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<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Are you willing to overlook some dead bodies?" Figuring that they might end up killing or finding murdered people, Ebon wanted to make sure he and his team wouldn't get a bad rap if they ended up killing out of self-defense. Not that he was looking to hurt anyone, but he wasn't going to hold back either. If recent experiences taught him anything, not bringing out the big guns is the road to failure. Ebon also took a bottle of water and drained it fast, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. "And how much collateral do we have? I don't want to get blamed for someone else's mess after all." He then grabbed a doughnut and ate it in three bites.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Gratia utterance of that sentence and the immediate unnerving solitude of the room made her spine jump up. Bianca, her close friend who was dear to her, kidnapped by who, she did not know. But Vega knew that it was up to her team to rescue her before a grim fate befalls her. A silent wait was required; Vega knew that though she started to become restless from the thoughts of the possibility of the fate of Bianca but was optimistic that nothing would happen to her. With Mr. Jokester, otter girl, and Ms. Irritable, who were all angered as much as her by the kidnapping of Bianca, nothing would stand in their way. With a pause, "All I can say is that, we must begin our preparations for this" she uttered seriously. After that Vega grabbed her scroll out and sent a message. >Sender: Vega Venetia >Receiver: Sarina Tala Dei >Body: Bianca Nuit, has been kidnapped. VGNB is going to prepare for this. She tapped send on her scroll; Sarina had to know this to. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Team JESS – The Arena Sarina took out her scroll to see Vega message, she was shocked and with her sister here, it would be a bad moment if Estelle found out just before their mission. Indeed, Sarina hoped Bianca would fare well and be rescued by VGNB; she did consider them well above the other freshman teams of Beacon. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Vega Venetia >Body: I see…be careful and I wish you good luck on your mission to save her. ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌ …Leaving her signature Kaomoji in her message turned to Estelle. Another last minute mission eh. "Hold on, I need to get some provisions from my room. I will meet you and the others at the helipad soon." With that, Sarina dashed off illuminatingly to her dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "No, Never a mission from Beacon, but I wouldn't say I'm a complete rookie." Then again, Grane had never really fought Grimm, so it would be interesting to see how he would fare against these creatures. At least their mission seemed straightforward enough, evict some grimm out of a fort and make sure their buddies don't bust back in. Nothing too strenuous for his first real engagement with the Grimm. Robert was trying to offer some sort of emotional support, though knowing Robert he was probably trying to mask about how much of a pussy he was. Yes, Grane was probably being extremely harsh and perhaps even a bit assholey, but this kid was going to lead him into combat. A lack of clarity would probably lead to the deaths of the entire team. Also, remembering that incident in class just made him cringe. It was like a small kitten in a den of lions. But who knows? Maybe combat would change the man. Hopefully before they all got killed. On another note, their newest team member seemed pretty chill. At least better than Robert as far as he could tell, but that wasn't much of an achievement. But enough thinking about his teammates, Grane wanted to reach the fort ASAP. The faster it was taken, the faster the reinforcements could reach them. "Robert, We gonna move out? I'd rather get this mission over with as quickly as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Go ahead, Negasi. You're gonna explode if I don't let you." Ben rolled his eyes, stifling a yawn while he tucked his Scroll into a pocket. They were running slightly behind, but he needed to be alert. He'd set the coffee maker the night before, getting his fuel was as simple as pouring it into a travel mug and starting towards the door. Bastille's leader looked like he was barely awake. And if he was honest... He wasn't quite there yet. But he was awake enough to run through his mental checklist of everything he needed, put in a good word with the big man upstairs, and step out the door. Half his coffee vanished in a few quick swallows on the way. He needed to be at the top of his game, and that meant awake, alert, and energized. Give or take twenty minutes, and he'd be all three. It was mission day, after all.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - On the way Huffing and puffing, the guardian thundered like an asthmatic ox down the hallway, struggling to fasten his armor on as he did so. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in his path pressed against the wall to avoid both him and the floating polearm that followed him, and received a brusque apology as Abel sprinted past. Of all the days to have previously left the Ampere in the Survival classroom, it had to be mission day. Abel, rounding the final corner toward the pavilion, pulled taut the last strap before he snatched his weapon out of the air. Only a few moments later, he stood, winded and tousle-haired but sufficiently ready to kick some ass, among his teammates. After his attempt at saying 'hello' result in little more than a haggard "huugh", he resigned himself to standing with the Ampere's butt planted in the ground and trying not to look like an idiot. Sapphire, Shiro, and Gren appeared normal, or as normal was for them, so he busied himself with reading the mission statement on the screen before them. While he found himself slightly distracted by the aroma of his allies' tea, he did not assume that there was enough for him, and so paid it no mind. A few seconds later, he found himself able to speak. "G'morning. Sorry 'bout the wait, got really unlucky. Um. Looks like your rebreathies are gonna come in handy, Gren. Don't really know anything about Sirens though. Are they aquatic? Pretty landlocked back home." He turned around, his gaze questioning, but discovered that everyone else seemed fit to depart. Feeling more than a little awkward to be centering the attention on himself with time a-wasting, he gestured dismissively at the screen. "Uh, whatever. Price I pay for bein' late, you can tell me on the ride over or something. I'm ready. You ready? Let's go." Brewing Storm "Alright. You know what to do: find a way inside, find out what the hell happened, and find every single person you can. Oh, and chemical drums, if you care about money. We'll be watching from above; if you hit a snag, radio either IFRA or I for help. We'll have the birds-eye view, and tell you whatever we can. God forbid, but in case something goes really badly, both Mr. Orpheus and Mr. Lloyd have been issued a flare gun. The ship will fire on wherever the flare goes, inside or out." Goodwitch crossed her arms and began to rise, along with the rest of the ship, into the air. Wind whipped her hair and cloak, but her last words came clearly and authoritatively, as if she could command fate to favor teams Bastille and Jumpercable. "Good luck." For a place determined by sweeping scans to be crawling with Grimm, Outlands Distillery looked rather quiet, albeit very ominous. Teams BASL and JPCL, dropped off on a hill in front of the facility, could see clearly the large, oddly-shaped structure, as if the building itself were deformed. All sorts of pipes, tanks, and other pieces of equipment lined its exterior, and behind the Distillery lay the sprawling swamp, choked by giant, twisted trees, stagnant water, and rolling fog. Though this mission lay on the cusp between summer warmth and autumn breezes, the air felt both cool and thick. Each hunter-in-training, on the descent to the facility, would doubtlessly step over gnarled roots, stinking puddles, deposits of mud, and an impressive variety of insects, amphibians, and reptiles. Just before the Distillery this terrain gave way to a large, paved lot, scattered over which were a few machines, storage boxes, tanks, and other such. Only one of the trucks showed any real damage: its hood had been torn off, exposing the engine, car battery, and various cables. When they got to the main door, however, they would find it sealed shut. Beside it on the left stood the towering freight door, a giant, industrial version of a garage door, which appeared closed also. Fortunately, a terminal lay between the two apertures, though powered down. Anyone with electrical savvy might be able to tell that the entire Distillery's power grid was offline, but an external source of power would be enough to activate the terminal and unseal the locks. A less tech-savvy individual, uneasy and looking around, might spot a small, dark shape disappearing around a corner as the teams approached. Defend a Caravan The airship ferrying team JESS flew with speed and silence, which as the trip went on developed a decidedly discomforting vibe. More and more, the seniors of Beacon assigned to this task would begin to suspect that their mission had, probably recently, become that much more urgent. In short notice, the ship left the verdant kingdom of Vale behind, shooting like a lonely comet of liveliness over barren steppes and wasted scrublands. Below, the occasional group of Grimm could be seen, but one got the impression that many more lurked beyond where the fleeting eye could discern. At last, forty minutes later, the airship's velocity began to diminish. The two individuals in the sealed cockpit, who so far maintained an enigmatic nonpresence as far as the hunters they'd hired were concerned, finally connected to JESS via intercom. A female voice came to them with a shockingly intense tone, demanding attention and immediate compliance, "Hunter team, prepare for action immediately. The caravan is under attack this very instant. I'm not an expert on Grimm, but I can see a huge scorpion, a couple of dinosaurs with sails, and a bunch of bulls. They've stopped the vehicle and are destroying it. Your best bet is to remove whatever is preventing the vehicle from moving and get it going. Deploy now!" The airship swooped down, and from its opened ramp leaped the members of JESS. Only a short fall lay between them and the vehicle, and as they dropped, the situation became obvious. The caravan vehicle, though huge and heavily armored, was under immense attack. Slowly but surly, the Sitting Bulls, the Tutankhamuns, and the Death Stalker were ripping through its armor. One of the Tutankhamuns stood on top of the vehicle's hulk, weighing it down as it rammed its head into the reinforced glass of the driver's terminal. At the back, the Death Stalker had a hold of the rear tires, and with its stinger lodged in one of the exhaust vents, the vehicle couldn't work up enough traction or power to get going.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Creative Mission-Based Title Buoying her own odds? Well, I gue-- "Okay, now you're just being mean!" he replied to her next jab indignantly, disconnecting a cable with some authority. "What kind of guy do you take me for, I have a right to defend myself!" After all, he wasn't a doormat who would let himself be rolled over by anyone who wanted to make fun of him so easily. "You were the one saying you were trying to put me in more danger anyway, trying to weigh down my odds." He continued in their verbal sparring session, his hands grasping the battery firmly and pulling up. "If you said you were trying to help yourself and not hinder me, I wouldn't have snapped. If that's the case, then I'll apologize. But--" he grunted, sentence interrupted by exertion as they dislodged the battery. "You can't say one thing and mean the opposite, and expect me to get it. That's unfair." Why's she so intent on making me admit it, anyway? This feels like a police confession coercion. Don't I have the right against self-incrimination? I plead the Fifth! "Let's get this thing back, the less time we spend out in the open, the better."</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer While stealth ops were probably his forte, Grane had to say he disagreed at the moment that they should go stealth, let alone split up. Yes, they may have only one person who could really take damage, but he'd rather take that than the odds of stealthily infiltrating in with no comms. Too much could go wrong. If one half got utterly wiped out, the other half would probably be screwed. The surviving half probably wouldn't even know the other half had been wiped out. Grane doubted any of them knew how to make smoke signals, even more so under combat, and using a heliograph system didn't really seem to be an option. While Grane had hardly fought against grimm, the sound of a noisy helicopter was sure to get their attention as well. The grimm would most likely be riled up from the deafening sounds of helicopter rotors. The way Grane saw it- His team was like an airborne unit at the moment. They had similar objectives- take a point with limited firepower and wait for reinforcements. The entire point of an airborne unit was to surprise the enemy in their own backyard, and wipe out opposition before they could mass together and eventually wipe out the smaller force, or at least delay them long enough for reinforcements to arrive. "Robert, while I'm down to do this mission sneaky beaky like, we just don't have the comms to pull off a successful stealth raid. Yes, we could go in blind and hope nothing goes wrong, but it could. Waiting to grab some radios inside of the fort is not much of a safety net in my opinion, when we don't even know there are working radios there. I would suggest the most direct approach and drop into the middle of the fort. It might disorient the Grimm for a bit, long enough for us to take the base. We can get Delta into a elevated position where he can pick off the rest of the grimm assaulting our position, while we radio for help and hold the fort on the ground. Splitting up our forces with no comms for the first half of the op is not appealing to me. If something happens in that time period, the mission is FUBAR." Grane meant no disrespect, but he felt he needed to give some input before they all agreed on a half baked plan at best. "That being said, if you feel like stealth is the best opinion, I will respect your choice of strategy." Grane wasn't really interested in the leadership position, nor did he want to start any drama with this new team. If Robert wanted to go ahead with this, fine, he'd follow orders. Didn't mean he had to agree or like them though.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Got you." Bastille's leader answered Amy, taking a few steps to the right to cover the cardinal points left open by Luke and Amy. Shotguns up and at the ready, carefully sweeping across the extent of his domain in clear, calm pans. He could dimly hear their faint bickering, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Normally it would have been funny. Right now he was too on edge. It was easy to understand, though. It was their way of relieving stress. Keeping cool and collected. He couldn't begrudge them that. But he really wished they'd pick up the pace.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane shrugged in response to Skyra's suggestoin, "Well alright if you think that's best. First though unless somebody has a better idea Sepia made friends with some guys that hang out at a local cafe and I was thinking of stopping by there to see if they know anything. Any better ideas?" She asked the group not expecting anything more. She looked at her yellow clothing and vibrant red scarf, guess she would be hard pressed to blend in with anyone. Eh, points for style right? Besides, people would want to avoid them if they looked like a gang or group of detectives or something. Given no other suggestions she would head off towards the Cat Nap, checking her map every so often.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate In a sudden fit of genius, Abel discerned the exact purpose of the earplugs the moment Sapphire handed them to him. Actually, since the first time the Siren's mention crossed his ears, he'd hurried to use his scroll to look up any available information on the Grimm in question, so by now he hosted a pretty clear idea of what the sound-oriented monsters could do. The abilities he read about chilled him ever so slightly; if everything that shone on the little screen before him constituted hard fact, the Sirens could not only sing to entice but also mimic human voices perfectly. Holding the earplugs in his hands, and bereft of any worry that the girl's earbuds might be too small, he resolved to not allow the team to split up. When thrust into a position to actually enforce this, just a few moments later, Abel tripped over his tongue. The news of Sapphire's aquaphobia struck him as a major problem, of course, but only did her relegation of the guardian to backup leader truly floor him. Never in his life had Abel either been explicitly given or wanted to take a position of great responsibility. After all, his strength was his strong suit. In the realms of quick thinking, adaptability, planning, and coordination, practically anyone was more fit than he in his mind. Furthermore, it seemed that by doing this, Sapphire neglected to consider an aspect of his fighting style that a maritime mission would utterly flummox. He listened sagely to Gren's reply, nodding along for the most part but inwardly making a list of things to raise objection to—it was important to have one's thoughts in order. Once the orc finished, Abel drained his tea, folded his arms and commenced responding. "Yeah. Sight'll be real important if we can't hear." Despite the guardian's lack of enthusiasm for a leadership role, he seemingly let slip the caveat that Sapphire needed to be incapacitated first before he start fulfilling it. Holding a finger to his chin in the very image of inspiring contemplation, he continued, "From the pictures I saw when I looked it up, the thing looks like a big slug with a bunch of different horns on its head. If anything, it's as sluggish in water as on land, and sound travels better through air, right? Might not even have to swim. Which, uh, would be good, because there's a couple issues with me and water. I'm a good swimmer, but in full clothes and this armor, not as much, and then there's my semblance. Surge has, like, two modes: finesse, and ka-blam. One won't do anything, the other will fry everything in a fifty-foot radius in water, us too. Plus...wouldn't it really suck to try and open my eyes in salt water? Hm. Funny that the cat's the best with water, huh?" His eyes went wide. "Wait, that's not racist, is it?" When Swansong arrived, Abel silently followed everyone else, paying a rapt and near-military attention to Captain McDougall. His patient ear absorbed every tidbit of exposition the sheriff could offer. At the end, the guardian gave a respectful nod and declared, "Yes, sir. We'll keep in touch." For the second time that day, Abel crossed his arms and entered the realm of deep thought. "A cave. Well, we know where to start." He cast an azure glance at Gren. "I dunno if we need to talk to the locals. If there were any big Grimm around, the sheriff would already know. The old lady never even saw the thing. Seems simple to me: go to cave, find thing, fillet thing." An epitome washed over him, and Abel stepped back, drawing a curtain of impassiveness over whatever enthusiasm or involvement his face held. "But, um, I'm not the actual leader. So whatever." Brewing Storm Already, despite the only setbacks being an uncooperatively offline door terminal and the faint, fleeting suggestion of a discreet adversary, the atmosphere grew slowly but steadily more tense. By now, only a blithe fool might expect that the Outlands Distillery held anything remotely pleasant for them. Off to the side of the complex's main entrance lay a smaller building adjoining the main lot, whose large and legible but clearly weather-corroded sign identified it as the vehicle depot. Of course, with the main trucks and other utility vehicles outside, one might image this particular structure to be holding something more important or delicate within. Vague outlines could be seen inside a breakable-looking window, and to an especially keen eye, there lurked the outlines of a localized generator within, just enough to get the depot's doors and lights working for a few minutes. Of course, Amy's acute senses didn't have just a murky interior to concentrate on. A persistent tapping stimulated her hearing, though its source turned out to be annoyingly hard to pinpoint—at first it seemed as if it came from above, then from an all-terrain truck parked near the giant garage door, then the tank resting against the distillery's exterior. Every so often, in fact, it might even appear as if several of these places emanated the tapping simultaneously, if she wasn't too busy playfully bantering with Lucas, at least. A lucky minute later, the car battery lay on top of the terminal, conjoined to it by a mercifully all-purpose capable, and power flowed through the immediate system. While not nearly enough to budge the massive door, the setup -as engineered by Cian and Lorena- worked admirably to unseal the normal entrance. With this task complete, the terminal no longer posed as an object of interesting. That is, until a buzzing noise came from the inlaid microphone, punctuated by the flash of a very pressable 'answer' button just beside it. Either the ladies' work with the system left its communication feature malfunctioning, or someone was trying to contact the Beacon teams. Defend the Caravan Unequivocally focused on obliterating the caravan vehicle, the Death Stalker did not at all anticipate an attack from above, particularly one aimed at one of its two visible weak points. A shrill, bloodcurdling squeal filled the air as four of the monster's red eyes burst like water balloons, scattering viscous blood and an inky black fluid across its immaculate white mask. Instinctively reacting to the incoming threat, the scorpion aimed its stinger at Sterling, who -unable to change direction midair- faced an abrupt and most likely traumatic skewering. Before the stinger could even come close to piercing the senior's ego, however, Estellise fell like a bladed comet onto its back, driving her blade into the gap between mask and carapace with tremendous force. The Death Stalker croaked and lashed its tail wildly, clearly dying. The less reactive members of team Jessant, unfortunately, fared less admirably than their comrades. The Tutankhamen standing atop the caravan vehicle, distracted from its prey by the noise and wind disturbances of the airship, looked up to see Jorie falling just a little too close. Snarling, it held still for a moment before launching into a vicious spin, its tail mere miliseconds away from batting the poor faunus across the wasteland. Sarina, meanwhile, fell afoul of a rogue air current and drifted away from the group. Rather than in a position to immediately start defending the caravan, she plopped right into a quintet of Nightmares, all equally eager to cave her internal organs in with merciless, rock-hard hooves.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid As the team was debating their next move, something happened to the forest. For lack of a better term, the ground opened up underneath them and swallowed them whole. Which wasn't entirely untrue: the ground underneath the team did indeed open up, and from the hole came thick, sticky web. This web not only was nearly impossible to escape by brute force, even for the students, but was as hard as cement. Worse still, this web didn't come from a single grimm. It came from hundreds of them. As the team fell into the dark hole, they may catch a glimpse of beady red eyes staring right at them. Thousands upon thousands of arachnids, some as small as a car tire, others as big as a semi truck. And behind the ocean of broodlings was their queen, their mother, the Ariadne. She let loose an ear piercing scream that signaled the entire nest to descend onto the hunters, ready to tear them apart even as they were strapped in the web. @Onarax@Crimmy@Sho Minazuki On his way to the dorms It had been a long day, and after the mission Gren wanted to do nothing else but eat. Sure he didn't need to, what with being a cyborg and all, but eating was catharsis for him. He tasted the delicious food and empower himself on their life energy. Or at least that's his excuse for scarfing down so much cheap fast food. He had went to town and hit up the first MkRonalds he could find, spending quite a large amount of Lein for essentially fifty pounds worth of fries and chicken nuggets. He didn't care though; he just wanted to eat. By the time he was done Gren went back to Beacon, if only to continue his culinary adventure (I.e. eat everything he could get his hands on). He stopped by vending machines and got salty peanut covered caramel nougat and powdered doughnuts, washing it down with cherry flavored soda and ginger ale. Then he went to his garden to water the flowers as well as grab a few ripe vegetables from the community garden, giving them a slight wash as he ate a variety of cherry tomatoes, egg plants, and collard greens. All of it raw. He was starting to debate if he should start looking around for birds nest to eat their eggs and chicks when the endless hunger received a text from Shiro. He wanted to go out for pizza. "Pizza... Pizza sounds good." Gren wiped the juices off his face and body and looked towards the dorms. If he was going to go back to the city he'll need to put on some casual clothing. Right now he was still in his armor, and in fact hasn't really showered. Now that he thought about it, he was totally disgusting. "I should take a bath..." Hopefully before anyone spots him while he was still filthy, Gren went over to the dorms to shower and change. All the while he send Shiro a text back.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Cafeteria Diamond was actually a bit surprised the tiger boy bothered to recall manners before answering her - pleasantly surprised mind you. "Quite so... angry." she explained, "Forgive me but you seem rather like the carefree and a little bit air headed type. It's depressing to see people you assume to be as such as anything but. Now you're the second in the span of an hour, right after Emerald." she said with a little frown. "Rough time on the mission as well or did someone specific rustle your jimmies?" Her gaze shifted to the blue liquid before she answered the other question. "But whatever the cause, people usually go for alcohol alongside and after the meal rather than that. It tends to actually take your mind off of things. Either that or make you wallow in self pity and stuff. I could point you to a couple of good places." she offered. Just make sure not to say anything in front of anyone if you get hammered.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken-Infirmary "Did you bite off another person's head, Gratia?" The flowing tone of the words revealed their speaker even before anyone turned to look at her. The new B of Vignoble was walking towards the pair, having just stepped out of the way of a rather upset looking catboy. Her cheerful gait soon brought her over to Bianca's bed. Caring eyes floated above a small smile. Below that the faint tones of some sort of energetic violin music floated out from the earphones settled around the otter Faunus' neck. Loud enough to dispel any depressing vibes trying to get near but quiet enough to settle into the subconscious after a couple seconds. She held up a small vase filled with purple irises. "Hey Bianca, I figured you could do with something colorful to look at while you were in here."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro tilted his head. "Well, yeah I'm angry. You would be too if you just had to deal with someone like...that," He thought to himself. Shiro waved his hand at Diamond, ignoring the light insult to his personality. It wasn't like he disagreed with her, there were quite a few things that just flew straight over his head he knew that much about himself. He frowned when she mentioned that seeing him in his current mood had depressed her. That wasn't his intention. He only wanted to chow down before pounding in some training dummy's face. He'd shower then go to bed and wake the next day with no hard feelings reserved for whomever that headphones-wearing girl was. He'd just be mindful of being around her or ever speaking to her ever again. Ever. He didn't like profane and vulgar speech. He even hated using the words himself, even if he couldn't help himself at times. "No...my mission went alright. Well, it would've been a 100% clear if I hadn't gotten bitten by my own..." He shook his head. "Ah, never mind that. But yeah, someone did kind of bother me a little." Shiro drew circles on the table with his finger as he looked boredly at it. Maybe he had over reacted? Again, he hardly knew who the girl was so maybe that was just part of who she was and he was being a little baby about it. Shiro's ears twitched upon the mention of alcohol. "Uh...I don't know about all those other things but...I don't really like the stuff. I mean, I tried it once and it tasted horrible. Burned my mouth and nose too and I felt funny afterward, getting a little sick. Plus..." Shiro's blue eyes shifted around, "I don't think you should be talking about drinking. I don't know about you but I'm a minor. I don't think I'm supposed to drink." It was true, he had only tried a sip of some rotgut he found somewhere once before out of curiosity. Immediately hated it. Immediately swore it off for life after how badly it had affected him. "I mean, I appreciate the offer to help me feel better but I'll get better on my own with time. Just...be careful about the things you talk about. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble..." he then frantically waved his hands at her. "N-not that I would ever tell on you! I'm not a snitch, so don't start thinking that! What you do with your life and your body is your own business, not mine. So long as it doesn't affect anyone else around you..." He turned back to his food to slowly resume munching, with much less anger and intensity from before.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate From an early age, Abel harbored an unusual interpretation of the idea of 'stress'. Shortly after beginning his training as a guardian in Palisade, he came to the conclusion that stress was a poison. It built up inside someone who didn't know how to deal with it or didn't have the time, affecting that person's abilities and attitude, all the while slowly eating away at his or her soul. Like certain diseases, though, it didn't ultimately kill by itself, but instead allowed other malevolent afflictions to get their time in the limelight. Someone choked by stress might not notice an extra Grimm coming in at the side, or be so tired that a sudden gust of wind might blow him or her over the wall. This rather odd notion, combined with Abel's methodical nature, meant that he always took pains to alleviate stress whenever he felt it bubbling in his veins. No normal person would have made a beeline for the gym after only half an hour of post-mission rest, but Abel did exactly that. His reasoning was simple: through rhythmic, repetitious exertion, he could shed away his worries like scratching away so much dead skin after a sunburn. Some people lost themselves in music, or in a book, or in the bottom of a shot glass, but Abel chose to run himself so ragged that he couldn't bring himself to think about the past or future. After arriving, he did not throw himself into frenzied exercise, but measured himself so that he could go for a long time. Jogging around the perimeter, push-ups, sit-ups, squats, crunches, balancing, lateral raises, stretches, piston punches, kick drills—all served to tire him out and help him forget. He became sore quickly, but after that became numb. The knowledge that such exhausting work would make him stronger and more useful in the future, along with clearing his head, sustained him, though he did make sure to visit the drinking fountain often. Occasionally his stomach troubled him for food, but he didn't really distinguish it from the plethora of other troubles aching his body now. Eventually, Abel just stopped moving. He lay motionless on a floor mat, waiting like a salivating dog for each cool drift of air from the fan far above. Fatigue made every motion a chore, but despite the state of his body, the guardian was happy. Paradoxically, he never felt in a more peak physical condition than when he'd just finished an extensive workout. Though he moderated his thoughts, he absolutely felt as if such great exercise was proof that whether or not he did well in a certain situation, he could be formidable and helpful no matter what. I can do it echoed through his mind. A beep sounded out through the quiet gym, originating from Abel's phone. He laboriously pushed himself to his feet to check the device. "Twenty minutes ago...?" he frowned, looking at his Scroll. In his singleminded dedication to working out, he'd toned out the sound that heralded a message's arrival. So Shiro wanted to go for pizza. "Sure, I could eat," he matter-of-factly informed himself. First things first, though; as elated as he felt now, he also felt disgusting. He'd need to get clean and changed pronto before he could even think about reintegrating into human society. The guardian headed for the gym's locker room and spent a little more than five minutes in the shower, scalding away his exhaustion with hot water. When he got out, he discovered that Gren had replied to the group text and named a restaurant. Abel recognized the name and nodded in approval. Only after putting the Scroll away in his pocket did he realize that replying would have been a good idea. With that in mind, he whipped it out and got to work. His finger paused over the 'send' button. Wait, didn't I just type 'Great. Let's do it'? Why'd it autocorrect to that? Shrugging mentally, he sent it anyway. The new phrase worked just as well.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Truth be told, Ben Lloyd was almost happy the Manticore hadn't decided to run. He wanted to get the mission done as soon as possible, he was more than ready to be done for the day, and he didn't want the massive Grimm on the ground with his teammate. But despite all of that, despite his desire to get the mission done, one little thing had been nagging him. The Manticore was still alive. As long as that was true, he hadn't proven his point yet. So when Goodwitch gave her orders, Ben didn't hesitate to dive head first back into the fray. Literally. Backing up a few steps from the end of the ramp, Ben took a running start and dove off of the ramp towards the Manticore below. The attack began before he ever reached the beast below, letting loose with his shotguns as he dropped towards the Manticore. Each Dust round, fire from the left and lightning from the right, served both to attack and to slow his fall. Ben was a little too eager to get back into the fight, sure, but he wasn't eager to be paste on the ground. He counted each shot, waiting until there was only a single shot left in each tonfa, before flipping them into a reverse grip. Just in time, too. The wind whipped against his face, eyes protected only by his BaSTEELs, while he inched closer and closer to terminal velocity and the vast black expanse of the Grimm's back loomed before him. A grin stretched across his face mere instants before impact, the force gravity had imparted used to drive the two tonfa's blades deep into the Manticore's back. Deep by his standards, at least, less so for the titanic Grimm. Though his shotguns had slowed him down he nevertheless watched as the impact cut the Aura reserves indicated by his BaSTEELs from almost 300% down to 279%. What a shame. Guess he'd have to make do with that paltry amount. Ben let the remainder of his momentum carry his legs down from his impromptu handstand, boots impacting with the Grimm's back as his torso righted itself and pulled the blades from the beast's back in the process. That pinprick wasn't the true aim of his attack, however, it was just the vehicle of his arrival. Now things got fun. The chaingun had helpfully stripped most of the armor from the Grimm's back, making his run up its spine its spine one over uneven terrain rather than one over a mass of spikes. Deinamig ensured, though he watched his Aura levels drop a few points more, that the trip was quick enough to keep he Grimm from shaking him off. Not that he expected it to; in fact, he would be surprised if it had even noticed him. Cian's assault and its rage at Goodwitch's strike occupied most of its attention. Long enough for him to reach his destination, at least. The chaingun had done one more helpfully thing, too; it had stripped a large swathe of the beast's mane from the back of its neck. The toxic spines within would have been an issue if it hadn't. As it was Ben reached the base of its neck a few seconds after landing with only five percent less Aura. With a flick of the button, Ben's ears were treated to the music of clicking metal while Artorius and Lawnslot reoriented themselves and extended their blades to give him the right tool for the job. The Manticore was immense, many times taller than Ben himself, with a similarly massive neck. At its widest point the beast's neck was half again as wide as Ben was tall, easily. Not something a creature he could just decapitate. But, then again, Caletfwlch was almost as big as he was. He could make a damn good try at it. Ben brought the sword back over his shoulder, grin widening as he watched his Aura gauge plummet from 274% all the way down to 70 and strength filling his arms. A boost big enough to fill his Aura gauge two times over, and just enough left over to be ready for any trouble that might come up. When Caletfwlch swung down, poised to cleave through more than half the diameter of the neck beneath him, the force from the recoil the last shot in Artorius' chamber provided was a drop in the ocean compared to Deinamig.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Lube's a sweeeeeetheaaaaaart," Lauren sang, stopping to stroke the ahoge of her adopted little brother before kicking another two drums onto the lift. Between the three of them, they'd moved about half of the drums so far in seemingly no time at all, and Luke Schwarz's ability to monologue and talk at the same time made him hella more productive. Having Sangue here was convenient. Luke's body always seemed to function without his tacit approval around cute girls. He and Cap probably have a lot of war stories to share... Maybe there was a reason all the guys in her life seemed to have sexual harassment stories. ... They all need confidence! By the time the one-time carjacker's rare moment of self-awareness had ended, she had gotten to the remaining baker's dozen of chemical drums. Staring at them for a couple seconds, she slowly looked all the way down to the end of the hallway where Sangue and Luke were talking, then back to the drums. An idea struck her. What the fuck, Negasi? Work smart, not hard. "Coming your way, babe!" By the time Sangue and Luke looked up at Lauren, a drum was rolling down the hallway towards them, leisurely paced thanks to a keen shove from one of Lauren's feet. A second joined it in short order. Then a third. Soon, they had a neat little production line going. Had to be easier than going two at a time.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom He really did have a soft heart, she thought as Luke shared his own thoughts with her. It felt oddly strange to hear others talk about the well-being of those close to them; she had heard such things from her own team, but never with others. Perhaps she simply needed time to realize that many were willing to protect- even if some desired to hurt those who harmed their friends rather than protect said friends first. It was a reasonable way of protecting to some, and Sangue herself knew that much from personal experience before she entered the academy. But it certainly conflicted with her slowly shaping moral. "I think the... same," she spoke softly, her tone slightly more tender than before at the thought of those who were beloved to her. "I... think the same," she repeated. All she had was her team, really. Her family was off on an unknown journey to survive and perhaps fulfill a mission, but at the cost of leaving Sangue in her untimely darkest times- her days as a child. Although she took it in well due to accepting the cold of fending off an unknown hostility in her home, she preferred the warmth of eating with those who laughed and dragged her into conversations rather than eating in the wilderness. She could live with the wild, but her newfound emotions made it hard to do so now. If anything, she was living a completely new life. And she knew she had to be grateful for it. "I..." Pushing her second barrel a bit deeper into the lift, she turned to Luke with a rare expression. It was not a smile, but her eyes fixated on the boy with a softer gaze. It was rare for her to talk with students outside of her team aside from classes, and in classes, she was usually occupied with work or trying to stay awake due to a sleeping pattern left in shambles. "I like... the way you think," she admitted, admiring his view on helping others. He was caring, yes, but that seemed to be an understatement. The care he held for those around him was far less selfish than her own. For while she cared about those close to her, it was mostly to relieve her own emotions that she helped others for. It felt like she learned about a way to improve herself a bit. Just a bit. She still had numerous flaws, and only a small handful of talents that sometimes overshadowed said flaws. "I like... people... who think that way," she stated honestly, almost repeating what she said earlier. "You're not... a nice... guy." "You're... a great guy. A... cool guy. That's... how people refer to... people like... you. I think. The way you think- you should not let... go of it." This was the most she had said to someone outside of her team. But this person named Luke seemed like someone she would respect, no matter what he really thought of her. Even if he found her to be odd, she found his own ideals to be simplistic, but oddly intriguing to someone like her. "It's nice to know... there are... people like you. It really... is." "I... want to be friends... with those kinds of people. They make... me feel... special. More than what I... should normally feel." It really helped her to know that some people were nicer than her. So she did not find it a waste of time to talk with him. She hoped that she was not wasting his time. Turning to Lauren, a light bulb brightened in Sangue's head as she moved over from the line of barrels that formed. Lauren was a genius! At least, to Sangue, she was. Or maybe the brawler was just clever, but cleverness was far more useful than the level of gullibility Sangue had. Still, her own accuracy with the barrels was more inaccurate than a toddler throwing a softball. That could potentially waste time if Sangue kept missing the lift. With that in mind, the swordswoman decided to use the original method they used to move the barrels and rolled two barrels down to the lift.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Having finished preparing in team SASG's room, which culminated in the somewhat-ceremonial donning of his favorite blue jacket, Abel felt at peace. As mundane as his actions over the past few hours had been, they truly did take the edge of the concerns that prodded him, and now, with all of his ducks in a row, he could depart for an evening in Vale with a mind unclouded. Before he left, though, he made his way to a cage situated on one of the cabinets. Several feet wide and only a little less deep, the enclosure contained all sorts of toys and terrain. Upon a grassy knoll slumbered Scoot the ferret, and the city of the little critter curled up and fidgeting in his dreams brought a warm smile to Abel's face. He dared not pet the small dude for fear it might awaken him, but he badly wanted to. An ethereal sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned toward the door. With his left hand in his pocket, he strode through the silent corridors toward the airship docks. Despite the plan seemingly in order, he moved rather hesitantly. His teammates had yet, after all, to reply to the group text message to which Abel had most recently responded. Though not obsessive, the guardian absolutely preferred to have a plan agreed upon before taking any significant action. Deprived of such organization, any kind of group venture could only end in disaster: boredom, frustration, and regret. Abel knew that he could not let that happen. His team needed no more divisions. A few moments passed while he read a poster advertizing for some sort of Beacon robotics club attached to the wall. The flier did not really pique his interest, but he felt it necessary to while away a little time in the hopes that his scroll would buzz from a newly-received message telling him what exactly to do. After all, if he hopped on an airship to Vale and it turned out Gren was making his own dinner while Shiro changed his mind, he'd be all alone in a big, crowded city. His patience was rewarded—a vibration in his pocket prompted him to produce the scroll and view the new revelation. What he saw, however, made him frown. "Hey, y'all want to come out to Vale and hang out or something? Y'all don't have to if you don't want. Just an idea." What? Hadn't Shiro gotten confirmation just a little while ago that both Gren and Abel would be happy enough to accompany him to a pizzeria in Vale? Maybe the faunus forgot. Abel, remembering his comrade's issues with memory in the past, felt sadness pour over him. Dealing with an amnesiac reminded him too closely of dealing with a relative with Alzheimer's. Memories made people who they were; interacting with someone, knowing that their memories might slip away at any time, filled him with helplessness and sorrow. Carefully, Abel's fingers moved across the touchscreen. As per usual, his large digits sometimes pressed more than one letter key at once, and sometimes one he didn't mean to at all, but this time he kept these little accidents to a minimum.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Shooting Range "Hey Oli, still picking out your weapon?" For the sniper, memories were often his landline, a way to avoid the perils of dehumanizing everything. It would be easy to drift away while doing his job, to just view everything through the scope and forget the reality of his situation. Memories would bring him back home and remind him of what was important, even when the world around him turned unreal. "Yeah, you know me, can't have anything too messy." Bang! As was often the case, even the moving target at the range was an easy shot for the young boy. The cheese eater had long since stopped going to the range solely to train, sure constant refinement was helpful, but the real benefit was the mental training. However even more important was the calming effect it had on his overall health. While in combat there was that ever present danger of growing detached, at the range it was almost a blessing. It was his way of zoning away and completely putting his troubles behind him, not worrying about the what ifs, could haves, and should haves. This was his meditation, his way of reassessing everything. "I'm guessing you've already decided on keeping your mom's rapier then? Secondary form is a little tricky." Breathe. Relax. Breathe. As the tension in his muscles faded, giving way to the simple pull of his trigger, newer memories presented themselves for evaluation. Truth be told Vignoble's cheese eating, pun making, idiot of a teammate was still struggling with how things had turned out. A large part of him was actually questioning his remaining time at Beacon. He had signed up to fight monsters, not slaughter humans (as deplorable they might have been). There had been casualties in the last fight, and a part of him was certain he could have found a way to stop them. Bianca was a mess, Gratia's arrogance had reached a new high, he wasn't sure what to think of Beryl, and Vega was nowhere to be seen. Yet for some reason, he felt like half the crisis could have been averted if he had been just a little faster. And perhaps, some of that was a result of his own arrogance. "Guns tend to be messy, at least things like an assault rifle which love to rip and tear." "It'd also be hard to limit collateral." Whatever the case, a part of him kept running over the events of the past few days. Perhaps if they had been quicker Bianca could have been spared much of her suffering, perhaps he should have stayed with Beryl and helped her, he could even have been faster dealing with his opponents so he could back up Gratia. The fact remained that people were dead and injured and part of that responsibility fell squarely on his shoulders. What kind of Hunter hunted humans? "I got it Oli. A sniper would solve both problems." So for now he trained and focused, the past was the past, he just needed to make sure next he was faster and that next time his aim was true. If there was a next time. "Think I have the aim for it tho? Might need to scope things out first." "Just barrel through, you'll figure it out." Barrel through, it was funny how Albano's advice always stuck with the young man. Even when the situation felt rough, or nigh impossible, somehow thinking of the only home that mattered managed to center him. Contrary to the beliefs of some people, the sniper wasn't much of a material person, on the contrary it was often the sentimentality of the intangibles that meant the most to him. When the path before him became muddled, it was those intangibles that brought him joy, it was those that gave him a purpose again. "Think about it Oli, you could even have like a pistol for too close stuff, but between your dueling and your sniping, people would hard pressed to get near you." "Aim to please in any situation?" "Exactly." So here he was, a path spiraling out before that he could not see the end of. On the one hand was a betrayal of the ideals he joined the Hunters for in the first place. He existed to serve humans and faunus, to protect them by killing monsters, not by hurting other humans or faunus. Right now he wasn't sure whether this path would guide him in that direction or not. On the other hand, there was a chance for reform, to show the world what it meant to be a Hunter, that some ideals truly were worth fighting for, regardless of so called naivete. The only question was whether this academy was his only path to such a goal, or whether he was better served finding a new home to develop himself at. "Guess it's time to expand your range Oli. I'll help you train." By now all of the targets had been riddled countless times. At this point there really wasn't much left to do at the range, both from a shooting standpoint and for his own mental health. Yet there was one ritual that still struck him as Scapino reverted back into components for Napoli to sheathe. A ritual that brought him clarity even when nothing else would, one that connected him to the other important figure in his life. His right hand reached for the pendant around his neck, rubbing but not opening it, as five words returned to his memory. "Stay strong. Mio figlio prediletto." Stay strong.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Busting a move Gren watched the maid dutifully go do as he says, running off to help Sepia. Gren was half-tempted to go with her and talk with Shiro and Team KESS, but he chose against it for now. There was some things he needed to do, which involved sending two messages out, one for Abel and one for Shiro. Gren sent out the messages before heading back to the firing range to clean up his mess. He sent Abel a lone text because he wanted to make sure Abel was somewhat savvy of the situation, and because Gren was somewhat aware that Abel had feelings for one of the members of Team Kess. He just doesn't remember who, so he left it vague enough for Abel to capitalize on. Perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but Gren liked to think he was just making sure everyone gets their happy ending. Gren returned to the firing range and found what remained of his aura-fueled jetpack. Lots of broken bits of metal and a stain on the floor. He was certain he could gain some information from the wreck, but his friends needed him right now. So Gren picked up a broom and swept up his mess before heading back to the dorms to change into something that was still in one piece. Since he was going out with friends, he felt like he needed to dress in a more impressive fashion than his previous outfit. He had a special pair of pants and shoes, primarily black but with gold trims, which he'd wear with his dark purple jacket. Underneath, he had a silver colored shirt with Beacon's emblem on it's back. To finish it off, he worn a checkered cabbie hat. He also put The God Eater away into his locker. A night out in the city shouldn't be too dangerous, and even if it was it would be more dramatic to summon his locker to crush his opponent then just whipping out The God Eater. Finishing off by brushing his teeth and eating a mint, Gren headed out to meet Shiro and Abel. Hopefully they could use their charms to keep the girl's company. Because given Gren's recent luck with women, he was starting to think maybe he wasn't as charismatic as he had hoped. He sighed but kept his smile up. "Better luck next time I guess." Opening up the internet Gren played a song in his head, jamming to it as he walked to the meeting place.