty interesting, I guess. Not my area of interest, but it would be nice to have just to prove I'm better. How much does it cost? I'll write a check."

Brooke: "Um, that sounds kind of scary. But if it's got a will of it's own, chances are it will be friendly. At the least, we need to protect it from falling into the wrong hands."