Blackness. That was all there was. One second he was up, and the next he was on his back, his mask having dissolved away some time ago leaving his face bare. His cheeks felt warm, and he had a throbbing headache, unable to figure out where he was or how he got there. It was all really fuzzy and incoherent, and in the distance, Miziren heard the scuttle of Deathstalkers...and something else. There was the sound of metal gliding upon the air and cleaving it apart, followed by numerous thunking noises. It wasn't until water sprayed across his face that he actually came to.

"Uuugh...what?" Fair to say he was still a little groggy, but when he realized that he and solar were surrounded, his mind cleared. Unable to find his staff, which probably rolled all the way to the bottom of the hill, Miziren unsheathed his big knife. "This is not looking as optimistic as I originally thought it would be..." He mumbled to himself, his eyes nearly closed. It wasn't easy to see without some form of protection, so in a split second, one of Miziren’s bracelets cracked and the colour from it drained away. His eyes almost immediately had become covered in an opaque black substance, obscuring the colour of his eyes. Just thin enough to slide under his eyelids, just like contact lenses. Once that was accomplished he windmill ed off the ground and back onto his feet. "I think we should go!"

Miziren’s brow rose what the other two started speaking, but his attention otherwise remained on Obadia.  It took him a few moments to turn his words over in his head, but when he did he started to think they were going to be looking for a needle in a stack of needles. "You know it has killed people, but you don't know when the deaths occurred,  how they occurred,  and have no evidence of the involvement of the supposed killer? If we are going to follow instructions blindly without you giving us anything to work with, then what good are those instructions in the first place?" Miziren shook his head and moved into the aircraft. He took some time to collect himself, getting his thoughts together in a less heated fashion. It wasn't that his voice or his mannerisms really displayed any dismay, but his words said more than enough. "So what are our first set of instructions?"

"This storm is a bit unusual. The speed with which it arrived is uncanny." Miziren glazed over the 'stinks of boy' part. Did he stink? Miziren swore he showered earlier in the day...maybe it was because she was faunus? She had horns...did that mean she was able to sniff out scents better? It wasn't until Solar pointed out the Deathstalkers that Miziren snapped out of it, bringing his attention back down to remnant.

They were travelling with the storm, which Miziren found to be no mere coincidence. Maybe what they were searching for was also in the storm? Only one way to find out. Maybe he could also see Solar in action. He'd been wondering if she got in merely by her connections, or if her ability to fight was legitimate. "Solar! This isn't the most ideal situation, but those Deathstalkers are coming towards us. If we just sit here, they'll find us eventually. Prepare yourself!"

Miziren began digging into the sand, thanking his luck that these ones were only the size of beowolves. Once he'd made a small alcove in the side of the dune, he stood in defiance of the wind and sand, moving his arms in wide, practiced arcs. It was a slow and powerful motion, one where his fingers never pointed away from anywhere but his center of mass. Once more, there was a dark glow around his body, with little sparkles of light glimmering across the surface of his aura. In a flash of sudden movement, Miziren dug both of his hands into the side of the dune. For a good ten seconds, it didn't appear like he was doing anything, until a faint black mist began to seep out from near the top of the dune.

Miziren had begun to sweat from the exertion, since it wasn't easy to push his semblance that deep into the sands, but hopefully the resultant explosion would be worth it. He wasn't used to working with another person, so he didn't have it in his mind that he should warn Solar about what he was going to do. With one more push, he ignited the smoke in the sand, causing the Deathstalkers that crested the hill to go flying. The sonic boom was thundering, and the top section of the sand dune was gone in a shower of fire and glass. With that accomplished and a handful of small Deathstalkers disabled or disoriented, Mizi quickly moved to grab his staff.

Miziren had been travelling for some time on his bike, hovering over the sand at high speeds. He kept a relaxed gaze, swiveling his head side-to-side every so often to check for movement across the horizon. Every time he looked out to where he'd seen the approaching sandstorm however, he noticed that it was growing larger at a rapid pace. His initial projections were off...which was strange for him since approximating the weather conditions was one of the first things he'd learned, even before he was taught how to use his semblance. With his head in the clouds, trying to figure out the missing variable, he'd nearly missed Solar calling out to him in the distance.

Slowly, Mizi altered his trajectory so that he could meet up with his teammate, decelerating as he did. He came to a stop a few meters away, dropped the anchor, and leapt off the still hovering bike. "Have you seen anything yet?" Miziren asked her, eager to hear any news. Apparently casual greetings, or concern for her wellbeing weren't things at the forefront of his mind. Her sandy appearance however, caused his eyes to narrow in a questioning look, though she wouldn't be able to see that behind his scarf and glasses. "I haven't run into anybody besides yourself, and I remain without evidence of the mysterious creature, though with the approaching sandstorm, that is currently the least of my worries." Even as he spoke to her, his gaze remained to the south, pondering why it could be moving so fast.

Hey there! I just felt like making a quick comment here, you don't have to listen to it since this is your character. Of all the semblances I've seen, speed, strength, teleportation and elemental semblances are really common. In the first four pages of approved characters, there was something like ten or eleven electromancer types (out of 80 characters). Very few semblances were really that original, and it seemed like people decided to come up with their semblances first rather than base it off their personality and history. They are semblances because the powers the huntsman/huntresses use are a 'semblance' of who they are.

Once again, this is just personal opinion, feel free to disregard.

As much as having the anti-faunus 'organization' could be a very intriguing background point to have in your character's story, I don't think you quite grasp how to properly tie things together in a cohesive way. That's not meant to be a jab at you personally,  so just try to roll with the criticism here.

Kenny is living in Vale,  yeah? What are Vacuan baddies doing in Vale?  If they raided a villages in Vacuo, why would they suddenly appear in Vale? And specifically, at Kenny's house. 'They lived in the shadows', but yet somehow every adult around knows of them? You know what these kinds of people are? Bandits. The show describes them in one episode.

Seriously though, if you want them to be some big anti-faunus organization that go around with trained Huntsman to murdalize the spit out of faunus en-masse, then you're going to have to actually make that organization in the world build, and only with mod approval. It's fine to have just a random bandit attack stand in to do what you intend for that part of Kenny's history to accomplish.

A note on your combat behaviour: personally, unless the village is on an island, or your character is from Mistral, swimming isn't going to come into play in a combat scenario. Like....at all. It has absolutely no relevance, and isn't a negative point for combat behaviour. At most I would call it a small character quirk.

There is still mention of Chara in your History section.

Now that grimm are attacking her, what is the relevance of the gang she meets when she is 6?

Where is this big forest and the town in relation to Vale? I suggest being vague about the town, just noting it's size or location or name unless you plan to use the world building section of the game.

Once again, who is this supposed organization of human terrorists? Are they just a bunch of slobbering murder hobos that go around stabbing every faunus they see? Because people like that get thrown in jail or attract too many grim to live. Or are they underground assassin's?  Taking out a full fledged Huntsman and huntress, once again, is no small task. They have trained at least 8 years straight in nothing but how to fight and defend others.

And how did Kenny and her brother know about these people? If they knew about these people, then why wouldn't their Huntsman parents and their team be more cautious? In fact, if this group were so reknown, why aren't they being taken more seriously?