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The very instant Abel replaced his scroll in his pocket, the tone rang out that signified the arrival of a new message. That quickly? He slipped the device out again, leaning against the wall as he did. Sapphire? Should have known. Unfortunately, she did not want to join the group, citing some other responsibility to concern herself with. He didn't know whether he believed her, but if she thought she needed rest or solitude, that was that. Abel quietly bemoaned this turn of events. While his team did not share the friendliest dynamic around, he wanted with absolute sincerity to get over this rockiness and reunite with the people that were supposed to be his brothers in arms—especially Sapphire. The blue-haired leader of Swansong had only herself to blame for her current relationship with her teammates, but that didn't mean that Abel wanted her excluded. Even if she treated him coldly, he felt inclined to try and be a proper comrade for her. She was, after all, his partner. Fate had brought them together in the Emerald Forest, and the guardian wasn't one to give up on fate so easily. Still, he could look forward to joining the boys, at least. Moving quickly now with great strides, Abel made tracks to the airship docks. On the way, he stopped when prompted by his scroll to check his inbox again. Suddenly excited to be headed out and doing something in the city of Vale, a place almost totally new to him, he read the message's contents, popped the scroll back into his pocket, and resumed his saunter with something on his face dangerously close to a smile. "Now we've got a plan," he ruminated aloud. "The wheels are turning!" In no time at all he found himself squinting slightly in the late afternoon sun, just starting to go to gold. Heart light, he headed for the airport. Almost immediately he spotted Shiro. Altering his course for his faunus friend, he raised an arm to shout a greeting. As he did, though, his eyes chanced to land upon the people right around him, and his shout died in his throat. At least, it tried to; something malformed, never meant to see the light of day, rose from the grave and squirmed out instead. "Auehh?!" Of all things he might have seen, he did not expect to find Sepia and...Krysanthe. What was she doing here? Not that he didn't want to see her, but...he wasn't ready! After showering, he'd paid absolutely zero attention to his hair, and while he very seldom fretted about his appearance, the fact seemed awfully conspicuous all of a sudden. Feeling like a big goon, he took a few seconds to compose himself. Could she have heard that goofy grunt? No, no...she was too far away, for certain. At that moment his scroll went off again and, grateful for the distraction, he browsed the new updates from Gren, two in rapid succession. On closer inspection, the second text looked to be for him alone. Sneaking a glance back toward the group, he recognized that Sepia did, though he wouldn't have immediately noticed on his own, seem to be in some sort of distress. "Thanks, buddy," he mumbled as he ducked behind a planter. As fast as he could, he ran his fingers through his hair, effectively combing it back into the realm of civilized hair. Abel took a deep breath, straightened himself up, and strode back into the open. With his left hand back in his pocket, he made his way toward Shiro, Sepia, and Krysanthe at a leisurely pace, trying to seem neither too eager nor too flippant. Once in range, he greeted them, "Hey! Good evening!" Only at that moment he realized that if he just barged in, he might upset Sepia somehow. Sweating on the inside, Abel gave his best attempt at a smile, and sidled closer to the other students. He maneuvered his way farthest away from Sepia, ending up somewhere near the middle between Krysanthe and Shiro. His hands clasped behind his back, not unlike the stance of a butler or bellboy. In earlier years he'd learned that such a position made him seem attentive and ready to lend a hand if need by, but removed and noncommittal at the same time. Standing like this, even a huge man could seem small, and even a big dolt could seem useful—at least, so he hoped. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he'd entered into a thick silence. "I..I hope I'm not intruding?" He murmured to Krysanthe, judging that staying totally silent after just arriving would be the weirder course of action.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue knew nothing of her family. Amy knew her family, though it was clear that it was not the most pleasant of families. Reality made it so that not everyone was happy from the first moment they could remember clearly in their adulthood. For Sangue, obliviousness contributed to how much of a blank sheet she was when it came to emotions and anything related to society. Whether it be the tinge of corruption in some sides of society or the simpler and more straightforward side of life, she had less experience in. Amy would surely have a reason for not liking her family, and the thought of it resonated within the snake's mind. Sangue was born human. She acted with a sentience more limited than both humans and Faunus, despite sharing similar blood to them. She did not understand- let alone know- much about Amy's position in society, but none of it mattered to one who grew in a world where society did not exist in the first place. What mattered was reason. Reason, and condition. Condition, and the person. She did not know too much on what good she could be for Amy. Sangue lacked much of the knowledge one would need in a world where deception could linger under the eye of the public. She was naive and trusting behind the monstrous exterior of a natural-born predator. Amy brought reality into the spotlight quite well, Sangue thought. Silence fell as Sangue glanced at the infirmary, and then at the path she walked in. The chains of her claw rattled quietly, as if to signify wherever the huntress went. "I see," she whispered. As they walked, Sangue took a small breath. The excitement from the mission she had gone to had quieted down, but she still wanted to make sure to retain her usual composure the day after. Immediate preparation for returning to a proper mental stature was key for someone who generally moved and acted slowly outside of battle. While moving, an idea came to the snake's mind. Turning directly to Amy's direction, she slowly reached out before putting her only hand on the Faunus' shoulder. "..." ... ... ... "...This... is how you... assure people... to make them happy. Right...?" ... ... "...I'm sorry. I'll... try this again... at a better time..." Taking her hand off of Amy's shoulder, Sangue scratched the back of her head. She had tried to be more casual with her friend but only ended up looking like a 4-dimensional doofus. The timing felt extremely off, even for the swordswoman, so she decided to try again at a later time. Perhaps there was a more appropriate time she could put her hand on someone's shoulder reassuringly. That would be great, considering how she saw some people do it. Amy's feathery hair clicked something in Sangue's head. Soon, she ended up taking off the pin that held her ponytail and let her hair flow freely. She rarely did so outside of her dormitory, but for now... she was having a moment of peace. A bit of vulnerability wouldn't hurt in exchange for comfort, hopefully. "Perhaps I... should meditate... outside... some time soon..." Sangue muttered as she stared at a flight of stairs. She did not know if Amy meditated like she did, but the idea of meditating with her whole team sounded interesting. At the moment, Sangue's train of thoughts were not filled with too much to express to her friend. But she did not need much to talk about to appreciate Amy for walking together with her. Her presence alone was enough to be appreciative about.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Write@HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi "Then make a decision, Schwarz," was Gratia's flat reply. The Mistralese Huntress' tone betrayed no emotion, nor did her impassive expression. There was nothing that she could convey in the first place; although the tickets were free, she possessed no great interest in acquiring them for her own gain. However, there was a need to observe Nuit and ensure that the recently-healed Faunus did not attempt anything fucking retarded; her compatriot's emotional state was likely still erratic in some way after the imprisonment. "Otherwise, Nuit will force her own choices onto you." Her phone chirped. That was the irritatingly cheerful alert she had assigned to any messages from Vega, one she had decided was befitting of her leader's boundless annoying energy. The Mistralese girl rapidly removed the device from her pocket, dark eyes glancing down at the glowing screen at the text. It was a bother, but she would have to formulate a reply to the other huntress' shallow question. >Standing in the infirmary. >Get the fuck out of bed. Her fingers danced rapidly across the keys, before immediately hitting send.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Practically the instant the airship's hatch door opened, folding down to become a short stairway for passengers, Abel was ready to board. A very rare sort of energy had overtaken him, awoken somehow despite the morning's grueling mission and the afternoon's strenuous exercise. All the same, he did not want to seem unduly enthused, so he stood by while the others made their way over, rather like a somebody taking credit for opening an automatic door. While waiting he heard the familiar buzz of a new text alert from his scroll, and dutifully the guardian removed the device from his pocket to check what he'd received. Surprisingly, the message originated from the school itself, as opposed to a teammate as he initially expected. He scanned the lines, furrowing his brow slightly as he read about the various happenings of the upcoming Monday. Funnily enough, he hadn't even known that Monday was supposed to be a day off. The alternative didn't exactly thrill him, however. Abel felt like competing in a school-organized race about as much as he felt like a garden gnome with gonorrhea—which was to say, not at all. His first thoughts pertaining to the 'Stone Cold Showdown' were dismissive, but before he even got to second-guessing himself, Abel found his opinions changing. The more he ruminated on it, the more he imagined that a wrestling event would be just his thing. In the ring, size mattered, and that at least Abel had in spades. You know what? Abel asked himself, I'm gonna do it. About time I did something in my free time other than work out and browse the web. The only problem he could think of was large, green, and walking right toward him along with Shiro. No doubt Gren's gonna be all over this. I hope we don't get matched against one another. Hey, shouldn't it be illegal for him to compete anyway, with all those cybernetic enhancements? The question occupied Abel so much that he nearly missed the crushing sadness wafting from his tigeresque teammate like ripeness from roadkill. All thoughts of grappling, costumes, and pay-per-view vanished from the guardian's mind the instant his eyes landed on Shiro's face. Somehow, in less than thirty seconds, the most chipper and upbeat individual Abel could think of had turned miserable. He blanched, at a total loss for what to do. Luckily, Gren seemed to be on the case. Thanking his lucky stars that he had someone who could shoulder that responsibility around, Abel waiting for his companions to pass by and board the airship. Once the ladies of team KESS followed suit, Abel brought up the rear, his tentative smile more tentative than ever before. Mere minutes later, the airship touched down about two hundred feet away and six hundred feet lower than the place from which it departed. The warm orange horizon, behind which the sun had just begun to dip, framed the city of Vale beautifully. As luck would have it, the walk to the pizzeria was not long, but the seven students of Beacon walked it in near-silence. Abel didn't mind the general quiet. Everyone needed some time alone with their thoughts. Inside the pizza joint, Abel expected that the more intimate atmosphere would stir up real conversation among them. In the course of the walk there, he'd finished reading the school's notification message, and in doing so drummed up memories of his parents. Had it really been only two weeks since he'd seen them? It felt so much longer. The notion of his folks visiting the school brought a nigh imperceptible but remarkably genuine grin to his face. Of all the topics that might emerge over a platter of oven-fresh 'za, though, Abel didn't think that anyone's parents would be one of them. In fact, something in his gut told him that very subject might be what stole Shiro's fire only minutes prior. The thought worried Abel—why hadn't Shiro let his friends know? Then again, parental issues were definitely the kind of thing that an average person might keep bottled up. And...as much as he hated to think about it, he and Shiro weren't really friends, not in the sense that he would have liked to be. The truth stung him. But what can I do? 'How to reach someone's soul' isn't something you find in a book... These thoughts and more swirled around in the guardian's noggin as he, along with Krysanthe, Yue, Sepia, Skyra, Shiro, and Gren, stepped into the pizza place.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Infirmary Cobalt had been doing a lot of reading for the past day. All his homework had been completed first, that had taken about an hour, then he continued his exhaustive research on what that Grimm had been. After a few hours of dead ends, he had moved on to reading up on anything to do with Grimm psychology, then moving on to Hunter psychology. Cobalt had read so much that he had fallen asleep with his Scroll in his hands, completely unaware of the world around him. Something that Oswald would be glad to know most likely. The morning arrived and Cobalt awoke around 7 to the smell of disinfectant and various other hospital smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and waited for someone to come in to offer him breakfast. He took one bite before he pushed it to the side and decided to wait until Diamond brought some food, tiding himself over with water instead. It was around lunchtime that Diamond came knocking with a bag of food and a heavenly smell around her. Cobalt had to actively hold himself from jumping out of the hospital bed to get to the food as soon as possible. He blinked as he noticed he was already leaning out of the bed slightly. "Have I told you how you're my favorite teammate?" Cobalt remarked as his stomach rumbled in anticipation. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team Swansong Dormitory 'Why?' thought a sleepy Shiro. 'Why do we have to do things like eat and use the restroom?' Shiro complained, his stomach rumbling angrily at him as he tightened the blankets around him, trying to shut out the sound. 'Just let me sleep!' Shiro stuffed his face into his pillow and growled. "Agh!" Bundled up in his little 'tiger-nest/cocoon' of sheets and blankets, Shiro's alarm blared loudly at him. Grumbling irritably, he stirred within the cocoon of cloth until his own white ears poked out of the bundle. Bad mistake. He hadn't meant to but by unshielding his ears from the digital alarm clock app on his Scroll, that just made the noises louder. Poking his head out from the sheets, he glared at his Scroll and went to bat at his Scroll to shut it off. Having enough of the sound and feeling extra irritable this morning. "Alright, I get it! Shut u-!" This was his second mistake. A swing and a miss. "Oop! OH SHI-!" Tangled up in his sheets, Shiro couldn't stop himself from rolling over the side of his top bunk bed. The dramatic weight shift and gravity just working against the poor tired tiger-boy this morning. Sheets and blankets wrapping around his face, he couldn't see where he was going to orient himself. "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." thought Shiro mid-fall. Thud! Sheets and blankets sliding off of his body, Shiro found himself on all fours and in good health. Blinking, he carefully looked around himself to see if anyone else had saw. But, thankfully, he was alone in their room. The others probably already having started their days early. Slowly standing up, he looked at the pile of sheets on the ground and scratched at his head. "Huh. I guess...I really do always land on my feet." Shrugging, a pillow slipped off the side of his bunk and boofed against his face. He grumbled. Beacon Cafeteria After having gone through his morning routine, Shiro found himself seated by himself with the usual big heaping plate of food in front of him for breakfast. Bleary-eyed and hair somewhat a disheveled mess, Shiro yawned as she blankly stared at his meal. Rubbing his eyes, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and opened up this 3D Holographic design app he found installed on it. More than likely something Gren had put on there prior to his transfer of ownership. The Boar faunas probably used it to come up with new gadgets and gizmos for equipment and weapons. But, for Shiro, it was just the perfect thing he needed to conceptualize future upgrades and redesigns of his own weapons. Creating gears and contraptions with taps and flicks of his fingers, he could even pull up designs he found on the internet and see how they functioned in real time to give him a better understanding of how he could either make his own or improve upon what already existed. Lazily eating and playing with his Scroll as he distracted himself. Today's subject being how to he could increase the efficiency and versatility of his sword and shield. He was thinking an internal box magazine stored within his shield. Perhaps even with an automatic loader/feeder like he knew some firearms used. He already had a basic idea of how he would forge and machine the parts he needed, the only issues he had were what everyone usually had. Time, and money. He didn't quite have the necessary 'skrill' to get the high-quality metal billets he wanted, so unless he was willing to wait longer to upgrade. He would have to save up his Lien. He didn't like the idea of waiting nor did he like the idea of compromising on 'lesser' metal types to machine his parts with. He had expensive tastes as well, desiring the geisteel/siderite alloy billets. It was all he ever used and worked with, and he damn near refused to work with anything less for his own equipment. Muttering and mumbling to himself between bites and swallows of food, Shiro browsed other patented designs and humored himself by shopping around for other 'lesser' raw metals. Scoffing when he saw how cheaply he could get some of them in bulk and skimming across articles defending the lesser materials and how they could be just as good as the higher quality stuff. "Tch. Amateurs." Shiro rolled his eyes. "Ohh-ho! Best bang for your buck! Pfft. Yeah, right."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe @PyroDash888 Krysthane watched as Skyra headed straight for the bathroom. A couple minutes later a toilet flushing sounded, quickly followed by a loud bang from the bathroom. Krysthane winced. Well that wasn't good. It seemed to wake Sepia up because she wriggled out of bed and asked where Skyra was. Krysthane sighed and pointed at the bathroom. "She's in there, last night doesn't seem to have made her feel any better, probably worse by the sounds of thing. I'm not sure what to do to help her, you wanna give it a shot?" Krysthane asked, trying not to sound too desperate. Sometimes people needed space but sometimes you also needed to be there for someone and make sure they knew they weren't alone and stuff. Why were decisions always so hard to make?</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate "I'm dreaming," Abel suddenly told himself. And so he was. Possessed of a newfound self-awareness, he looked around. In less than a second he laid eyes on a scene that caused him to jump in surprise and fear. It was to his fortune that he jumped backward rather than forward, as a forward jump would have sent him hurtling into open space and an ensuing long, protracted fall to his death. Of course, that would probably just wake him up given what he knew of dreams, but regardless he didn't see this course of events as particularly favorable. Once the beating in his chest subsided, soothed as if a sore moistened by a comfortable wet towelette thanks to his realization, he could clearly see why he didn't want to end the dream just yet. Before him lay a breathtaking view. He sat on a colossal stony crag extending out from a high-altitude cliff face. Behind him stood a towering redwood forest—a seemingly infinite grove of giants. So vibrant was the red of their bark and so gorgeous the green of their great crowns that they looked straight out of a fairy tale to the amazed guardian. On the other hand, there lay before him a huge and wondrous valley. For a moment Abel mused whether it might have been cut by the steady movement of ancient glaciers across the landscape, though soonafter he remembered that he was in a dream. Why do I need to keep reminding myself all the time? Yet, taking in this scenery, it wasn't hard to see why losing oneself was so easy. Trees, grassy meadows, and glittering rivers formed a mosaic down in the valley. This was all, Abel thought, just stupendous, and obviously too good to be true. Where were the floods? The thunderstorms, and the earthquakes? Why weren't the creatures of Grimm tearing him apart or throwing him from his rocky perch to properly acquaint him with the rich valley soil? Abel expected some horrific behemoth to emerge from behind one of the snow-capped mountains in the distance any second, but he was glad it did not. Questions swirled in his mind. How did I get here? Why am I dreaming about this? Will I remember when I wake up? He saw no trace of darkness in this temperate paradise. When he breathed in, the air felt crisp, fresh, and above all, free. All of a sudden, the guardian found himself shivering. Something wet rolled down his cheek, causing Abel to stir. What the hell? No way I'm crying about some nice land in a dream. He looked out again at the valley, and found the sun, previously high in the cloudy white sky, beginning to droop. As the sun slid toward the horizon, the landscape changed; the decline of a day was echoed by the earth as a decline in the year. The leaves of trees became vivid yellows, reds, and oranges. Abel watched the grass turn a radiant gold, like hair. He made no motion as the sun drifted toward the horizon and everything began to grow dark, savoring as much as he could the last moments of his splendid vision. -=-=- "Urgh." Abel groaned into his sheet, lying face down. "I'm awake." And so he was. Though he was not as awake as he could have been. Like a giant, muscular slug he oozed out of the bed and onto the floor, the experience restoring just enough consciousness so that he could rise to his feet. On autopilot he navigated his way to the bathroom, where he doused himself with water. His electric aura stirred sleepily, sending voltaic tickles across his skin. "Ooh." This morning, he felt oddly at peace, though he had no idea why. Once he regained his vision, he leaned back through the door to see if his teammates were present. Only one bed seemed to be occupied: Shiro's. Though he looked more like a burrito than anything else, the sleeping faunus was clearly identifiable by his furry ears. Abel expected that his teammate could sleep through practically anything, but he made sure not to test the theory as he went about his business. A visit to the toilet, a sojourn in the shower, an application of deodorant, and a quick update to his stubble later, Abel was back in the room and getting dressed to go to breakfast. At that moment his scroll, laying on his little desk, vibrated. Abel made no bones about nabbing it quickly and opening it up to see what news had come his way. Memories of the night before popped up in the guardian's mind as he found out that the message was from Krysanthe. The seven-man pizza party had been pretty darn subdued, if Abel remembered it correctly, but he'd enjoyed it well enough. His eyes scanned Krysanthe's message. Hoping that he didn't make it obvious that he'd very much like her to go with him, Abel held his breath and hit send.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary Diamond looked around to see if and what the others would say. No one gave her any looks of pity, save for some minor hints. Good. I like anger better. "You know, no regrets here, so stop looking so damn gloomy before somebody slashes their wrists. Knowing what I do now I'd still do it again in that situation you know. One of you three was there, you reckless idiots somehow managed to get me to care if you live." Diamond said with a smirk. "But if we could not make a habit of it it would be much appreciated." she sighed, "Since you're all here, do you want to perhaps have a talk about how to prevent such abysmal failures in the future, or am I going to have to keep losing limbs for some time until we're there?" she said perhaps a bit too harshly, but she wanted to drive a point home. Because the next time one of you tells me to shut up when I'm telling you to be cautious I'll maim you myself! Her eyes ticked to the side. She would have said more, but only if it was just the four of them, and somewhere where prying ears couldn't reach. "Also while we're on the topic of fighting abilities and personal feelings, I'm losing the grip on my semblance. I blame you for starting to make me a better person." she grinned, herself unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze\|Break "Hungry little guy" Cian looked at the albino ferret she seen it a few times but was always unsure on who it belonged to. Come on than little one lets get you something to eat you have any preferences?" She looked at it noticing the sheer hilarity of herself talking to a ferret what has the world turned to she couldn't help but question to herself. Still letting a hand out to the ferret for it to climb up she figured this could count as a break from her over indulgence in training she supposed. @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @Abillioncats @Kaithas "Sure, do that Yue." Skyra waved after both Krys, who had left first, and Yue, who was leaving just now. Now just her and Sepia were left in the room. That was until Skyra grabbed her head instinctively. "Ugh… I knew it was a bad idea to drink..." She got up from her feeding position and walked to the door, not going through it before waving a "I'll be back later, Seppy. Just gonna get some pills for this headache, kay?" With that, she let the door snap back into its lock. Slow pace Skyra moved herself down the corridor heading straight for the infirmary without any detours. It was her first time drinking that much and as such, her first actual hangover. She just hoped, the painkillers would relieve any lingering pain. Arriving at the infirmary, she quickly moved to the medicine cabinet, plopped two painkiller pills into her mouth and gulped them down before she noticed that the beds in the room were not empty. Not at all empty. The one couple of people her eyes focused on most were atwo girls, one being pinned down by the other, seemingly a cat Faunus as well, in a tacklehug position. Or so it looked like to Skyra. Were they… a couple? Like… together? What the hell…? Stare Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm -> Halls Sepia watched Skyra go, scrutinizing her as she went out the door. As much as she'd like to be able to shut off her semblance and focus on recovering, she had already decided that she might as well use it given that it showed no signs of going away any time soon. Reaching out tentatively in her mind toward the cat faunus, she almost jerked back when she made contact. There was...a lot going on here. Keeping her position as purely receptive in the few seconds she had before she'd lose track of her teammate, she gently plucked along a few strands of feelings. Not thoughts, mind you. That would be more invasive than she was comfortable with, and Skyra would probably "hear" her if she strengthened their connection too much. As it was, she might notice an unfamiliar feeling, but nothing indicative of its source being another person, as Sepia couldn't recall ever having used her semblance (at least not in this way) on her teammate before. Chewing on her lower lip as she finished off her breakfast, the brunette quickly tried her best to smooth down a few rough edges in her friend(?)'s mood, as temporary as it might be. No one could fix Skyra's problems but Skyra. There was something else, too. She gave a small smile as she noted a small, but unmistakable feeling of warmth somewhere buried underneath all the conflicted prickliness. "Sunrise orange..." she murmured under her breath. Withdrawing gently with a relived and somewhat satisfied sigh, Sepia stood up and did her best to tidy up so Yue wouldn't have so much to do. "She does seem to like to please, though. I guess that means I have to work on her too." Sepia had no illusions about her intelligence when it came to school and studying. All of that factual blah-blah just went through one furry ear and out the other, and sitting still for so long was dreadfully boring. However, she liked to think that she got to have good "person-sense" in return for her shoddy grades. Slinging her at last found dress, undergarments, and leggings over her shoulder, she plucked a sticky-note pad and pencil off of her bedside table and started scratching out a rough list: Sky: Extra patience. Prob. needs to have a listener. Krys: Nothing right now. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders. Observe. Yue: Build her up. Needs more self-worth to be good teammate (if that's Beacon's idea). Sepia paused thoughtfully for a moment, then added: Shiro: Worries me :( "If anyone sees this, they're going to think I'm nuts." Even the ditzy dog could tell that much. She needed it, though, if she wanted to remember any of her thoughts later. After taking a shower and getting ready for the day, she folded it twice and tucked it into her bra. Deeming herself presentable, she grabbed Orthus and headed into the hall, intending on making her way outside to practice with its grappling function.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate A few seconds of scanning the sky went by before Abel spotted a dot he could only assume was Krysanthe. He observed, though he couldn't imagine how, that the girl's launch sent her far higher into the air than his own. Given the whoops carried to him on the breeze, though, she seemed to be enjoying it far more than he had. He looked on when, in the middle of her descent, she began to eject bursts of water from her ornate boots that each stalled her momentum enough to make her look as though she was walking in the sky. Abel marveled at the simplicity and the efficacy of it compared to his own technique, his muscles burning all the while. In a jiffy the two hunters-in-training were reunited, and the guardian's heart soared far more than it had while he had to see Krysanthe's face adorned with a lively smile. After taking a split second to focus, he returned the expression, then replied, "Well, there's a ruin of some sort where the tokens were placed during the ceremony. Though we might go there." Navigating down the tree, though not easy, proved to be far less of a task than descending from the heavens in one piece. Seldom was Abel so glad to be back on the ground. While no stranger to heights, given his station on kingdom's wall, he just couldn't shake the inexplicable terror that welled within him to be suspended in space. It felt like being abandoned and left to die. Suddenly realizing the needless morbidity of his thoughts, Abel shook himself to clear his head. No doubts or depressing sentiments needed to be entertained in this place, distracting from the Emerald Forest's beauty. Beneath the canopy, where the dappled sunlight fell upon the earth's brilliant green grass and plants, the wood seemed straight out of a fairy tale. Something cheesy welled up in Abel's mind, and he spun his partizan into walking-stick position before saying, "Shall we?" Minutes later into the forest hike, the pair happened upon a great cleft in the ground running diagonally across their path. The ravine extended out of sight in either direction and at least sixty feet down. Various creeping vines slithered down from trees on the gorge's precipice into the depths of the earth. When Abel peered down, he could see a glint at the bottom that most likely signified a stream. He fixated his attention on the chasm's opposite side, noting it to be several feet higher than the one upon which he and Krysanthe stood. Feeling like he knew the answer, he asked, "Across, over, around?" as he leaned on the Ampere. The thought that he should be talking more, and trying to get to know the girl, crossed his mind. Trying not to frown in contemplation, he began to ponder exactly how to go about doing that as he waited for an answer.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For the guardian, the situation seemed dreamlike. A fear of heights -or, as in his case, an unease of them- meant, of course, that all too often in dreams, he would be suspended in some high place. Beset by the howling wind, and clinging for dear life to, say, a catwalk above a canyon or a bridge between two buildings, he couldn't move for fear of the slightest error sending him plummeting into the abyss. Only now, this very scenario was playing out not just in the real world, but also in front of the person he wanted desperately to impress. Stiffness overtook him completely, so much so that he couldn't turn to look as Krysanthe crossed the gap with what looked like frustrating ease, and when she returned to check on him it took a colossal effort to prevent himself from reddening. "Some help," he intoned in a quiet, deadpan voice. "Would be...great." When the opportunity arose, he quickly took the offered hand, and the combined strength of two physically-oriented hunters-to-be landed him on ordinary terrain in no time. Masking his breathing as much as he could, Abel held out a hand to summon the Ampere from where it lodged, and obediently the weapon jerked free from the cliff and sailed into his awaiting grip. "Thank you." What a joke. He should have accepted her help in the first place. What kind of cool guy rejected a perfectly good idea to attempt his own stunt, only to flub it at the last second and ask for help anyway? Feeling exactly like a clod of earth that he shook from his jacket, he pointed his weapon forward into the forest. A little enthusiasm for a change might counteract the conflict brewing inside him—a tincture for the poison of doubt. "Onward!" He took one step and stopped again, suddenly alert. The rustle of underbrush could be heard, and while this could have easily been the sign of some wild creature like a rabbit or bore, Abel got the distinct impression that something a little more wild lay in store only a hundred feet away. After all, the Emerald Forest was stocked with monsters for the students to fight, as far as he knew. In Beacon's training classes, captured Grimm would occasionally be released for students to practice against as an alternative to them withering away, but out here, even in an environment regulated by the school, any encounter should be treated as the real thing. "Hum," he said aloud, hopefully drawing Krysanthe's attention. "Almost sounds like Gri...!" The guardian's warning was quite literally cut off by the emergence of what looked like a laser from the woods. The ludicrously high-pressure stream of red liquid swept toward him, capable of bisecting anyone without an activated aura. Instantly Abel's instincts flared to life, and he threw himself bodily to the ground so that the cutting stream could pass overhead. He trusted his companion to do the same, or to otherwise leap over it. A moment later the stream ceased, and from the foliage emerged a Redcap--an eight-foot tall, bloated monstrosity half insect, half dragon, and all nasty. Unfortunately, Abel didn't recognize it at all. This more rare species of Grimm lay in the back of his class's textbook, but he'd never seen one during his years attending Palisade, or whilst on the wall. "The hell is that thing?" He picked himself up as the creature ambled forward, giant claws outstretched. Reflexively he got into a fighting stance, and aimed his Ampere at the horrid beast.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Crimmy@Write@Plank SinatraBeryl Harken The young Faunus could not help but send a quizzical look after Luke as he left. He had been acting a bit strange there at the end after all. In any case, she needed to finish up here soon or she might just collapse before she even got back to her room. A minute or two later and she had sent a moderately sized ball of water back into the pool with a plop. Taking a moment to pick up her MP3 player, she shot a glance through the large lounge window to check on her friend. Bianca was doing fine it seemed. The person next to her was still just talking and they both seemed relaxed enough. Her worries allayed for the moment, Beryl made her way up to her room and barely had time to change into bedclothes before falling asleep curled up on the very expensive feeling bed.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Write "You know..." Ben's grin widened, and he reached down to his waist. Was his bet a good idea? Not even remotely. Betting against Lauren never was, let alone betting something this big. It was important, too. But he was a little drunk, not so much off alcohol as success and good cheer, and if he lost... Well, he'd figure it out. Bastille's captain slipped Lawnslot off his belt and set it down on the table, sliding it towards the middle. "You need to stop using a goddamn fire axe, babe. I've got enough spare parts to replace it before Monday morning. Well, for you to replace it. If you win it you're gonna know how to service it, and that means knowing how to put it together."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary How they were doing? The answer to that was fairly obvious, Oswald thought. Cobalt had nearly had his skull bashed in, Emerald got slashed up, Diamond's arm was permanently damaged, and he'd almost lost a lung after being shot by an anti-air cannon, being thrown into a tree, having his thumb snapped at the joint, and dragging himself over to rifle through a couple of dead mercs' gear for the flare gun that saved them. They were just fuckin' peachy. "Seen better days, Diamond. Seen worse ones, too, though." That was an understatement. "There was the one time I accidentally impaled myself on a tree branch with my Semblance. Fuck, that was embarrassing." He only even knew that story because everybody there had told him at least a hundred different times. That story was a better tell than the ones of his other worst days, too, that was for sure. @Abillioncats @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and shook his head. "Never mind Emerald. We'll fill you in later. You don't have to leave." He turned to the other cat girl as he said this. As for how they were doing... they would definitely be better once they started training and got their mind off the whole incident. "Way I see it, I could always be doing worse. As long as I think about it like that, life seems pretty good." Cobalt smiled when Oswald bought up his story about his Semblance. @Forsythe@Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus @Lucius Cypher As they arrived to where the ferret had intended for them to go, he watched as a bewildered storekeeper just began making sandwiches, then he saw Jack and Cian, and he seemed to think it was them two who made the orders, then soon as that happened, the ferret told them what to order. "Three". This ferret wanted a lunch. He looked to Cian, then to the vendor, "Uhm... Three please...", he ordered. This little vendor was small, but the food seemed to smell good. "You hungry Cian? This little guy seems to be".</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysanthe felt a little bad because there seemed to be a bit of awkwardness over her helping but Able's shout to press onward reassured her that everything was fine. However they'd barely moved when they once again stopped, Krysanthe perked her ears and turned to the noise curiously. She took a step towards it, paused upon hearing Abel's attempt at a warning and as Able did, hugged the dirt. It was at this point that she remembered the Emerald Forest was used as testing grounds for a reason and may not in fact have been the best place for a nature walk. She looked up at the source of red to see a monster that was faintly familiar, but not enough so to tell her anything helpful. "No idea, let's kill it before it ruins our walk. I'll distract it, go for a weak point, that orb looks as good a spot as any." Krysanthe said to Able quickly, not taking her eyes off the creature. Technically they weren't on the same team and she wasn't really in a position to give orders either way but hey, it was spur of the moment. Having divulged her plan Krysanthe moved towards the creature and to its left, moving with startling quickness with aid from her boots letting out periodic boosts which had an increased effect upon her lightened frame due to use of her semblance. She would rotate around the beast until its back was to Able and then simply try to provoke it, via jetting towards it suddenly and then retreating, letting out mocking cries all the while.. Four arms, one tail, and whatever the heck its head thing was meant it would probably be quite troublesome to enter melee combat with it. That and you know it was like eight feet tall. However if the orb's location was even remotely similar to most animals it served as the creatures brain, meaning if Able can spear the orb the beast would probably die then and there. Ideally. Things rarely worked out ideally.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No matter who it was, if someone had a plan that seemed good, he or she would find Abel happy to listen and follow along. When Krysanthe offered a brief set of instructions, the guardian nodded his head readily. At the moment, he couldn't delve into exactly why he felt this way, but the phrase at last ran through his head. Lowering his Ampere into position, he prepared to charge forward and thrust the blade into the bloody monster's bloated belly. Buoyed up by her semblance and propelled by boosts of water, Krysanthe dodged around to the side. Obligingly, the Redcap followed the yellow threat with its pointed proboscis. As she moved in and out of range, it kept its enlarged arms up to guard, and instinctively swiped at her with nasty claws when it seemed that she'd come too close. However, the Grimm wasn't completely brainless. Even as its attention locked onto Krysanthe, captured by her incessant taunts, it kept a bead on Abel. Instead of just letting the pair of students surround it, the beast moved sideways and back in an attempt to keep both in its vision at the same time—if it could be said to have vision. Atop its slender head, the translucent, fire-red orb sat like the crystal atop a storybook mage's scepter, aglow with baleful luster. Abel did not deign to wait for the perfect opportunity, and seized the chance to contribute. He advanced with his weapon extended to move its blade into the danger zone. The Redcap, on the defensive and acknowledging its lack of force or speed, simply batted away the polarm rather than devoting more limbs to a full block. Abel kept the Ampere close, moving it slowly closer again and again, so that over the course of a few moments, the Grimm ceased to register the weapon as a threat. At least, he hoped that would be the case, but the Redcap thought otherwise. Somehow sensing that it was being boxed in to a potentially lethal scheme, it attacked the less imposing of the two humans. After raising its large arms over its head, it hopped forward to crush Krysanthe, and at the same time whipped its tail at Abel. Instead of blocking or dodging away, the guardian made a resolution. He allowed the tail to strike his side, wincing as he felt the damage to his aura, then quickly wrapped his arm around it. No doubt, the monster didn't expect that! The next moment, he followed up with a thrust to the back of its right thigh. He couldn't quite see Krysanthe thanks to the Redcap's capelike wing in the way, but he trusted completely that she'd avoided the easily telegraphed blow. He refocused his attention to the Redcap which, having registered the sudden wound in its leg from behind, lifted a leg to deliver to him a brutal kick. Instead, Abel stepped to the side, tugging hard on the tail as he did, and the Grimm was forced to alter the kick's path into the ground to avoid losing its balance. Next, it began to beat its wings to rise into the air, generating a battering gust of wind as it did, before slashing at Abel with its claws. Krysanthe, for the moment, had been forgotten. Abel smirked as he deflected the swipe with his Ampere and yanked on the tail again. Things hadn't gone quite to plan, but surely Krysanthe would understand the role reversal. Now the guardian was the distraction, and it would be up to the girl in yellow to burst the distracted beast's bloody bubble.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Docks Trad stood at the docks watching the crowds of his classmate's relatives disembark. It was interesting to see the diversity of where everyone came from. Current and former hunters, human and faunus families as well as mixed, and all from different parts of the globe with different financial situations. It would be nice to hear the stories of how they came from such backgrounds and ended up wanting to become hunters, but first he had to locate his own. Truth be told he wasn't actually expecting them to show up in the first place. They had never really approved of his decision to become a hunter, but they had done their best to show their support in his choices so perhaps them coming was their way of showing that. Finally when it looked like the ships had unloaded every last passenger, Trad spotted the fiery beard of his father, Blad, and the platinum hair of his mother, Fern, just getting off. Pushing his way through the crowds he got right up to the two and pulled him in for a hug while he greeted them. "Hey! Glad to see you made it. Hope it wasn't a lot of trouble to get here." "Eh, there was some turbulence, but it wasn't from waves of Grimm like I'm sure you've had to deal with." His father jested giving Trad a light punch to the shoulder. "He's only been here a few weeks, Blad, I'm sure he hasn't had to do anything that dangerous...Right?" His mother asked hoping the answer wasn't one that would cause concern. Trad had yet to tell them of what happened on their mission, if they found out he had lost a teammate on his first mission he wouldn't hear the end of it. Instead he just smiled and changed the subject. "We haven't been given anything we couldn't handle. But we have plenty of time for stories later. Come, they're serving breakfast in the athletics center. I'm sure you two are hung-" Eager to talk to his parents, Trad didn't pay attention to where he was going and ran right into Sepia's parents nearly knocking them over. "OH! Excuse me! I'm so sorry about that." Blad leaned closer to Fern and whispered "You'd think people in this profession would be more observant." "They are still students I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze @NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow Monday "My name is Cian formerly from Atlas" She stated she was born on Atlas that was true but it was not her home her home was wherever she decided it was that was what Tristan taught on of his few moments of insight if you asked her. "Mindaro so your Gratia's younger sister than?" Cian asked as she pieced together the similar last names to the one person she met briefly before. Sure they weren't really friends or on talking terms but she knew the face at least. Though she tried her hardest to ignore the over excited twins that was practically shaking with excitement. Probably someones younger siblings and by the looks of it they were normally this excited joy. Tristan Mauve Tristan looked at the gaggle of girls in front of him all the while he paid attention to what was being said before reaching out of his pocket and pulling a switchblade styled comb and started fixing Cian's hair she was always like this ignoring her appearance for sake of training or whatever it was that caught her current interest. "The name is Tristan Mauve a pleasure. I am from somewhere and my home is wherever" He stated in his usual spiel not looking up from his current spot of fixing his sisters hair. Though despite that he did briefly glance at the people gathered a pair of young twins probably one of those peppy types from the look of it. A young black hair girl that probably wouldn't be out of place just speaking one syllable if needed. Finally a red haired girl form the looks of it pretty awkward with social situations.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @NarayanK@Suku Monday They blinked curiously in unison, wondering at the nature of the red-haired woman's stilted speech for a moment. Perhaps she was shy, socially awkward. Perhaps her speech was impeded by something. Perhaps she was unfamiliar with the language. It could have been anything. So without knowing, what heroes of justice would they be if they let it faze them? "Well, it's nice to meet you too, Miss Sangue!" April said, returning the bow politely alongside her sister, who then turned and repeated the motion to the rest of the group. "And you as well, Cian, Mister Tristan!" And suddenly, the united front of the Schwarz sisters split. Sangue found herself coming under scrutiny as the taller of the two peered curiously at a certain new appendage attached at her shoulder, whilst Galla, Tristan, and Cian were met with an intrigued expression. "Your arm looks really cool, Sangue!" "Wow. Atlas, Central Mistral, and 'wherever', huh? That's a pretty wide spread!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Suku@HereComesTheSnow Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Mindaro, so you're Gratia's younger sister then?" The short, coat-wearing girl recognised her name. Galla nodded in the affirmative. It was likely that this Cian was a classmate of her big sister's. And given the intimacy that humans ascribed to the tall man's playing with the aforementioned girl's hair, he was most probably a recipient of a close emotional bond to the girl. That didn't matter to her. The duo of cheerful girls had split up amongst them. Galla glanced in the direction of the one named Dawn, meeting the hair-afflicted girl's eyes with apathetic, hazel orbs.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Docks Sepia felt it an instant before Datura moved. As the other student bumped into the already-rattled woman, knocking her into Soot's shoulder, a sudden shockwave of panic radiated off of her and slammed into Sepia's senses. Staggering backwards in brief surprise, the faunus could only observe with fright as her mother, eyes wide and blank, turned and swung full force for the young man who'd accidentally startled her. An arena. A crowd. A nervous movement from one of the other three in with her was all it took to have her sprinting forward. She wasn't going down, even against her team. Sepia shook the incoming images from her thoughts just in time to see Soot dart in front of his wife. Apparently, the swift man hadn't needed a mind-oriented semblance to predict what was about to happen. Raising one hand while wrapping the other arm around Datura's waist, her fist met his palm with loud thwack. After a tense moment, she lowered her head against his chest and relaxed, drawing in deep breaths with an obviously practiced discipline. Looking over his shoulder at Trad, Soot smiled good-naturedly and explained: "Don't get me wrong, you could probably have handled her easily." His eyes flicked over the huntsman approvingly. "I just know she'll feel bad later if she catches someone in the face." After her father finished, Sepia stepped forward sheepishly. "I...don't think I've met you before? This probably wasn't the best first impression." As she spoke, she addressed both her peer and his parents.