"Only kinda!" Prism replies. "I lucked out - my team's fantastic, even if my initial isn't the one at the start of the name."

The faunus temporarily wobbles with the downbeat of his wings but by the third gust the wind seems to blow right past her. As she huffs off his reply, there's a sudden surge of air around the two and Prism catches it - soaring in front of him briefly, before turning around to face him midair as her wings reorient themselves. "Don't worry about it! Controlling air currents is like- literally, my semblance. You can't help the wind."

Prism's grin gets wider as he corkscrews away. Her own wings flicker once or twice in the nonexistent breeze, before they snap open without any ceremony. There's half a second of blinding iridescence as the strong sunlight hits them, before they snap - and become a near-invisible blur behind the woman's back.

She follows Glas' gentle slop as the two begin to even out over the lake below. The invisible bubble of wind surrounding them follows their descent, but the faunus is no longer literally steaming out of concentration. "Proud leader of Team Casanova here! Howsabout yourself?"

The dumbfounded look on her new companion's would normally make Prism stifle a giggle, if it weren't for the severity of the situation. It almost seems like he forgot about the ground.

...though Prism can't really blame him. That's definitely possible to do up here. She's about to open her mouth to reply before something new encompasses her view.

Wings. Massive ones, dwarfing her modest 12 foot feather appendages - already oversized on a body that doesn't even break five feet. Nearly the same color as the sky, if it weren't for the natural glow of-

Aura. It was his semblance!

Her dumbfounded stare as he readjusted in the air is replaced by a massive grin, her own wings extending to their full length to slow her to the same speed. "I never expected to meet another! Name's Prism, feeling's the same! Want to take this conversation upright?"

"You flew?" Prism asks, her tone boarding on incredulous. The statement is enough to make her double-take again, glancing up past her feet. Nothing marred the clear blue sky beyond some wispy clouds. No drop ship, no jet pack, no obvious dust enhancements - he didn't even seem to have a weapon on him!

"I'm doing fine! I'm a good judge of where the oxygen limit is by now. But listen-" she adds, shooting him a matching look of concern. "Are you going to be okay? That lake's getting close, and I'm not sure I could carry you."

In Prism's opinion, there's too many things she could compare to the sky.

At her current height, her best estimate is champagne. The air is light and bubbly up this high, freshly-chilled and crisp enough to bite the lungs with every inhale. The sky is an endless bowl above her, and the academy grounds below are quickly becoming a distant memory. Gravity still pulls and tugs like an annoying toddler, but all that means is she pulls her limbs in a bit tighter, focuses on the power of her semblance, and-

Lets another powerful updraft hit her outstretched wings, rocketing her another hundred feet above the clouds.

The wind still bites like a dagger with a pain she's come to relish. The cold cuts directly through her thin dress shirt, leaving behind a cold numbness that'll even fade to it's own chill in time. She lost track of the extremities on her face awhile ago, and she can feel wind whistle down the icey valley between her wings that'll melt into an unpleasant dampness later. But ultimately, that all doesn't really matter. As long as she can feel the faint warmth of the sun, and edge of the horizon stays perpendicular to her flight position in the corner of her eye, she can tell which way is up.

Prism can count the number of people that has her gift on one hand. The ability to feel the sky in it's purest, rawest state; unfettered by steel and glass and the uncomfortable thrust of dust-powered rockets, or the staticky hum of antigrav. Call it vain (and she'll easily admit to herself later, it is vain), but it almost means she's supposed to push herself.

Push herself to nearly-impossible heights, where her vision starts popping with little black bubbles along the edge. Where she knows she'll lose counciousness if she pushes too much higher. Where feeling is wiped away by the wind, and every memory that leaves her tethered to the ground drops away against the endlessness around her.

Where she can flare her wings straight out with one final gust of wind, tilt her body horizontal to the sky, and enjoy a millisecond of sunshine before flipping over into precious, adrenal-fueled freefall.

Her smile's lost against the wind in her face.

Hey Blizzard, welcome to the board! Glas here is a pretty solid dude for your first character, but there's an issue come his semblance. He's technically got two of them with the way his wings have dual functions - acting as both shields and a super-powered flight mechanism, so you're gonna need to choose one or the other. He could have shield-like wings he can glide with and just not fly, or  fast flight-capable wings that don't act as shielding - just not both. I apologize if this necessitates changes to his backstory, considering his semblance is pretty vital to that. Feel free to hit up the characters and team questions chat on the discord if you need help tweaking it.

Furthermore, 50 mph is extremely high to be considered a "cruising" speed, so as a first year Beacon student he should have a lower speed cap. It can naturally get higher as he gets older, but it's important to consider the limitations a first-year would be contending with.

That about covers everything. I'm looking forwards to seeing what you do with him - I've got my own flighty character, so it'll be cool to see how he turns out in comparison!

Hiya there Shadow! Welcome to the forums, it's always nice to see new members on. Hopefully Reaper doesn't mind me dropping onto the feedback train, but I just have one or two things you may wanna consider before taking Ashlee to Character Creation:

In your history section, what exactly were people blackmailing Ashlee with? It sounds like she was a pretty quiet kid with a well-off family, so I'm just curious where and how people got dirt on her- unless you just mean just general bullying for her being an outcast. A brief clarification is appreciatied. Furthermore why does she still act submissive half the time when people start to push her and her brother around, when she knows she can fight back? Does she just not like fighting? Basically, just a bit of clarification is appreciated.

Also, at no point in the profile is her nickname explained. It's cool if you want it to be a secret - you could put it in a spoiler, or just message a mod directly if you really don't want it out there. But let us know!

Thanks for your patience, I look forwards to seeing Ashlee on the board!

"It is possible that you've been compromised. Get out as soon as possible and avoid being seen. Call out if you are spotted. Over and out."

The man's circled to the front of the desk, and spotted her. She shifts imperceptibly - she's smaller than he is, she can definitely move faster. If she throw her wing out while it's aura reinforced, she can sweep his feet out from underneath. She can't get Hawk's Eye out before then, but she can stir up a storm with the papers and send them flying, and then get out of the room before anybody else can catch her-

And then there's a thud from above, the sound of flesh meeting desk, and the man's knocked out cold against the ground.

She quickly, stepping over the body backwards and away from the mystery man as quickly as possible. "...thanks for the save, I'll take your advice. Mind if I ask who's giving it to me?"