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate [color-007fff]Abel Fulgurate – Race Grounds[/color Abel froze, and the crepe halfway into his mouth slid off the fork to dangle from between his teeth like a huge, sagging dog tongue while he read the words on his scroll once more to confirm them. He wasted no time slurping it down to make sure he made as little of a fool of himself as possible, then picked himself up from the folding chair where he'd parked himself to depart hastily. By now, a fair few people had turned up in anticipating of the grand day off's first event. He'd been looking forward to sampling the free food and seeing what people trickled in with their families. If any single characteristic united Beacon's freshest crop of hunters-to-be, it was that they were an interesting bunch. Their mothers, fathers, and other family members could only be more so, but some sadness had needled the guardian as he realized that quite a few of the students might be going around the day alone. Now, he mused, he'd been looking forward to the whole ordeal a bit too much, and in doing so nearly forgot about an arguably quintessential element of Parents' Day: the parents. With as much hustle as a big guy could muster, Abel hightailed it out of the racing ground and into the school. A dozen or more eye-catching sights confronted him along the way, but as Abel saw it, he could wait to join in the general mood of the day once he'd reunited with his mother and father, who judging by Abel's new message had just arrived via the sky. Remembering the distress that had plagued him the day he arrived at the academy following his first-ever air travel, he wondered how his parents had fared. The fact that they weren't too airsick or overwhelmed to make use of the modern age's newfangled doodad suggested they were fine, at least. In only a few minute's time Abel burst from the academy's front doors to jog toward the airdock. The ship by which Abel's mom and dad came was easy to spot, but they themselves weren't that much harder. One look at the guardian's parents explained his unusual height and size. Edom Fulgurate was, to put it simply, a mountain of a man. A barrel chest, broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and a rather rectangular head all made for a hell of a stature. By now, at the end of his growing years, Abel stood a remarkably 6'6", but his father still towered two inches higher than he. Of course, Abel couldn't discount his mother. The blonde-haired woman, her smile indicating that she'd spotted Abel as well, stood about as tall as her son. If Edom were a mountain, Flavia was a tree, her yellow crown hanging down in a curtain around her slender, lithe frame. Abel's dad tracked her gaze, and developed a craggy grin as well when he laid eyes on him. "My boy! C'mere!" The three collided in an enormous hug that made Abel realize, as unbelievable as it seemed that only two and a half weeks had passed since the semester began, he missed them greatly. A surge of joy rushed through him to stand with his family once again. A moment later, the guardians broke apart to stand in a close ring. At the same time, Edom and Flavia crossed their arms, and the latter began to speak. "It's so nice to see you again!" she beamed. "Wearin' the jacket your old mom got for you, too!" Edom chimed in too, his deep voice rumbling like a landslide but full of enthusiasm. "So this is the place, huh? Real fancy, sittin' up on a cliff. What're those lights up in the tower?" Abel released a noise somewhere between an embarrassed grunt and a chuckle. He didn't know who to respond to, so he went in order. "Yeah, thanks. I wear it almost everywhere, actually. You better not tell anyone that my mom got it for me...and I dunno what the lights are. There's really cool at night. Uh, how was the flight?" A shudder issued from Abel's mom that he felt might have been a bit exaggerated. "Oh, my goodness. When we first started risin' up off the ground, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." "Drama queen!" Edom nudged his wife jokingly before turning back to Abel. "Heh, I was a little rocky myself at first. Once we got underway, we were fine. And the view! Just like lookin' at a map." He clapped his hands together. "So! We just gonna stand here by the docks like a bunch of bumpkins? Show us around. Or, more to the point, show us to the eatery. Ships stopped servin' peanuts last quarter, apparently." Charged with his duty, Abel spun around to lead his folks into Beacon -=-=- A few minutes later, the blue-wearing spearman appeared at the racing grounds, this time with his parents in tow. No historical buff or trivia enthusiast, he hadn't taken the time to offer tidbits about every little facet of the facility they came across, but the trip took longer than his last one anyway. By now, quite a few were assembled; Abel got the impression that the event would begin in only a few minutes. Luckily, that left plenty of time for crepes and Shiny D. After visiting the food tables, the Fulgurates found a spot at the back of the seating area to situate themselves.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "Dad, no, please. DAD! DAD!" a female voice shouted, grabbing Kuhaku from his dream and jerking him back to reality. Eyes slowly opening, his white ears twitched and swiveled searching for the source of the shouting that woke him up. Carefully, he sat up in his hospital bed. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. Looking at his hands, he sat there in silence wondering if he just imagined the shouting. How long had he been sleeping for? "NO!" the same voice from earlier screamed, startling Kuhaku and making him jump. He definitely didn't imagine the voice. There was a ruckus, a short commotion. Was someone hurt? What was going on? Remaining still, he listened carefully. Someone was crying. Looking at the medical equipment he was connected to, he moved quickly. He pulled out the IV drip, removed the oxygen mask from his face, the heart rate monitor, and anything else he was attached to. As the heart rate monitor flatlined and droned on after being disconnected from him, he pulled it closer and switched it off. Grabbing onto the sides of the medical bed, he swung his legs from underneath the blankets and stood. Wincing, his muscles ached and his bones groaned at him. But, he was okay. More importantly, someone in the infirmary with him seemed to be in distress. Throwing open his privacy curtains, he used his hearing to pinpoint the source of the crying. As he stood in front of the patient's privacy curtain, he spoke up and announced himself. It was only polite. "H-...Hello? Hey, are you alright? Is everything okay in there? I heard some shouting and crying and I wanted to come check up on you. Is it alright if I come in?" He reached in and parted the curtains just ever so slightly, just enough to poke one white tiger ear in along with his tail. It was his odd way of showing who he was to test the waters incase it was someone who knew him or he knew.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was more tired than he had felt in a long time. He was bruised and battered, his left eye throbbing, a bandaged cut on his left forearm and his right leg supporting all his weight. Despite all that he had a grin on his face. I won, that cat lady got me good with her tail, but I'm standing here! Victorious!. Hearing the yell of "Kaput!" Victor looked over and saw three angry faces glaring back. Well they are already angry... no harm in a bit of taunting Waving back at the angry trio, Victor blew a kiss in their direction. While making a 'call me' hand with his prosthetic Victor yelled "Robo-Kitten! Call me! We can discuss maintenance tips!" turning his attention back to the professor he heard that Rayna would be the leader of the newly christened Jormungandr. It makes sense that I'm not the leader, I currently lack the qualities a leader needs, although I do have an iron fist. Chuckling at his own joke, Victor looked out the corner of his eyes and smiled "I'll be sure to learn everything I can from you Miss Rayna. Please show me what makes a good leader" I'll need to know if I'm going take back my place at home</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary The sound of footsteps caused Sapphire to freeze. Her heart jumped into her throat. How could she have been so stupid? Of course there were other people in this ward or by the sound of the footstep one other person. The racket she'd made getting up must have been enough to wake the dead. Sapphire had just assumed everyone would be at the presentation of teams ceremony. At the thought she inwardly groaned. Her own performance had been a spectacular failure. If that had been a real combat situation without the protection of the school she and those other three fighters would all be dead. Sapphire quickly straightened her clothes, and dried her eyes on her sleeve. It would be apparent to anyone from her red puffy eyes that she'd been crying but it didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. She looked around her little space which until very recently had been neat and orderly. Now the blankets crumpled on the floor, her heart monitor was flat lining quietly in the background and the needle was slowly dripping IV solution on the floor. Sapphire stood slowly to avoid disturbing her broken rib. It had been expertly set already and more than likely would be heal within a week or two but it was best she didn't make it worse. Sapphire shook out her hair, made one last futile attempt to dry her eyes and walked closer with a little bit of difficulty due to the many bumps and bruises she was currently sporting, to the curtain's parting seam. Just as she reached it whoever was on the other side began to speak asking permission to come in. Then the curtain parted ever so slightly revealing one white tiger ear and a similarly white tail. Sapphire groaned none too quietly. It was the Faunus who'd nearly gotten her killed when the tunnel of collapsing. Of course he'd be here too he'd also had a tunnel dropped on his head. Sapphire took hold of the curtain and swung it back with force not really caring if it whipped the Faunus or not. Now despite what her father had tried to teach her Sapphire had never seen a distinct difference between the Faunus and the regular humans, the distinction between human and faunus were effectively skin deep no matter how unusual that skin appeared. However Sapphire preferred keeping her own company which inevitably meant scaring or pissing off some of the world's more friendly inhabitants. With humans she usually had to find a sore point to prod at. It often escalated into a fight but after that the person didn't bother Sapphire again. With Faunus it was much easier. Most of them seemed to have at least some societal issues regarding being part animal and if Sapphire mocked it long enough they generally left her alone. "Brilliant," Sapphire said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." Sapphire decided that she wouldn't make a reference to having been crying unless he specifically mentioned it first.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku waited, hearing a groan. He worried about the lack of an immediate response. Maybe he should peek in to see if everything was alright. Just as he started to lean in a little more, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps as the curtains were thrown open rather forcefully. Startled from the sudden event, he took a step or two back and put up his paws, crouching slightly. Why he took a combative stance, he didn't fully understand. He was there to check on the well-being of someone else, not to fight. They were back at Beacon after all, they should all be allies here. Safe and sound, for the most part. Chuckling nervously, he straightened up and scratched the back of his head. A nervous tic of his. Looking at the girl with shockingly bright blue hair, he caught sight of her red and puffy eyes. She was definitely the one he heard crying. From her eyes, he glanced at her arms and saw the scars that lined them. Seeing them made him touch at his bandaged arms. He really wanted his elbow-length gloves back. "Brilliant," the lady said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." "Fuzzball? Well, that's a little unnecessary." He frowned at that remark. He'd heard worse 'insults', if you could even call it that. But, he quickly shook off the comment and brightly smiled. She seemed to recognize and know him. His tail swayed energetically behind him. Though, she seemed to have a negative impression of him. Did he mess up or something? "Oh, good. You're okay. I was sleeping and heard a bunch of noise. I was worried someone might've had an accident and gotten hurt." He glanced at her arms and then looked her directly in the eyes. "Oh, well...I said you're okay but you might not actually be. I...guess I should've asked if you were, haha...Uhm...Are you? I heard crying earlier and your eyes..." He stopped, not finishing his words. He figured if she were crying, she wouldn't be comfortable discussing why to a complete stranger. She probably just had a nightmare or something about her father. He waved his words away with a bandaged hand, "Ah, never mind. You're not badly hurt or anything, are you? Just wanted to make sure you didn't fall out of your bed or something like that. Oh, and sorry about earlier. It's an instinctive habit of mine." he said, referencing his combative stance whenever she threw open the curtains. He blinked, forgetting something. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Kuhaku Shiro. Nice to meet you. Should've introduced myself first." He grinned at her, presenting his hand for her to shake. "And you are?" "Wait a minute. What ceremony? He would have to ask later after friendly formalities.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson After Greyson and Daniel had said they didn't feel like exploring, Robert got distracted by a small string on the back of his hoodie. In order to grab it he had to turn his waist, but this only got it farther from his reach. So now he was spinning around in a circle trying to grab the loose string. He almost resembled a dog chasing it's tail. If anybody was listening to what Priscilla was saying, which Robert had unfortunately missed as he was too busy with the string, they probably would have been holding back laughter at the irony of the situation. He finally decided that that wasn't working and tried grabbing around the string, hoping to pull it closer so he could get it that way. It was then that he accidently activated one of his bracers and the blade cut a large hole in the hoodie. Since the hoodie was already caked with mud and dirt and already had multiple holes all from the team's test though, Robert didn't really care at this point. At this point, he decided to leave the string since the only way he'd get it now was by taking it off and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment. "Well, if you guys aren't coming then let's go, Priscilla," he said. He waited for Priscilla to finish getting ready and tried his best to ignore the conversation she was having with the guys, deciding that if he was supposed to hear it that she would have included him. He knew they were probably talking about him and since everyone was mostly buddy-buddy with each other it didn't matter what they said. When Priscilla and him finally left the room, Robert said, "I hope the lines aren't too long for food. Food would be nice. Food is good." He was silent for a few moments then asked, "What do you think they'll have to eat?"</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As she finished putting on her lipstick, she turned back to the boys, seeing Daniel heading to bed and Greyson not wanting to come and then there was Robert... the one playing with a string, acting like she didn't notice but she did. Cute. He was like a lost puppy trying to grab it's tail but instead this was a string. Priscilla looked at the boys who were staying waiving at them. "Alright. See you guys in a bit. I will bring you food, because you guys may be hungry and stuff." she nodded now heading out with Robert by her side. Priscilla randomly giggled and playfully pushed Robert with her shoulder. "So, you are some kind of doggy now trying to grab your tail? Becauseeeeee." she looked behind Robert and then to his buttocks, no tail. "You have no tail." she finished her sentence now laughing. "Ooooh." Priscilla sighed smiling and looking around as they walked. "Mmm! Yes, food is important so we must go and find some food. I am rather hungry though too. It's sad that the others didn't want to come, but oh well. Just you and me, then." smiling at Robert she locked her left arm with his arm, as they walked! "Off we go!" Hopefully there won't be that much of people in the line by the time they get there. "Oooh. I wonder what type of food they will have. Hopefully hamburger..!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega i didn't want to be the third wheel in their time together anyways' Greyson thought as he went and got a change of cloths "if you need me ill be bathing" Greyson told Daniel as he walked into the bathroom and starting the tub so he can relax. Ever since his youth a bath has always relaxed him even if he was in pain a bath was going to melt it all away. Once the tub was finally filled Greyson gently went into the hot bath and sighed loudly once he was submerged in it relaxing his aching muscles from that giant fight. Greyson would take Pricilla away later for their own time alone once he got the chance. Right now Greyson was thinking of different formations and battle plans for them for when they would be put into another fight and sometimes his mind would wonder to thinking what it would be like to officially be dating that bubble headed girl Pricilla...nothing but good thoughts on his mind</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro She gave him an incredulous look after he finished speaking. Another moment of uneasy silence between them. He had the feeling he said or did something wrong, again. "Uh...Did I say something wrong? Heh.." At that moment, his ears and tail perked up. Detecting approaching footsteps at the entrance to the infirmary. He didn't expect what came next as the door was practically thrown open, causing him to whirl in place and take a combative stance. Ears pinned back, tail straight and erect, he squatted low and his stubby black claws stabbed through the bandages on his arms. Seeing the large, hulking frame of another stranger come through the door caused him to stop and shrink a little. The young man stopped in the door frame, wide eyes flitting from him and Ms. Rode as if he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. "...hey there," the large young man said after a few moments of silence. He came into the room, leaving the door open behind him. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." "Does he know me too?..." Kuhaku cleared his throat and straightened up, forcing himself to relax. His claws retracted and tail resumed its agitated swaying. He didn't know why he was so jumpy. He chalked it up to his frayed nerves. "Oh yeah," Ms. Rode spoke up in response to the newcomer. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We're sooooo totally fine right now." she practically spat at him, venom etched into her words. "Furball? he frowned. Again with the unnecessary remarks. Kuhaku quietly sniffed at the air. He got the feeling that her wounds were deeper than what she had mentioned. Deeper underlying scars. Maybe he pushed it too far by trying to interact with her. He would leave her be and give her deserved space. She didn't seem to be very happy with the whole situation as it stood, much less very friendly. During his youth, he learned it prudent to leave those kinds of people alone until they decided to come out of their shell. Whenever that may be, if at all. Maybe it would be something that could only come with time. "Right then," the young man spat in return, circling them and taking a seat in a chair. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." he ended. Kuhaku's frame shrunk a little as he looked from Ms. Rode to this stranger. There was a lot of bad blood going on here and it made him visibly uncomfortable. It was hard for him to make sense of anything that was going on. It was hard for him to remain positive. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." a booming voice said as a heavily armored...thing stepped into the room from a freakin' open window. Kuhaku nearly had a heart attack and bolted from the room, but froze in his tracks. "WHOA! What the hell is...WAY BIG!" he slowly inched towards the nearest wall, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. If he wasn't uncomfortable before, he sure as hell was now. Looking from the armored person to the other large stranger, he felt horribly small. He didn't like people or things that were larger than him. It made him feel subconscious of his svelte, feminine body. He had seen and known other Tiger Faunus and they were fortunate enough to be gifted with bulky, muscular bodies. He hadn't been as lucky when he was born, sad to say. Though, he was equally as strong and fast if not faster than his counterparts. He was tall, for sure. 5'11. Though not stick thin at 180 Ibs of solid, lean muscle. He just wished his body would allow him to be more 'beefy'. He watched the armored stranger with wary eyes as he walked about, placing flowers in a vase and opening a box to reveal...a cake. Eyes and ears perking up, this stranger came bearing gifts. He started to slowly relax and wandered a few steps closer, away from the wall. The armored stranger moved about, rustling around for utensils as he then began to cut the cake he brought. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." He said as he handed the other stranger a slice of cake. "Fulgurate? Is that his name?" he looked at the seated stranger. "Wait, how does he know my first name? Damn it, does he know me too?" his face slowly sagged into one of intense, hidden sorrow. At that moment, the large armored whatever-he-was, approached him and handed him a slice of cake. Reaching out for it, he looked up at the moving suit of armor and back at the cake. "For me?" his eyes asked. The suit of armor then smiled at him, and he reciprocated it in kind. His face immediately brightening. He determined this creature to be friendly and graciously accepted the cake. "Thank you." he was grateful. However long he was out for, he was sure as hell starving by now. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." he motioned towards Kuhaku's mostly bandaged arms. Blinking, he looked at the site of the IV and looked up, grinning and ruffling his white fur (hair) in response. The moving suit of armor then walked over to Ms. Rode and handed her a slice. "He called me 'partner'..." he mulled over that comment for a while. As he returned to his hospital bed to plop his behind onto it, he curled his legs underneath him indian-style and took a bite of the cake. His ears and tail perked up, it was delicious. Swallowing the bite, he looked at everyone in the room and wondered with bright eyes as he posed his next question. "I'm sorry everyone, but...Do I know all of you? Do all of you know me?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Watching Merlin burn through the math problems was definitely a spectacle to be seen. He burned through every practice problem and example problem there was in the packet inside the packet within the first 10 minutes of class. These were nothing compared to all the calculations he had to make while he was working at the casino. Almost as soon as he finished the last page with problems on it, he began to take a nap. The battle the class before had worn him out, and he proceeded to sleep until the end of class bell rang. When Merlin finally got the dining hall, he made a bee line toward the chicken sandwiches. He had already grown a large appetite right after the sparring match with Ivan and it only grew from then on. It had gotten to a such a point that, right in the middle of history, Merlin's stomach gave a very audible growl. He picked up nine chicken sandwiches, a large heap of curly fries, and three cartons of milk. The employee at the end of the bar gave Merlin an odd look after sizing up the amount of food he had and comparing it to is body size. Merlin didn't pay any mind to him as he paid for his food and walked away. Finding a seat wasn't too difficult. Merlin walked by Ivan and gave a quick "Sup." before continuing his search for a seat. He decided to take a seat right across from Geni who had made a replying to a boy who had made a comment about the math class earlier. "I see fighting more of an art than a science. I do see the relevance in treating it from more of an analytic point of view though." He said with a smile, "Good show during you match today, Geni." Merlin then looked down at his mountain of food and began the feast.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The math class was agonizing. With her head still throbbing from whatever it was her opponent... made her do to herself she guessed... trying to process what the professor said was a nightmare. The fact that Diamond never even went to school and what little she knew of sciences she learned herself didn't help at all. The history class wasn't much better, but at least the speeding weirdo in front of the blackboard was ready for them to be indisposed for one reason or the other. At least her head stopped pounding by that time. As the last of the morning classes came to an end, the thug was looking forward to some food. The disappointment at the selection of meals was blatantly obvious from the pout on her face. The closest it got to meat was chicken sandwich, and the wine to go with it she could only imagine. Grabbing two of the sandwiches and piling the rest of the plate full of the fries before finding herself an empty seat. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Oswald dropped, and Diamond grunted with a nod. "Never needed it, never heard of it." she summed up her own education, "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." she jabbed.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi The next class was math, something Ineko somewhat enjoyed. The mildly strange Professor Fullbuster had given them work packets, during the lecture Ineko blazed through the packet. Perhaps the Professor had intended some of it to be homework, or some of it classwork, nevertheless he finished most of the entire packet in the length of the class. Most of it was elementary for him. The next class, history, was something Ineko was interested in, but had never before really delved into the subject. Ineko believed that it was Professor Oobleck teaching. He thought it strange that a man would have the name of a non-Newtonian fluid, but dismissed the thought once he began the lesson. Ineko paid extra attention to the lecture. Then it was lunch, solving one mild annoyance, his hunger. He stood in line and picked up a tray, going through the bars he got a couple of things. Two chicken sandwiches, the bowtie pasta didn't look particularly appetizing, a dish of macaroni and two dishes of fries, and a glass of water as a drink. After paying for the lunch, he sent out a drone to look for a place to sit. The drone quickly found two members of Team SIII, sitting at a table. The drone landed on the table, where Ineko would sit, and a short moment later Ineko himself arrived, put the tray down on the table and sat down. "Ivan. Indigo." Ineko greeted, one of these days someone is going to mess up the names he thought to himself. Ineko took off his helmet and gently set it down next to his tray, he took apart the sandwiches and added some fries in the sandwiches before reassembling them. He took a sip of water and began to eat one of his sandwiches. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He said between bites, ignoring the scrapes and grime on his own armor. He would clean it later.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched the other fights progress, making notes in his mind about how the others fight. If there was anything he paid attention in, it was in fighting. Mokuren and Diamond's fight was interesting, if a bit fast. Robert and Abel, ehh. In fact, a lot of people's fights were just ehh. Priscilla's fight proved to be stupid, yet a bit entertaining at the same time, especially when she was flipped upside down. Finally, the matches were over, and it was time to move on to other classes. Math, UUGGGGGHHHH. Boring. That was not what Daniel signed up for when he wanted to become a Hunter. History, ehh, at least it was more entertaining than Math. The teacher there was pretty interesting too, especially with the way he zipped around the class so quickly. Then it was lunch time. Grabbing a sandwich, some apple slices, and some apple juice, he then paid for the lunch and moved on to sit with his team. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he chewed for a second before asking, "So, not bad for the first day, eh?" He then swallowed his food and took another bite.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro All of his enthusiasm and energy had died. Or rather it was grabbed by its throat, choke-slammed onto the ground and then viciously executed by way of a bullet to the head. When the first period bell had sounded, Shiro was quickly and harshly reminded that Beacon Academy was still a place of learning. Not only were promising and great future Hunters/Huntresses trained here, they were afforded the best education that Vale could offer. It was still a school, after all. Shiro's ears flattened against his head and his tail lazily swept at his feet as he sat in Math class, staring at the packet of mathematical problems/equations in front of him with a forlorn look. Looking up at the sleeping teacher and the room around him, Shiro sighed heavily and slowly opened the packet. As a child, he never had a formal education. What they taught him at the orphanage was basic at best. It was only at Signal that he received a better education but even still, he struggled. It wasn't to say that Shiro wasn't bright and smart, it was more so that he was lazy and disliked complex/critical thinking. It made his head hurt. Sure, math was important, but how did math seriously apply in real life beyond basic arithmetic? As he slowly worked on what he did know, skipping over what he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask... In what deity's name did someone think combining the letters from the alphabet with numbers was a good idea?! At least, History was easier on him. It helped more so that the eccentric teacher seemed to inject a bit of his hyperactive zippiness back into Shiro's spirits. Chin resting on his gloved fists, Shiro tried his best to pay attention. Though some parts were definitely interesting, he again failed to see how having history lessons would aid them in combating the Grimm. As the slide show presentation continued on, Shiro couldn't help but nearly plant his face into his desk, as for some inexplicable reason he grew dreadfully tired. For the rest of the period he remained under the radar of the teacher and softly snoozed, drooling a bit as he dozed the history period away.. Thankfully, he had already made it through the first half of the first day and was granted a brief reprieve from the daily grind of school life. It wasn't much different from Signal after all, just a new place with new faces. As he waited in line, he saw what the cafeteria was offering and his spirits were crushed yet again. Most everything was some kind of starch/grain, vegetable, or fruit. Blech. He recoiled at the sight of them. The only meat they had were the chicken sandwiches, and they even had white milk. Wishing his first meal at Beacon would be a bit grander, he half-heartedly grabbed what was allowed to him. In all honesty, he wanted to pile as much food as he could onto his plate but the cafeteria workers seemed to frown at the idea. He was a bit jealous when a few of the other bolder students muscled their way through the line and grabbed whatever they wanted without a care in the world. He wanted to do the same, but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair. With just a plain tray of chicken sandwiches and milk, he made his way to a free table and took his seat. Setting his tray down, he looked around for his teammates. Too many sounds, scents, and people moving about for him to locate them. Though, as large as Gren and Abel were it shouldn't be too hard to pick them out in a crowd. Shrugging, he decided to start eating without them. Removing the pieces of chicken from between the slices of bread, he clasped his hands together once done. Thanking everyone who were responsible in getting the food he was about to eat to him, he picked up his utensils. Oddly enough, though he was starving at this point, he neatly ate his meal with peculiarly impeccable table manners. As he ate, his golden eyes roamed around hoping to catch a glimpse of the Fox Faunus ladies.. Oh right, he had to do maintenance on his weapons whenever he got the chance. His mind then went down the list of what was required of him to make sure his gear was in top working order. If he had more free time, then maybe he would hit up the gym. That is, if he wasn't too beaten down and exhausted with homework and assignments.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren arrived in the dinning hall looking much better than after his fight. His armor was repaired and he had his hand again, though he notably was wearing a different glove. He had to hasten his recovery since he had classes shortly after his matches, math and history respectfully. He had no comment about them. He actually liked math and did fairly well with it, and even history was nice to learn, though he admittedly have very little use for it. Sure he should learn the mistakes of others in the past to make sure he doesn't reenact them, but world history wasn't really something he felt was relevant. And frankly, something he'd rather not be a part of. As Gren walked through the dinning hall he didn't go through the lunch line. He actually had another box with him, the one that he took to the Infirmary yesterday. Not the cake one, but the other one he brought but couldn't break out due to Shiro fleeing the infirmary. He had hoped that everyone could eat together but when he entered he saw Shiro eating alone. He figured that perhaps Abel was still in the line and Sapphire had to recover at the infirmary but it wasn't long before Gren found her as well, eating at the table of another group. Was she being sociable or leaving Shiro alone on purpose? Perhaps it would be better not to think too much about, but Gren wasn't really one to willfully chose ignorance. Sapphire would be responsible for her own relations he supposed. If she wants to befriend others outside of her team that that was her prerogative. Gren walked up to Shiro and waved at him. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Then Gren opened the box to reveal what he had brought yesterday; a miniature propane grill and cubed steaks. There was at least three pounds of the steaks in a sealed bag where they have been marinating since yesterday. Gren also brought some vegetables such as green beans, carrots, and beansprouts. Well the beansprouts were for him. He just ate them strait from the bag, throwing a few on the grill. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?"</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius' eyes widened a bit as the tendrils of shadow wrapped around his neck, taking away his ability to breath. He ignored it, letting himself stay calm while his lungs cried out slightly in protest. He inhaled a bit of fresh air once she let go, frowning slightly. "You know, Diamond. I was going to buy extras. For the team. You know, being nice and all. Buuut, I don't really take kindly to weird shadows trying to steal my precious oxygen." A stern glare was given at the girl, but it softened into a smile. "But with those puppy-dog eyes, I guess I could reconsider." He made a face of slight disgust. "And as you said, I also came here to take out Grimm. Sure, combat classes are fun and all, but that Jack character was just plain cheating." He stabbed the fork violently into the macaroni over and over again. "Too fast for even a Hunter, I tell you. You people and your manipulation of reality," he said as he waved his fingers in a spooky manner. He raised the fork up again, a bit curious. "What all can you do with those shadows? Other than trying to suffocate me to death, of course."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro As Shiro ate his meal in silence, his eyes had a slightly glazed look to them. Not exactly paying attention to his surroundings as he stared blankly at the table in front of him. This was a common look he had whenever he stared off into space and started day dreaming. Only, in this case, he wasn't. He was intensely focused on how he could alter, improve, and upgrade his weapons. Carrying a cartridge belt with volatile Dust Ammunition was risky business. If he was to ever face off against an opponent smart enough to attack his ammo source, the ensuing explosion would be catastrophic. Dust isn't exactly the safest thing to use or the easiest for those who didn't know how to manipulate it. Dust-based ammunition was marginally safer and worlds easier to utilize, but can still be dangerous if misused. Contemplating how he could keep feeding Kladenets with rounds, yet remain efficient and safe, he wondered if he could possibly expand the internal magazine/speedloader in Perun. If he could quickly load his blade with Dust and keep relatively safe, he would be far more fluid in combat. Manually loading his blade wasn't hard, but it took precious seconds that he could use defending or attacking. The magazine within his shield had only just enough capacity for one rapid charge. He frowned. Most of these thoughts of how to improve his equipment and his battle style stemmed from his lackluster performance during the first period of class. While he had a blast during his match and enjoyed watching the following matches, afterward he couldn't help but feel inferior to some of his fellow students. Some of them had amazing weapons and far more powerful Semblances than he did. Looking back at his own fight with these thoughts in mind, he knew he could improve and get better. Just as his thoughts trailed off into a possible permanently inlaid Dust Crystal, such as with Abel's weapon, his nose crinkled. Sniffing at the air, he detected a faint familiar scent amidst the hundreds of others in the cafeteria. Returning to reality Shiro looked up and saw Sapphire, his team leader. She was sitting at another table with students from the other teams. Freezing in place, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I mean, it's not hard to miss Shiro. Not many others had white, silvery fur like his. Surely, she must have seen him. His expression sagged ever so slightly, his ears drooping. Sighing, he shrugged to himself. It was clear from their initial meeting that she didn't quite like him. She wasn't there to be any of their friends, just their leader. "Tch.." Shiro couldn't help but feel a bit sour at her. But, in any case she was their leader. He would've liked to continue trying to make nice and get on friendlier terms with her, but he felt he shouldn't push it any further than he already had. Rather, he wouldn't waste his energy on trying for now. It would be easier make friends with others. He would respect her and give her the distance and space she seemed to want. It was then at that moment that his ears perked up and his nose sniffed, detecting yet another familiar scent. Only this time, it was a much more welcome one. Looking up, there was no missing the giant armor-clad student that was his partner. Gren had walked up and waved at him. His spirits instantly brightening, he enthusiastically waved back and flashed a bright grin in answer. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Gren said as he took his seat across from him. "Beg to differ, y'big lug. I could've done much better." "Aww, come on Gren. Just call me Shiro. But, hello to you too!" he waved the name away, as if to dismiss it. "Same to you! Your fight was explosive!" He motioned and gestured with his arms mimicking an explosion. With added dramatic sound effects to go with it. "Speaking of which, how's your arm? It looked like you took quite a beating. I could've sworn that it was nearly sawed-..." Leaning over the table to get a closer look, he frowned and furrowed his brows when he saw Gren's uninjured hand. Sniffing at it, it seemed rather odd. His thoughts were cut short, interrupted by Gren's actions. Shiro watched curiously as Gren opened a box to pull out a portable grill and set it on the table. When he pulled out a sealed bag and opened it, his nostrils caught the glorious scent of something marvelous. Immediately forgetting the meal he had nearly finished in front of him, he suddenly felt hungry again. Excited, Shiro's tail began to flit back and forth. Ever so curious as to what Gren brought for lunch today. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?" He practically jumped out of his seat as he stood up and slammed his palms on the table, eyes gleaming brightly. "Medium-Rare!" he essentially shouted. Gren had brought his own cooked lunch that was undeniably worlds better than whatever cuisine Beacon had for them. He had even brought some to share. "What a pal!" he thought. Hell, Shiro even started purring. Well, it would've been considered purring if it weren't for how deep and bass the rumbling in his chest was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way over to where he had stashed his weapon after the fight, the school's absolutely massive room filled with rows and rows of rocket-propelled lockers. Leviathan was made of thick slabs of heat-resistant metal, and despite the uses it had as an impromptu club in a fight, made it nearly impossible for him to write or not simply smash anything with the solid block of dark metal resting on his forearm. People who kept their weapons on them at all times had serious paranoia issues. And most certainly those aforementioned issues with classes. Finding his own locker in short order, he pulled open to the door and began to pull on his weaponry in preparation for Armory. The girl's words had cut him deeper than he had expected. Sure, he was awesome, but it didn't matter when his own partner didn't even want the help in the first place. Ivan gritted his teeth. It wasn't Ineko's fault, of course. But he'd be dammed if it didn't seem like the half-robotic boy was actively trying to make his partner's life difficult with that sudden leaving. That only left Sapphire as the cause. The resounding sound of the bell cut through the gunslinger's anger-fueled reverie. He slammed the locker shut behind him with more force than he had intended as the resulting bang echoed around the relatively empty locker room. His ears turned a rather flattering shade of pink as Ivan grumbled something under his breath about 'bloody doors' and made a quick exit, making certain to calm himself as he approached the door to the Armory class. He'd get back at that smarmy little snot yet. Hopefully in the sparring arena. Glaring at the teacher, he nodded stiffly in their direction before he made his way toward the seating area. He grabbed one of the seats close to the front, pulling his gauntlets off to inspect the wear and damage from his fight with Merlin.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly "I got extremely lucky with my opponent, nothing more. Next time he will probably take sparring more seriously. As for the team, from what I have seen and heard I came up with some points that need emphasising. Things like 'if an attack is going too well you are running into an ambush' for example, preferably with a visceral demonstration on top to really drive the lesson home. Diamond's opponent, we do not really have much to go on. What makes you say it knocked her attack back? I couldn't really tell from the angle was watching what happened exactly. If I was forced to guess Mokuren's ability is either a forcefield of some description or akin to high voltage charge, something that knocks you out as soon as you touch her." Marcus said, then cast a sideways glance at Oswald. "Also, would have done well back home? How so?" he asked curiously. Deciding to answer Marcus and Abel at the same time, even though the bell had just rang, Oswald opened his mouth as he disposed of his refuse. "We were basically Huntsman, though I was only a junior. Worked in teams of eight to compensate for our inexperience and general lack of equipment. I'm on my way to Armory, but we can walk and talk, I don't mind. Living as far away from Vale as we did, we had to make due with what we could, and that wasn't much. My original weapon wasn't nearly as advanced as the Trepanation Blade I use now. Only reason I was allowed to actually make something like this was because I'd been accepted to Beacon." Shrugging, he continued his explanation. "Sapphire would have done well because she has skill, and she's tougher than she looks. This shield of mine has cracked Ursae skulls, but she handled it like a champ. We could've used kids like her. It was tough on a lot of the softer folks. We trained from about 12, seeing actual Grimm at about 14 or 15. Nothing crazy, usually the leftovers or the few that made it too close for comfort. Yesterday was my first injury in the field, and my first time fighting anything like a Datura. Beacon puts a lot of faith in its students, but part of that is likely because they can afford us getting hurt. Back home, an injury like this would have meant that the rest of my team was at risk every day they went out. I took the heaviest hits and came out mostly unharmed, but Sapphire works on the basis of Not Being Hit. When it comes down to it, she has the upper hand any time we go head-to-head, at least until I learn how she works. The problem with her style is that people can adapt, and a few hits will break her like any Grimm. Sorry for rambling."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Abel consoling him, Shiro's glistening eyes brightened and he managed a smile. His teammate's words having comforted him, he parked his behind next to Gren as he continued to cook in his..unconventional ways. Unfortunately, Shiro's hunger would have to wait to be satiated as the bell screeched, causing him to wince and flatten his ears against his head. The bell signaled the end of the lunch period and the start of the next class. Pulling out his Scroll, he checked his class schedule and saw that he had the Armory class next. Ears and tail perking, he looked stunned and excited all at once. "Oh! Maybe I can make adjustments to Kladenets and Perun in class! At the very least I can do some minimal maintenance!" Pocketing his Scroll, he looked at the sizzling meats Gren was still grilling. One could only feel for Shiro as his golden eyes grew sad, his lips pouted, and his ears again sagged sadly onto his head. His face spoke of only heartbreak and intense sorrow. With a heavy sigh, Shiro grabbed his tray. As swiftly as he could, he disposed of it. Not wanting to be late for this class especially, he lowered his body so that he was on all fours and bounded his way out of the cafeteria. Taking care to not run into anyone. Shooting down the hallways, he quickly visited the school's Armory [*Not the class, mind you] and looked around at the multitudes of 'Rocket Lockers'. Sniffing at the air, he quickly located his weapons and withdrew them. Sword already sheathed within his shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and rapidly scrambled to locate the Armory Class to take his seat. "Don't want to be late for this!" His eager face shifted to one of hurt and pain as his stomach still grumbled at him, unsatisfied with the paltry lunch Beacon had given him. "Man, I wish I could've had some of Gren's food..." he sighed to himself, wanting to almost cry.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode The Shelter Sapphire Rode - Airship ==> Sanctuary Someone dropped Sapphire's bag next to her and she quickly felt around for the clasp and opened it. Running her fingers over the contents till she located the medical kit. Cleaning and bandaging a wound blind was not exactly an easy task but Sapphire's pride and perhaps a touch of arrogance wouldn't allow her to ask Abel or Gren for help. Asking Shiro wasn't an option even if Sapphire was open to the idea of getting assistance. Sapphire cleaned the blood from her wound. It was not particularly deep, not deep enough to need stitches but it still bled enough to be a problem. After discarding a number of blood covered cloths Sapphire applied a cream designed to stave off infection before finally wrapping her stomach three times around. Sapphire tied it off, just slightly tighter than was comfortable to ensure that it stopped the bleeding completely. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. It took almost ten minutes before Sapphire's sight returned and when it did looking at the scene that met her gaze Sapphire was sorry for what she'd said. No, that wasn't quite right. She was sorry for when she said it and the manner in which she confronted Shiro. A public forum was not a good place for violent outbursts. It was clear from all three of her teammate's faces that it had damaged relations with her. Sapphire and Abel had never been friends, far from it but they'd had a kind of cold understanding of one another. Sapphire wouldn't have called it trust more a grudging acknowledgement that they need one another. Looking into his eyes now however Sapphire could see the rage held within him. In the stiff way he held himself and how he just avoided her eyes. Gren was harder to read. Sapphire could read human body language very easily but it was harder with faunus whose anatomy didn't match the same way. Best she could guess was that he understood her outburst but condemned her methods. That was the logical conclusion she could draw with what little she knew about him. Then there was Shiro, well he wasn't exactly difficult to read. He bore everything he was feeling in the way he held his shoulders and ears and if she was being honest he only really seemed to have four modes. Depression, he hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself as small as possible. Bubbly, he held his ears and head high and embarrassed everyone around him. Ecstasy, the inability to control his movements and the tendency to damage everything with his in reach. And finally nervousness, he'd fidget and keep very still compared to how he normally moved. In any situation this made him a liability but the way in which Sapphire had handled him had not been productive or necessary. It would have been best to start pounding these lessons into his head during training not right break his bones with them right before a mission. As it stood Sapphire's actions had fractured the team. That didn't mean that it hadn't felt damn good to do it. Those feelings had been brewing in Sapphire since the moment she met Shiro and letting them hit the surface for an instant was like a breath of fresh air. Soon as they landed the team boarded a boat which delivered them to the animal shelter on the island. After they docked Shiro bolted ahead saying he would start scouting while Abel moved away from the group to check the doors to the Sanctuary. Only Gren stayed by Sapphire's side asking for her orders. "I... I made a mistake. I was angry and I let my rage get the better of me. I'll not apologize for anything I said to Shiro but it was neither the time nor the place for such a fight. It should have waited till after the mission. Now Shiro feels he has something to prove, it will only make him more reckless and in turn more of a liability. Abel is angry which means he's not going to trust what I say and I can't imagine that you're particularly thrilled at what you saw. I'm sorry for that, for damaging our adherence to one another before the mission began but I won't take back my words to the furball." Sapphire sighed, at the best of times an apology was not exactly her forte but she needed the team together on this even if she had to sacrifice some of her pride to make it so. "If you would follow Shiro around the building, help him scout and talk to him. Tell him it wasn't his fault or there's always next time or something to make him feel better. Report anything strange. I'll go talk to Abel. I've got to live with him for the rest of my time at Beacon I might as well play nice." Sapphire left Gren to his devices and caught up to Abel who was checking the doors. "Found anything the mission report didn't mention?" she asked. Gren, Sapphire could talk to more easily than the others most likely because out of all of them he was the most like her. Shiro was too bubbly and Abel didn't understand the place that Sapphire acted from. Gren and Sapphire might not be friends but they understood each other better then Sapphire understood the others. The apology came easier talking to Gren but it wasn't something she could launch into with Abel. In fact she wasn't sure she could do it at all. Time would tell.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den As Antaeus' trident hit Mokuren, he suddenly felt an immense amount of pain in his head that seemed to come from utterly nowhere. For several seconds, the surprise migraine disoriented him, but not long enough that he didn't see that the girl was still up and fighting with her sword coming directly for his crotch. "Ah shit!" he shouted as he used his trident to try and block the blow. He hoped to catch the sword between the prongs of his weapon and stab it into the ground, effectively disarming Mokuren. Afterwards, he'd use a kick to send her back and give him enough distance that he could call for backup. Hopefully his plan would work, because this girl was a bigger handful than he had expected. Inside the Dragon's Den As the Dragon's Den employee up the stairs and out of the hallway that the hunters-in-training were in, the vault-like door that he had entered from was slowly closing. Already it was at the point where a person could possibly fit their fingers in to prevent it from shutting all the way, but if they waited any longer than it would soon be impossible to enter at all. It was now or never. If they were able to successfully enter, the intruders would find the door to lead to a brightly lit room, each wall jam-packed with file cabinets. In the center though was a metal table and a single foldable chair. On the table, lied several files and several stacks of paperwork detailing things like transactions, statistics, and other things an illegal gambling den would need to keep track of. The most interesting thing about the papers though, was that almost every one of them had the White Fang symbol stamped onto it or signatures of known White Fang members. It was exactly what the Vale police department would need to incriminate the "business" and bring it down. It was perfect. Perhaps a little too perfect? It would not be a surprise if the three students thought this was all an elaborate trap, because they wouldn't be far off from the truth.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro With an audible metallic thwack-clang the face of Perun rightly scored a direct hit on the deer Faunus' dome piece. Causing the girl's face to play on the not-so-bouncy 'trampoline' that was the solid ground underneath them all. Seeing this, Shiro gasped in concern as he slid a few feet after the delivering the blow. It wasn't his intention to so brutally attack her and potentially hurt her. Reaching out toward her as she recovered, his expression was purely apologetic. At that moment, Shiro's eyes snapped to a door that suddenly burst open to their right and another Faunus girl of some rodent nature nearly entangled herself with 'Corey'. The rodent Faunus girl locked eyes with him, Shiro lowering his outstretched hand and blinking in curiosity at the newcomer. Her less than positive reaction told him that she was potentially a 'patient' here too and that she knew the deer Faunus named 'Coral' by the way she addressed her. Shiro didn't have much time to slowly put the pieces together as Abel, looking worse for wear, lumbered through the door after the rodent girl. Shiro took a step back as his nostrils were suddenly assaulted with an unknown strong smell emanating from Abel, coated in some green ick. Wincing, Shiro held his nose as Abel mentioned how the facility could potentially loop within itself, though he didn't exactly know what he meant by that. As he glanced at Abel's arm, his eyes widened in shock but he was cut short before he could ask about the gaping wound that Abel nursed. The two Hunters refocused on the two faunus girls, now trapped between the two of them, Abel mentioned something about a message from Sapphire. Shiro looked to Abel and nodded, making a motion with his hands signalling for him to tread carefully. "I received that text too, and she's not that far off. There are faunus here that pretty much confirmed to Gren and I that they are conducting medical procedures here to somehow change them into Humans, removing their Faunus blood in some form or fashion." Shiro nodded his head at the two girls, "These two are some of the Faunus patients to be...'treated' presumably. Gren and I were working on escorting them to safety before we deal with the rest of the personnel here at the Shelter. I don't know how Gren is doing, but I chased after...'Coral' here after she ran. She was just outside the range of my Semblance, so she wasn't affected much by it. I've already used it once to subdue the other 'patients'." Stabbing Perun and Kladenets into the ground, Shiro disarmed himself and started taking slow, careful steps towards the girls. "Uh, Ms. Coral? I do apologize for having to hit you like that, I meant no harm to you by my actions. Please, my friends and I are here with the best of intentions. We just want to help you and stop you from making some irreversible mistake. We're trying to find out what's going on here and put a stop to it." He reached a gloved hand out towards the girls, palm upward for them to take. Blinking, he frowned as he struggled to find the right words to use to connect with them. He hated having to act so forcibly on innocent strangers. Sighing, he stopped and searched the ground for his answers. Shaking his head, he began to do slow breathing exercises to get himself to calm down. As he relaxed, his glowing blue eyes reverted back to their golden brown color. His black 'stripes' fading and vanishing into obscurity. Ears and tail perking, an idea clicked with him. "What unites us all as Faunus? Pain." Shiro groaned, looking at Abel as his ears sagged and tail swayed low to the ground. He despised having to spill so many of his emotions out today. Gren witnessed him telling his sob story of a past. Now Abel would have to discover something else he was uncomfortable with. "Oh, well. They would find out eventually. No big deal, right?" Shiro brought his gloved hands in to examine them. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the two faunus girls and desperately hoped this would work. Grabbing the fingers of his arm-length black gloves, he tugged them off to reveal a layer of white wrapped bandages. Slowly, he began to remove them, the cloth unraveling with relative ease. With his Shiro lifted his arms to clearly show to Abel and the girls the strange black mark that was branded on him. The ink black and irritated skin as red as if Shiro had just walked out of a tattoo shop minutes prior, it was clearly apparently Shiro was uncomfortable with showing them. He wished that they would see it as a sign of trust, a connection. "When my unconscious body was found in the burning ashes of my home village, next to the sword and shield I now use, this was discovered on my flesh. This, in addition to my Faunus blood, brought me much torment. No matter what I do, I can't get rid this...whatever this is. Someone did this to me, as if to cruelly leave a reminder of my destroyed childhood. I wanted to show you this, because as someone who knows exactly how painful it can be as a Faunus in this world...I want to let you know that it gets better and I want to show you all that. I want to help you." Desperation lined his every word, his expression pleading to them sincerely. Shiro took another few steps towards them, stretching his hand out toward them once again. "Please, come with us. Please. I don't want to have to force you all to come with me. I just don't want to see you make the same irreversible mistakes as...other Faunus have." Briefly, memories flashed into his mind's eye, of ripping and burning flesh. By some cruel twist of fate, the only visible 'scars' that marred his body were the only scars he actively tried to hide. For one reason or another, his body never allowed him to sport marks elsewhere. Quickly healing and fading as if he had never inflicted any harm by his own hand or by others. Shiro always told himself that it was because of his ability to move on and push forward. Yet, the strange marks on his arms always remained with him. The one scar that would never fade or heal, constantly burdening him with the loss of innocence. The loss of cherished memories and details of his life before his frail body was discovered in the forest that day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane was despartly thinking of a way to find out what she wanted to know as quickly as possible. The old guy had asked them about being in trouble again, so that supported her theory of them being vandals right? While the store's name was adorable it just mean the old man probally wasn't a part of him. Thinking of how best to play her simpering role best she finally said in her airhead voice, "Oh I'm no racer though I appreciate a nice looking vehicle when I see one. I more intrested about you though, just what kind of trouble could some nice boys like you possibly get into?" Gawds if they could just confess or something already she could kick their arses. Sepia seemed to be going along with it well enough so as long as nothing unexpected happened and these guys were as stupid as they acted this should be over and done with in less than five minutes.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze--Cutting it Close As soon as Jack had slipped through, Luke's strength had all but given out. Timing seemed to have a penchant for the dramatic with this mission. Immediately bailing out from his position against the frame, he slid between the oncoming (and much faster) door and the wall, and out into freedom. Well, mostly. Door caught his trailing foot for a moment before he'd twisted and yanked it free, and he thought something might have felt something crack, but he'd take what he could get. Shaking off the potential injury as it began to repair itself, he got himself moving, feeling as though the threads of fate had been forcefully realigned by the powers that be, after some great error had passed. Forcing it out of his system, he nodded in agreement with Jack. "No way they aren't waiting for us at any of the exits, you're right." Clenching his right fist, the steely gauntlet covering it morphed (in a noticeably higher-than-normal quality animation sequence) into a drill, both a viable weapon, and more importantly, a viable tunneling option. "Know how close we are to the outside right now?" He asked his comrade, starting forward and scanning the walls for a starting point.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Listening to Rice's nervous explanation of the plan if anything went wrong, Oswald was unsurprisingly skeptical. He decided to keep his mouth shut for the sake of whatever small amount of pride the man had left, however. He was glad that the drivers at least had a form of protection other than team MODA. Carefully watching the road ahead, Oswald's eyes widened as he saw a group of trucks turned over and covered in all sorts of damages. That was no good. Turning to Rice, he opened his door and got ready to jump out after the radios went down. "Stop the truck. We need to get the Unsubtle up here for this."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked, finding himself awkwardly caught in a moral dilemma. Looking at what he considered his 'brands' on his forearms, he examined his hands closer. Turning his bare hands over, attempting to read the lines that etched his palms in search of an answer to a question yet asked. It was rare for Shiro to lay eyes on his exposed hands and arms, as he always kept them bandaged or concealed under his long black gloves. Staring at the angry, red-and-black markings, he started to wonder. Uncomfortable thoughts and memories being dredged up from the depths of his consciousness. "A serum that targets faunus-specific cells?.." Hands starting to tremble the longer he looked at his naked flesh, Shiro swallowed dryly. Small beads of sweat forming and rolling down the side of his face. He never considered that other Faunus had species-specific issues that arose. He never realized that he was perhaps more fortunate than other Faunus. Sure, his eyes were light-sensitive, his ears weak against sounds of certain pitches and frequencies, and Gods help him if someone grabbed his tail. But, other than his visible 'animal' traits, he couldn't recall any unique problems arising from his Tiger Faunus lineage. He had been blind, more so than he ever realized. He had been 'blessed' so to speak. At that moment, the Squirrel Faunus attempted to flee but was quickly stopped by Abel. Shiro frowned at how roughly Abel seemed to handle her, but his concern ended there when his keen perception detected a presence approaching. Sharp senses suddenly flaring, his body tensed up as for a fleeting moment frozen in time, another Faunus appeared merely a few feet away from him. "Huh? When did-" He only caught a passing glimpse of the Faunus, but was able to tell that she was female and of canine-origin. A word tattooed beneath one of her eyes. As quickly as she had abruptly appeared to Shiro, she vanished. Whirling on the spot, his nostrils automatically tried to pin her scent, sniffing at the air. A strange golden aura trail left in her wake, Shiro shook his head and was woken from his quiet self-reflection. He looked at his arms as if they were something foreign, an alien part of himself. Turning, he seemed stunned to see Abel there as if only just now realizing his wounded friend was still present. Face reddening, he scooped up his bandages and gloves off of the ground and turned his back to the Faunus girls and Abel. "Abel, we've made a mistake." Shiro said as he shook his head, hastily re-wrapping his forearms. "We shouldn't be here at all. There's been some terrible misunderstanding. Contact the others and let them know, there isn't anything wrong going on here. We should withdraw as soon as we can and notify Beacon of our findings." Shiro finished tying off the ends of his now completely wrapped arms. "A-and, y-yeah. I'll stay here by myself, you go on ahead and find Sapphire. You probably have a better idea of where she might be than I do. Unless you want me to sniff you over for her scent and..." He glanced over his shoulder to look Abel over once, wrinkling his nose. "Y-...yeah, just maybe go look for her. I'll stay here with these two ladies and make sure they don't get mixed up into any other trouble we've caused here." Shiro tugged his black gloves on, flexing his fingers. Turning back around once his arms were covered again, Shiro tried to look Abel in the eye as he normally would but failed and had to constantly break eye contact by looking away. "Call whomever you need to to get us off this rock, but let's not get these innocents involved anymore than we already have. O-oh! And make sure Gren isn't on some rampaging wrecking-ball spree, y'know how trigger happy he can get sometimes when challenged.." Shiro walked over to his sword and shield and yanked them out of the ground. Sheathing his sword into the shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and pulled the hood of his black cowl over his head. Ears comedically poking into his hood, Shiro kept his back turned to the girls and Abel. "I'd make some calls myself but, I kind of broke my Scroll..Heh-heh...boneheaded mistake on my part, sorry." He scratched at his ears under his hood. Turning his head ever so slightly, he wanted to make sure Abel agreed and would leave. A sick and queasy feeling in his stomach, he fully intended on asking the girls some more questions once Abel was gone. Entertaining the ideas of some 'cure' for the Faunus, he couldn't help but be a little curious if maybe whatever medical staff here could possibly help him with his own 'ailments'... "I'll keep talking with these ladies and see if I can't find out anything else. You go on ahead. I'll be fine by myself."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - A confused Rabbit This is bad very bad was all she thought as she froze it looked like her team mates died but she was sure that Mokuren was not inside the building so It was very unlikely she was dead. "Luke if you are really alive I want you to punch me" she stated it was finally dawning on her that this might not be reality and if it wasn't she knew that it would haunt her. Letting Byakko drop and rest on her shoulder she waited either "Luke" would scream something again and punch her or stay quiet. If he stayed quiet she would know that he was dead and than she would act as of right now she was practically fighting every instinct that told her to act.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarz -- Flabbergasted What did she just say? "P-" "Punch you?!" he repeated dumbfoundedly, skidding to a halt not halfway from Morgan. Looking at his teammate as though she'd grown three heads, he turned halfway towards her, keeping the enemy still in his peripheral vision. "Are you sure?" He asked, preemptively deactivating one of his gauntlets. Didn't he have a Lieutenant to be punching instead? What could possibly-- Wait. It all dawned on him at once, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. The simple beauty of Ciel's plan! An actual masterstroke, even under such confusing trials! And yet also so simple, he was kicking himself for not thinking of it already. The order relied on exploiting the key differences in the illusions she was perceiving, and reality. What the illusion was causing her to perceive was that he was dead, which was simple enough. The Caster herself had clued him into that. However, that perception was brought into question by his own outburst moments later, a direct contradiction to Morgan's intentions. What she had perceived as reality had suddenly turned into one big question mark. Now, ordering his "dead" body to move-- what would in normal circumstances be a sad display of an unwillingness to accept his death would actually serve as the turning point as to whether or not they broke through the tinted lens placed over Ciel's eyes. That is, it put Morgan into a lose-lose situation. Illusions were only that. Illusions. They had no weight nor mass behind them, so if his "stand-in" complied with the order, she would be punched by nothing but air, especially something that had just been assumedly shown to be dead. Enough for anyone to catch on. Now, if I myself were to run in and punch her, whatever I appear to be is now speaking with my voice and is following orders directed at me flawlessly. It can also punch her just like I can, thus proving that the illusory me is in fact, neither dead nor real, along with adding a jolt of pain to her nervous system. Proving the illusion wrong and adding a jolting, sudden stimulus to the nervous system, forcing it to break concentration. A combination that will always shatter a misguided perception of reality. In other words, the jig is up no matter what happens. "All right. Sorry, but you asked for it, Ciel! Here I come!" he shouted, sprinting towards her as if she'd taken his lunch money. Cocking that same unarmored fist back, he thanked her for placing such trust in him during desperate times... And uncorked a half-powered punch straight into her bellybutton. Not hard enough to severely hurt her, but just enough for her to feel it, without any doubt. He grimaced as he felt it connect. Again, she asked for it. But that didn't make having to "turn on" a teammate the most enjoyable of prospects. Sorry.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "Well I don't actually have a team yet..." Emmy scratched the back of her head, fidgeting. "I just transfered from Haven, I always wanted to go to Beacon see, but I couldn't afford to actually get here...but the student exchange program took care of that!" She gave a thumbs up along with a big grin on her face. "Ozpin said he'd find me a team in the next day or two, so no worries there!" "But enough about me! What about you? What is your team like? What is your semblance? What weapons do you use? How was your mission? Was it full of danger!? Was it scary!? Did you beat up Grimm and bad guys!? Did you remember to brush your teeth afterwards!? Huh?!?" Emmy shot whatever questions she could think of as fast as her mouth could handle, which was actually quite a lot.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra Dawn, Patrol Mission Skyra threw both girls a quick smirk. "Good girl.", she exclaimed nodding and then proceeded to follow Ebon who already was a couple of yards ahead of her. After the girls were out of view, Skyra sighed. Once more she successfully avoided killing somebody without being hurt herself. She definitely counted this as an achievement worth striving for. Not much later, the Horn of Plenty made itself known to Skyra's nose. She absolutely hated that place. Not because of the commotion or anything, no. It was the crazy amount of smells that bothered her. One or two different meals would be bearable, but not this many. A quick guess trying to differentiate between different odours brought up at least ten to fifteen completely different meals, all of those biting each other. She saw the police band long before the police spotted the two hunters. Burglary, eh? Doesn't seem that special from here. She retracted that thought as soon as the police officer contacted them. "Aye. What seems to be the problem, sir?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A raised eyebrow greeted Robert's request. Out of everything, he wanted to focus on the ferret? The scruffy little critter and its single-track mind hadn't made much of an impression on Abel, but he couldn't help but admit that the horrible thing was at least adorably horrible. It would be a little while before anyone could stand it enough to figure out its true potential, and was therefore a perfect fit for Shiro. That, the guardian mused, or it was simply a mindless animal with special abilities. Yikes—unfortunate implications indeed, if he'd have been shortsighted enough to say it aloud. "Well, it's small, and mostly gray. It's got dark coloring around its eyes, so it looks like it's wearing a superhero mask. Its teeth stick out slightly, and it's kinda ragged. Definitely not as sleek as normal ferrets. But it's just as stretchy, like most are. You ever hold one? They're like furry slinkies. This one had a lot of aura, even had a semblance. He could speak into our brains, but he's as dumb as any other ferret, so all it said was 'food' and 'fun'. Shiro loved him, named him Scoot 'cause when he moves around on the ground it looks like he's sliding, I guess. Sapph hates him though, because he's nice." Abel noticed that he'd transitioned to calling Scoot 'he' rather than 'it' halfway through his explanation. Was the critter growing on him already? Abel shrugged. As long as it didn't nip him, he supposed he could pet it now and again.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro lowered his hand as he tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow. "You're a transfer student from Haven? Oh, cool. What's Haven l-" Before Shiro could finish his question, Emmy went fully-automatic with a slew of rapid-fire questions. With each question she asked, his smile broke out into a wider and wider growing grin as his eyes began to practically sparkle with bursting stars. "This gal can definitely be my friend." Motivated by her enthusiasm and energy, he could feel his own feverish energy levels rising as well. Leaning in, he answered her questions in no particular order but with the same talkative speed and ardor. "Oh, like I said I'm with Team Swansong. I have two other teammates Abel and Gren who are pretty swell guys! Abel has this lightning Semblance and Gren, who is a Boar Faunus, has this 'sticky' Semblance. Our team leader is Sapphire and she...Well, enough about her. I have a sword and shield that combine into giant axe! My mission- Well, some parts were pretty fun! Pretty dangerous but exciting! I did beat up...something." He looked away and scratched at his head, unsure of how to categorize the massive lizard he and his other friends fought against. Cocking an eyebrow, he couldn't help but break out into laughter at her dental hygiene question. "Ha ha! No, I didn't brush my teeth afterward! I don't know why that would be a thing. But, my Semblance is pretty cool too, want to see?!" Leaping up onto the cafeteria table, Shiro stood and began to slowly suck in a large volume of air. As he did, his golden-brown eyes 'froze' over and took on their glowing icy-blue hue. Black streaks 'burned' onto parts of his hair, face, and tail. Lungs filled to capacity, he was just about to unleash the full force of his Semblance's ability but stopped and held his breath. Looking 'round the cafeteria, he slowly exhaled as his chest deflated. Though the dining hall was sparsely populated, he was certain that it wasn't very wise to just suddenly unleash his power upon the few poor unsuspecting students that were eating. Not to mention the faculty and his team leader wouldn't like hearing about this. Nervously laughing, he hopped off of the cafeteria table and took his seat. Scratching his head again, he figured that somewhere else at some other time would be better to show off. "Uh, sorry. Maybe I can show you later outside or something." As he calmed down and pulled himself back, he posed some of the same questions back to Emmy. "What about you? What was Haven like? What are your weapons and Semblance?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Infirmary Robert quietly listened to Abel without interrupting him. When Abel mentioned that Scoot had a semblance, he eyed the guardian quizzically. After he finished speaking, Robert replied with a few qustions, "Wait he has a semblance? Animals can have semblances? How long has this been a thing?" The next question he asked was at a barely audible whisper since he was more asking himself than Abel, "How can an animal have a semblance but I've got nothing?" Suddenly Robert got an idea in his head. He looked over at Greyson who still lay quietly on the infirmary bed. He certainly wasn't going anywhere, and now that Robert thought about it, he didn't want to be here when the awkward topic of Greyson's confession from today's mission was brought up. Turning back to Abel he asked one final question, "Mind if I see it? I've never seen a ferret before, especially one with a semblance." Ciel and Luke vs Morgan "Nooooooo!" Morgan screamed after Ciel told Luke her plan. She had gotten cocky and arrogant, now everything was about to come apart because of that. All Morgan could do now was try to keep the illusion up as long as possible, causing Ciel to see a large Ursa Major curl its paw into a fist and try to punch her in the chest. The illusion broke on impact and everything returned to normal. Morgan watched in shock as she realized the odds of her defeating these two Beacon students on her own. She threw her arms in the air and shouted, "I surrender! Please don't hurt me!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed softly as he laid on the bed just listening to the conversation as it went on. Greyson didn't talk just waiting for Pricilla and Robert to say something about his confession on the mission. Greyson turned to Daniel who was in the bed next to him, Daniel wasn't going to go anywhere so he might as well talk to him. "Daniel lets not talk about Pricilla and Robert and lets just play cards" Greyson said as he got a pack of cards from the desk nearby and shuffled them as he gave him half the deck so they could play.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Looking up around him as his ears and tail fluttered up along with his silvery mop of hair and clothing, he couldn't help but smile in awe and laugh as Scoot had to cling to the edge of his cowl to prevent from flying off. The wind roaring in his ears, the volume of Shiro's voice raised as Emmy utilized her Semblance's ability. "Wow, so you can manipulate the forces of wind? That's pretty neat! Are your weapons checked into the Armory? I would love to see them! Tell you what, you show me yours and I'll show you mine along with sharing my Semblance with you!" Closing one eye, his vision was drawn to where Emerald had sat a couple tables away. The students gathered there must've been friends that may have transferred from Haven with her. His ear twitched and swiveled, his hearing picked up some voices. One of the students seemed to have said something to them but over the howling of Emmy's Semblance, he couldn't make out exactly what was being said. As he was about to question Emerald about her fellow transfer students, Gren arrived which caused him to break out in a wide grin. Waving enthusiastically, Shiro practically shouted at his comrade. "Hey, Gren! This is Emerald! She's a transfer student from Haven! She was showing me her Semblance! I like her! She's my new friend!" Prior to waving at his teammate, Shiro had subconsciously grabbed onto the cafeteria table to keep him and Scoot grounded. Without realizing it until it was too late, he had used the very same hand to wave at Gren. Big mistake. "Oh, wait." Liftoff. Whatever the details of Emerald's Semblance may have been, the powerful swirling winds had gathered enough energy and force to pick up the approximately 175 Ib Tiger-boy and lifted him straight up into the airspace above the tables. Instead of horror, Shiro could only erupt in an infectious fit of bubbly laughter. Fully enjoying himself, he looked around at the few other students in the dining hall as his eyes scanned all over. "Wow, look at how high we are Scoot!" He turned to the ferret still desperately holding on to dear life. "Isn't this..." The winds had moved him out of its local range. "F-..fun?" The tiger boy and ferret looked down and then at each other. Scoot took this brief moment frozen in time to hurriedly scurry into Shiro's clothing. Then, Shiro dropped. His body right above the table belonging to the students presumably from Haven. Correcting himself as he suddenly fell back to the earth, Shiro landed crouched over on all fours with a loud crash. As the dust, food and utensils settled, now came the wide-eyed expression of shock. Whatever food or object was underneath him as he landed, he was sure to have violently disrupted. Blinking, he was staring right into the face of female transfer student that chillingly reminded him of Sapphire. She didn't look like a very happy person either. For a few tense seconds, he just stayed there. No one saying or doing a thing as Shiro remained completely still. Swallowing dryly, he broke out into a cold sweat. Without even really meaning to, no fault of his own or anyone's, Shiro found himself in yet another embarrassing situation. In front of new, potential friends no less! Nervously chuckling, he knew he was in trouble. "Heh-heh...Uhh...Hi? OKAYBYE." Not wanting to get snatched up by Gren, Shiro lunged off of the table and made a mad dash towards the exit. As he bolted past everyone, leaping from table to table, he yelled back towards Emmy. "IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU! I'LL MEET YOU OUT IN THE GARDENS TO HANG OUT SOME MORE!" In this instance, Shiro's 'flight' instinct kicked in. A silvery-white blur as he sprinted out of the cafeteria, all that was on his mind was to get as far away from the cafeteria as quickly as possible. "HANG ON SCOOT! WE'VE GOTTA GO, FAST!" Scoot's raggedy muzzle poked out of Shiro's shirt. "Fun!" Scoot declared. Shiro sighed as he tore up ground. "Man! I didn't even get to eat that much!"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Two of Ebon's R-Types got blown away by the explosion, one from Squad 1 and one from Squad 2. He wasn't too perturbed and considered it a success that the rest managed to get out unscathed. Gren closed the distance startlingly fast for someone his size but Ebon was ready for it. When Gren's weapon hit Ebon's shield he swung it to the side to parry Gren. Then, gripping one of the extra handles behind The Kingdom, Ebon slammed the corner of the shield right at Gren. Mean while the R-types rallied together to maximize their firing power. Squad 3 split to replace the R-types lost from Squad 1 and 2 and continued to do their original purpose. Squad 1 flew in perpendicular of Ebon to bombard Gren with bullets. Squad 2 was starting to climb high into the air. When they would start to decent, they'd charge their shot so they could dive bomb Gren.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra returned to the gym main hall. "So where should we..." Her ears flattened to her head and tears welled up in her eyes. Figures... every time I meet somebody who I might befriend they leave... She turned around towards the wall and wiped away every sign of sadness. She couldn't be weak in public. She was a strong member of the Blue Fang, a peaceful Faunus rights group, who had been in conflict with the White Fang since their turn for violence. She strut through the gym, duly noticing the presence of Ebon and Krys. Anybody who knew Skyra a bit and watched her walk could see her rigid movements which were extremely uncanny for the normally pretty flexible and agile girl. A long stretched out sigh left her mouth as she exited the gym and moved towards her dorm room where she just wanted to read and be alone now.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald took a few tentative sips of the beer, it tasted awful, but if it would help with the horrible pounding in her head then it would be worth it. After that she crashed back into her own bed and stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes. Eventually her head stopped hurting so much and she started to feel alive again. It was Sunday, and there was a nearly endless amount of things she could decide to do with her time. She hopped off the bed and onto her feet, she wasn't gonna waste it lying around that was for sure. There was only one thing left to do! She climbed back up onto her bed, stood up, and then started to jump. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" She was bouncing on her bed, she figured it was a great way to get the blood pumping, plus it was pretty fun. She started to use to her semblance with each jump, making her go higher and higher each time. Then her head hit the ceiling and she crashed into the bed. "Owwwww…." Well that was enough of that, Emmy rubbed her head as she stumbled out of the room and into the hallway, she was still wearing just her tank top and shorts, but she didn't care. It was Sunday, she didn't need to be dressed for school today. She wandered down the halls for a bit until her ears picked up what sounded like fighting, it sounded like it was coming from where the gym was, according to her Scroll. She ran off in that direction to see what all the hubbub was about. She wasn't disappointed, as she entered the gym the first thing she noticed was Gren and some dude she'd never seen before going all out in some sort of duel. There were also flying robots that were shooting at Gren and by gods was that an explosion?! Recognizing Diamond by her hat, Emmy ran up beside her to watch the fight. She bounced up and down and cheered. "Woooo! Let's see some more explosions yeah!" This school was awesome.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled broadly at Skyra, and then turned to leave as soon as the cheese was delivered. "Make sure to eat your cheese, milk helps people grow, and cheese is like milk that you can chew". With that insightful bit of insight, Mokuren left again, off to do....things. Like taking a midnight stroll through the woods, and maybe find something of interest, if she was lucky.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Good morning." A simple greeting. Indeed the morning so far has been swell, and the sun is still early on the horizon. Gren wondered why a girl like her was doing in the gardens. Was she a gardener too? Then again no one would look at Gren and imagine that he'd be the type to take care of daffodils. This line of questioning did make Gren hesitate however; he had initiated the conversation, now what was he going to do? Just walk away as if nothing ever happened? He had a physical attraction to this girl at the very least; his baser instincts drove him to act before he planned anything out. First impression was everything, and what he says next would be what defines him. Thinking quickly Gren spoke out. "Likewise. A pleasant surprised to see a fellow huntress in the gardens. Would you like to have some breakfast?" Gren wasn't much for introduction, but he finds that offering food was always a good way to establish a friendship. Fortunately for him he had packed lunch, and while he was at the gardens he could whip up something relatively fresh if it's not enough for the the huntress.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "First my Name is Cian, my weapon is Multi Variable Assault Rifle. Beyond that I would like everything on this list if possible." She said handing the man a slip of paper that contained all she needed. The paper listing out to the smallest details everything she was looking for from a pair of black short pants and a black tanktop and a white coat that had a black fur trim and a long pair of black leather boots and two pairs of a large leather belt. "Do you believe that you can complete this order? Oh! also do you think you can get a three hair clips that can stand to the stuff we will be facing?" She asked since she was unsure on if the person would be able to complete something like this or not including the hair clips. Looking at both the man and Jack she waited for a response to see if he could do something like this if not she will take her business somewhere else she knew one place but they were a bit pricey at times.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald waved goodbye to Krysanthe, before turning to Diamond. "Welp, now that the excitement is over...I'm gonna head back to the dorm, put my usual outfit on, maybe go eat a snack...bye!" She ran off without letting Diamond say a word, giggling. She figured that admitting she was gonna go put clothes on after defending the wearing of pajamas would confuse her, which was what she was hoping for. She ran out of the gym, heading down the halls rather quickly, why walk when you could run and feel the wind blowing on your face? She continued down the hallway, dodging and weaving random objects and people as she did. It wasn't long before the dorm that belonged to team MODE was in sight! She slowed down as she reached the door, using her scroll to unlock it, she entered the dorm. She giggled before leaping onto her bed and landing on it tummy first, before she got dressed she wanted to feel how soft her bed was, she tangled herself up in her sheets. She lay there for a few moments, and got to thinking maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt...she was tired from sprinting the whole way to the dorm and laying their felt sooo nice. She closed her eyes...she'd take five minutes. Maybe fifteen.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Landing Chattering students were already dispersing from the urheimat that was the airship's entry/exit bay, filing off the transport and moving out into the city of Vale. Gratia would be joining them soon to explore the kingdom so new to her, and so it would be here that she part ways with the boy that had served as her conversation partner throughout the ride down from Beacon Academy. It was somewhat of a shame; he was a slightly more interesting figure than the other teenagers that surrounded them, but her journey from now on would be travelled on her lonesome. "The same to you, Luke Schwarz," she replied with little emotion, though her strong, clear (if seemingly accented to non-Mistralese ears) voice held hints that despite her impassive expression, there was an atom-sized amount of respect in her tone. She would endeavour to keep the boy in mind if she ever saw him amongst the hordes of students in either class or the hallways. Luke Schwarz was not a name she was to forget any time soon. With one last nod, the Huntress disappeared into the crowd.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Roaming the halls, towards the Dormitories Freshly showered and casually dressed, Shiro walked as he dug a fluffy white towel that was just as white as his hair into his feline ears. One thing that irritated him to no end was attempting to dry out the insides of his ears after bathing. Sure, the rest of his body was squeaky clean and dry, comfortably clothed and all. But no, he always had to fight to get the last bits of moisture out of the confines of his ears. Absolutely annoying. One eye shut tight as he struggled with the towel in each alternating ear, Shiro was dressed simply today. He decided to go out today in a short-sleeved black t-shirt, blue jeans with accompanying belt, and black-and-white sneakers. Not forgetting to include the white bandages that completely covered his arms from the elbows down, of course. Exasperated, Shiro gave up at his attempt to dry out his ears. As he muttered to himself and wrapped his filthy workout attire in the towel, he rounded the corner leading to the team's dormitory only to halt in his tracks. Further down the way, a small trio of students were standing around chatting. Though nothing out of the ordinary as far as general school life was concerned, it was the choice of attire or lack of attire of one of the three that raised a cause for concern. He vaguely recognized the gentleman as another fellow student that attended Practice class with him, but he couldn't remember the guy's name. To add to the oddity of it all, Sapphire was speaking to him about...something. Again, nothing odd there, but seeing his team leader in regular clothing was a little odd. Not that it mattered to him, he hardly saw or spoke to her anyways. There was a third, rather large gentleman conversing with the other two that completed the trio. Shiro tilted his head, his curiosity drawing out this odd slanted habit of his. Scoot, who sat on his shoulders tilted his head with him. Playfully mimicking his 'chauffeur' for no reason other than that. Shiro recognized the larger gentleman to be Abel. He thought to run up and perhaps say 'Hi' or something to that nature, but ultimately decided against it. Shaking his head, Shiro made the semi-rare decision to keep to himself and just mind his own business. He had other things to do today and having his mood dampened by Sapphire wasn't on the agenda. Turning away, Shiro opened the door to his room and entered, shutting the door behind him. After tossing his dirty laundry into its appropriate receptacle, Shiro was back out minutes later. With his back turned to the half-naked towel boy, meathead-boy, and...Ms. Rode, Shiro stuffed his bandaged hands into his jean pockets and turned to Scoot with a smile. "So, Scoot. What do you feel like doing today? You want to go into town with me?" The ferret looked up at Shiro excitedly and telepathically exclaimed "Fun!" Grinning, Shiro patted Scoot's head and briskly made his way towards the Airship Docks to catch a ride into the city. He didn't have much planned in all actuality. It never hurt to just go out and do nothing. To just chill and have time to yourself. If all went well today would fly by and classes would start the following day. Peaceful. That was the idea. Honestly, there was no real 'plan' to begin with. It didn't hit Shiro until just this moment, but the other teams did all return from their missions. He had heard through the grapevine that other teams had been formed and reformed with new replacement students. Though, they weren't what was on Shiro's mind. He wondered how Ms. Sabella's first mission had gone and if she was doing alright. Blinking, he also recalled his terrible first impression on the new team formed from Haven transfer students. He made a mental note to apologize for his disruptive behavior and make some second attempt at restoring his bad image, if he ran into any of them that was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – By Gratia side Vega heard Venetia's voice while she was on her phone. She then let out a deep sigh and she placed her phone back in her bag and caught up to her. "It would have been nice if you sit with me. I'm so tired right now. Anyway how was your exploration of Vale been so far?" The streets were a lot less busy which Vega relished in her mind. She got tired and annoyed by the fact she had to walk through crowds of people in the other districts the amount of flirtatious remarks she both got from both sexes, mainly students.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store "Shitty," was her short reply, one tinged with the annoyance of a person who had gone into the world expected something slightly above mediocre, but had those expectations dashed by how less-than-stellar everything was, "I'm not sitting with you. Get some exercise and don't be a fatass." Being constantly connected to the Net had always seemed like such a bother to Gratia; one couldn't do anything without being distracted by whatever random crap that popped up on their phones and devices, and she'd seen a large number of people frequently go through their day to day lives with their eyes plastered to their glowing screens. What a waste of time and productivity; they were wasting opportunities to do actual meaningful shit by watching cat porn or whatever floated their boat. She didn't really care for what people watched anyway (nor was she particularly familiar); her own phone was some old dinky thing that could call, send texts (limited by the amount of credit she had), play that Snakes game and browse the inbuilt news application. It was something the huntress barely used anyway, so that was one avenue of procrastination just gone. Besides, a Scroll was a lot fucking easier to use and she could actually do work on the fucking thing (having an attachable keyboard was a real boon) as well as dick around when she felt like it. "You need a jacket," she added after a second. "It's a relatively windy day today."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Reunited Hm? "Oh, hey guys!" he replied jovially, raising a hand in greeting. "Doing good, just got my new bike. Rides like a dream." he answered, beaming with satisfaction. "What are you guys up to in here? I figured I'd just browse." he asked, casually walking up to the pair. Had to wonder just what the heck all those bags on Jack's arms were... Were those from the local arcade? Oh, yeah. They are. Hell of a lot of prizes. I never beat that claw game... I swear, that thing is rigged. Anyways...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Speaking of the thief, Diamond had now returned, though she seemed rather distressed about something, as she was looking around the room frantically. Emmy watched her curiously for a few moments, staring at her with her wide eyes as her tail flicked around absently. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, as Diamond seemed to be pretty focused on her search. It was kind of fun just to watch her anyway. After a while though she figured she should at least ask what she was looking for, maybe help her find it. "What's wrong Diamond? You lose something? Oh, and Oswald said he was going into town with Sapphire, maybe we should ask him if we can come along! Could be fun." She figured she might as well ask while she was at it, see if Diamond liked the idea or not.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ahhh, I was just helping little Cian here get some new battle gear", he responded. Luke mentioned a new bike, he peeked out the side and behind Luke and did indeed see a bike. It looked pretty nice. "Oh I didn't know you rode a bike, personally I never really needed anything like that, my semblance is usually all I need", he commented. Knowing first hand, he probably really didn't need a vehicle to get by to most places... In any case, he seemed pretty impressed with the bike. "By the way, has anyone seen Mokuren? It's a day off and she's the only one of us that I haven't seen today", he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me." Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient. Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing. "That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!" Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much. "Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..." Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled. "H-he's my friend. Don't mind him." Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro's ears perked when a student approached him and introduced himself. Looking up, he stared at the boy for a moment before frowning and tilting his head. His eyes brightened as he recognized the guy. "Robert? Robert Fallson? Oh, yeah! You're in Practice Class with me, aren't you? Yeah, I'm on Team Swansong with Abel." When Robert then reached for Scoot, Scoot crawled up to him and sniffed at the boy's hand. Shiro smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's Scoot. You've heard about him already?" Looking at the ferret, Shiro was shocked as the creature then nipped and bit at Robert's hand. Telepathically exclaiming, "Bad!" "Scoot! What are you-!" Shiro quickly reached down and scooped Scoot up. "You don't do that! He's a friend of ours, okay?" Scoot, cradled in Shiro's arms, turned to sniff at the air towards Robert's direction and made an odd growl. "Bad!" Shiro was surprised to learn that Scoot had learned a new word, but what was exactly 'bad' about Robert? To be honest, Shiro didn't really know the guy very much so he couldn't draw his own conclusions on the man's personality type. But, even still. For Scoot to just bite Robert's finger out of nowhere when he never demonstrated an ounce of malice towards any other student. Looking up at Robert, Shiro's expression broke down into one of sincere apology. "I'm real sorry about that, he didn't hurt you or draw blood did he? He's never done that before, I don't know why he wouldn't like you." Shiro nervously chuckled as he leaned forward slightly to see how Robert's digits were. Straightening up, Shiro glared at Scoot and pointed a finger at the rodent's face. "Scoot, we don't do that! Bad!" The ferret, not quite understanding what was going on, sniffed and licked at Shiro's bandaged finger.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Docks Robert was probably more shocked than anybody else that Scoot decided to bite him. He let out an audible "Oww!" as his hand quickly recoiled away from the ferret. "Why would something so cute and adorable bite me?" he asked rhetorically. "And what did I do that made it dislike me so much? I don't smell that bad do I?" he continued, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Robert realized he was clutching his bitten index finger in his left hand and decided to give it a quick peek to see if it was in fact bleeding or swollen. As to be expected with his normal streak of luck, a slight trickle of red was running down the finger. When the concerned Shiro tried to look at the extent of the damage done by his team's pet though, Robert quickly hid his hand behind his back so he couldn't get a good look. "No worries, it's fine. Just smarts is all. No blood or anything," he lied. The red haired boy hated doing that, especially to someone he was trying to make friends with, but if Shiro found out that Scoot's bite broke the skin he'd probably feel worse about the whole thing. It wasn't Shiro's fault that Scoot saw Robert as a threat. Besides, I've had worse. Ever been bitten by a venomous spider? Man does that hurt. And going through the whole procedure of getting anti-venom is a pretty big hassle, too. Especially when you're broke. But enough about me, what are you doing? Going down to Vale, too?</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt decided to walk to the Beacon Docks. He had heard that it had quite a nice view and he was pretty excited to see if he could see Signal from it. He walked past two people talking and sat down on a bench facing the cliff. He heard something about venomous spiders and began laughing quite loudly. "I hear you there buddy. It's worse when you're in the middle of a forest and miles away from the nearest hospital. I had to suck out the poison myself, spit it out, and run to the hospital as fast as I could. Don't mess with Broodlings, that's what I learned that day. Not even if you're positive that there's no Ariadnes around." Cobalt said as he reminisced that day. In actuality he never got bit by a Broodling, it was just a regular spider. It really hurt still, but not fatal like a Broodling bite. Still, he probably sounded like a badass from that story. He got up and walked over to them. "I'm Cobalt. I just transferred here from Signal. What are your names?" He asked as he cracked his stiff neck.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian "Well its good you found a place to get your bike from. Though yeah I just found out about the hair clips now and something like that would be greatly beneficial." Cian said it was a really interesting piece now that she actually thought about it something like that you dont hear much about and when you do its like a fantasy setting. Still it was to beneficial to actually pass up "In terms of battle gear I ordered somethings since I have little to none extra clothing left that isn't torn to shreds. I guess you get to see later when I pick it up tomorrow since that is when it will be done she said off hand. Now you going to look around or follow me and Jack here since he is dead set on following me to get my hair cut." She continued as she looked at the two boys that was in the store with her.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "But that is a really nice bike, really", he commented. He never really found the need for transport, seeing as his semblance would cover his mobility problems in a pinch, but that was still a very good looking bike. It was also just convenient for him that he show Cian to this shop, since he did have to pick up his coat. He was also glad she could get what she needed, seeing as they were on the same team, being ill-prepared intentionally or unintentionally was bad after all. Next though was her haircut. "Hmmmmm, I wouldn't say dead set, more like... I wonder what your hair's going to look like afterward. It'll be fun", he had strange ideas of what was fun, but he was going to be following and seeing how it turns out. He was likely just bored.</s> <\|message\|>Clair Carnelian Clair Carnelian She stopped. There was an awkward sincerity in the young man's invitation, a kind that she might've appreciate if it wasn't so early in the morning. But, she thought. Of all things... why bowling? Looking at him, with a build like his, there was no doubt he was athlete. But a bowler? Not that that would have been anyone's first guess, but maybe, she thought, she should let herself wake up a little more before she jumped to so many conclusions about a complete stranger. I guess I was a little harsh. Maybe the Princess is already rubbing off on me. That being said, she certainly wasn't awake enough to have social interactions of any level of depth. Yet there was a crucial consideration that she had to make. If I don't go with him, the only other person I have to keep me company until classes begin is Sarina, and that's not exactly my idea of a good time. She put one hand over her mouth and tilted her head. "I'll go with you," she said after a moment. "But you'll have to wait for me to shower first." At the very least, she could walk with him into town and go off on her own after asking him a few questions. It didn't have to be an all-day social affair. But whatever it was going to be, it was better than waiting in her room for Sarina to show up.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro absently sniffed at the air and could smell blood drawn, which worried him while at the same time confused him. Why Robert would blatantly lie and even go so far as to hide his hand behind his back was beyond him. Needless to say however, the lie marred Shiro's initial impressions of the red-haired student. Tilting his head, his train of thought was redirected in its path when Robert questioned him about his history of insect bites. "No, can't say I've ever been bitten by a venomous spider. I'd imagine it'd be pretty lethal and painful though." Looking up at the skies above to search his thoughts, Shiro continued after scratching the back of his head and laughing. "Don't think I'll make it a habit to get bitten though. You make it sound like a pretty troublesome event." He was about to ask if maybe Robert was speaking from experience, but the next question again redirected his train of thought. "Oh, me? I was going down into the city to maybe look to get a little music player and some earbuds to go with it. Other than that, I don't have any plans. What about you?" Before anyone else could get another word in, a blue-haired student sitting at a nearby bench situated on the Airship docks butted into the conversation. The new stranger laughing obnoxiously as he did so. Shiro frowned, his tail swaying to and fro. His ears twitching anxiously. The boy then went on to detail his own 'personal' Broodling bite story, but there was something about his tone that he carried on with that didn't sit right with Shiro. It sounded and felt dishonest, as if he were boasting. As the boy stood and approached them, he introduced himself as Cobalt. His appearance reminded him of another student in his classes, Shiro thought. "Can't help but think he looks a lot like someone else...Anyways, I shouldn't be rude and quick to judge." Smiling, Shiro reached out with his bandaged hands for 'Cobalt' to shake. "Ah, welcome to Beacon Cobalt! Nice to meet you, I'm Kuhaku Shiro. You can just call me Shiro though," Shiro laughed as he finished up his introduction. "Kuhaku's my family name. My last name, if you will. But for some reason my surname comes first."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt watched Robert attempt the crane game multiple times and frowned. He really wanted that cute bear. Cobalt shrugged and took out some lien of his own. He walked up to the crane and the music began. He moved the claw around to get a feel for it and tried to grab the bear. He managaed to get its ear but the claw's grip failed and the hair slipped. Cobalt's frown got a little wider and he took out some more lien. He had a good feel for this machine so he could probably get it this time. A good ten minutes later Cobalt was very unhappy with this machine. He inserted the last of his lien, that he had given himself that day to spend, and the machine started once more. He grabbed the bear by its arm and watched it inch closer to the hole. Cobalt was practically sweating as he glared at the claw and willed it to move to the hole. The claw let go at the very edge and the bear went right into the hole. "Yes! Hell yeah!" He cheered as he grabbed the bear from the receptacle. People were staring at the large man with blue hair dancing, but he didn't care. He got the bear. He glanced over at Robert and he began to think. " Hey, do you want this?" Cobalt tapped Robert on the shoulder and held the bear out in his other hand. "I'm not a very big fan of stuffed animals and you were trying to get this earlier." He lied with a smile. He really didn't want to give this away after so much work, but it was the right thing to do. He seemed to want it more anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia Eating after shopping was quite relaxing for the two though the original restaurant Vega planned was packed so they ate at gourmet burger restaurant. Pricey but the food was quality. Afterwards the two strolled around Vale until coming across a sign... "Drury Lanes...hm. Want to check it out?" Gratia's only response was an ambivalent glance at her team leader, onyx eyes bland and uncaring in their gaze. It was evident that she held no particular view of going into the bowling alley; it wasn't as if she had anything better to fucking do. All she really cared for as of current was the gigantic triple-choc strawberry and mango smoothie that she was in the midst of sucking out of a curvy red straw. As well as listening to music. Headphones snugly attached to her ears, permanent scowl as her expression and an aura of spiky solemnity around her, the Huntress trainee was definitely not somebody who seemed approachable as they entered through the doors of Drury Lanes. The place had a neon-style vibe, noticing the ' as Vegas Gr8 Eats' sign. Hm this place does not seem so bad.. People were present from whether to the old men bowling to young teenagers, probably students from Beacon in Vega's mind. Vega gave a glance to Gratia after noticing the Arcade, "What to check out the Arcade and pass some time?" Vega had a stolid expression, was reserved. After all a long day in Vale exhausted her. One thing noticeable was that she wore her new jacket over her summery outfit, zipped up all the way only showing her shorts noticeable. She then crossed her arms glancing once more with reserved tight lips. A shrug was the response. Despite being surrounded by the unwashed masses of Valian idiots, she didn't really care whether or not they visited the Arcade or not. She'd let her team leader do what team leaders did: "lead". For something that didn't even fucking matter, but it wasn't like it bothered her that much anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Salon Getting her haircut down she stepped down from the chair and quickly borrowed a mirror to fix her three recently brought hair clips to keep a bang out of her eye. With that done she went to greet her teammates "so what do you think" she asked as she turned around full circle so they can catch a glimpse of it. To her honestly it felt better like this for her it was easier and she didn't have to worry about her hair getting in her eyes when she turned her head sharply or anything like that. For her it fell into two simple categories it has to be practical and at least be somewhat fashionable. Call her whatever you want but you can't shake the fact that at times it is hard to do both. "Either way I am finished with my errand did you still want to check out the bookstore Luke?" She asked as she looked at the magazine that he has clenched tightly in his hand still it seemed that he fell for the common trap most fall for with magazines like that.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Red-Handed "Huh?" he asked, looking up from his dissection of the presumed scandal-- And feeling his ears start to burn as soon as he made eye contact with her. Not good! She saw him reading such superficial drivel with all that gusto! She was gonna think less of him for getting roped in so easily! He was but a plebian, another member of the unthinking masses now! He never wanted this! Scrambling slightly, he tossed the magazine away with a nervous and embarrassed chuckle. "Uh, yeah, sure! Maybe find something actually worth my time to read, right?" Okay, I've applied enough misdirection for reasonable doubt, right? Surely she'll understand! It's Cian! A good friend like her obviously would get it! I have faith in my teammate! What was the first question? Her hair, right. The whole reason they were there in the first place. ... His ears continued their slow burn, albeit in a much more muted and hard-to-notice manner. After all, she was a girl showing her new cut off right in front of him... Not an altogether common experience. And the style itself, for that matter, was one that he may or may not have had a weakness for... "I like it." he said after some careful deliberation. "I think it's pretty cute, actually. Looks good!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade (Going for the High Score!) Sparing a glance away from the glowing screen of the arcade machine, Shiro saw Robert get suckered into blowing a good bit of his Lien by the prize-grabber game. Snickering, he shook his head in his moment of distraction. Golden eyes flitting back to his game, he was briefly shocked as his blonde fist-fighter's avatar was punished for his drop in attention. At this point, the difficulty in his virtual opponents was increasing. The stage's antagonist taking a good chunk out of his avatar's 'Aura Meter' with a nasty combo. Furiously tapping away, Shiro barely managed to eek out a clutch victory. "Phew! Nearly lost that round," he thought as he wiped at his forehead before moving into the next match. Mid-match, Robert came up to him after being defeated by 'The Dreaded Claw' asking if he could play with him. Forgetting that there was no 'Pause' button to the game, he turned away from the screen and smiled, "Sure, no problem! But I warn you, I won't take it easy on you even if you're a newblet. I will show no mercy for pros and scrubs alike!" Shiro started to grin, but had to take a moment to digest Robert's awkward moment of weirdness as he mirrored what he thought were legitimate martial arts stances. Even going so far as to 'Kyaa!' and karate-chop at the air in front of him. "Wow. He's stranger than I am," He couldn't help but burst in a fit of hearty laughter. Bad move. Just as he proclaimed to show no mercy on any fellow duelist, the game did the same to him in a matter of speaking. A loud announcer's voice declared 'YOU LOSE' and Shiro whirled around in horror with his mouth agape in astonishment to find his blonde pugilist knocked out and on the ground. A 10-second countdown timer ticked down and almost snidely asked him if he wanted to continue. Cobalt came up to them with a stuffed animal toy in hand asking Robert if he wanted it, but Shiro had other plans for Robert. Nearly slamming more tokens into the machine, he elected to continue but then inserted more tokens in Robert's stead. Essentially, he momentarily postponed his progress as the Challenger's selection screen came up. Reaching over, Shiro grabbed a fistful of Robert's shirt and jerked him over to stand next to him. Pointing a bandage-wrapped finger at the screen, Shiro looked at the red-head. "Pick a character now!" he nearly commanded Robert. Sure, his loss was all his own fault. But that wasn't going to stop the faunus-boy from taking it out on his friend, at least in the virtual fighting game. Once he managed to trounce Robert, he would feel better after attaining his vengeance and continue to finish his campaign. Though, the final levels may prove to be difficult. The stinging, almost mocking replay showed his blonde avatar get stun-locked into an impossibly dizzying combo that quickly whittled down his valiant fighter's Aura Meter in mere seconds.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert gritted his teeth as Shiro activated his character's special. "Leeeeerrrroy Jenkiiiins!" he shouted as he moved the analog stick in Shiro's character's direction. As the first shell of the barrage neared, Robert quickly pushed it upward, just narrowly jumping over it, it's following shots, and the blond heroine. "Hahaha! I can't believe that worked!" Robert shouted in disbelief. "Now! Taste my sword, fiend!" As Shiro's special began to end, Robert quickly turned his character around and began to slash and stab at the back of the defenseless girl before quickly backing away again. "How do you like dem' apples?" the red-haired teen taunted, nudging Shiro with his elbow, as he activated his own character's taunt. The sword wielding character pointed his sword at his opponent and stepped forward to strike what would have been a heroic-looking pose, if not for the sudden appearance of a banana peel that surely hadn't been there before, causing his character to slip and fall on his face. "Well that's a strange taunt," Robert said as his character began to lift himself off the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade "How...DARE he!?" Shiro stood unmoving with his mouth agape, momentarily stunned that Robert actually managed to get a short combo into his character's back. Not that it did much to the Aura Bar, but it was the principle of the matter."He actually managed to evade all that!?" His special meter, wasted. It was unbelievable, incredulous even! This plebian scrub, managed to actually get some hits in on him? No, he wouldn't stand for that. He wouldn't have the loss that was half-Robert's fault mar his winning streak. He was not about to take two losses at that! Apparently, his avatar was stunned too as a special animation played her sorrowfully reaching out with her palms as strands of her blonde hair floated to the ground. Clutching the cut strands of her luxurious hair in her fist, Shiro watched as she grit her teeth and she began to put off a golden glow. Her eyes reddening as she visibly grew angry. A notification popped up on Shiro's side of the screen as a small meter that seemed to fill as she got hit completely maxed out. "SEMBLANCE BURST!" The notification said. Looking down at the list of simple combos and controls on the console of the arcade machine, he saw a string of button combinations that seemed to activate something unique for each character if certain conditions were met. Apparently, he failed to notice the meter that filled whenever his character took damage. Whatever it was, it seemed to instantly max out if she took damage from behind and her hair got ruined. Looking down at the commands and back up at the screen, he quickly input them and watched as his blonde fighter let out a yell and a small bubble around her suddenly exploded with the activation of her Semblance. Eyes brightening as he gasped upon this discovery, he evilly chuckled as he looked at Robert. "You done messed up now, noob."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked confused as Shiro's character as it played some strange animation of what looked to the beginning of some rage mode. "Uhh, that doesn't look good. What is that meter? Do I have that?" Robert asked worriedly. Slowly backing all the way to the edge of the arena, Robert raised his character's shield in the hopes that whatever happened next could possibly be blocked to either reduce or, even more unlikely, completely negate the incoming ass-kicking. "This is going to hurt," he said, almost unable to watch what would most likely be his character being beat to a pulp.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade He had to act quickly, whatever activated for him surely wouldn't last long. He could only assume that his character moved faster and hit harder for a brief period in time, maybe setting up for her Super or Ultimate. Seeing Robert have his character back into a corner and put up his shield in a feeble attempt to turtle it out, caused Shiro to scoff and smirk. "Heh." Normally, some Supers in fighting games could easily be blocked or dodged. But, Shiro knew how to handle those kinds of players. For those who attempted to evade, delaying a few seconds and good timing usually nailed them. For those who blocked it was even easier as most throws in fighters broke guards. Having his lady dash right up to the swordsman, he had her grab at the turtling scrublord and toss him behind her. Looking down at the console of the arcade machine, he found what he needed to activate her Super as Robert's character was still mid-air from being thrown and expertly tapped it in. Cocking her arm back she blasted forward for a match ending flaming right hook. As the screen flashed to display and declare Shiro's victory, the faunus boy threw up his arms and cried out loudly, "WHOO!" tossing some of his tokens up into the air in a cascade of glittering victory. Jabbing at Robert's ribcage with his fingers, he rubbed it in some more. "In your FACE!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked down at the ground in shame before responding to Shiro's boasting with a shrug. "Ah well, you won fair and square," he said as he stuck his hand forward for a handshake. "Good game, Shiro. Maybe I should get some more practice so that next time I might be less of a noob?" The red-haired teen looked down at his scroll to see the time before looking back up to Shiro. "Well, I should probably head back to the dorms. Have never been much of a good sleeper and we got combat class in the morning. Hopefully I'll be able to put up more of a fight in real combat. You coming with or will I see you again tomorrow in class?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade Looking at the 'Continue' screen, Shiro shrugged and decided to leave his campaign run unfinished for now. He had his fun. As he began to pick up the tokens he foolishly tossed up into the air, Shiro looked over at Robert's presented hand and grinned. Pocketing the tokens he recovered, he firmly took Robert's hand and shook it once. "Yeah, good game. You and I should hang out more. Maybe after classes we can come here and play some more? You'll only get better with more experience, y'know." Letting go of his hand, Shiro squatted down to pick up the remaining straggler tokens on the ground. Looking up at Robert as he checked the time on his Scroll, his pointed ears drooped a little. He wasn't expecting for Robert to leave so soon, but he guessed it was getting pretty late. "Nah, I'll hang around here a little bit more and maybe try my hand at bowling. I'll see you tomorrow during classes. Have a good night, boss." Resuming his token recovery, Scoot decided at that moment to come up and see what all the ruckus was about. Sniffing at a token as Shiro was lifting it off of the ground, Shiro smiled at his companion and petted the top of his head. "Aww, you missed it buddy. I totally just whomped Robert's butt in a game. What were you up to anyways?" Scoot tilted his head and exclaimed, "Food!" Chuckling, Shiro leaned in closer and squinted to see little food particles around Scoot's muzzle. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, he wagged a finger at his friend. Clearly, the rodent had been scrounging around for scraps that were dropped onto the floor. "Come on, Scoot. You shouldn't eat food you find off the floor like that. You could get sick." The rodent tilted his head in the opposite direction, confused as to why he shouldn't stuff his face with every bit of chow he found. Patting Scoot on the head, Shiro stood and pocketing the final few tokens he had thrown everywhere. Looking up around him, his eyes fell on two girls that were playing one of the cover shooter games. Well, to be frank, only one of them was really playing. The other was just watching with a sour disinterested look to her eye, sipping on some drink with a funky looking straw. He recognized them as two of the new transfer students from a few days back. The very same ones whose lunch he 'dropped in' on. Frowning, he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he quietly contemplated going up to them and apologize for his prior rude luncheon interruption. To make amends and maybe attempt to repair his terrible first impression. Part of him screamed at him not to, because there was something about the girl with the jacket and headphones that reminded him far too much of his team leader. That resemblance made him terribly uncomfortable, but a louder part of his inner voice told him to have some confidence and buck up. Maybe she was nothing like Sapphire, and actually a kind and nice gal. "That's wrong of me, I shouldn't think of her like that." Shiro thought. Turning back around to face Robert, he slipped his hand out to wave a goodbye. "See you 'round, Robbie." not even thinking about the nickname he just gave him. Whatever, it was probably a common one his teammates even used. As Shiro slid his bandaged hand back into his jean pockets, Scoot spiraled up his leg to climb up his back ending on his shoulders again. Striding over to the two Haven transfer students, Shiro stopped a distance away as he quickly worked up the courage to speak to the girls. Clearing his throat, he put one of his usual bright smiles as he waved at them. "Ah, excuse me ladies." In hindsight, a terrible way to start off a conversation. Who starts a chat by excusing themselves? At the very least, no one could say Shiro didn't try to be respectful and polite.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia knew she was supposed to be in class doing...something. Well, I guess it can't be that important. I'd remember it for sure if it was! she thought cheerfully. Anyway, scoping out dorms was wayyyy more fun. She giggled to herself, excited at the thought of actually knowing where things were for once. Suddenly, her ears pricked up. Is someone yelling? Why in... She activated her semblance, tentatively stretching it outwards. People tended to get irritated if she accidently spied on them, so she tried to make a one way connection temporarily. Homing in on mind that seemed resting but still somewhat troubled, she sent out a message. "Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard something."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team SASG's Dorm Shiro's eyes snapped open as he woke with a start, sharply gasping. Still bleary-eyed and groggy from the medication, he sat up and put a hand on his head."Ugh." Back up against the sink counter, he rubbed at the corners of his eyes and looked around to regain his bearings. Scoot sat curled in a ball asleep next to him. His weapons lay still in their combined transport mode. Looking at the clock he tried to recall the exact time he had fallen unconscious. He wasn't asleep for long, though his body ached like it had been in a coma for an eternity. Gradually, his body and mind approached full wakefulness. Quietly muttering to himself so as to not wake Scoot, "I was out for a few minutes? Gosh, I feel like I'd woken from the dead.." Smacking his lips, his mouth dry, Shiro then froze up. "...W-wait." That's right, a voice he heard was the culprit responsible for his interrupted 'nap'. Cold fear growing within his heart, his senses went on high alert. The voice he had heard was clear as day, as if it were holding a conversation in the very same bathroom he sat in. Dryly swallowing, his eyes scanned the bathroom in its entirety to ensure that he was alone save for Scoot. No one else was present and there was nowhere else anyone could hide. But, he was certain he had heard a voice talking to him. He wasn't going crazy, right? He is still sane. The medication works. His attack should've passed, the episode should've been over by this point. He shouldn't be hearing any more voices. Looking back at the sleeping Scoot, it couldn't have been his ferret friend. The voice that spoke to him was female sounding and actually stringed together a complete sentence. Looking at the slightly ajar bathroom door, Shiro crept up to its side and pressed a silver/white tiger ear against it. Blinking as he waited for a few tense moments, he heard nothing in the adjacent main room. Peering through the open crack of the bathroom door, his golden eyes strained to see if anyone was in his team's dorm. Again, he saw nothing. A bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face as he carefully opened the door. Cursing to himself as its hinges and joints creaked noisily. "Shit! What am I doing?" He was braver than this. Or so he thought. Getting angry with himself, he grabbed the door and swung it wide open with a loud crash. This wasn't some horror movie and he is not some actor that was only meant to serve as fodder. Regardless, he still shut his eyes tight as he braced for some terrible thing to happen. But nothing did. Opening his eyes, he crossed the threshold and stood in the center of his empty dorm room. Turning around a full 360 degrees as he did a quick eye sweep, he stood alone. His fear and apprehension only grew more and more with each passing minute. He was certain he heard a voice speaking to him! Swiftly moving to shut the door to the room, he pressed his back against it as his eyes continued their frantic search for something or someone that wasn't there. Clearing his throat, "Wh-who's there? Is there someone here with me? If there is, come out now! I'm not in the mood for any stupid games of hide and seek!" Breathing hard, he slid down into a sitting position and grabbed at his head with both hands. White hair sticking out in between his gloved fingers, he shut his eyes and could feel himself slipping away into another pit of despair. He felt like crying. "Why? Why does my Semblance do this to me?" He sharply inhaled and tried his damnedest to fight back the pitiful tears. "Why does this have to happen? I'm not losing my mind, am I? I'm not crazy! I'm not going nuts!" Were the Shadows becoming invisible to him now too? How could something that no one else could see become invisible to the single person who could? Going through his breathing exercises again, Scoot by this point had woken up and tentatively crawled up to his tiger Faunus friend. "Friend?" the ferret asked in earnest concern.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia sighed. Poor guy had it worse than she had originally thought. He seemed to be aggravated by physiological interference, which she couldn't really blame anyone for, but his case was still exceptionally bad. Cautiously, she raised her hand and rapped lightly on the dorm door. "I'm right outside the door. I didn't mean to scare you..." she apologized. "but I thought you might be in trouble."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Knock-knock. Shiro's mind blanked as he grew rigid. "That was definitely a knock at the door." For a split second, the knock startled him and had to fight the urge to bolt away from the door. But, the voice that spoke to him from the other side sounded familiar."Was that who spoke to me? But, she sounded so clear before." Getting to his feet, he pressed his ear against the door and sniffed softly. There was definitely someone there. "Phew. So, I did hear someone." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn't hallucinating, so that was good at least. However, he was still wary. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it a crack and his golden eye peered through to see who it was. Indeed, someone stood on the other side. The girl looked vaguely familiar to him, as did her scent. "I shouldn't be a creep. Standing here sniffing and staring at her.." "Oh, so that voice was yours? Is that your Semblance or something?" Maybe she shared similar abilities to Scoot, though with more focus and strength. "I-I'm fine though, thank you for your concern." he lied. He was still shaken up, and the drugs didn't help too much with taking the edge off. Not wanting to be rude and speak to her through a small opening in the door, he opened the dorm room door more. Opening it just enough for the two of them to clearly see one another. Now able to see who it was, he blinked and snapped his fingers. "Ah, hey! You're that gal who's in Practice class with me! You and your teammates recently went bowling with me and a buncha other friends, right?" He grinned as he scratched the back of his head. "We haven't really had the chance to meet, have we? I'm Kuhaku Shiro, and...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name? Heh...Sorry, I have a terrible memory." Scratching at his ears, he looked up as he searched his memories for any sort of name. Oddly enough, his distraught mood had all but disappeared though he still stood in the doorway to prevent the girl from seeing his team's mess of a room. Most of the mess being his fault, but he wasn't going to mention that to her. Bracing a hand against the door frame, he still felt a little woozy from the medication and had to remember to take it easy. A curious Scoot poked his head around the open door to see who it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside Cobalt's eyes widened as rushed forward to help Professor Fullbuster. He shouldered the strange boy and looked around. He took the weight of the boy entirely as he picked him up and carried him Bridal style. He was somewhat heavy, but he was used to carrying heavy things. Cobalt looked at the boy and flinched. His mouth was completely stitched shut, his clothes were torn in various places, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Cobalt looked around at everyone staring and growled. "I'm sorry, I thought we were being trained to help people! I didn't know this was a school meant to train people in the art of being a lazy ass slacker!" He yelled at several people who were doing nothing but staring. "Hurry up and open the damn doors!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Outside "Oh my- What the heck happened to this kid?" Robert said as soon as he got close enough to see the face of Beacon's new arrival. Upon seeing Prof. Fullbuster motioning for help, the red-headed teen rushed in to aid the teacher and unnamed boy. Cobalt seemed to beat him to the punch though. "Okay, I'll get Ozpin," Robert said as he rushed to the the headmaster's tower. "Who could have done something like this?" he said as he burst through the first set of doors. Everyone was probably thinking it, but he was the first to say it out loud, though he knew he wouldn't receive an answer. At least not one that would satisfy his curiosity. Two things stood out in Robert's mind as he raced through the hallways. One, even he knew that this was the beginning of something terrible, and it could only get worse from here. And two, could this be related to Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson disappearing? They only went missing last night, so Robert thought that maybe they went out and did something together and would come back in the middle of one of their many classes together. With this though, the fear that the events could be related plagued his mind. Finally, Robert burst through the last set of doors that led to Ozpin's office. Running from where the commotion outside was coming from and all the way up the tower, because the elevator was taking way too long, left the team leader out of breath. "Mr. Ozpin," he said before having a coughing fit. "Boy... Outside... Embodiment... Sewn mouth... Come quick..." Robert continued between large gulps of breaths. He definitely needed to try a lot harder in Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh's class so he wouldn't get like this after a small amount of running. Though in his defense, that was a lot of stairs.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Rooftops Sapphire was suitably impressed as Oswald teleported up to the roof, his semblance was indeed a strong one and it seemed to serve him well. Though Sapphire enjoyed her ability to fade into the shadows she sometimes wished for a more active semblance, something that would aid her in battle. Though when the times when she needed to hide came around she was always more than happy that her semblance was what it was. "Here," she said holding out the earplugs to Oswald. "I had a spare pair." It wasn't the reason that she'd returned to her room, that was the matching skater gloves coating her hands but it was a nice extra. As it got closer Sapphire turned to investigate the source. From her vantage point she could see a boy stumbling over the crest of the hill. He carried no more of electronics on him, though it was hard to tell from this distance, yet he was clearly the source. "I'm going to take a closer look. You're welcome to join me." Sapphire turned to where the a crowd was gathering and started to run. As she neared the edge of the roof Sapphire leapt into the air, sailing through in on her way to the ground. As she neared the ground the girl in blue flipped her hands aiming at the incoming grass. She landed on her hands but rather than let them take all the force which would have damaged her aura if not broken her wrists Sapphire propelled herself into a front flip to dissipate the velocity she'd built up. She flipped three times before coming to a stop in a partial crouch one knee up, her head bowed, her hands on the ground. Shaking off the landing Sapphire ran to see what exactly had caused the disturbance. It became disturbingly clear exactly what the obnoxious music was. It was a distress call, a boy with a sound semblance calling out to the entire academy in pain. He was either some sort of faunus or born with an interesting genetic mutation or possibly experimented upon because his eyes where black with white pupils. The lab rat angle started to look more credible as Sapphire saw that his mouth had been sew shut and he had the most forbidding word: EMBODIMENT emblazoned over his nose in black ink. Sapphire turned to Oswald as he came up behind her. "Oswald, go get Ozpin, your speed teleporting semblance can get you there a lot faster than I could, I've got him." Then she turned to everyone else. "Clear a path!" She shouted at the crowd which up until that moment had been standing in stunned silence and at the sound of her harsh words many of the students stumbled to get out the way. You could say a lot about Sapphire's leadership qualities, much of it not particularly complimentary but she knew how to take charge of a crisis even if she wasn't particularly polite about it. "Professor? I'll get his legs?" she asked looking to Fullbuster for confirmation. She may not have been the most tactful person but she knew enough not to try and order a teacher around. Another student beat her to the punch. He dragged the boy off the ground carrying him bridal style. Sapphire flinched. That wasn't how you should be carrying a person with unknown injuries. Ideally you'd have something hard and flat to carry them on to ensure you didn't do more internal damage but nothing like that was apparent at the moment. "Are you trying to break his spine?" She asked glaring at Cobalt, "You need to keep him as straight as possible otherwise you risk doing more harm than good." For all they knew the boy had several broken ribs, in the manner Cobalt was holding him that could lead to a punctured lung, massive internal bleeding or worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro -> Beacon Academy rooftops Having properly restored himself by little pep-talks and words of self-encouragement, Shiro's pocket vibrated and his Scroll chimed. Not stopping as he made his way back towards the source of the sounds, his golden eyes peering at the electronic device's screen. It was another message from Gren. Always happen to be in communication with friends, Shiro smiled at the gifted tech as he read his message. Frowning, Shiro tilted his head. "Find Abel? Can't Gren just...shoot him a text like he did me?" Shiro shook his head. "Thought you were a bit smarter than that, buddy.." Thumbs rapidly tapping at the screen, he shot a response back to his teammate. Part way in between formulating his response, something nagged at him to ask the question about Sapphire. Gren hadn't tagged her into the conversation and hadn't mentioned her at all. But, it was apparent he hadn't completely healed. Scowling angrily at the Scroll in his gloved hands, Shiro furiously shook his head. "Agh, come on. Be a little more courageous. You're braver than you think." Going back over his message, he erased the final question. Puffing, Shiro locked and pocketed the Scroll. Turning to the nearest open window, he popped his neck and cracked his knuckles as he began to limber up. Shiro's the kind of guy to immediate react to things. Ask nearly anyone who knew him. Just, not any females whose name is derived from a gemstone with blue hair. "One set of headphones coming right up! Courtesy of Shiro's Delivery Service!" Grinning goofily, Shiro got down on all fours as he wiggled his tail and rear-end. Black stubby claws stabbed outward from the tips of his fingers as he gripped the ground. Sure, he could just as easily walk up to the window and climb out. But his rambunctious spirit refused to allow him to be 'reasonable' with his decisions. Especially if they were boring. Exploding forth, Shiro gracefully lunged out of the window. Feline flexibility allowing him to twist his body in midair, his claws sunk into the top outside ledge of the window and he swung his body up and over. Beginning his ascent to the rooftops of Beacon Academy. Oddly enough, climbing was something that came rather naturally to him. Expertly clawing and bounding his way up, powering to the top within seconds. If anyone were to ever ask him in an interview what his unique talents were. He'd say climbing and swimming without hesitating. Beacon Academy Rooftops Minutes after, Shiro found his way over to Gren. Once at the top, it wasn't hard to miss the green giant. Heels clicking on the shingles of the rooftops, he pulled his elbow-length gloves back on and enthusiastically waved at Gren. "Hey, boss! I got your headphones!" he called out to him loudly. Just as he came closer, he saw that it wasn't just him and Gren. Sapphire had just leapt off the side, which Shiro ignored. One student he recognized, another he had never seen before. "Uhh, friends of yours?" He asked as he pulled out Gren's headphones from his pack and handed it to him. Walking to the edge, wind tousling his hair and ears, he peered over the side. Looking back over his shoulder at Gren, he jabbed a thumb in Sapphire's direction. "What was that all about?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow After he sternly issued an order to the newly acquainted team, Ozpin scanned over each of their faces to assure his words found their way into their skulls before taking his leave. The three were left in dead silence, with only the ambience of rustling trees and straggling students returning to their classes to compensate for the lack of conversation. Judging from how the other two uneasily moved in place, Delta was the only one who knew that the team leader they were tasked to seek was standing right beside them. Now the only challenge was breaking the ice. The only leverage Grane had on Robert was merely a greeting and a few curses before a faculty member came to collect the two at the docks. It was a chance meeting, having arrived at the same time, they ended up bumping into each other. Literally. Delta, being the smaller of the two, obviously fell onto his rear, and was chastised for endangering the wellbeing of a certain beverage he later pledged to keep quiet about. After all, Grane did seem to be a bit on the older side, he had probably already built up a tolerance to alcohol. The same case applied to Delta, albeit he never consumed drinks designed to wash away the worries of adults, he had been around soldiers who inhaled more beer bottles than bullets they ever shot. They could probably hold their liquor just as well as Grane, if not, even better. The boy's nose scrunched up at the memory of the smell of the stuff, which resulted in him letting out a tired sigh, the first noise emitted out of the trio. He made eye contact with the two and spent more time than necessary choosing his words. After all, this would technically be the first words to transpire between the recently founded, yet still incomplete team. It was to be considered a milestone event. "Well… Er-" "GET DOWN! IT'S A SEAGULL!" Whimpered Eve as it burrowed deeper into the makeshift leather pouch. Delta stared down at the embodiment of his semblance with only contempt in his eyes. He then looked up to the sky and confirmed that there was indeed the faint outline of a bird high above. For some odd reason, birds of flight always had a craving for the familiar, even though it held no nutritional value whatsoever. They were right under a ginormous tower, what else would they expect? Delta calmly zipped the pouch shut, which instantly incited muffled cries for sunlight. The boy tugged on one of his hat's straps and cleared his throat, "As I was saying, we should proceed to our classroom, and drop our belongings off during lunch. Team leader, we're still new to the campus. Would you mind leading the way?" His putting a little emphasis on his designation for Robert was his roundabout way of telling Grane that they had already completed their initial task. "Oh, and um… Is there by chance a vending machine with canned coffee on the way?" _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Delta sighed out of relief after he gulped down a sip of the bitter beverage. Better yet, the machine sold them already heated. Technology had surely come a long way. Nowadays, androids and abruptly surfaced dust applications took presidence in the news, but nobody spared any time for the little things which made everyday life just that much better. If Delta was an adolescent of faith, he would thank the deity or deities in power for giving the raw materials necessary to make such a convenient way to distribute coffee. "Oi. Delta. Are you zoning out again? Wait, didn't you have a cup of that stuff before we boarded the airship?" The student peered down at the tiny familiar sitting primly on his hat. He shook his head in response while running a hand through grey locks of hair. It felt odd with that piece of apparel absent, but his father advised to not wear his hat in class, as it was considered disrespectful by most teachers. Almost entirely circular eyes narrowed at his nonchalant composure, still not satisfied with the silent answer. "Is it alright if I talk to Grane and Robert? I want to get to know our cohorts." Following his normal fashion, Delta mutely nodded to give the little being of energy the go ahead. Eve giddily jumped on the hat before pacing its way over to the edge of Delta's desk, "How's it going you two? Oh, do any of you two have some spare notebook paper? Delta forgot to pack some this morning, and I'd like him to have a tangible version of his notes. History's next, right? I hope Delta and Grane can get up to speed fast! Also, what's for lunch today? Mind telling me a little bit about yourselves?" Eve machine-gunned multiple topics, after all, the semblance hadn't gotten too many chances to speak with teenagers over the past years. Delta's gaze strayed off towards the doorway, where his and Grane's luggage resided. A lethargic flow of students trickled into the classroom. Had all of them abandoned their seats for the spectacle which was a boy with a sewn mouth shrouded in mystery? There was only a few minutes left in the class. "I wonder if the professor will introduce us. If I remember correctly, all of these students are in my next class, I think." Delta thought to himself as he took another sip of the coffee. He could have fared just fine without the milk already mixed into the drink.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Uhm, Moku? Are you alright?" Of course she wouldn't have any idea that this probably might even have been Mokuren's first hug ever. Maybe she just destroyed a precious moment in her life without even noticing. "Uh... I'm sorry!", Skyra uttered and let go of the shut-down girl. "I didn't know you were uncomfortable with hugging. Was this your first ever hug? I hug people all the time. Well, the people I like anyways.", Skyra sputtered in quick succession. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops... Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. "Well, that was fast." Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics. "Awe, but I don't wanna go back.." A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class.. But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class. Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know. Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day. Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him. "Remember...about myself?" Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips. "Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.." He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly. He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back. "Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..." Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well. "I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me." Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. "If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it." Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. "All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one." Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. "Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours." Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. "You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me." His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. "So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?" Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox History was boring and despite how quickly Oobleck was talking to Ebon it felt like it lasted forever. He plugged his headphones in and listened to music for the entire class. He did keep his mind open to Oobleck in case he tries to call for him to answer a question. Ebon would just pluck the answer out of Oobleck's head and repeat it just so it looked like he was paying attention. Eventually the lunch bell rang and Ebon slowly made his way out of the class and towards the cafeteria. Maybe he'd try out that new deli. As he was walking out he noticed that Skyra wasn't at class. He may not pay attention in class, but it would look bad on him if one of the members of his own team had skipped out. Even if it was just her. Taking out his Scroll Ebon made Skyra a text message. "Where are you at? I didn't see you in history." Ebon was about to send it to Skyra hen he spotted her talking to that faunus girl again. The same one who was at their dorms a while ago. Skyra seemed unhappy and Ebon was about to go over to see what was wrong when the fox faunus hugged Skyra. Staring at the two intently Ebon made a quick read of their minds. The fox faunus was a jumbled mess, but he got some feeling of confusion from her. Skyra was obviously sad but could discern some sort of feeling of betrayal. He wanted to go over and confront them, but he didn't have enough to work with. Despite what he initially thought he knew the fox faunus wasn't actively trying to hurt Skyra. Skyra herself didn't have all the answers in her head either. So instead Ebon walked out of sight but stayed close enough to get a read on their minds and hear them. They might not like him eavesdropping, but he didn't particularly like one of his team members getting emotionally hurt either. He stayed off too the side and put his headphones in his ears but didn't play any music.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Ah yes, 'Talking' Gren's arrival to the table was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't particularly odd, all in all. The two teams had a rather substantial amount of communication with one another over the past week: between fighting, time spent on revelry, and during classes and lunch, CODE and SASG were rather intertwined. "Ah, hey Gren. Good to see you." Nodding as the boar faunus sat down, Oswald got ready to empty Cobalt's wallet. A physique like his or Gren's was...not something easily achieved. All in all, he ended up with everything but salad. And a second fish filet. He nearly matched Emmy's enthusiasm while eating his meal, but lacked the bubbly atmosphere. He looked more like a man meeting a long-lost lover. Emmy's mentioning the necessity to talk about their team situation dampened that enthusiasm, but he nodded. "Agreed. I personally don't mind if Gren's here for it, or anybody else from SASG, for that matter."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - New Deli Place Sapphire found Oobleck's way of talking rather disconcerting but also sort of fascinating. Like when you have a movie and turn fast forward on so all the characters are speaking and doing everything really really quickly. While Oobleck taught his class, which from the sound of it was closer to a semester in one hour Sapphire finished up her schematic for the device she was building. While she drew she was beginning to have thoughts about possibly making the gadgets collapsible like her daggers. The ones fixed to her boots could of course simply collapse into the boots but the hands would be a bit trickier. She couldn't have them as bracelets given how Morpheus and Phobator were stored, or rather would be stored when she recreated them in a couple of days. The bell rang as Sapphire was still thinking. She packed up her drawing deciding she'd finish it in armory class. Not long after the class wrapped up she got a text from Gren saying that he'd reserved a seat for the team for lunch. It didn't sound too bad and Sapphire could see from the group nature of the text that Shiro would be there. She could ask him about the pills after lunch. After all for all his bubbliness and destructive habits, he'd never struck her as crazy. At least not in the clinical sense of the phrase. When Sapphire arrived at the caf she scanned the area but was unable to locate Gren. He was a large boar faunus, the kind of person that sticks out in a crowd. Being unable to see him in the main mess Sapphire crossed over to the little deli the school had just opened. Once inside it wasn't difficult to find Gren. The new deli place was small and Gren stood out even in the largest of crowds. She was surprised if slightly pleasantly so to see Oswald at the table along with Diamond, Emmy and the idiot from the incident with the boy on the hill. She assumed he was the new team leader. She didn't know his name. Emmy as usual looked light enough to float, most likely cause there was fish in front of her. Oswald looked as though he'd been marooned on a desert island and he'd just discovered clean water. Diamond was looking suspicious as usual and Sapphire was still having difficulty reading Gren. She sat down at the table opposite Oswald and next to Diamond. Nearest seat to the exit which also faced the exit. An old habit that she'd not been able to shake. Besides it allowed her to keep an eye out for anyone she didn't want to associate with and make a quick retreat if the situation called for it. She ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a drink before looking at Gren. "You called?" she asked wondering why he'd wanted the entire team together.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Securing Food and New Friends(?) History class had been history class. Not much else Napoli could say about it, although Beacon did have a more Vale-centric approach to the material. Personally, while Napoli enjoyed learning about history, after all it was something that he could quickly find use for, the students at Beacon appeared to be covering material his school had gone over last year. Of course most likely this was just a result of early review, a clearing of the veil that clouded past knowledge still locked away in the brains of these youthful hunters and huntresses in training. Get it? Veil like Vale. I swear I waste my best jokes internally. All that said, now was the time for food, and food would soon be acquired from the cafeteria he had seen previously during his Dei Tour. It was actually rather peaceful, seeing as Napoli had ditched both Boss and she who shall not be named, right now he could simply go about his carefree and merry way. At the cafeteria, Napoli, ever grateful for the free meals, grabbed some pasta with copious amounts of cheese. Now however came the true test of courage. Finding a seat in this overcrowded school. It was only through the vague recollection of a few other first years, that Napoli found a table that would most likely be accommodating. "Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Napoli Fiordilatte," Napoli greeted as he neared the assorted team, "I hope that my presence won't be any sort of intrusion and that you'll grant me the honor of dining with you fine gentlemen?" Who, @Jedly</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro: History Class -> Lunch When Sepia voiced that she hadn't really thought about the question when he posed it to her, she grew silent for the remainder of class. As the bell rung and signaled the start of the class, Shiro pulled out his Scroll and began to take notes on it in tablet form. He momentarily glanced over at another student who chimed in at the last moment about how he liked the food at Beacon. Something about the quality being better than his hometown. Blinking, as he didn't recognize the student Shiro kept quiet and focused on his note-taking. Fine-tuning his focus so that he caught as many important bits of the caffeinated Professor Oobleck's lecture as he could. --- The bell rung again, before Shiro knew it. Signaling the end of that class period already and the start of the lunch break. Smiling, Shiro collapsed his Scroll and put it away as he gathered his things. Looking up just in time to see Sepia grinning at him, he couldn't help but slowly grin back for whatever odd reason. Seeing other people smiling almost always made Shiro do the same, regardless of the situation. Whether their happiness and joy was infectious or his was, it was never quite clear to Shiro. Blinking, he tilted his head at Sepia's delayed answer. "First impressions?" Whatever could she mean? Had she met a lot of fun people? Come to think of it, what team was she on? Who were her teammates? Frowning, he was about to ask her what she meant by 'excellent first impressions' but became distracted at her question about lunch. "Oh, right. Lunch." Patting his tummy, he realized it was about that time. Though he didn't look like someone who ate a lot if he had the choice and Lien to, he'd constantly be eating. He had a black hole for a cast-iron stomach. Able to eat anything and in nearly any amount without becoming sick or lethargic. He just heavily preferred his high-protein rich foods. His Scroll buzzed and vibrated as he got a message. Pulling it out of his bag, he checked it as his eyes and face lit up. Looking back to Sepia, he grinned. "Yeah, I'm heading to lunch right now. Gonna meet the other Swansong members there and some extras. Would you like to come with?" Slipping his Scroll into his pocket instead, he hefted his bag and beckoned for Sepia to follow as he walked out of the class. "Come on!" --- On his way to lunch, Shiro looked up at the ceiling and 'grumped'. Frowning, he just remembered that he had forgotten to ask that one student what his favorite foods were and where did he call home. If he had his name, Shiro could just message him from his Scroll. But he didn't even remember to ask that much. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Shiro continued on his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Lunch -->Armory Ignoring the conversations around him after Cobalt and Diamond left, Oswald carefully grabbed his team leader's wallet from the table and stood as the bell rang. "See ya around, folks. Class time, I guess." Giving a nod goodbye to Sapphire and Emerald, he quickly made his way to the armory classroom and sat down, looking around. It was hard to believe it'd only been a week since a fight had broken out in here, since Marcus had practically shocked the professor with his tank. The thing about life was that, no matter what you did, time kept marching on, relentlessly. Half his team had been replaced, some entire teams had practically vanished, and people kept disappearing and being replaced almost instantly. He wasn't sure what had happened to everybody, exactly, but he knew he was curious, and that he should just keep his head down if he didn't want to get caught up in something he couldn't handle. Unfortunately, those were the kinds of situations he loved jumping recklessly into.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren laughed brightly. "Man, you guys and your fancy arsenals. Sangue has an entire claw machine for an arm, you have Unchained Fury, and I got waay-hay-hayyyyyy too familiar with Ben's tonfas this morning. All I came here with were the clothes on my back, a candy store in my suitcase, and a big freaking axe. I just signed up for the class to see if I could learn more about some of the bigger, badder weapons. How to handle them if I swipe one, how to acquit myself around one...and hey, don't know if I'll ever need an upgrade, but knowing how to fix you guys up in a pinch can't hurt, either." The dark-skinned girl found herself spacing out for a second, and let out a low, content sigh. "Ohhh, crap. I think the Ibuprofen just kicked in. Wake me up if I doze, will ya, babe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lunch > Armory Class Shiro had his usual smile on as he walked at a surprisingly normal pace to his next class. He was humming randomly, no particular tune in mind. Excited to spend another night on the town after classes with friends and future friends-to-be. Unfortunately, he had other things in mind. A prior planned arrangement, if you would. Opening up his Scroll, he added some personal reminder notes. First thing was first, he had to take care of his equipment before he could allow himself to have a little fun. His weapons had sustained a bit of damage to them in his spar with Luke. At the time, Shiro didn't detect any significant damage to the metal of Kladenets. But, he worried that upon closer inspection the geisteel/siderite alloy may have been gouged. If not, then all the better. At the very least, the protective coating on the blade was sheared off by Luke's unique drill weapons. The process to restore the coating would take some hours, half of which he could accomplish in Armory if the teacher had nothing else in mind. The other half would have to be done right after classes let out. Frowning, a little sad that his precious sword was nicked and marred, he absently shrugged. Ah, well. He'd have to get used to the upkeep of his battle rattle, especially once his team took on more missions. More future sparring matches and there was always the Vytal Festival. He couldn't realistically expect his gear to remain in pristine, sparkling condition. He would have to work hard to keep them that way, himself. Ears twitching, he couldn't remember if Gren had extended the invitation to everyone or just a select few. But, knowing him he probably would say "The more, the merrier!" which was all fine to Shiro. Shooting a text to Sepia, he decided to personally invite her. Smiling a little wider, Shiro locked his Scroll and pocketed it. Half-way to Armory Class, he ran through the processes of recoating his weapons. Quietly muttering to himself. "First, I'll have to disassemble Kladenets as I'll only need to recoat part of it. Secondly, soak the part in a degreasing solution for about 10-15 minutes. Third, I'll have to sandblast the old coating off... What PSI and grit was it again? Agh, I'll have to look that up. Shoot, what was the time length for gassing it out?" He sighed. "I guess when I get to the 'Gas Out' phase I'll have to save that for after classes let out.." Shiro continued to softly murmur to himself, strolling his merry way to Armory. Mind a clutter as he focused his energy and attention to remembering exactly how was it that he applied the protective coating to his weapons. It had been some time since he last did it. Not often that you have someone take a literal drill to your equipment.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Beginning Class Lunch was over already? Krysthane let out a sigh of disappointment as Abel left and everyone else scattered. They hadn't even gotten a chance to talk about anything. Grabbing her sandwich she quickly munched it down as she made her way to Armory. Krysthane stood in a corner and looked at her scroll, checking the class rooster. It looked like Ebon and Skyra had the class with her but Sepia had some other class. Looking around seeing none of her team mates here yet and deciding she didn't want to sit by herself she noticed someone vaguely familiar figure wearing dark colors and built like a football player she checked the roster again. As she thought Oswald Connoly, a team captain. Krysthane sat next to him somewhat loudly, hopefully drawing his attention and said cheerily, "Hey you're Oswald, leader of team CODE right? I'm Krysthane, leader of team KESS." Then she offered her hand for a shake. "I figure us team leaders should know each other in case we have to work together sometime, mind if I sit by you for today?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Lunch ==> Armory Sapphire packed up her things quickly and succinctly looking forward to her next class. Sapphire might not have been a terrible engineer but she did lack her mother's skill with numbers and calculations. As a polymath Melanie had almost been born to the work of an engineer. Sapphire could only aspire to be that good. The schematic she'd been working on all day was tucked into her school books. As far as she could tell the principles the device operated on was sound. But Sapphire's experience with actual forging was somewhat limited. Working from a tested and proved schematic wouldn't be difficult, it was simply a matter of following the instructions but if something went wrong with her invention Sapphire wasn't confident that she had the skills to determine the source of the problem and repair it. That was the reason she was taking armory class. Being able to adapt was the most important skill a hunter could have whether it be out in the field or simply working a piece of metal. Sapphire thought this through as she walked towards armory class. She resolved to go over her figures and proposed materials before attempting to create a prototype. It was safer to have all the theoretical safely in order before moving on to the practical. As she walked though the hall Sapphire spotted a white head of fur and the memories of the pills she'd found in Shiro's name came flooding back. She needed to talk to him about that. It could very well turn out to be nothing but if she was going to be on the same team as Shiro she needed to be sure of his competency. "Kuhaku!" Sapphire shouted over the crowd. She weaved through people to catch up to her teammate. When she'd gotten close she grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out the throng of people and into one of the unused classrooms in the hall. Sapphire flipped the lights on throwing the formerly darkened room into sharp relief. "Kuhaku, we need to talk. I'm going to guess you can imagine what this is able."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Being Manhandled Shiro sighed, his ears drooping. He didn't want the process of doing maintenance eat up all of his time and prevent him from spending time with friends. One thing was certain, he would be running a little late afterwards. Come to think of it, did Gren specify a time? "Aww, man. The curing process alone would take-" His ears perked up, hearing a familiar voice call out to him. Whirling around, he blinked when he recognized the face of his team leader. But, why was she calling out his name? Tilting his head, he blinked again. Was he seeing things or.. "Sapphire? What-" She swiftly snaked her way through the other students on their way to class and managed to grab his arm in a particularly sensitive spot. Causing him to wince, sucking air in through his teeth. "Ow! Hey, what are you-!" Before he knew it, he was practically shoved backwards. Tripping over his own feet, he fell and rolled clumsily into a vacant room. Standing up as Sapphire closed the door and cut on the lights, he held a hand to his head. One eye shut in slight annoying pain. Irritated, he sharply questioned her. "Oi, what gives?" His aggravation with her died when he heard the serious tone in her voice. Whatever it was, apparently it was important and critical enough to risk being late to class. When she mentioned the need to talk, he already half knew what she wanted to talk about but he didn't want to let her know that. Ears slightly drooping, he rubbed the back of his head as his eyes flitted to and fro. Unable to maintain eye contact, he feigned blissful ignorance. "U-uh...No? I don't think I do know what this is about. Buut...can't it wait until after classes or something? We're going to be late and I hate being late, soo...Tootles!..." Nonchalantly walking past his leader, he reached for the door and was just about to open it.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies Sangue heard a feminine voice ask if she was alright. Right when she simply said "No," a powerful tide pushed both Sangue and the greatsword wielder away from the shark. Someone had intentionally blasted the Grimm and herself away from each other. Sangue tightly pressed her body against the greatsword wielder, thankful that she did not have her already-rugged robes on. As the blue-haired man got out of the water, Sangue remained sticking to his back. She admittedly found a distaste with deep water. With her Apophis Claw shortened once more and her blade within her sheath, the Huntress turned to the pool, remaining still plastered on the man she divekicked moments ago. "It's getting desperate," she said with her serious tone, though it was hard to take her seriously at this point. The red-haired man who was somehow getting slam dunked into the water repeatedly clearly represented not only his admirable courage(?), but also the Grimm's clear desperation surfacing. @floodtalon @Lugubrious @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -- Armory Cian rubbed her forehead she could feel the headache coming on. Still she had a job to do so might as well get started. First of all she had the basic materials but she still needed the items to make the headgear. So with that in mind she quickly followed Luke to the scrap pile and began digging for materials for her headpiece part of her little project. So far she found the basics of one a bit rough and probably not the greatest at the moment but with some time she was sure that it would serve her need. With that in mind she continued to shift through the scrap looking for any more pieces that she could use.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Shiro frowned when the Professor announced the assignment for the day. Create a functional piece of headgear within a certain time frame? Sure, each student was allotted 10 orders for materials. That wasn't the problem, however. What could Shiro come up with in half an hour that wasn't already conceived? Protective helmets? Done already. Ballistic eyewear? Also done. Communication devices? Uh, done. Masks and rebreathers for environments that posed an immediate CBRN threat? Check, roge. The tech already present and in use by Hunters and the military alike to date was extensive and impressive. Was the Professor looking the students to potentially come up with something new? Or would he not mind if they were all to recreate something that was already in full production by companies and manufacturers being churned out by the second? So many questions, so little time to worry about them. Personally, Shiro would be dissatisfied to make something that someone else with a lot more resources, time, and Lien was already pumping out. He wasn't about to just slap together a hat or something and call it a day, it wasn't in him to do that. Sure, he has his lazy moments. But, today was not about to be one of those days in one of his favorite classes. Besides, he had other plans in mind and wanted to focus on the repair of Kladenets. He'd concern himself with the class assignment once he at least made a little headway on his blade first. Shaking his head, Shiro got out of his seat and immediately began to search for protective mask and the Degreaser tank. Locating a pair, he affixed the mask to his face and pulled the elastic string behind his head. He already had gloves on, so he wasn't worried about that. Granted, he always had coverings on his arms but... Setting the spine of Kladenets' blade into the Degreaser grate, he then walked over to the tank and filled it with the scrubbing solution that would remove any contaminants from his precious weapon part. Lowering the grate that contained the metal spine into the tank, Shiro pulled his Scroll out of his pocket and set a timer for 15 minutes. As the seconds began to count down, Shiro folded and crossed his arms as he stood in front of the degreaser tank. Silently conversing with himself, he set forth with organizing his thoughts. At least, attempting to anyways. "Okay...So, 15 minutes in the Degreaser. Afterwards remove it from the solution and let it air dry..." Looking up at the ceiling, he cocked an eyebrow as he itched the side of his head. "Crap, I may have to find some gloves after all. I'm certain my own personal wear gloves aren't sterile to handle Kladenets' spine after a dunk in that solution..." Shrugging to himself, he recrossed his arms as he stared at the soaking weapon part in the tank. "Now, about that assignment...What could I come up with that hasn't already been thought of?" Grabbing his chin in a "Thinker" look, he focused his mental power. "It can't be something complex, I don't have the patience for that at the moment. I'm sure my fellow classmates are going to come up with all kinds of craziness. I don't feel like messing with any electronics right now either..." Furrowing his brow, he scratched at his ears. "It has to be simple, but still functional. Headwear is a pretty broad and vague term. Nearly anything can be considered 'headwear'..." He tapped his gloved finger on his chin repeatedly. "Hmm..." Pulling out his Scroll, he decided to distract himself by browsing the Web. Mainly, what he looked for was gear that was currently being fielded by the military and Hunters presently. "Simple, yet isn't really already in wide or common use." Looking to his left and right, his golden eyes searched for his teammates Gren and Sapphire. What were they coming up with? What was everyone else working on? Gren seemed to already have some sort of breathing apparatus in the making. Sapphire had some sort of gloves in the works. The two of them collaborating, it appeared. Mind wandering, Shiro started to take note the diversity of his classmates. How many of them were human and Faunus? Each person drastically differing from the next. Ears perking, Shiro started to feel an idea coming on. Inspiration creeping into his mind and body. "Wait..." The cogs and gears of his mental machinations began to turn. "Faunus typically have advantages over Humans such as increased sensory acuity. Like sharper vision, keener sense of hearing, and noses sensitive to smell. Maybe I can make something relating to that? Bridge that gap a little." Shiro began to tap his foot. "Hmm..." An imaginary light bulb popped up above his head, brightly lit. Shiro snapped his fingers. "I got it!" Opening up a drawing application on his held Scroll, Shiro began to sketch out a crude blueprint of what he was going to fabricate. As he furiously sketched, he pointed a finger at the Degreaser tank as if to tell it to stay there. Wandering away, he simultaneously searched for a pair of sterile gloves. "I'll make a collar or choker of some sort! On its rear I'll put a little vial of glass filled with a glow-in-the-dark chemical! That way, in low-light situations, our hooman comrades can still safely locate other teammates without giving away out positions if we're in close proximity! Maybe even have some chemical that reacts to Aura levels to indicate current state of health and basic electronics to wirelessly connect to our Scrolls for hands-free comms! Simple, functional, and I don't think glow stick collars are in current wide use!" Pleased with himself, Shiro grinned underneath his protective medical mask. While most Faunus had enhanced night vision, his human counterparts didn't have that luxury. Something as basic as a glow-in-the-dark collar worn can help prevent blue-on-blue incidents in stressful moments on the field. As personal identifiers hell, it may even be a little stylish. Only problem was it may seem a little racy. After all, something worn on the neck could be seen as some sort of subservience or submissiveness from Faunus-kin to Humans. Ah, well. People could get over themselves.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Well, she could have made less progress today... She just could have made more, too. Blame Luke and the Mistralese girl for being so interesting, blame Chatsworth for giving her this assignment before she'd even had time to procure a pair of sacrificial Aviators (which, not being technological items as much as total babe starter equipment, were not included in the Armory tech Valhalla), hell, the urge to blame Amaranth for looking so irresistibly scruffy-cute next to her? There in spades. Truth was, none of those were really applicable. Lauren had herself to blame, having spent most of the period sketching out blueprints and ideas for what she could do, only to cross out things that no one short of a nuclear physicist could possibly achieve with a frame and a couple lenses. What had survived made its way to four sheets of loose leaf, one with each member of BASL's name scribbled atop it in scratch much messier than the actual blueprints themselves. From here, design motifs for each member of the team, as well as functions that were uniquely necessary for each of those members (battery readouts for Ben, a link to Sangue's claw, etc.) were listed along with renderings of how the glasses would look. Ben's frames would be the thickest, as he had the Capitano-spec glasses that headed up the BASL network, and Amy was half-Faunus so she had the night vision thing going plus her Semblance, so maybe ease up on her lenses... Ooooh, this is exciting! With any luck, at this rate, she could turn in the entire team's worth of glasses by the project due date! Only the niggling problem of whether anyone else thought it was a badass, sexy idea to wear Aviators into a combat zone remained to her. She glanced at Desire, who was currently spinning a propeller like a pinwheel and looking quizzically at a cap. ... ROLLIN' WITH IT~ On yet a fifth sheet of paper, she began to scribble out a shopping list for the next time she was in Vale. The team was going to need some shades.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies A fusillade of bullets, combined with a plethora of furious, adrenaline-empowered attacks, did not bode well for the Megaladeus. Through the Grimm's rage boiled its blood, too much of its ebony-colored vital fluid spilled out into the water to evaporate like smoke. Ultimately, it would have been able to work up the wrath to go berserk if it had not been for a high-caliber round straight through its control center. After that, all the ferocious shark could do was slump down into the water, turn belly-up, and become chum. Quite abruptly, Abel's energy fell. In the pool, the last few charcoal chunks of the beast were melting away. Spent rounds floated to the bottom of the murky water, promising to give some poor filter technician a downright awful afternoon. Some of the students cheered, some posed dramatically, and some, like the guardian- simply remained still. To engage such a powerful monster in its own territory ignited primal instincts of fear and self-preservation in all, but in Abel they beat with a particular fervor. No matter how good he got at it, he supposed that he would never enjoy fighting Grimm. To him, it seemed like taking some medicine to calm a cancer: satisfying and necessary, but never free of concern for the fate that lay ahead. Solemnly, Abel dressed himself, and at Port's prompting seated himself along with everyone else back in the lecture hall to digest some intelligence about aquatic Grimm. Whether due to fatigue or lack of focus, the time passed quickly. -=Evening=- Another day of classes had gone. Not for the first time, Abel remarked to himself as he sat on his dorm bed, bespectacled and reading, that the expectations Beacon placed on the students was huge. Aura could only take people so far; at the end of every school day, the student who didn't feel like a sack of wobbly potatoes on legs drawn magnetically to bed was a lucky one indeed. And to think that he'd be expected to fulfill this routine for four years! Ah, well. Even if it did call for more energy Abel didn't know he could muster, another event lay on his schedule. His teammate, Gren, and his friend, Grane -what an odd coincidence...- were throwing some sort of bash, to which the guardian had been invited. Supposing that he might as well try this thing called 'fun' while the opportunity presented itself, Abel heaved himself from his bed, placed his book and his glasses on a table, and reached for his favorite jacket. Time to get ready.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Res Hall At the Gates of the Vineyard --- Knock Knock. His hand descended upon the wood twice, knuckles rapping against the door clearly and resolutely. "Straight after classes. Don't be tardy." That was what Gratia Mindaro had ordered of him, hours ago during the brief stint where they had shared a lunch table. It was a good thing he'd broken out of a nasty habit of skipping such meetings outright. As his hand dropped back to his side, he found it subconsciously tugging against the edge of his uniform, straightening it out an almost imperceptible amount. The action arguably served the same amount of purpose as twiddling one's thumbs. Something to keep his nerves occupied. The only time he truly found himself still was when he was asleep, after all. Half-wishing he'd stopped by JCML's room to toss his messenger bag onto his bed for later use, he instead waited there in slience with it slung over his shoulder. I'm going to have my hair studied by my Kuudere Tsundere KuuTsun Tundra Mistralese transfer student classmate. What manga are we parodying here, exactly? I feel like I've read this. Idle thoughts did their thing as they always did. He wasn't going to find the answer, but he couldn't help but wonder anyways. It was about the only place one could think of to find such a strange scenario. Granted, such a scene would also carry connotations he had long dispelled any hopes for in this instance... Nonetheless, whoever wove the threads of fate seemed to be having a blast with him. His free hand snuck into a pocket. He had no control over what situations life threw at him anyway. Just what I do with them. Even he couldn't get very far quibbling over nothing forever.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - After hours at the Armory Staring into the viewing window of the massive walk-in furnace where Kladenets' spine was placed, Shiro removed his protective goggles and mask. Smiling as he slipped out his Scroll, he set a timer for two hours. Feeling productive, he set his hands on his hips and nodded affirmatively as the weapon part proceeded into its 'De-gassing' phase of its repairs. Turning on his heels, he started to make his way back to his dorm. Straightaway after classes let out, Shiro had prepped the damaged component of his blade. With the full intention of having it go through its longest process while he took care of a few other tasks on his list of things to do. He hoped that he could finally find the time to attempt to locate Sapphire's treasured heirlooms. By that time, he figured he'd be able to remove Kladenets from the furnace and set it aside to complete the remainder of the repairs some other time and day while he went to attend Gren's party. That was the plan, at least. Running through his plans again and again in his head, he made sure to have his priorities in order. The only real variable that he could foresee was the search for Sapphire's weapons. Two hours should be plenty of time, right? One hour in the water below, one hour along the cliffside. Should be more than enough time, right? -Team SASG Dorm- Door practically kicked open, Shiro stood with a big smile on his face. Happily humming as he walked over to his bunk and leaned against it as he thought of what he needed to bring and what not to bring. Ignoring Abel who peaceably sat reading, he began to rummage through his belongings. At the very least he needed something that would allow himself to see clear underwater, that purpose fulfilled by his swim goggles. Looking at them, he frowned. He hadn't found the time to relax and go swimming for one of his training sessions. He'd have to remember to do that in the future. Digging through his things, he figured all he needed then was a small handheld light that could work underwater. Simple enough, he had a rugged LED flashlight that he was positive that was rated for water-resistance up to 60 ft. Or something like that anyways. How deep was the lake again? Shiro shrugged. Nabbing a plastic bag to protect his Scroll with, Shiro stripped down to just his arm wrappings and trousers, leaving his discarded articles of clothing where they fell. Looking himself over, Shiro nodded and decided it was finally time to go 'diving'. Stuffing the flashlight and plastic bag-encased Scroll into his pockets, Shiro hung the swim goggles over his head and neck as he padded out of the dorm room. Bare-chested and bare-footed, Shiro slammed the door shut behind him. Cracking his neck and hopping in place, he figured the trip to the airship docks should be utilized to warm his body up. There was no telling how cold that water was going to be and he needed to be ready. Crouching down on all fours and stretching the major muscle groups of his body as best he could in that short amount of time, Shiro then exploded into a sprint towards the docks. He had to do this all within a certain time frame after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Dryly swallowing, a nervous bead of sweat rolled down the side of Shiro's face as he stared over the precipice of the docks. He wasn't worried about the lake below, he adored playing in bodies of water. While he wasn't an olympic athlete, he was still fully confident in his swimming abilities. That wasn't the problem. Was it his confidence in his climbing abilities? Well, his body was hardy and strong, hell it had to be. Considering the abuse he puts it through both intentionally from training or unintentionally due to his clumsy nature he wouldn't have made it this far at Beacon if he couldn't take some physical strain. If he couldn't take a hit, he wouldn't have any ground to stand on for the gauntlet of physical burden morning sparring classes and the cruel torture at the hands of Professor Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh in practice class. He wasn't about to scale a mountain for funsies bare-handed with no tools. Even though he probably would have to do that because he hadn't thought that far ahead. No. The problem was that his mind was its own worst enemy. The problem, was Shiro developing a new fear of extreme heights. Or, at least what he perceived to be 'extreme'. He was experiencing a sickly feeling of vertigo the longer the stared over the edge, a fretful look etched onto his facial features. He started to come up with excuses not to dive over the edge. Shoot, he forgot his towel. He didn't mind getting wet, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling sometimes. What if he didn't make it back in time to complete the repairs on his weapon, he could cause irreparable damage to Kladenets if he let it cook for too long. Truthly, that was impossible because he knew the metal could withstand a dip into an active volcano. He was feeling achy too. Practice class had each student pair up for what was called 'Basic Aura Control' and beat on each other for the remainder of the class. How long ago had he eaten? With sore body and full belly, the dunk into the lake below could end up nasty. There was also the fact of how in the hell he was going to make it back up to the docks. His mind rolled through excuse after excuse, unending. There he stood, nothing but his trousers and arm wrappings. Goggles around his neck, small flashlight in his hand. He was in no way, shape, or form prepared for what he was about to do. His body felt like it was a statue, made of stone and ten times as heavy. White ears drooping, tail lazily sweeping at his ankles, was he really about to do this? Shiro didn't even really like Sapphire. He felt she thought the same. What did he owe her? What had she done for him? Sighing, he shook his head sadly. He really didn't want to do this. "But, I still have to." Frowning, he deeply inhaled and puffed out his chest. "It was my fault she lost them." Forcefully exhaling, he smacked his palms against the cheeks of his face. "How would I feel in her place? If the roles were reversed and she caused me to lose Kladenets and Perun..." Hopping in place to get the blood pumping and flowing, he started to hype himself up. "I'd be pretty upset and hurt." Stretching and popping a few joints, he limbered up. "Come on, Kuhaku! Courage! Bravery! What's a 100-foot drop anyways?! What, like it'll kill you?!" He froze. "Y-yeah, probably. Especially if I land badly..." Angry with himself for this whole situation, he frantically ruffled his white head of hair and let out an exasperated growl. "GAAAH! DAMN IT! I DON'T WANNA!" He dropped to his knees and punched at the ground repeatedly. Annoyed, he really didn't like the way things were looking. No mistake about it, he intended on jumping very soon. A few more minutes, and he'll just 'YOLO' and do it. It could even be fun. At the very least, it'll make for an exciting story to bring back.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms Hgrphbl-- This was too much! W-Was she doing this on purpose?! Did the basketball ace whom he'd somehow become best friends with as a senior, also one year his junior, somehow squirm her way into Beacon under the guise of a replacement transfer student?! Had she replaced Basketball and Running for a hardcore statdump into Swimming?! Where'd she even find the Soul Vessel?! No, that's not it. On purpose or not, she isn't this innocent, be it genuinely or just as a facade. No, that girl is in-your-face-no-shame-at-all perverted. This... This was different. This degree of cuteness was natural, a different beast than that of a certain athlete. Not that she wasn't cute, either, but her cuteness was just of a different breed. Sort of. His head stopped swirling out of control, and he forced himself back on topic with an extraordinary effort. "Sure, I'd be glad to help once Miss Mindaro's finished with me." Surely her study couldn't take that long, could it? He would, at some point during those four years he spent at the school, learn to smack himself one should he ever think or say that again. But as a wide-eyed, naive freshman, he simply did not know better.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte (Ground Pounding Action at the Airship Docks) "I must say, never seen someone take nature vs nurture so literally. Did Mother Nature really piss you off that much?" A voice quipped behind Shiro's head. "That said, I suppose Mother Nature is exceptionally thick skulled, you might actually have to pound harder to get her attention. Some might even say she's hard as rock." Now that he had Shiro's attention, Napoli raised a single hand in greeting, and as always, accompanied it with a massive grin. The huntsman in training, fresh out of his first day of classes at Beacon, had felt the need to escape. The boss kept getting on his case about going to a party, Beryl was still asleep last he saw her, and well... well, no one else deserved mention. They should be Gratious he even thought of them for a split second. That was terrible. Even her name is useless for puns. What else can I say? Mind the row? What sense does that make. Anyway, back to the stuff that mattered. Despite these rapid fire thoughts, Napoli's greeting for Shiro did not miss a beat or experience any delays. Shiro may have been a Tiger, but the cat did not have his tongue. See, even Shiro's name works better for jokes. Sorry. Focus Napoli. As his raised hand came down and extended into an offered handshake, Napoli took the opportunity for a proper introduction this time, "Greetings Signor, name's Napoli Fiordilatte, we've bumped into each other a few times but we never quite got the opportunity for a proper introduction. You're Shiro," There was a brief pause as Napoli racked his brain for a last name, before being forced to forfeit, "Sorry, I don't think I ever had the chance to learn your last name. Regardless, I'm pleased to meet you. mind if I ask what brings you out here?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship docks After a few bashes against the ground, Shiro's knuckles started to smart and throb with a dull pain. Figuring he should stop while he was still ahead, he stopped his assault and groaned as he shook his hands out to rid them of their aches. He'd be needing his hand in peak condition. He'd be using them later, after all. At that time, a semi-familiar voice chirped behind him and his ears perked. Head and ears swiveling to look behind him, he vaguely remembered the face attached to said voice. Blinking, it took him a moment to process the Hunter's words. He didn't get the puns and jokes at first, but it'll hit him later. When the gentleman grinned, the infectiousness caused Shiro to grin also. Why? He didn't quite know. Shiro just sat there on the ground as the young man continued to speak. Some of his lingo Shiro couldn't decipher, deepening his confusion and creating a brief awkward silence. The awkwardness of the moment grew even more when Shiro realized that the guy knew his name, yet he didn't have the decency to remember his. Something having to do with pools and lattes? He couldn't remember. "Uhh...Huh?" He shook his head, attempting to rattle his brains in order to break free from his confusion. "Oh, hi. Yeah, you're that guy that won against Sapphire by technical default." As soon as the words were uttered, his memory was jump started. Expression brightening, "Oh! Hi! That's right, I ran into you once. I think. Uh, the last name's Kuhaku. Pleased to meet you too, Napolo!" When he was questioned as to his purpose for being there, Shiro distractedly looked back over to the edge of the docks and back at up at the gentleman with the strange name. He wasn't sure if he should keep what he was doing on the down low, so without giving it much more thought he half-lied. "Ah...I...I was going to practice my swan dive. Th-then some laps in the lake below. Finishing off with some rock climbing." He leaned out slightly, peering closer to the edge before resituating himself. "Y-yeah...That's it. Just some...hardcore training! Heh.." He turned to flash the 'guy' a half-baked grin with a silly thumbs-up gesture. Only an complete idiot would buy that sorry-ass white lie.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon looked outside his window with his new scope sight. It was gimmicky and heavy, so he knew he needed to work more on it. Putting the device down Ebon walked over to his bed and fell on it. He was debating what he wanted to do. If he remembered correctly, Krysanthe was going to go off and fight someone, Skyra was going to hang out with her girlfriend, and Sepia... Was off doing something. That left Ebon a lot of time alone, as he's often want to do. "Huuuuh. I guess I'll head to town." Changing into something fashionable and grabbed his scroll and wallet. As he was walking towards the air docks Ebon figured he'd text his team and let them know that he'll be out. When he arrived to the air docks Ebon noticed a couple of students near the cliff. A few boys even jumped off, either to their death or to the lake below. Since he didn't have anything better to do Ebon walked over and tried to figure out what was going on by reading everyone's mind. To help facilitate their thoughts he also asked. "What's going on here?" @SevenStormStyle@PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "It wouldn't have bEeN fUN if you hadN't been wILlING." For an instant, the pressure in the room felt as if it had increased, but the sudden shift in their environment disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Gratia returned her eyes to her notebook, pen scratching down further observations that had been noted during that intense minute. Intense fear, embarrassment and surprise were a range of emotions that could influence the movement of Luke Schwarz' hair, but were they the only forms of stimulus? All of which she had observed were related to a sense of discomfort or negativity. Could that have been the deciding factor behind its movement, with only the emotional states as correlating variables? She needed to inquire further. "What brings about positive emotions in you?" asked the solemn Mistralese girl. Would emotions of happiness, joy and the like too engage Schwarz' ahoge?</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm His breath hitched in surprise and he found his eyes sharp once more, instincts screaming at him with the sudden change in pressure as her voice almost seemed to... warp. Taking on an edge he'd never actually heard before, an edge that felt predatory, dangerous. Crazy. His brows knit together. Wait. His body tensed under the pressure. This wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Just the first it had ever been directed at him, it had ever been this clear. That's right-- Her fight with Cian. The same change happened. There was a common thread here, a trend obvious enough that even he, who hardly knew how to read between the lines when it counted, could pick it out with ease. In contrast with her typical personality, Gratia Mindaro had only begun to bare her fangs in one specific context. Fighting. Combat. Be it sparring or otherwise, Gratia Mindaro was the antithesis of the nigh-pacifistic, "talk-first-and-throw-punches-later" boy under her study. The signs were pointing towards that conclusion. Underneath that veneer of icy, solemn bluntness lied something ferocious, something vicious. Something he had only seen hints of, in moments so brief you'd almost believe them merely imagination. Berserker. And as quickly as it had came, that intimidating, oppressive aura vanished, and the room became normal once again. As if she had never changed, Mindaro was right back to work, pen scrawling across paper as her impassive onyx eyes remained glued to her notes thus far. "Positive emotions..." He frowned contemplatively, folding his arms and legs as he once again looked upwards to the ceiling, this time in thought. "Well, helping people is definitely one of them. I try to help out with things if I can." he stated, head coming back down in a nod. "It's redundant to say, but I also do enjoy having fun: messing around with friends, playing games, going for a ride on my bike every once in a while, meeting pretty girls, enjoying a good meal, giving my little sisters a hard time, even just lighthearted conversation." He looked to her again, searching for whatever reaction would come. "I think I'm like most people: I like doing things that I want to do."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Airship Docks Besides just a casual "hello" toward Oswald when he approached the slowly growing group, Robert mostly stood in silent confusion. At first he believed that maybe Oswald was helping Sapphire find her misplaced weapons until Shiro felt the sudden urge to start his "workout" now instead of later and Oswald made a comment about saying the wrong thing. Something other than a tiger-faunas' extreme training session was going on here, he could at least see that. It was once Gren talked to him that Robert finally began to see the big picture. Shiro had done something to make him feel responsible for his team leader's weapons go missing and was now on a quest to solve that problem. The workout stuff that Shiro had mentioned to Napoli was just made up for some reason, probably because he didn't want help. Was Robert naive? Oh hell yeah. But was he an idiot? Despite what many might think, the answer would be no. Shooting Gren a thumbs-up, Robert smiled and said, "I promise we'll bring him back, not only safe and sound, but with a clear conscious too. I mean really, what's the worse that could happen?" Robert then began rapidly stripping out of his clothes until he was down to just his pants, underwear, and weapons. As he was getting everything into a semi-neat pile, another voice seemed to appear from nowhere. "Nothing much. Just going for a nice swim is all," Robert responded to the voice. Looking up, he searched the area for where it came from. There was only one person in sight, he couldn't tell who it was since he had already taken his glasses off, but they seemed to be too far away to be the source. The voice sounded as if it was close enough to have been spoken inside his own head. It was a bit creepy actually. Ah well," he said as he shrugged before looking back at the cliff side. "CANNONBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!" Robert shouted as he jumped off, pulled his legs against his chest, and crossed his arms.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane yawned and looked at her beeping scroll, she just wanted to nap for a few minutes before getting ready for the night on the town. Glancing at it she smacked herself lightly on the forehead. SHE'D TOTALLY FORGOTTEN! She jumped out of her bed and began racing towards the gym. Her scroll beeped and again and she looked at it slightly irritated while running and attempting not to smash into everything. Luckily the message was quickly so Krysthane quickly stowed the scroll away and found herself outside of the gym. She took a deep breath or two, smoothed down her somewhat wild yellow hair, and walked in calmly. "Ah Emerald, good to see you're already prepared. I guess since we're both ready we can start." Krysthane said confidently as she took a ready stance, clearly willing to let Emerald make the first move. Krysthane stood with her left leg slightly forward, her right arm loosly held by her right leg and her left arm crooked just in front of her stomach. Her plan was the same as last fight, use only kicks for the first part until her opponent was adjusted, then hit em with a sucker punch. If that didn't work... well she would figure out something, this was just for fun after all.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - An unnamed lake, just outside of Beacon What was he even worried about in the first place? Normally, Shiro had zero fear of heights. Hell, his first day at Beacon he was launched into a forest filled with Grimm and he handled it no problem. He figured something must've been off, maybe his medication altered his personality more deeply than he thought. The loud roar of the winds whipping him and that dreadful sinking feeling wasn't the most delightful thing in the world, but why was he scared? All these wonders and more were erased from his mind the moment his body dipped into the waters. Though it wasn't cold, the temperature was low enough to immediately send chills up his spine and made him almost want to gasp. That would've been bad of course, swallowing a large volume of water into his lungs. His mission would've ended right then and there, with emergency services been sent out to retrieve him. Thankfully, he had enough willpower to resist the urge and shook it off. Breaching the surface of the lake's waters, it was then that he resumed his normal breathing. Turning his head head left and right, Shiro located the breathing gear Gren gave him and his flashlight. Sliding his goggles over his eyes, he pressed the mask against his face and cinched down the straps to alleviate the bad fitting. Shaking his head to make sure that everything was good to go, a sixth sense alerted him to an incoming presence. Turning back around and looking up from where he had jumped off from, his glowing blue eyes widened as he saw other bodies jumping down after him. They didn't intend on stopping him, did they? Did they think he jumped over to harm himself? Surely, they couldn't be some reactionary rescue diver team. Frowning, Shiro clicked on his flashlight to check if it worked. Thankfully, it did. Not wanting to be snatched up in some other bull, Shiro got right to work. Lunging down into the lake's waters, Shiro got to his search. He figured that since Sapphire's weapons were metallic, the flashlight's beams could possibly gleam and reflect off of it to help him find it faster. His plan was to swim around the lake's perimeter and work his way in at a sort of spiral. Once at the lake's center, the next step was to scale back up to Beacon and see if they landed in some rocky crevice. Looking over his shoulder, he watched anyone tailing him before powering through the lake. His little light flitting to and fro as he scanned, he left behind a trail of bubbles as he swam.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Jorie Ngo Jorie Ngo - ??? "Hello Darkness, My Old Friend," Jorie hummed out, confined inside of a cramped area that only slivers of light managed to pierce through her hidden hiding place. Soon enough, her front pocket hoodie started to vibrate, it light up as well giving unnecessary light to blind her. She grumbled lightly, twisting her legs towards the side as her thighs were squeezing tight against her chest, and she carefully took out her scroll with her human arm. Taking out the bright electronic, her legs went back to their original position and placed the tablet onto her knees propping it up as she stared at the text message. >Sender: Glynda Goodwitch >Receiver: Senior Students >Body:Good afternoon, students. I am sending you this message for the purpose of an open request: Team CPLT has not appeared in any of its classes today, and aren't in their dorm either. Airship dock surveillance indicates that they've not left that way -be advised, some freshmen are leaping from the airship to the lake below, and may require adult supervision- and team IFRA's patrol in the Emerald Forest hasn't found them either. If you are available, please try and locate CPLT as a favor to the Beacon staff. The possible locations they could be are: Combat Arena, Aura Control Room, Gym, Pool, Roof, Survival Building, Practice Area. Oh? Embarrassingly enough, Jorie didn't know much about Team CPLT, but it seemed that they were in trouble or something that didn't seem too nice. She started to lightly squirm inside of her hiding place, trying to find a more comfortable position where her claw arm didn't slide against her entire body. Though, two more messages seemed to vibrate against her body, making her shiver just a little. >Sender: Sterling Johnson >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out? "Yes." Jorie said to herself, her face flushing as she realized that she tried to talk to a tablet. The Shrimp didn't exactly like the way that Sterling was typing, but it seemed that everyone had their own way typing to express themselves? She shrugged to herself before moving her hand to tablet to type a response before someone else responded before she could even start typing. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Yes, as Goodwitch assistant, affairs like this are also important to me. I am going to the roof first by staircase. "Ok." Drat, she just did it again. Jorie bit at her lower lip before looking at the name Goodwitch. She was the lady that was in the screen after the fight... Right? She had a bad time remembering people by name, she could remember faces not names, that is why likes icons on these scrolls so much! They are quite helpful for her at least, though she moved her human hand to type out a message to the two of her allies. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Ok, I think I'll be going to the pool. Good luck everyone! She stared at the message for a good minute, searching for any errors within her basic reply before hesitantly sending the text. She moved her body around once again, shoving her scroll into the front hoodie pocket before using her foot to gently tap onto the end of her hiding place. The metal door creaked open before Jorie slid out of her locker, her claw arm scrapping against the metal before landing onto the tiled floor. The Shrimp gently closed the locker before heading her way to the pool, one of her favorite places inside of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Firing Range Cian let out a small sigh as she lifted up the pair of "goggles" she was wearing till it was resting on her head. It was a partially complete project from the armory class and she figured that since all things considered despite how odd they looked it was pretty good in the function. The only problem she had so far was that the lenses glowed and she had no idea on how to fix that part. Still as she slid the goggles over head once more and changed byakko into its sniping mode she layed down on a mat as she breathed out lightly as she took aim at her target once more. It was a pretty odd all things considered since her "target" was nothing more than 8 cans stacked on top of each other but was also impaled on a large branch. Still she let out her breath and lightly muttered "targeting value system on" as she slid a small nob at the side of her goggles to get the needed information as she let out a few more shots to see just how accurate the information she was being fed was. She let out a small smirk though when she heard her bullet hit the bottom most can with a satisfying clink.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lake There it was. He finally saw it. Or at least, something that could've been it. Smiling, Shiro swam deeper towards the bottom. As he got closer Shiro's body was suddenly grabbed and tossed violently to the side. Immediately confused and dazed, it took him a moment to realize what it was. There were some strong currents at play that he unfortunately couldn't detect. Frustrated, he tried for a second time to swim towards the glintt. For a second time, another current grabbed him up and whipped him around until he was freed from its grasp. Pouting, he exhaled another bunch of bubbles. Even though he's a strong swimmer, he wasn't about to fight against some force of nature that can easily drown and pancake him. He just wasn't equipped to do that. Genetically or otherwise, he also had to reserve his energy for the climb back up to Beacon. For a moment, Shiro floated there and looked around him for some way he figure out what to do next. The major problem at the moment where these currents that could throw him off course, wasting precious time and energy. If he could find some way to detect where they were, he could avoid them and make his way to the shiny objects he was sure he saw. Inspiration dawning on him, he quickly discovered his answer. Swimming around the lake were other small aquatic lifeforms. One of them being a school of fish. Observing their swim patterns, he figured they knew how to navigate through the currents. Smirking under his rebreather mask, he couldn't believe his genius. Following a school of fish that appeared to be swimming in the same direction he needed to go, he kept his distance so as to not disturb and scare them off. They were his lifeline for right now. If this was botched, he'd be stuck in the middle of a violent lake with no daggers in hand. As he slowly swam behind the school of piscine life, he wondered why such a lake had currents in the first place. He figured that the lake was just an isolated body of water. That line of thinking had to be wrong, because if that were true then the lake's waters would be calm and still. The peaceful appearance was just a facade, apparently. Looking around, he quickly figured that there must've been some sort of underground river system that the lake was fed by and connected to. That was the only thing he could think of that made any sense. If that was indeed the case, then that worried him. If the lake was connected to some underground rivers, then there was a high possibility that Sapphire's daggers could be long gone. Lost to some cave system that could have spanned miles underground. Shaking his head and refocusing his thoughts, he looked up just in time to see the school of fish riding a lake current away. Looking down, he was pleased to find himself directly above the shining object he saw. Swimming straight down, he was thankful there were no other currents to drag him away. Within clear eyesight, he saw that the shining object was incorrect. Shining objects being plural was the key. At the lake's bottom, he dug his feet and claws into the lakebed and pulled himself towards the gleaming pile of random junk. Digging through, he found a few things that were quite valuable and interesting. The rest was just scrap. For a brief moment, he wondered if he should pick up the hobby of spelunking. It made him feel like a treasure hunter, and he liked the idea. Who knows, it could be a nice source of income. Though, unreliable. Still, he found that many items he rifled through he could bring back and collect a pretty penny for. None of what he dug out were Sapphire's daggers. Undaunted, Shiro was certain that her daggers had to have ended up here. Pausing his search, Shiro looked up and around at himself. Question was, why did all of this stuff collect here? Furrowing his brows, he figured the currents had to play some part in this. Maybe they churned and coalesced all of the heavy objects here at the lake's center. Shrugging, he contented himself with that answer. Continuing his dig through the twinkling pile, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Something about this wasn't right but he couldn't pin exactly what. Maybe he was just excited and that nervous energy was getting to him. Didn't help that some people were chasing after him for one reason or an- Vibrate, vibrate. Flash, flash. Shiro blinked, freezing. Looking down at his trousers, they were blinking at him. Digging through his pockets he pulled out his Scroll to see that he had a message from Gren. Smiling under his rebreather mask as he read it, he made an "Aha!" head motion. Clarity bestowed, he began type up a response to Gren thanking him. Following that, he prepared a group message to the students Gren named in his message. Back turned, Shiro was completely unaware of the nearby cave that fed down from the lake's bed and what potentially lurked within.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - Airship Docks Delta's blank gaze scanned over those present. He knew a few, or could vaguely recall a vowel of their names from conversations he unconsciously overheard. He could already feel an agitated aura emanating from one certain individual with cerulean locks. If memory served him right, which it usually did, her name was Sapphire. It didn't take an einstein to piece two and two together concerning the correlation between her hair color and her name, but he wasn't one to criticize names, considering his own. At least, the daggers only but a breath away from another student's neck were giving off an aggressive vibe. Then Gren managed to step in just in the nick of time before they had a death on their hands, Grane ended up arriving at the wrong time, shortly followed by a person he recognized from lunch, and all the while this was happening, Delta and Cobalt were merely watching. The two quickly exchanged glances, waiting in expectation for how the scene would pan out. "Hey, Delta, got any leftover popcorn?" The familiar asked from the pouch with Delta's scroll grasped between its stubby ligaments, recording the whole entire duboccal with a mischievous grin. It was then did Eve's mouth completely drop at the sight of the conflict growing, and just as quickly becoming extinguished. In a series of deft motions, Ebon was suddenly left suspended in the air, as if he was momentarily given the ability to defy the laws of gravity. And just like that, a student he hadn't even known the name of plummeted out of sight. It took Delta a few moments to process the events that transpired before his very eyes. His vision of a scholastic institution, albeit in this case a combat oriented one, was a place where peers didn't exactly fling each other off the side of a cliff. He glanced down at Eve, who returned the same gaze of awe, and silently gulped in minute fear. "I guess dad was right… women are scary." The silver-haired boy then found himself shifting in minute increments behind Grane. Kinda ironic how he was seeking refuge behind a closet drunk. But then his posture eased at the mechanical shield gravitating near the cliff's edge, chances are, the student didn't fully go for a dive. But what was he doing behind there? "Eve. Getting any-" The familiar jumped onto his shoulder without any preceding cue. Its irises were suddenly rimmed with a golden hue, fluently circulating within the eyes. "Yeah. Heat readings. You may not be able to hear him from this distance, but looks like they're not done with their little… dispute." Delta nodded in agreement, locking onto the two students involved. Did they not know where they were? A firefight then began to ensue, leaving a bit of the cliff to give way due to the oncoming fire. After a bit of gunplay, Sapphire took a quick retreat beside Gren. The boy was in the midst of opening his lips when Eve lept into action. The familiar dropped to the ground and paced its way over, taking a stand between the girl and shield. "Oi, oi! Don't you know where you both are right now?! Do you seriously want to do something that'll detriment both the docks and Gren's party? Calm down!" The squeaky voice didn't really seem all that intimidating, so it wasn't a surefire chance that they would listen. But Eve could at least try to stop the whole situation before it devolved beyond repair. Delta sighed and walked over, slightly shaking his head at Sapphire. "Save this for another time." The boy kept one strap of his hat tightly wrapped around his finger, he glanced at the earth's condition under the shield. The cliff probably wasn't going to hold for much longer, so hopefully the student behind could get a chance to relocate.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Airdocks "This is no way to behave." Sepia thought, uncharacteristically sullen. "From my own teammate too. The girl looks like one who has a near permanent attitude problem, but I would have thought Ebon would try to diffuse the situation. I guess I just don't really know anyone here." She'd overheard the conversation that had started this mess, though. Something about trusting people, the difference between friends and allies, and family names. The last one stuck out to her. "I wonder what inherited pressure is like. I guess I could have found out myself, but that would mean..." She reached up and touched her faunus ears, then swished her tail out in front of herself thoughtfully. "Bad for business, they say. I understand, but I won't take that risk in hiding them." Her dog ears flicked as she thought about Shiro's message and she couldn't help but laugh. "He isn't even here." Clearing her throat to make her presence known, Sepia spoke quietly. "I have to agree. Whatever's going on here is between you and whoever your dispute is with. It's probably no one else's business, but it seems like you're trying to make it that way."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - (Wait, Grimm Studies had a Purpose? Time to Help Shiro) Swimming around in cold water to help out a Faunus you really only met five minutes ago. Well, it appeared Napoli could check that off his bucket list. That said, it was rather easy to lose sight of someone that decided the best plan of attack was to go underwater the whole time. Thus Napoli found himself swimming in merely the vague direction he had last seen Shiro resurface. That's when a few interesting events occurred. First off, some weird drones decided to fly around and engage their own little agenda. People at this school have funnels? And here I thought Gratia was the one with all the hax. Then something roared and a weapons locker sinned and fell from heaven. Then again, with how freaky this school had been, perhaps that was just a typical Monday. Nevertheless a large grin spread across the Sniper's face as he realized it was time for a practical application of his school studies. Adjusting his route towards the newly ascertained direction of his class fellow, Napoli propelled himself forward. Reaching the approximate location rather quickly. With a quick dive underwater, Napoli was able to make out the blurred image of Shiro and what appeared to be a frog? God damnit Kermit, you didn't have to start binge eating after the breakup. Well whatever, the bigger area would just make a shot easier. Leaving his head slightly submerged in order to still see the Grimm, Napoli popped one hand out and fired a series of bullets up in the air before curving them in the direction of the Grimm. It was the same basic water displacement technique he'd employed earlier in the day. Although being in the water this time was new.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakebed He had every intention to fight the Grimm head on alone. He was fully prepared to take a nasty first hit. He realized what a bad situation this was and knew he had no real plan on getting out of it unharmed. Just as he was about to launch himself at the frog-face, a hand grabbed his arm and broke him out of his tunnel-vision focus. Turning his head, his eyes met with the 'other sword-and-board' user. Shiro really was bad with names. The guy pointed with his other hand towards the surface and for a moment, Shiro didn't quite understand. Thinking he maybe meant for Shiro to give up and head back, he shook his head and pointed at the pile of loot. He wasn't about to abandon Sapphire's daggers when they were so close to being recovered. Shooting the guy an angry look, it wasn't until he noticed the displaced trail of what looked like bullets whizzing through the water towards the Amphibian Grimm that Shiro reconsidered taking the guy's advice and resurfacing. Gren did say that they were here to help. Maybe they had some sort of plan? At the very least, once Shiro surfaces he can use his Semblance to give them a better fighting edge. "Agh! No, I should reserve that for emergencies instead of using it every chance I get!" He didn't know what to do. He really needed to work on that 'planning' thing more. Shiro exhaled another bunch of bubbles out of exasperation. "Fine! I'll bite!" Shiro turned back to face the black-haired guy and nodded once, jabbing a thumb upwards towards the surface. Looking at the Grimm and to the pile of loot, he didn't feel good about abandoning it. But, he knew where it was. He could easily return to it. Kicking off of the lakebed and exhaling continuously as he rose through the waters, Shiro made his way back topside. Unsure of himself and how to proceed once he made his way back down to face that Grimm.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "I didn't. I just wanted to give you a little something." Gren gave Shiro another one of his award winning smiles as Sapphire showed up. Gren hasn't really spent a lot of time with the team captain outside of training and classes, not since they went out to party. Gren introduced his parents to her, after making it clear she was his leader, not his girlfriend. Awkward time for all, Gren was actually quite happy they didn't spend too long with them before his father or mother started something. Thinking about them brought a smile to Gren's face as Shiro asked about Abel. "Abel? Not sure. He wasn't in bed when I was making breakfast, so-" Speaking of the devil Abel arrived, his breath heavy. If Gren had to guess Abel lost something and had just found it. He'd offer him some tea, but unfortunately Gren only had a cup for himself and Shiro. Now that everyone was gathered Team Swansong left for their mission. Gren handed out the rebreathers, at least to the ones who didn't bring their own. Sapphire also handed out what looked to be earplugs for Shiro and Abel, but not for Gren. Jokingly he called her out. "What? No presents for me? No wonder why you're not my girlfriend." Gren's joke was quickly ignored however as Sapphire announced her Aquaphobia. He was going to make another crack, but refrained from doing so. Sapphire may have a legitimate reason for it so he wasn't going to disrespect it. That being said, this wasn't going to be good considering their enemies. Another thing that caught Gren's attention, mainly out of vanity, was that Sapphire mentioned that Abel was in charge if for some reason she is out of commission. He didn't show it, but that somehow annoyed him. Mainly stemming from the fact he thinks himself a better leader, and knows that Sapphire chose Abel because she doesn't trust him. To be fair, Gren made it evidently clear to her that her mistrust was not misplaced. He was only disappointed that she still doesn't trust him. "Oh well. I could still advise Abel if it comes to it. Basically the same thing really." Gren didn't know a lot about Abel. He was going to need to do something about that later. "Sounds good. Of course, it'll be best if you stay with us. No going out and taking on the boss on your lonesome, eh?" Gren joked, trying to hide his annoyance with a backhanded reference to Sapphire's fight with Pops. Moving on, Gren felt there should be something said about the Sirens they were going to face. "Now anyways, I can't say I know a lot about Sirens. As Sapphire said, they use some sort of singing to hypnotize you, so be sure you have your earplugs in. But because of that make sure you're paying attention to everyone else too: We won't be able to hear each other with the earplugs in. And yeah Abel, they're aquatic. That'll make you rather vital if this fight goes south. My God Eater can use it's Terror Form just fine underwater, but it's Destruction Form, my range combat, won't be possible. My rockets would just fizzle out and my bullets won't go to far. And obviously my flamethrower won't really work. But your spear should work mostly fine, not to mention your electricity semblance would allow you to do more damage to them than I could underwater." Gren than took out his new Scroll, placing it on the floor so that it could create a holographic projection of the town they'll be visiting, with the coastline as well. "Not only that but I swim like a minivan, so either bring the enemy to the sea floor keep it near the surface. I can use my semblance to walk on water, but it won't really help me once I go under. Additionally, while our biggest priority is to take out the Siren, this isn't just a kill mission. There are some missing people, and assuming that the Siren didn't kill them we should do our best to find them or their remains. Here," Gren zoomed in on a cluster of boulders at the coast. "Is was the last location of the most recent victim. Report says she was lost among the rocks, but I bet there's a Siren somewhere lurking there. This area is slick and from what my research found, occasionally submerged by the tides. Also, while the Siren is only the most recently called out threat, I think it'd be safe to assume that there are other variants of grimm nearby which may also prove to be a challenge. Can't say for certain what kind, but keep your eyes open nonetheless, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission This thick air was taking time to get used to, but eventually he managed. He did find himself getting tired a little more quickly, but it wasn't too much of an issue. Looks like being the leader meant he got the flare gun too to use in case of an emergency. As the trekked through the area, they eventually came to a gate, with a terminal beside it. He began examining the terminal, but all he gathered was that it was off... He had no deep understanding of the parts within. Maybe Cian had better luck? "Hey Cian, can you take a look at this?", he called over to her. Though as he did, Luke blurted out that he spotted something around the corner, and the moment he did, Jack also looked... Or rather, he looked before Luke said anything. His keen senses felt it too, and his eyes caught the movement... "That couldn't be a survivor... I don't think they'd skulk around in the shadows like that. We should keep an eye out, might be some kind of sneaky Grimm", that said, they shouldn't go looking for it either unless they absolutely have to. If it was the sneaky kind, they would try and ambush the team. "Well... let's see what we can do about the terminal", he said, referring not just to his team, but also Bastille.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mission Control -> Airship When Abel arrived, Shiro was a little surprised to see him so flustered. It was seemed so unlike him. Had he been busy with something else beforehand? Ah, well. Nonetheless, it seemed his friend was having a rough morning. So, what was Shiro to do? Well, he already had his fill of Gren's tea. He was sure Gren wouldn't mind if he offered what was left to his pal and thusly presented it to the large human with a warm smile. Once all were present and accounted for, Sapphire gave the command to head out. Shiro relinquished the tea into Abel's possession to consume as he quietly following alongside his teammates. Airship -> Trawl Team Swansong all loaded up and en route to their mission location, the effects of the tea Gren had given him quickly wore off. Any moment of peace and quiet and Shiro found himself fading in and out of consciousness. His head sleepily bobbing before repeatedly jolting himself awake and shaking his head to try to cling to the living world. When Sapphire handed him and Abel a pair of earplugs, he took them without thinking and stared at them in his hand. It wasn't until Sapphire gave her explanation that he figured out what she had given it to him for. Unfortunately, they were regular earbuds. Unfit for his faunus ears. Rummaging through his pack in front of him, he came to realize that he had completely forgotten to bring his own pair and left them behind at Beacon. "Gah, I'm such an idiot!" Shiro berated himself. Frowning and trying the earbuds on anyways, he was a bit worried when they wouldn't stay in very well and constantly fell out with the slightest movement. Removing them for now, he tried his best to not let on that they weren't fitting right. Listening as Sapphire spoke, Shiro realized two new things about his team leader. 1. She was afraid of water. 2. The person that she trusted the most out of the three of them appeared to be Abel when she named him their leader should anything happen to her. The tidbit about her having a phobia of water and drowning was interesting to say the least. He just shrugged when Abel was selected as the backup or co-leader. It didn't matter much to him. Looking up as Gren handed them all a newer version of the Rebreathers he had crafted, Shiro looked over the device in his hand and chuckled. "Man, this would've come in handy a little while back." Shaking his head, Shiro found the mask a home in his pack and put it away. Yawning, Shiro struggled to remain awake, but only really caught bits and pieces of Gren's words. He and Sapphire seemed to be going over details, plans, advantages and disadvantages. None of which clearly got through to Shiro. Sapphire can't swim, got it. Gren sinks like a rock, got it. Something about some of Gren's weapons functioning and not, got it. Grimm. Missing people. Yawn. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He got the basic gist. To avoid letting on that Shiro preferred to just enter into a temporary coma, he decided to chime in about what he could contribute. "I'm a pretty good swimmer myself, so if we need to go underwater I can tag-team with Abel. I won't be able to use my Dust attacks underwater, but everything else should be fine. On land I can maybe tag with someone else to track down the missing people. Really, it's all up to Sapphire where she wants to put me." Him speaking probably only served to clearly show to everyone that he was ridiculously and unexplainably tired. His speech slurred and mumbling here and there. That was it. That was all the energy he had at the moment to utilize. Yawning again, Shiro immediately clocked out. Pulling his pack into his lap as a makeshift pillow, he stuffed his face into it as muffled snores were heard coming from him.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Airship "Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable." However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over! "That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired." The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates. "Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle." The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay "So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight. It's different from choking. Namely-- A good choke is much more secure. And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes. Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray... "I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily. "I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now. The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture The Fort As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath. As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Trawl Shiro blinked, his gold eyes carefully looking over the map that lay in front of him and his team. His ears twitching every now and then as he multi-tasked between listening to what was being said, examining the terrain of the area, and formulating his own thoughts. So far, he agreed with Gren. Official reports never held all the details. Sometimes when you personally interviewed someone, they may come to remember a very small trivial detail that could make a world of difference. That, and Shiro wanted to visit the sites where people supposedly went missing. Even with the passage of time and the ocean eroding away the land, it never hurt to see if his Faunus senses could detect something that the townspeople couldn't. Speaking of which, that brought up a question in Shiro's mind. Or rather a few questions. Looking up from the map and at Captain McDougall, he frowned slightly. "Ah, sir? Captain McDougall? Do you know what's the census of Faunus you have within the population? Do you have any Faunus on your police team here?" Looking at his teammates, he continued. "What I'm thinking is maybe visiting each site with a partner to see if I can find something that you all can't. Interviewing the locals doesn't seem like a bad idea either." He made a motion with his hands. "It wouldn't hurt at all to spend a little time to try and gather a complete informed picture before we make any plans. The last time we tried to do a mission without all the facts...Well..." He shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense to me. You all have been living here for some time in relative peace. Why would these Sirens appear now so suddenly and start luring away your people? Grimm are beasts. If they were luring them away to consume them, then why haven't we discovered any remains or things like that? Why would they steal them away instead of picking them off right there with hardly a trail left behind?" Shiro again looked to each of his teammates. "It doesn't hurt to have a healthy sense of curiosity."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Those muscles bunching were impossible to miss. He couldn't really tell Goodwitch he'd gotten the message, what with the soon-to-be-whirling maelstrom of forelegs, but he nodded a little anyway. Deinamig gave a nice big boost to his legs while he jumped back, but not quite quickly enough to get all the way out of danger; not with the size of the Manticore's legs. He boosted his arms reflexively and lashed out as one of its blows grew a little too close for comfort, and he felt Artorius strike something hard and keep going after a moment's resistance. The next few seconds happened in something of a blur. His feet hit solid ground again, just outside the beast's reach, and Goodwitch's first strike struck home. A second later a small white object, a little smaller than his fist, landed next to him. A piece of the Manticore's claw, one of them at least,cut off right near the tip. It must have been what Artorius glanced off of. Ben scooped it up with one hand and jammed it in a pocket, firing Lawnslot's Lightning Dust rounds in the Manticore's direction while he kept backing up to keep some distance between him and the frenzied assault. "Got it, teach, ready when you are!" He said into the radio, snapping his fingers a little to get Amy's attention. "I've got Desree here. Once it's running, and once the teams are out with the survivors, she'll get us up to the airship." "Just say the word."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves. Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified. Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled. Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds. He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town. There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Consciousness was almost a stranger to Oswald in these moments. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain he was in was absolutely unbearable. He'd never admit it, but he felt like he was dying every time he tried to sit up. It only made sense, though. Three broken ribs. A punctured lung. His nose and thumb, broken and a bit disfigured as well. Dull and sharp pains assaulted his senses from seemingly all sides, and the pain medications he was supposed to be getting dulled his mind too much for him to use them. He had to think, but the suffering was too much. Maybe he'd click that button, get a little bit of medicine, just to dull the edge. Just as he was thinking of doing so, the presence of another student roused his attention. Somebody who didn't get maimed? It's a Dustmass miracle... The sarcastic thought remained non verbal as Oswald pressed his little button. And there it was, the pain dulling medicine he was so uncomfortable using. "Shiro...sup, dude?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment. Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword. "Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!" Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was. "Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?" Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy. Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to. He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real. "Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..." Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission. Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro listened to Diamond with a sense of horror, frozen with fear as she spoke of Team CODE's mission. He half wanted to freak out and tear up the infirmary in his search for Cobalt and Emerald, misunderstanding and thinking she was saying that they were in pieces. But, after she left Oswald's words helped to clarify a few things and calm him down. If only a little. He took a little comfort in hearing Oswald saying he was okay, though he looked far from it. Though, what did he mean by 'rogue Huntresses'? Did such a thing exist? He cocked an eyebrow, not sure what his classmate meant by that. At least the terrifying Ms. Vanhomrigh was there to save them, thank the deities above for that. Things seemed to take a sudden and dark turn when Oswald mentioned the death of a few mercenaries. Shiro's expression growing somber as his ears slowly drooped, his tail lifeless in its lack of motion. He had no idea what to say to offer to the boy to console him, as he could see that he was dealing with pain that was more than just physical. Something set off an extra sense of his and Shiro jumped, startled by some unknown intense emotion. Looking around in confusion, the feeling vanished, Shiro unsure what it was that he had felt. Turning back to Oswald, he continued to listen to the boy. When Oswald looked away, Shiro knew what he was trying to do and looked off to the side himself. To save the boy some dignity. It had to be difficult for him to share what had happened. Shiro cursed himself for being so insensitive to not see that. When the boy finished, Shiro could figure that Oswald wanted some privacy. To be left alone. Inhaling, Shiro started to speak but his voice caught in his throat and he paused. Summoning more of his strength to talk, he tried again. "I...don't know what I can do or say to help you feel better, boss. But, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always around somewhere. Causing some kind of trouble." he laughed nervously. Shiro reached and just gently patted a Oswald's hand with his own gloved one. "I'm gonna go see how the rest of your team is doing. I'll uhh....see you around man." Turning, Shiro left and made sure to close the privacy curtain for Oswald's sake. Standing just in front of Oswald's bed but on the other side of the curtain, Shiro stared at the ground for a moment. Ears still low. If this mission had torn Oswald up that badly, then would it do any good for him to check on the others? Of course, he had to at least made it be known that someone was there for them. He almost felt bad for his mission going as 'well' as it did. Clenching his fist, he bucked himself up and went searching for Emerald's bed. Finding it, he made sure to let his presence be known before just barging into her private space. She may not have been decent and Shiro vaguely remember making that mistake once with another female student. Was it Sapphire? ...Nah. "E-...Emerald? Hey, it's me, Shiro. I got back from my mission a little while ago and wanted to see if you were okay..." He waited for her response before stepping behind her privacy curtain.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald's ears twitched and turned toward the direction of Shiro's voice. She had faintly heard him talking to Oswald so she wasn't surprised. "C-Come in..." Emerald squeaked after a minute once she finally found her voice, the first words she'd actually spoken since she woke. She tried to rub her eyes, even though it caused her some discomfort to move. She didn't want him to see she'd been crying. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was concerned about her wellbeing, she didn't want to burden him with worry, he was way too happy a person for that. No, she'd put a smile on her face, despite the fact that she felt like her world was crumbling all around her. She just...needed to think positive, giving into negativity just meant the Grimm would win in the end right? Right...</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears twitched when he heard Emerald's voice, allowing him to come in. Expression saddening, he could tell by her uneasy tone that she didn't sound too good herself. Shaking his head to wipe away the sorrowful look he had on, he instead put on a his usual friendly smile and poked his head in between the curtains. He had to fight to keep the smile on his face. Seeing her condition, it wouldn't be hard to see why. One look at her eyes and Shiro recognized the redness and puffiness of someone who had been crying. He dreaded seeing the condition Cobalt was in. "Gods, this sucks.." He lamented. "Hey, Emerald. You doing alright? I was just stopping by to check on the others who I know, that returned from their missions. H-how are...things?" Shiro's chest felt tight, his heart hurting for Emerald when he saw the obviously forced smile she was displaying for him.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald thought for a moment on how to respond, she could have easily faked it and told him she was fine, that she just needed a little rest and all would be good! But she just didn't have it in her to lie to him, not when it was something that was so blatantly untrue it would be insulting his intellect. "T-To be honest I've been better...not because of my injuries really..." She looked away for a moment, worried that he'd see her getting misty eyed. "I...I've seen things...learned things that I wish I didn't know about...stuff that s-shouldn't be real I-" Emerald stopped abruptly as her voice quivered, she couldn't do this anymore. "I'm sorry I...let's talk about something else...anything will do I just...I just can't talk about this..." Emerald shut out the memories as best she could, they were just too fresh in her mind. "H-How was your mission? Better than mine right?" She actually laughed at that, it was kind of funny in a really sad, morbid way.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary There he goes again, just after realizing his mistake seconds before with Oswald too. He was being insensitive. It was probably better to just not ask anyone how their mission went. It should've been painfully obvious before, but if a student ended up here after their mission for anything other than a simple check-up. Chances were high that their mission did not go well. It was also very likely that they were still recovering from wounds more than physical and Shiro was just doing the worst possible thing by reminding them of the events that had transpired. Needless to say, Shiro really hated himself right now. His own pain evident on his face when his expression briefly twisted up into what looked like a cringe. Shaking his head, he picked up his usual smile again. "Ah, I'm sorry hear you're not doing too well." He didn't know what much else to say, other than that. Though, it just made him extra curious to know what occured during their mission. Just what was it they had seen? What had they gone through? "Even still, I figured you wouldn't mind seeing another friendly face." Nervously, as per his habit, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, my mission? It went rather well. Almost boringly so, to be honest with you." Looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but chuckle and smirk. "The most exciting thing that happened is that we learned Sapphire has problems with water. Either she's afraid of it or can't swim, I don't know. But, we kinda found out the hard way." His expression blanked as he stared at Emerald. "She bit me when I tried to rescue her." Shiro said in an annoyed tone. Tugging off the arm-length glove that concealed his medically bandaged arm, Shiro showed her the covered bite wound. "She bit me kinda hard too. Wasn't expecting it so my Aura couldn't defend me there." He sighed, ears drooping before his ears perked back up and his face brightened, laughing at his own expense. Shiro thought to mention how it kind of hurt, but as his eyes glanced over Emerald's wounds... He figured it be best not to say.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald blinked, Sapphire had problems with water? It wasn't the most interesting news in the world but it was enough to keep her mind off of her trauma. "Water problems huh? You'd never guess than looking at her. I mean I'm not the biggest fan of swimming but I do know how to." Truth be told, the fact that a lot of people assumed she hated water because she was a cat faunus annoyed her. She was in fact a fairly decent swimmer. "Maybe once I get out of here we should try to teach her." "Wait, she bit you?" Emerald asked incredulously, finally realising that was what had been said. "And humans think they're more civilized than we are? Please."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro laughed again, more genuinely this time. "Yeah, it surprised all of us too. I actually love the water myself and I think I'm a great swimmer. I'd offer to teach her but, I severely doubt she'd ever accept." Thinking about it, she would probably tell him to go shove his offer somewhere the sun didn't shine or just outright ignore him with a cold shoulder. He could hardly imagine her listening to his instruction anyways. Not realizing he was looking at the ground, he looked back up when Emerald asked about his bite wound. Laughing nervously, he scratched the back of his head again. "Y-yeah, she bit me. I think she had some sort of panic attack er...something, and just bit me. Like one of those cases where she didn't know where she was or who I was..kind of...deals. Thingys." Shiro said in a rather confusing manner, making sure not to comment about Emerald's remark on human/faunus civil and social relations...</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary As Sapphire could have guessed from the shape that Oswald was in his mission hadn't gone particularly well. Sapphire could surmise that much like the previous week it had been what should have been a fairly generic situation that became something much more dangerous after the fact. After all these were supposed to be training missions. If they'd known from the start this much damage could occur a professional hunter's team would have been deployed instead of students. Sapphire hoped this wasn't going to develop into a pattern for Team Codex as they seemed to have had a bad run of luck their last couple of tries. Sapphire winced slightly at Oswald's choice of words to describe Swansong's mission status. Swimmingly. "Clearly Shiro's been doing more than just asking about how your mission went." She said slightly pointedly but really it was more Shiro she was annoyed with than Oswald. Then again what did she expect, the tiger faunus had no filter. Sapphire had a sudden sinking feeling that her aquaphobia would be common knowledge among the students by the time the weekend was over. Both Sapphire and Oswald's missions had succeeded overall but evidently both considered them failures for one reason or another. Oswald's reasoning at that moment though seemed a lot more valid than Sapphire's. It was hard to call a mission a success when three members ended up critically wounded by the end. Sapphire's problems with her team dynamic seemed rather petty by comparison. She didn't want to pry into it though. At least not right now when it was so fresh. At some point Oswald would come to her or one of his other friends to talk but right after it happened was not the time for that. He was likely still at the stage when he could see it every time he closed his eyes. "You don't have to talk about it right now." she said. There was a certain look in her eye that for most would be hard to place. One that said I've had it that bad before but it was gone in a few seconds replaced by her normal expression which either conveyed I'm concentrating deeply or I want to hit something. It was often hard to tell which. At the moment the best thing Sapphire could think to do would be to get Oswald to focus on something else. It's what Cecily always did for her. "Were'd you grow up Oswald? From the way you train I'd be inclined to think it was somewhere near the Gates of Hell."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Oswald's lips slipped into a half-smile at Sapphire's noticeable wince. "I think he was talking to Emerald about it, but I wasn't paying too much attention. Something about water and biting or something. For the most part, he was freaking out about us." Even only a few minutes after the fact, it was more funny than patronizing, really. Such a simple misunderstanding made him leap to such a terrible conclusion. "Diamond might have worded it better, but I think he was under the impression that one of us got...blown up or something. Jeeze, what a way to go that'd be..." Flexing his hand a few times to try to get his mind off of the pervasive aching throughout his body, Oswald gave a small shrug. "I know I shouldn't be talking about it, it's just..." After a few moments of silence, Oswald shook his head. "it's not easy. I knew it wouldn't be when I left home to come here, but this is a whole other ballpark. It's like I'm getting tossed back two years every weekend, and expected to just go about everything like I haven't just been thrown into the gates of fucking hell and back." "Speaking of hell, that's probably how most people would describe where I lived. You know how there are some small border villages outside of the protective walls, and barriers, and natural landscapes that surround Vale?" Oswald drew a small circle in the air with his hand. "Vale is here." Poking at points just outside the imaginary circle, he continued. "Those towns are there." Moving his hand about a foot or so away and jabbing his finger, Oswald finished. "We were there. It's a two-week journey if you've got a full caravan. A runner could make it in a few days if they kept a good pace. Best estimate puts it at about 200 miles, around 320 kilometers or so." Oswald sighed. "And my training is hardly usual, even for where I came from. It's...it's my way of atoning for my failures, if I had to come up with some deep, important meaning or whatever. I just don't like letting people down..." his arms were crossed over his chest meekly, and Oswald probably looked just as weak as he felt in those moments, lying there.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary He could hear it. The sound of something snapping in his head. Shiro is a hard person to truly anger, as is his nature is to typically forgive all for their trespasses. Shiro could never truly hate, very much so in the very same way and seeks to at least be on good terms with all whom he has the pleasure of meeting. But if there was one thing that immediately set him off was someone being outright rude. Especially if for whatever reason they were being vulgar and rude. Though it could be argued that Shiro was being rude himself by having butted in on their privacy, he believed he acted out of genuine concern for the two strangers. His offer of food a gesture of goodwill, and in all honesty wasn't any attempt to buy their favor. So why, when he was acting out of the kindness and goodness in his heart, did this girl who resembled another person whom he took issue with start spouting off obscenities at him as if that were a normal part of everyday polite conversation. Carrying on as if she had done no wrong and it was a non-issue. What had he done to her to deserve this? Who in the hell did she think she was? Did she really think that was okay, to speak like that to a complete stranger? He struggled to maintain his composure. He had frozen when the headphones-wearing girl spoke, his body stiffening and growing rigid. His smile became 'plastic' as if it was something someone had premade in a factory and glued it on his face, synthetic and fake in its entirety. Knowing what was coming, feeling it in his bones, he quickly shut his eyes as he maintained his pseudo-smile just as they started to shift from their golden-brown color to icy-blue. Letting out a dry chuckle as he did. A low rumbling in his chest that he couldn't altogether stop, he fought to keep it as quiet as he could as his black stripes made their appearance slowly fading into view. Streaking across his ears, down through his head of silver hair, and marking his arms, face, and ringing his tail. The tail still swaying from side to side restlessly, but at a specific tempo that to any other Faunus sent signals out that he was incredibly irritated and ready to pounce. He hoped and pleaded to whatever deities above that the faunus girl laying in bed wouldn't be able to pick up on his obvious body language. "Calm down, Shiro." His nostrils flared as he stood there, inhaling and exhaling sharply. "That was a little rude..." He attempted to control his breathing, trying his hardest to calm down. "Okay, a lot rude...." Slow in, slow out. Breathe. "But, there might be a reason for that. That may just be how she normally speaks. I mean, we never actually talked before. Maybe she's...a little 'special'?" His stripes weren't going away, neither was his low growling. "Gods above though, she's too much like Sapphire. Only nastier..." The corners of his lips twitched, still fighting to keep up the appearance of his 'happy' mood. "Just, act like you didn't hear her and carry on. We...need a distraction...Yeah! Just ask what they want on their pizza and walk away to order it. Maybe text the guys if they know any good places." His ears twitched, swiveling around furiously picking up every little noise. "Okay! Yeah, we'll do that!" Opening his eyes, he slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out his Scroll. Glowing blue eyes looking down at the screen, he basically shoved his nose into it as he focused intently. "So! Ah...what do you ladies want on your pizza?" He turned his back to the girls, any little thing he could do to relax. For added effect, he coughed softly a few times, patting his stomach. "Ooh, man. Where did that come from?" His toss-away excuse to explain why he had been growling. Something 'caught' in his throat. To anyone else who didn't know him closely or dueled against him, Shiro's stripes appearing would seem rather odd and peculiar. Though, only those who knew him closely would know what it meant. Otherwise, it was just an oddity to anyone else. His stripes and shift in eye color meaning that he was either in 'combat mode' or extremely upset/agitated/irritated. There was nothing he could do to stop it, having tried in the past. The only 'cure' to have them vanish was to relax and calm down. Thinking happy thoughts sometimes helped, but not always. Frowning, he couldn't think of a happy thought to use. "I'd kinda like to bash-..." He stopped and corrected himself mentally. "...-a training dummy's face in. Yeah, I do need to work on my transitional attacks and work them into combos..." Distracting himself by planning to go to the Practice Area later to vent. The nerve of some people. He made it a point to never harbor ill intentions against someone, especially someone he hardly knew. It started with corrective thinking. As he stood there with his back turned to the girls, tail still undulating and swaying about, he did a quick internet search for good local pizzerias.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary The felinoid boy was already angry. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, her impassive onyx eyes were still able to glean sudden loss of composure: the slowing of his breathing, the stiffness in his body language, the sharpness of every single little motion he made. Her words had irked him, and in order to stop himself from responding, he sought to control his emotions ... to varying levels of success. Yet she had seen that type of mask before. The fake smile, pretending that everything was perfectly fine. A brittle surface that could easily crack if some petty little insect took a fart on it. How much agitation would be waiting underneath? WoULd hE pUT uP A gOOd fIGHt~? However, what caught her attention immediately were the black bands. Were they fucking stripes, like those on a tiger? Their appearance was unconventional, and their presence was already piquing her curiosity somewhat. An indicator of Kuhaku Shiro's emotional state? Were Valians predisposed to having wacky shit going on with their bodies? Or was it just a Faunus thing that the the catboy had going on? Whatever it was, it'd turned up after she'd spoken. Anger then. It wasn't like there was any other fucking shit it could represent from her minimal evidence. If this hypothesis was wrong, then she'd revise it later. "Marinara will be fine," she said, voice utterly devoid of any form of emotion. If he was still willing to provide food, then she would take that opportunity. Even if she would have to deal with his incessant babbling, it was free food.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary -> Cafeteria Looking over his shoulder at Gratia, Shiro breathed out a barely audible sigh of relief. With a grin, he nodded at her. "Right! Sure thing! I'll have that ordered and bring it up in a jiffy!" Turning back around to face the two of them, he gave a wave of his hand. "Well, you two be well and get better soon. I'll be back later!" With an about face, Shiro stepped off and made sure to close the curtain behind him. He couldn't walk away sooner, but he wasn't about to allow someone else to make his same mistake and endure what he had just gone through. As he continued his search for his team leader, he thought about it for moment. What exactly did he just go through? He couldn't make too much sense of it and just decided to write it off as an irrelevant event in his life. To be discarded and forgotten later. Of course, it wouldn't be until much later, but Shiro had completely forgotten to ask the faunus girl what her preference for toppings was. Oh, well. Finally having enough sense to stop a medical 'person', Shiro asked where one Sapphire Rode's bed was. After being pointed in the right direction, he was unfortunately greeted by an empty hospital bed. Sapphire had apparently already checked out. With a 'hrmph' and a frown, he wasn't that quick to give up on his personal mission. Lifting his nose up toward the ceiling, he began to sniff around until he picked up her scent trail. Thankfully, she hadn't left that long ago and her trail was still rather strong. In fact, it was curious to note that it was still strong enough to suggest that she was still within the infirmary. Now using his olfactory senses instead of his warped sense of direction, he was surprised to find himself in front of Oswald's bed again. Just about to barge in, he stopped when heard Oswald's voice and Sapphire's. She must've been doing the same thing as he was, checking on other students. "Well, she's healthy enough to be discharged. She's walking around and talking. I'd say she's doing fine." With that, Shiro decided against intruding yet again. Patting his stomach, he figured it was time to eat and blow off some steam. He needed to vent out his frustrations after having dealt with that rude headphones wearing girl. He still didn't quite know her name. He decided he didn't care. Pulling out his scroll, he opened up a group message and addressed to his pals. From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgerate @Lugubrious, Gren Orchid @Lucius Cypher Subject: Good pizzerias? Body: Hey, gents. You all wouldn't happen to know any good pizza joints around here, would you? Tapping the 'Send' button, he pocketed his scroll and headed towards the cafeteria. --- After having piled his plate of every kind of meat that basically existed on Beacon Academy's menu, Shiro set his tray down rather loudly along with his glass of milk. Dropping down onto his seat rather abruptly, the glass of milk spilling over the side some, Shiro forgoed proper table manners and etiquette. Basically, he dug into his meal practically attacking it. His black stripes still present and eyes still a glowing blue as he growled quietly while he 'anger ate'. Muttering and cursing under his breath about 'rude headphone wearing people' and something in regards to throat-punching. Once he ate his fill and digested for a bit, he planned a trip to the Practice Area, for more 'venting' on dummies.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Cafeteria Diamond has been halfway through her meal when a loud clang woke her from the semi-slumber she was in. What she saw was the hyperkinetic member of Oswald's girlfriend's team hiding behind a pile of meat large enough to put an actual tiger to shame. "Little snack?" she commented with an ironic tone, a bit hypnotized with how fast the boy was putting the food away and somehow managing to coherently curse and mutter under his breath at the same time. Now that she seen him, he was nowhere near his usual self. Now granted, Diamond didn't see much of... Shiro, was it? But compared to bathing in the food, this was definitely different. "I never thought I'd see you with a face like that. But whatever it is, milk is not the proper remedy." she smirked.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro's ear twitched in Diamond's direction, hearing her comment about him 'snacking'. Stopping mid-chew, he turned his head towards her with his cheeks slightly bulging from the food he had in his mouth. Blinking, he was a little confused at her remark. "Snack? No, I'm not having a snack. I'm having a meal," the dense tiger-boy thought to himself as he stared at her. So set on stuffing his face, Shiro hadn't noticed that there were a few other students in the cafeteria eating too. It was a public place to enjoy food, after all. Looking around him, he noticed that other random students had distanced themselves from him. He probably did look a little frightening, after all. Blinking again, he looked back to Diamond and swallowed. Grabbing a napkin from a dispenser, he wiped at his mouth as he looked her up and down. Diamond was her name, correct? There were a few girls at Beacon whom were named after gemstones and he was sure that was her name. Emerald was the other feline faunus with the wind-based Semblance, he knew her. Sapphire was his own team leader, of course he knew her too. He heard rumor of there being some other girl in Beacon by the name of 'Beryl', so by process of elimination that had to be her name. But by her appearance, there was nothing to her that really said 'Diamond'. Going by the color of her hair, he figured her to be more along the lines of Ruby or...something else. But something in the back of his mind said that name was already taken by some other student. She apparently knew him, but from where? She looked vaguely familiar... "Ah! Don't tell me I landed her food too!" By this point, Shiro was worried he was quickly becoming known around Beacon as the "Dude-who-keeps-landing-in-our-food". Sniffing, he finally spoke. "Wh...what is that supposed to mean?" Shiro asked, inquiring on what exactly Diamond meant by seeing him with some 'face'. "And what is the proper remedy then?" Shiro looked at his glass of milk, growing more and more befuddled by the minute.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) Picture the image. Three dashingly handsome men (a hunk with rippling muscles, an aristocratic gentleman and a cute pretty boy) and their female sidekick are descending into the depths of a darkness known colloquially as a hole. Freeze frame. Ignoring any possible Freudian imagery, take a gander at what this unfortunate series of events has lead them to. A deep, dark hole. Crimson-eyed spiders, their numbers rivalling even the years of an oriental emperor's reign, emerging from the void. A thick, white fluid that would stick to every part of their body like hot glue on figma (which, excusing the Freudian imagery, can be better described as incredibly adhesive webbing). Team KNVS is frozen in this shot, about to meet what was likely their doom. It is usually at this point in a manga where the previously mentioned abilities of one of the cast members finally comes into play, having previously used them for what seemed to be unnecessary and comical purposes. A Chekhov's Gun, if you will, a dramatic principle named after the famous Russian writer himself, Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (29 January 1860 - 15 July 1904). "If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off." Thus it was certain that one of the members of Team KNVS would find a way out of this ... sticky situation. After all, they had abilities that could be used. If they didn't, then why would they have been included in the signup form? Press play. Heat and light explodes underneath Shuai Taidan, prettyboy extraordinaire and resident pyromaniac. Wind and fire wheels, the Rongquan, are attached to his black boots. They serve multiple purposes, from makeshift lighters to decoration, but their intended purpose if that of utility. Flames, like those from the thrusters of a rocket, enveloped the ringed weapons, spurting downwards at the webbing to singe away at the white. A weapon to save him from the webbing, one would assume. But what of his teammates? That was why such an assumption was incorrect! The wind and fire wheels were more than just weapons! They were tools that assisted him in his ability to perform as a Huntsman (despite his feminine appearance) of all sorts of nasty creepy-crawlies! They allowed him to fly. Like the Nevermore from earlier in the mission had unfortunately learnt, Shuai Taidan was very much capable of flight. In fact, the skies were merely another domain to him. Another world for him to frolic in. A mere Trap Hole was nothing to him! In fact, you could say that he had activated his Trap Jammer, discarding fuel in order to do so! What could webbing do to him ... if he wasn't touching it!? He would not allow the spiders to ravage his flesh. That would just be unacceptable! But what of his teammates? Santouliubi. A romanisation of 三頭六臂. A reference to the three-headed, six-armed form of the Marshal of the Central Altar himself. A colloquial term for those who are 'superhuman'. The name of Shuai Taidan's semblance! Freeze frame. Behold the ethereal arms emerging from his back as if he were an eastern deity! Six in total, like the Third Lotus Prince! The manifestation of the prettyboy's burning soul, a power that allows him to multitask in any situation! Arms that could knit clothes! Arms that could hold his groceries while he searched for his wallet! Arms that could grab others with ease! The same arms that killed the Nevermore would be the arms that would be able to save his teammates! Two arms per person. Varius, Noelle and Kiran were each grabbed tightly around their waists by these powerful semblance arms! Two per person! Holding tightly as if their lives depended on it (which it sort of did)! All in order to escape the fate that was the hole! Press play. Fire burns downwards. Shuai Taidan grins. He flies upwards like a rocket on his way to Mars. His teammates follow suit, held within his powerful semblance. But the red planet is not his destination. No, his destination is one safer than that! The sky! An atmosphere composed mostly of nitrogen, and was slowly being polluted by industrial byproducts such as sulfurous oxides! Yet a death via shitty air was one far preferable to death by spiders! Even soulless Grimm spiders! The hole is escaped. But that isn't Taidan's only course of action! Chongli awakens. The speartip opens, and the napalm floods downwards into the hole. It burns hotter than even the flames of his wheels, for napalm can generate temperatures of 800 to 1,200 degrees Celsius (1,500–2,200°F)! Water, in comparison, burns at 100 degrees Celsius (212°F)! Water evaporates upon contact with it! It's adhesive, sticking to anything in its path! And its burning releases carbon monoxides, which are very, very bad to breathe in, which is why Taidan has been wearing his gas mask all day long! And it oozes down into the hole, towards the webs, towards the baby spiders, towards Ariadne. Excessive amounts of napalm pumping towards the enemy. No, it isn't excessive. When dealing with a threat to mankind, one must do their best at all times. Otherwise, there isn't a gold star on your report! It's fortunate though that the Grimm are soulless husks, because otherwise all the napalm falling from the skies into the hole could be classified as a war crime!</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her. Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table. "I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Area > Showers "How long has it been?!" Shiro knelt on the ground, his body heavy and struggling to maintain his hold on his weapons. He was wondering how long they had actually been training against one another. Him and this...Bobbie. Shiro was pleasantly surprised. As he remained there, catching his breath as best he could in between his panting, Bobbie stood in its fighting stance. Ever at the ready. "Bobbie" was right. He did hit pretty hard. Shiro sustaining a few blows here and there that would surely bruise up if it weren't for his Aura. Which, was subsequently running a tad low for his liking. He had really put out, burning off most of his anger from prior and his energy to go with it. Shiro got what he wanted out of it though. He definitely got plenty of practice with his combos and transition attack drills. Drenched in sweat, Shiro took a deep breath and strained as he stood. Willing his body to keep going for just a little longer. They had traded strikes for however long that his poor ears had a persistent ringing in them. It didn't sound nice when geisteel/siderite alloy clashed with whatever the hell Bobbie was made of. When they trained and fought, at moments Shiro thought it was going to rain. Their fighting sounding like the crashes of thunderstorms. Shiro absently hoped he hadn't drawn any attention to himself. Exhaling deeply, Shiro grinned and sheathed his weapons. Slinging them onto his back, he walked up to Bobbie with his fist out. Bobbie, when it saw Shiro disarm himself, eased out of its stance. "Phew! You weren't kiddin' there boss! You just don't quit, huh?" That was the advantage of being a robot. You didn't tire. If any parts broke down or wore off, you simply repaired/replaced/upgraded them. Shiro figured that must be a bit of an enjoyable advantage to have over everyone else, thinking of Gren. "Well, I think that's enough for today. Thanks for your help, Bobbie!" Bobbie, looking at Shiro's presented fist recognized the gesture. Greeting Shiro's knuckles with its own light bump of the fist. Must've been preprogrammed or learned from prior experiences, Shiro figured. "I'm all spent, so I'll be going to hit the showers now. Hopefully we can train together in the future some more, Bobbie! Thanks again!" As Shiro walked away, he waved his salutations. Bobbie just standing there watching as the faunus boy left. Once gone, Bobbie then kneeled down. Powering off. Shiro stretched as he walked, a more difficult task than one would think. He wasn't looking forward to feeling sore tomorrow, but at least it would be good. It meant that he gave a good amount of effort. As he returned to Beacon Academy proper, he hoped he didn't look or smell too bad being freshly covered in sweat and dirt. He would have to check his weapons back into the Armory. Then return to the room to get his clothes and toiletries. Finally, the shower to rinse and clean off. Maybe go into town and hit up the arcade and see what's new. A notification rang from his Scroll and he curiously slipped it out to view it. It was from the pizzeria he had ordered from. The order was complete and on its way to where Shiro had directed them. With a smile, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and whistled as he walked. "Hmm. Maybe I should invite everyone out for pizza after all..." Shiro wondered, his eyes looking up at the sky. He nearly ran into a light pole in his wanderlust.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue knew nothing of her family. Amy knew her family, though it was clear that it was not the most pleasant of families. Reality made it so that not everyone was happy from the first moment they could remember clearly in their adulthood. For Sangue, obliviousness contributed to how much of a blank sheet she was when it came to emotions and anything related to society. Whether it be the tinge of corruption in some sides of society or the simpler and more straightforward side of life, she had less experience in. Amy would surely have a reason for not liking her family, and the thought of it resonated within the snake's mind. Sangue was born human. She acted with a sentience more limited than both humans and Faunus, despite sharing similar blood to them. She did not understand- let alone know- much about Amy's position in society, but none of it mattered to one who grew in a world where society did not exist in the first place. What mattered was reason. Reason, and condition. Condition, and the person. She did not know too much on what good she could be for Amy. Sangue lacked much of the knowledge one would need in a world where deception could linger under the eye of the public. She was naive and trusting behind the monstrous exterior of a natural-born predator. Amy brought reality into the spotlight quite well, Sangue thought. Silence fell as Sangue glanced at the infirmary, and then at the path she walked in. The chains of her claw rattled quietly, as if to signify wherever the huntress went. "I see," she whispered. As they walked, Sangue took a small breath. The excitement from the mission she had gone to had quieted down, but she still wanted to make sure to retain her usual composure the day after. Immediate preparation for returning to a proper mental stature was key for someone who generally moved and acted slowly outside of battle. While moving, an idea came to the snake's mind. Turning directly to Amy's direction, she slowly reached out before putting her only hand on the Faunus' shoulder. "..." ... ... ... "...This... is how you... assure people... to make them happy. Right...?" ... ... "...I'm sorry. I'll... try this again... at a better time..." Taking her hand off of Amy's shoulder, Sangue scratched the back of her head. She had tried to be more casual with her friend but only ended up looking like a 4-dimensional doofus. The timing felt extremely off, even for the swordswoman, so she decided to try again at a later time. Perhaps there was a more appropriate time she could put her hand on someone's shoulder reassuringly. That would be great, considering how she saw some people do it. Amy's feathery hair clicked something in Sangue's head. Soon, she ended up taking off the pin that held her ponytail and let her hair flow freely. She rarely did so outside of her dormitory, but for now... she was having a moment of peace. A bit of vulnerability wouldn't hurt in exchange for comfort, hopefully. "Perhaps I... should meditate... outside... some time soon..." Sangue muttered as she stared at a flight of stairs. She did not know if Amy meditated like she did, but the idea of meditating with her whole team sounded interesting. At the moment, Sangue's train of thoughts were not filled with too much to express to her friend. But she did not need much to talk about to appreciate Amy for walking together with her. Her presence alone was enough to be appreciative about.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Write@HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi "Then make a decision, Schwarz," was Gratia's flat reply. The Mistralese Huntress' tone betrayed no emotion, nor did her impassive expression. There was nothing that she could convey in the first place; although the tickets were free, she possessed no great interest in acquiring them for her own gain. However, there was a need to observe Nuit and ensure that the recently-healed Faunus did not attempt anything fucking retarded; her compatriot's emotional state was likely still erratic in some way after the imprisonment. "Otherwise, Nuit will force her own choices onto you." Her phone chirped. That was the irritatingly cheerful alert she had assigned to any messages from Vega, one she had decided was befitting of her leader's boundless annoying energy. The Mistralese girl rapidly removed the device from her pocket, dark eyes glancing down at the glowing screen at the text. It was a bother, but she would have to formulate a reply to the other huntress' shallow question. >Standing in the infirmary. >Get the fuck out of bed. Her fingers danced rapidly across the keys, before immediately hitting send.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Practically the instant the airship's hatch door opened, folding down to become a short stairway for passengers, Abel was ready to board. A very rare sort of energy had overtaken him, awoken somehow despite the morning's grueling mission and the afternoon's strenuous exercise. All the same, he did not want to seem unduly enthused, so he stood by while the others made their way over, rather like a somebody taking credit for opening an automatic door. While waiting he heard the familiar buzz of a new text alert from his scroll, and dutifully the guardian removed the device from his pocket to check what he'd received. Surprisingly, the message originated from the school itself, as opposed to a teammate as he initially expected. He scanned the lines, furrowing his brow slightly as he read about the various happenings of the upcoming Monday. Funnily enough, he hadn't even known that Monday was supposed to be a day off. The alternative didn't exactly thrill him, however. Abel felt like competing in a school-organized race about as much as he felt like a garden gnome with gonorrhea—which was to say, not at all. His first thoughts pertaining to the 'Stone Cold Showdown' were dismissive, but before he even got to second-guessing himself, Abel found his opinions changing. The more he ruminated on it, the more he imagined that a wrestling event would be just his thing. In the ring, size mattered, and that at least Abel had in spades. You know what? Abel asked himself, I'm gonna do it. About time I did something in my free time other than work out and browse the web. The only problem he could think of was large, green, and walking right toward him along with Shiro. No doubt Gren's gonna be all over this. I hope we don't get matched against one another. Hey, shouldn't it be illegal for him to compete anyway, with all those cybernetic enhancements? The question occupied Abel so much that he nearly missed the crushing sadness wafting from his tigeresque teammate like ripeness from roadkill. All thoughts of grappling, costumes, and pay-per-view vanished from the guardian's mind the instant his eyes landed on Shiro's face. Somehow, in less than thirty seconds, the most chipper and upbeat individual Abel could think of had turned miserable. He blanched, at a total loss for what to do. Luckily, Gren seemed to be on the case. Thanking his lucky stars that he had someone who could shoulder that responsibility around, Abel waiting for his companions to pass by and board the airship. Once the ladies of team KESS followed suit, Abel brought up the rear, his tentative smile more tentative than ever before. Mere minutes later, the airship touched down about two hundred feet away and six hundred feet lower than the place from which it departed. The warm orange horizon, behind which the sun had just begun to dip, framed the city of Vale beautifully. As luck would have it, the walk to the pizzeria was not long, but the seven students of Beacon walked it in near-silence. Abel didn't mind the general quiet. Everyone needed some time alone with their thoughts. Inside the pizza joint, Abel expected that the more intimate atmosphere would stir up real conversation among them. In the course of the walk there, he'd finished reading the school's notification message, and in doing so drummed up memories of his parents. Had it really been only two weeks since he'd seen them? It felt so much longer. The notion of his folks visiting the school brought a nigh imperceptible but remarkably genuine grin to his face. Of all the topics that might emerge over a platter of oven-fresh 'za, though, Abel didn't think that anyone's parents would be one of them. In fact, something in his gut told him that very subject might be what stole Shiro's fire only minutes prior. The thought worried Abel—why hadn't Shiro let his friends know? Then again, parental issues were definitely the kind of thing that an average person might keep bottled up. And...as much as he hated to think about it, he and Shiro weren't really friends, not in the sense that he would have liked to be. The truth stung him. But what can I do? 'How to reach someone's soul' isn't something you find in a book... These thoughts and more swirled around in the guardian's noggin as he, along with Krysanthe, Yue, Sepia, Skyra, Shiro, and Gren, stepped into the pizza place.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Pizzeria Shiro was still in a rather downtrodden mood, gloomy and expression blank. None of the usual light that existed within his normally gleaming golden eyes was present. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, ears droopy, the tiger-boy looked up and around at the new pizzeria. Never having been here, he would've been excited at the premise of being somewhere new. Normally, he would feel adventurous and wander all about to take in the 'sights', though no one else could typically find anything 'special' about the place lacking the child-like spirit of exploration like Shiro has. No, instead Shiro found the nearest unoccupied booth and lazily leafed through the menu options for food. Waiting until whomever decided to join him sat down before he placed his order. Disinterest and boredom oozed from him, his cheerful-demeanor absent as he continued to sulk over whatever still bothered him.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Food delivery Checking the time as she walked out of the café, Diamond tried to plan her day. She promised the guys lunch and now she booked an extracurricular at six in the afternoon. That took care of the afternoon, which left her with the entire morning full of nothing to do. Sure, there was homework to be done, but what needed to be handed over on Monday she could manage tomorrow, and the rest through the week. She briefly entertained the thought of doing absolutely nothing and spending the day in bed, but then an idea popped into her head. Looking over the messages again Diamond made a shopping list and set off to the store. It would be easy to just have the food ordered somewhere, but she was feeling generous. As she walked she texted an old friend if she could borrow his kitchen. Showing up at McGuinness' half an hour later and weighted with grocery bags, she gave Desmond her greetings. "Cooking for an army, Diamond?" the innkeep snickered. "An army of cripples perhaps. I can't very well leave them on hospital food though, can I? The place free?" Diamond asked. "It is, there's only dullness before lunchtime in this business. Help yourself, but don't leave a mess!" --- Infirmary It took her the better part of the time she had left until lunch, but Diamond found cooking strangely relaxing. It was of course a complete torture not to eat most of what she made, but alas if she shown up empty handed the rest of her team would probably bite her head off - maybe literally, depending on just how hungry they were. Getting the food past the head nurse turned out to be less troubling than she thought it would - she simply asked and was given a green light - after all she did make sure what she brought was a balanced diet. Well, maybe not the cookies, but she wouldn't hand those over before Emerald ate something worthwhile. The smell of the food arrived shortly before she did. Knocking on the doorframe she raised the bag: "Somebody ordered food?" @Abillioncats @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary So, the man Sapphire's team had brought into custody had already managed an escape. That....was not a good thing. The timing was perfect. They'd lost their test subject, and it seemed this scientist, Pops, was somehow involved as well. Spring the scientist from jail, take back the kid, then launch an attack to draw attention away from it. The timing was just too perfect. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time, it's enemy action. Something was very, very wrong here. And now it was obvious to Oswald. "That...is bad. I don't mean 'stubbed toe' bad. I mean 'shot by an anti-air turret' bad." His example was oddly specific, but he was hoping Sapphire wouldn't be put off by that. She seemed to take a moment to think on her next words before asking her a question. About one of her own teammates. About what he, specifically, thought of said teammate. Gren. The big, green hulking motherfucker with the monstrous weapon. Somehow, Marcus had defeated him during the first day of duels, but since his old team leader was gone now, it hardly mattered. What did Oswald think of him? Did Oswald think of him? He was compelled to answer in the negative. "I don't know enough about the guy to say anything one way or the other. If it was Shiro, I could at least say a few words, but Gren's essentially an unknown to me. He offered us all food on that first day, but other than that I wouldn't call us any more than distant acquaintances. My first impression is that he tries...a bit too hard to be friendly to everybody around him, but that might just be my personal tendencies towards isolation talking." Sighing, Oswald shook his head slowly. "This is a lot to think about. I still don't even know exactly what happened on my mission. After we split up, I didn't see Diamond or Emerald until I woke up here..." Although his pride was wounded at having been so brutally beaten, Oswald was more concerned about what that thing he'd fought was. It might have been a Huntress at some point, but during the fight it seemed to change. Become more evil, more soulless. More like a Grimm. The thought was niggling at the back of his mind. He had to know.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Infirmary Cobalt had been doing a lot of reading for the past day. All his homework had been completed first, that had taken about an hour, then he continued his exhaustive research on what that Grimm had been. After a few hours of dead ends, he had moved on to reading up on anything to do with Grimm psychology, then moving on to Hunter psychology. Cobalt had read so much that he had fallen asleep with his Scroll in his hands, completely unaware of the world around him. Something that Oswald would be glad to know most likely. The morning arrived and Cobalt awoke around 7 to the smell of disinfectant and various other hospital smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and waited for someone to come in to offer him breakfast. He took one bite before he pushed it to the side and decided to wait until Diamond brought some food, tiding himself over with water instead. It was around lunchtime that Diamond came knocking with a bag of food and a heavenly smell around her. Cobalt had to actively hold himself from jumping out of the hospital bed to get to the food as soon as possible. He blinked as he noticed he was already leaning out of the bed slightly. "Have I told you how you're my favorite teammate?" Cobalt remarked as his stomach rumbled in anticipation. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team Swansong Dormitory 'Why?' thought a sleepy Shiro. 'Why do we have to do things like eat and use the restroom?' Shiro complained, his stomach rumbling angrily at him as he tightened the blankets around him, trying to shut out the sound. 'Just let me sleep!' Shiro stuffed his face into his pillow and growled. "Agh!" Bundled up in his little 'tiger-nest/cocoon' of sheets and blankets, Shiro's alarm blared loudly at him. Grumbling irritably, he stirred within the cocoon of cloth until his own white ears poked out of the bundle. Bad mistake. He hadn't meant to but by unshielding his ears from the digital alarm clock app on his Scroll, that just made the noises louder. Poking his head out from the sheets, he glared at his Scroll and went to bat at his Scroll to shut it off. Having enough of the sound and feeling extra irritable this morning. "Alright, I get it! Shut u-!" This was his second mistake. A swing and a miss. "Oop! OH SHI-!" Tangled up in his sheets, Shiro couldn't stop himself from rolling over the side of his top bunk bed. The dramatic weight shift and gravity just working against the poor tired tiger-boy this morning. Sheets and blankets wrapping around his face, he couldn't see where he was going to orient himself. "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." thought Shiro mid-fall. Thud! Sheets and blankets sliding off of his body, Shiro found himself on all fours and in good health. Blinking, he carefully looked around himself to see if anyone else had saw. But, thankfully, he was alone in their room. The others probably already having started their days early. Slowly standing up, he looked at the pile of sheets on the ground and scratched at his head. "Huh. I guess...I really do always land on my feet." Shrugging, a pillow slipped off the side of his bunk and boofed against his face. He grumbled. Beacon Cafeteria After having gone through his morning routine, Shiro found himself seated by himself with the usual big heaping plate of food in front of him for breakfast. Bleary-eyed and hair somewhat a disheveled mess, Shiro yawned as she blankly stared at his meal. Rubbing his eyes, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and opened up this 3D Holographic design app he found installed on it. More than likely something Gren had put on there prior to his transfer of ownership. The Boar faunas probably used it to come up with new gadgets and gizmos for equipment and weapons. But, for Shiro, it was just the perfect thing he needed to conceptualize future upgrades and redesigns of his own weapons. Creating gears and contraptions with taps and flicks of his fingers, he could even pull up designs he found on the internet and see how they functioned in real time to give him a better understanding of how he could either make his own or improve upon what already existed. Lazily eating and playing with his Scroll as he distracted himself. Today's subject being how to he could increase the efficiency and versatility of his sword and shield. He was thinking an internal box magazine stored within his shield. Perhaps even with an automatic loader/feeder like he knew some firearms used. He already had a basic idea of how he would forge and machine the parts he needed, the only issues he had were what everyone usually had. Time, and money. He didn't quite have the necessary 'skrill' to get the high-quality metal billets he wanted, so unless he was willing to wait longer to upgrade. He would have to save up his Lien. He didn't like the idea of waiting nor did he like the idea of compromising on 'lesser' metal types to machine his parts with. He had expensive tastes as well, desiring the geisteel/siderite alloy billets. It was all he ever used and worked with, and he damn near refused to work with anything less for his own equipment. Muttering and mumbling to himself between bites and swallows of food, Shiro browsed other patented designs and humored himself by shopping around for other 'lesser' raw metals. Scoffing when he saw how cheaply he could get some of them in bulk and skimming across articles defending the lesser materials and how they could be just as good as the higher quality stuff. "Tch. Amateurs." Shiro rolled his eyes. "Ohh-ho! Best bang for your buck! Pfft. Yeah, right."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Air Docks Ready for adventure Things were starting to get a bit out of hand, but it wasn't anything unusual for Gren. Seemed like a lot of things he gets involved in tends to get blown out of proportions. If any more people showed up Gren would be legitimately concerned about trying to feed and entertain all of them. Ironically enough, it wasn't until Shiro came dashing in that the situation could be more controllable. The white tiger came in fast as he crashed into Gren, but as he was already in a low seated position he only slightly tilted forward. Looking over at Shiro, Gren picked his friend up and dusted him off. Then Gren handed a Shiro a skewer before he started packing up his grill. "About time you showed up. I thought me and Sangue were going to have to hunt you down! Well, the gang's all here then." Gren looked over to Skyra and Emerald, who was now joined by Sepia and Diamond. Sepia wanted to know about their birthdays out of the blue, but Gren obliged her request. "July fourth." It also seemed that Emerald was skipping out of a very important healing process called resting. Gren gave Emerald a sympathetic smile and spoke. "You should head back with Diamond and rest up Emerald. We can play together once you're feeling better. Anyways, me, Shiro and Sangue are going to head to Forever Fall's to pick up some raw materials for upgrades. If you have any request, come find me!" It was then that their airship had arrived. Once Gren had all this things put away he walked into the airship bound for Forever Fall, hopefully with Shiro and Sangue in tow. He still had the scent of his kebabs fresh on his person, though he intended to get some alone time to rid himself of the stretch. As delicious as it smelled, it was a bit awkward to smell like BBQ. "You two make yourself comfortable, we'll be at Forever Fall's in no time." @NarayanK@harinezumikouken@SevenStormStyle@Abillioncats@PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Woooo-sah. Ben didn't miss a beat, drinking in the hot, black c o f f e e he needed to keep his wits about him. Coffee. Bitter. Bitter coffee. Fixate on that. The coffee. "It was pretty... Chaotic. And Lauren and I have a very different definition of 'accident'." The brown-haired boy commented, taking another drink of the coffee and casting a glance Amy's way. He held up his closed notebook towards Lauren by way of answer, then elaborated; "I woke up early, decided to get some work done instead of going back to sleep. It's a Saturday, so I haven't got much else to do." "I'll swing by the armory later, see about getting acquainted. And you and I have a date with a new tonfa."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus Cypher@Suku Jack froze completely as he listened to the ferret's story, holding his sandwich mid-bite before lowering it around the end of the story. So it's been through a lot, he never thought he'd hear it from its own mouth. It seems Scoot belongs to Team Swansong, pet-wise, technically, even if it didn't feel that way it was a much more convenient term. Between experiments and the regular meeting someone nice and now it's good times, what were those experiments all about...? Scoot was probably not the right one to ask about that, but he felt he didn't want to know anyways. "Mhm, mhm, sounds good for you now... Cian why were you following it around? And where's Gren and all?", he spoke in-between his bites.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Cypher@Abillioncats@SevenStormStyle Skyra poked Emerald's nose before moving onto the meal. "Follow your team leader's advice, Emmy! You're still sick!" She took a plate and two steaks and proceeded to munch on them. On the steak, not the plate, that is. In the middle of a chewing on a piece of roasted meat, Skyra noticed a bit too late what Gren had said. "Ah, you're going to get stuff, I nee..." aaaand that was when the doors to the airship closed and it lifted off. Skyra stood there, staring at the airship taking off into the distance, her mouth covered with a few spots of barbecue sauce. "Shit..." Instead of continuing to eat, Skyra pulled out a handkerchief, cleaned her head, her mouth and anything else dirty before moving on to turn on her scroll and starting up the messaging application. ``` To: The Grim One Uh, I didn't manage to tell you. I plan to modify/create a new weapon. A bow that converts into two blades with a quiver armed with dust tipped arrows. If you manage to find some materials for that on your excursion, I'd be happy to take them from you, even buy them from you, if you need me to. ~Skyra ``` She pressed "send" and put her scroll away and turned to Sepia. "May fifth. My birthday." She grinned and went back to her steaks waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald's tail fluffed up a bit when she heard Diamond's scolding voice. She'd been hoping it would have taken longer for Diamond to find her. Her facial expression was like one of a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "My...my mom?" Emerald almost rolled her eyes, her mom was about as gentle and softhearted as they could get. Diamond's threat wasn't scary to her at all. "The worst she'd do is sent me a get well soon card with a lot of hearts on it." Her dad on the other hand well...she wasn't gonna think about that. Gren told her she should get some rest, and even Skyra said about the same as she poked her nose. Maybe...maybe it would be better to just go back with Diamond, she was feeling more than a little tired, all the walking she had done just to get to the hanger had been more exhausting than she wanted to admit. Wait no! She didn't want to go back there, she hated being stuck in there! All it did was remind her what had happened to her and her team. And...and she was afraid, afraid of a repeat of her latest nightmare. She used to love sleeping and having dreams, but now she was terrified of the idea. She looked at Diamond, her body a bit shaky as she steadied herself. She felt sick with dread and combining that with her weakened, dizzy body was making it difficult to even stand there. "I...I don't want to go back...please..." She said, barely audible as she found herself leaning against a wall. Her vision blurred as she found it more difficult to focus, her heart pumping loudly as she felt more and more panicked.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "I'm okay!" The world in his vision spun. Round and round endlessly making him feel queasy as he swore he heard the annoying twitter of circling birds flying overhead, though he couldn't see them. From just below the very border of his vision, he saw Sangue's face pop up offering her one and only hand to help him up after his little...'mishap'. Smiling, just about to reach for her offered hand to help himself up, Gren beat her to the punch and scooped him up. Like a kitten being grabbed by its scruff, Shiro's body stiffened until he was set back onto his feet. Blinking, he did a quick self check. Still had feeling in his toes. Still had feeling in his hands. He could see, hear, and smell everything okay. He didn't feel like he was going to immediately die and didn't sense any feeling of danger. So, he was okay. Smiling with ears twitching happily, he lived through another one of his 'moments'. Speaking of smell Gren handed him a kebab of meat, to which he stared at for a moment before realizing that was what smelled so good. What was with Gren constantly cooking anyways? He could never understand his friend's obsession with it, but everyone had their hobbies so he just shrugged and bit into his gifted snack. As he ate, airship just off in the distance, he turned his attention to the others in the group and saw that quite a little crowd had gathered. Was it because of Gren's cooking or was everyone going to Forever Falls for different reasons? Nomming away, he saw a particular faunus girl that he knew a bit better than the rest. That...canine faunus. Sepia. She was apparently going around asking others for their birthdays for one reason or another. Hearing each of them list off the days and months they were born, Shiro's chewing slowed as his expression sobered up. ... He didn't know his birthday. Truth be told, he hadn't known his birthday for as far as memory would allow. When he was discovered, found, rescued, whatever you want to call it. They just assumed his age or so he thought. Whenever he attempted to ask the adults responsible for overseeing him and the other orphans, they simply told him "You're [blank] age now." Without ever giving a specific year, month, or day. It made a few things difficult in his life, but for simplicity's sake, he always figured that whenever the new year rolled around that he had also aged a year. So, on all official documents with his personal information, he always put January 1st and counted back the years appropriately for his birth year. He could've been either much older or younger than he thought, but without any information, family, relatives to refer to, there was no telling. As with many things in his life, they were all lies, made up, or assumed. Information filled into blank, empty space to simply fill in a box on a form. So, he slowly turned away from Sepia and the others. Acting as if he hadn't heard the question posed to them all and looked up to see the airship coming and quickly finished off his kebab. Pulling his hood over his head and ears, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and resumed his work on the finer details of Sangue's future arm. Intent on staying as under the radar as he could all of a sudden, after his ...energetic entrance.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea." He took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!" He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Grounds ==> Cafeteria After the sparring matches were threw and the bell rang Sapphire made her way slowly to the infirmary. There the nurse bandaged her rib and ankle and gave her a soft loose slipper for her damaged foot. Then at Sapphire's insistence she also bandaged her hands. It was not that she had injured them but the trick she'd done by grabbing Oswald's sword's had sliced her gloves, aura didn't protect clothing. The bandages were to hide the scares on her hands. After that Sapphire deciding that she didn't really need to attend the remainder of Math or any of History returned to her room to get a particular item, her violin. She walked the grounds looking for a secluded spot. The nurse had given her some sort of anti-inflammatory so she could walk properly. She wouldn't be running for another two days but she could walk. Finally Sapphire found what she was looking for, an isolated spot. She took the violin out it's case and played a song called The Parting Glass. She could of course only play the violin part, there was a guitarist piece and flute accompaniment that went with it but those were instruments Sapphire did not know how to play. She played it three times looking out over the edge of Beacon. Halfway threw her third recital Sapphire heard the bell ring signalling the beginning of lunch. Sapphire made her way to the mess hall, if she wanted to have time to eat she couldn't drop it back at the dorms which was a pity but Sapphire decided not to dwell on it. In the line up Sapphire selected two chicken sandwiches, a side of mashed potatoes, a small plate of apple slices covered in cellophane wrap and a milk. She looked up at the staff member charging for each purchase making sure she was busy with someone who'd taken an impossibly large amount of foot compared to his size. Once Sapphire was sure the woman wasn't looking at her ship popped her violin case open and slid the milk and apples into a three by six slot that was supposed to hold dust cartridges, Janus had the case specialty made, he didn't want her to ever be out of ammunition and she never let her violin out of her sight so the obvious solution was to put the rounds in with the violin. He didn't really consider that she might just take them out. Once she'd paid for her meal Sapphire surveyed the room and decided to take a seat across from Oswald. The table was currently in the middle of a discussion on the uses of math and history and how they applied to combat. "I'd say the wizard there is right, combat is an art form not a science. You find me someone who fights with numbers and calculations and I'll show him what a real fight looks like." Sapphire opened her violin case and set the rest of her meal, the stuff she hadn't paid for next to the stuff she had. Sapphire was just about to take a bite of the chicken sandwich when the girl next to her made some comment about growing up with the state. Sapphire froze, that meant only one thing. "You grew up in foster care?" Sapphire had known foster care and orphanage kids. The times that Janus was away from the house Sapphire spent as far from the place as she could. She'd fallen in with less than reputable crowds but she could always tell the foster kids from the rest. Something about there eyes, they never quite focused on one thing, like they were always looking for a way out.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class As the teacher arrived and gawked at the tank, he then had everyone make their introductions. Daniel was certainly interested in the tank, too, but there were things that were more important than staring at a tank. Everyone then began making their introductions, including Shiro and his somewhat... loud intro. He chuckled when Sapphire mentioned Shiro's brain damage, which Daniel wouldn't really put past him. When Shiro objected and tried to go to Daniel for support, Daniel looked up innocently at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I dunno, maybe in all the excitement you did suffer some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. You know, because the flames ate it all." He then got up himself and made his introduction as well. "My name's Daniel," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty good at making a few things. Explosives, mainly, but I'm working on some others." Satisfied with that, he sat back down and got himself comfortable again. He supposed he had to thank his adoptive father for what skill he had in this.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Rayna Bryson - Armoury All in all, the rest of her class seemed nice enough. A few people seemed to break that trend, however - there was a bit of a spout between an adorable Fox Faunus that she wanted to snuggle and some sort of cat faunus. Then, of course, you had the one guy who decided to drop the bomb-shell that he used to be in the White Fang. Frowning in quick annoyance, she turned to Victor quickly. They were closer and separated from the other groups so she thought that her words was hushed enough. "First the school accepts perverts and now they're accepting terrorists? I thought Beacon had some standards." She could completely understand if someone had put that life behind them but she followed the mentality that if they used violence for their political aims once, they wouldn't hesitate to do it again. When Victor sat back down, she gave him a quick nod of approval and a short smile. "You did good! If you think about it, you did a lot better than that guy..." She whispered, referencing Shiro who didn't look like he was in a good state. "You think he's ok? He looks like he's about to have a heart attack." She seemed concerned, despite her rather cold statement aimed at Geni only a few moments earlier. Finally, she decided that there had been enough people who went before her so she slowly climbed to her feet. Clearing her throat, she began. Hi. Ugh, my name is Rayna Bryson and I specialise in personals and ugh... aeronautics." She seemed to shift after that last point like she was desperate to return to her seat. Unfortunately, however, Professor Chatsworth had other intentions. Adjusting his spectacles, he seemed to final focus on her and apparently was surprised by what he found. "You wouldn't be related to General Bryson, considering your name and your specialisation?" Elijah was sharp, it seemed, and well-versed in the Atlas military power which was utterly horrible for her - she didn't want anyone to know who she was. "Ugh... Yea- Yes sir. His daughter." Her voice was shaky now and she took a second to cast her eyes around the room before sinking down into her seat again. There seemed to be an underlying shame in her past, in her privilege. She didn't go through half of what the others went through and she felt that because of it, she was of less value. People were set on becoming hunters because they knew how horrid life could get but she only ever knew luxury. Her status was her weakness. Professor Elijah Chatsworth His class were a peculiar bunch indeed. First, you had the bot who revealed to the class that he was originally a member of the White Fang, then you had someone who worried Elijah on whether he was having a mental break-down and then there was the daughter of Atlas' General of the Tactical Air Force. However there did seem to be a good trend between all of them - there was no one in the class with no experience in engineering whatsoever. Granted, some of them had worked on tanks while others had just their weapons to speak of but the average was of a good quality. Then there was the odd case of the fox faunus who seemed much too willing to help to help the young man who looked like he was very definitely having a mental break-down now. "That's a very good point, Miss Sabella." Seeming to stroke his beard intelligently, he used the few seconds of free time to decide. "Ok but return to class immediately after delivering him to the sick-bay." And then the boy decided that he didn't in fact need to go. "Ok, return to your seat please." "Right. Now we have all been introduced, let's get down to some actual work. Dust! A wonderful substance indeed! Such great properties..." And thus began a proper lesson in Armoury, not what they thought they would be doing which probably included making things for the entire year.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Good job young man! Truly a warrior in the right place!" the professor offered the praise, nodding at Ben to return to his seat. "I hope you all noted that the cub was more fierce than the books will tell you. Usually the older the grimm manages to live, the more it will learn. that doubles for the wendigos who possess higher than normal healing abilities." Port explained, waving his arm to the door, "Now for our next match, we shall move outside." Leading the class out, it was fortunately a rather sunny day. Perfect opportunity for the students to learn about species that would usually be dangerous to encounter in the wild! "Now, who would like to attempt to tame our next challenge? Mister Bellum perhaps, you seem eager for a chance, come and show us what is in you!" he cheered the student on, the sarcasm in his tone going unnoticed. Whether on purpose no one could tell. "Remember students, to take noted of the fight. this time we will see an adult individual, however, outside of it's usual environment and, most importantly, company." Port teased about the creature before slamming the lock off of one of the many cages set up in the yard before distancing himself He kept his weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as slowly, as if uninterested by the students, a Sitting Bull walked out of the cage and gazed upon Aurellius, as if it was teasing him to make the first move. ______________________________ When Aurellius took a seat next to her, Diamond gave the man an acknowledging nod. He seemed uncomfortable with his suit, which she noticed was a fresh one. It would seem she vacated the mess hall just in time indeed. She watched the fight with interest. The datura their team fought in the initiation was a one of a kind grimm, and she was interested what other danger was out there. It didn't get much different than the beast the guy was facing, so quick and agile compared to the lumbering plant monster. When the fight concluded, the class was moved outside. Diamond guessed it was to prevent collateral damage, which soon proven correct when Aurellius was picked next, and to her great amusement was pitted against an evil piece of steak. She immediately imagined her teammate in one of those ridiculous corrida outfits and had to stifle a fit of giggles.</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni took a seat next to Amy leaving he weapon next to Shiro. He was not the slightest bit worried about it though. Although the kid seemed like he was...loopy, he was still sure the kid was responsible. Unfortunately, Geni did not feel that way about himself, he could not believe he had let that slip. "No, no, no, I am not a part of the White Fang, I left them." He wanted to yell. But what use would it be, they would all look at him the same way. Terrorist, Murderer, Thief, never just Geni. Geni's while demeanor changed, he became quiet, much more quiet than he usually ever was. Anyone looked or sounded peved about his slip he would give them a crippling stare, especially to the Ivan one. Geni made sure he listened to everyone's introduction. Although were some of them were weirder that others. Geni felt uncomfortable the second he heard Shiro's introdutuon, he felt that his property was in danger, but Geni shrugged it off and let it go. The daughter Breyson was something new also, maybe she was afraid of him. Geni immediately shook his head, she was the daughter of the General. What could she be afraid of, a lowly terrorist like him was nothing to her. After the teacher signaled that the introductions were over, he was glad, he was tired of hearing people's voices. Anger and rage had been at the forefront of his emotional state. He had to calm down or something bad was gonna happen, but he could not control himself. Luckily the teacher started a lesson on Dust, just the thing he was looking for. Inspiration took the forefront of his emotions now, pushing the rage under it. Geni wished he had a note book, luckily there was paper and pencils on the desk. He grabbed 2 pices of paper and 2 pencils. With one pencil in each hand he began to scribble furiously on one sheet, and write softly on the other with the other pencil. On one paper he drew a weapon, and a gauntlet, one that encassed the whole arm. On the other he wrote down the notes. He noticed some people using there scrolls but Geni was old school. Geni was finally starting to calm down, unfortunately, the slightest distraction would make him blow.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly-Armory Class Oswald had no idea what to do as Gren attacked Ivan, screaming about taking on the Unsubtle. Yeah, guy was crazy. Oswald wasn't willing to use his Semblance again, not with this many people around. The risk of accidentally ending up inside of someone else was far too great. Thankfully, the other students were more than eager to assist, with multiple people coming in to Ivan's aid. In fact, so many people came that Oswald wasn't even sure who the hell had actually stopped Ivan from getting his head crushed like a grape. The professor scolded the class as Geni made his escape, followed by Sapphire, giving the aggressors involved detention. "So.....who exactly counts as a aggressor here? Cuz I did kinda threaten to unleash the tank...." Awkwardly looking around, Oswald decided to go back to his seat. This class had been an exercise in futility. They'd gotten some good notes about Dust, yes, but it was the first day of school and already people were making allies and enemies. Oswald wondered if he'd made any of either with his speech, but he couldn't be sure. the only person who probably thought of him fondly in any way at this point was Sapphire, and of that he wasn't even sure. That was why it came as a surprise when Marcus praised his efforts, even if they hadn't gotten any results. The team leader was already on his way to his vehicle when Oswald thought of a response, causing him to shrug. Once the professor returned and dismissed the class, Oswald decided to speak to Sapphire. She'd seen his Semblance in action, and it was always a fun time seeing people's reaction to it. Even the people he grew up with never managed to get used to it, though Oswald restricted its usage at most times. "So, that was pretty...." Finding himself unable to come up with an appropriate word, he just blinked for a second or two before continuing. "Yeah. Well, you got to see my Semblance in action earlier than expected. It's always a little unsettling to use, but I'm mostly over it by now. Mostly."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies The red-haired woman applauded the man known as Aurellius for taking down the Sitting Bull with a unnecessarily strenuous, yet entertaining style of fighting. While the style may seem inefficient against human criminals and the like, against certain Grimm, the style actually seemed disorienting enough to catch the beasts off-guard. She wondered what it was like to pole-vault, however. With that in mind, Sangue noticed Ben claiming that he could give her a second set of notes. Her stoic expression never fading, the woman bowed slightly, letting her hair softly move around her neck in interesting ways, before turning back to pay attention to the classes. She truthfully did feel relieved that someone would take notes for her, though she was unable to express such emotions well. She remained quiet, her scarred eye closed with her unharmed eye slightly open.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson made sure to keep an eye on Pricilla until the professor said to pay attention to the grim and not her and Greyson blushed a little in embarrassment and quickly said "yes professor" Greyson said softly as he mumbled "not like I couldn't beat any of them anyways" Greyson said as he went back to paying attention to class regardless of how he felt about Pricilla he needed to make sure he passed the class and stayed with her as a result. Right now Greyson was annoyed at Robert but he decided that Pricilla wouldn't like it if he dueled Robert for Pricilla considering that she wasn't that kind of girl so instead Greyson needed to be smarter then Robert and to do that he needed to pay attention...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Daniel turned around to see Geni already leaping on desks to attack a fellow student. Daniel's first instinct was to grab a desk and throw it at Geni in order to make him stop. Before he could actually do that, however, someone managed to be quicker and stop Geni. Crisis averted, the flames on his arms went out and his hair turned back to normal. As he sat back down, though, he was then given the news that he would be getting detention. "WHAT???" Daniel exclaimed. "Come on, I'm not the one that drew his weapon outside of combat class!" Still, knowing it was futile to argue, he sat back down, arms folded in annoyance. To be fair, his interference certainly didn't help matters. Well, it was just one detention. It's not like it was the end of the world. Sighing, he wondered what was going on with his teammates. Probably something boring and actually related to schoolwork. That reminded him, he was here to learn. Right now, he hadn't gotten to learn anything yet, thanks to the ranting about terrorists and what-not. As the class was dismissed, he was only just a bit more annoyed now. He had been hoping to use this class to get some upgrades for his weapons, but it seems like the time would come later. Oh well. Next up was Survival. That may actually prove to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate At long last, the bell tolled once more. The students, lost in their technology, disputes, education, and combat, had allowed a full hour to slip by. Some left their respective classes sporting bruises and scratches gleaned from their vicious duels against Professor Port's captured Creatures of Grimm; others bore wounds far less obvious and far more impactful. The enemies and alliances made in the year's first Armory class would endure for some time, but exactly how much time those scars would fester was up to the individual. Would they on both sides of the flaring confrontation allow grudge, resentment, prejudice to dictate their further interaction throughout the year? Or would they forgive, and instead focus on the lighter, more companionable side of intimacy? Abel, for one, greeted the bell with a groan. Lost in the battles raging both inside the Grimm Studies classroom and out on the terrace, he had forgotten all notion of time. The liveliness of the class made the whole thing seem like less of a forced learning regimen and more like a party, though the guardian had never allowed himself to become too hyped, lest he also forget why he was here. As he walked from the room, heading to 5th period and the esoteric outdoor classroom of Professor Vorosky's Survival class, he dredged up details from each of the fights that had taken place. First had been the wendigo cub, whose intelligence and cunning had melted into pure rage and given Ben an ultimately easy victory. There was surely something to be learned from that, and not just about Grimm. Next was Aurellius's near-psychotic, ultra-manly beatdown against the Sitting Bull. Following that was Jack's skirmish against the Broodling, and despite the spider-like Grimm's best attempt to slow him down with acid and webbing, it had been utterly flummoxed by the dagger-wielder's uncanny speed. After that, Abel himself had been selected, and found himself pitted against a vicious Harpy. That particular battle had lasted only seconds. A lightning bolt from the Ampere practically reduced the thing to cinders, which was neither entertaining nor educational for anyone, and Abel regretted not being a better sport. Finally, a reluctant Diamond had been called upon to destroy an Itzamna, and after a little initial trouble, managed to gain a height advantage and form what looked like her shadow into a bludgeon. After that, she had actually knocked it out with a tap to the base of the skull, instead of killing it. Despite Diamond's act of passivity, Abel found himself noting want to get on the girl's bad side, and was sure that if she had a fair rematch with Mokuren, that she would be the victor. His thoughts shifted to Survival class as he walked. It had been an obvious pick for him, but what exactly did it entail, he wondered.</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's started to hurt after made line after line, erase after erase. He was finally able to create a concept for a weapon, it as a gauntlet that encased the whole arm, from the shoulder down to the finger tips. The weapon was adorned with claws on the finger tips and a blade that was placed at a 45 degree angle on the forearm. Geni had planed to have the weapon utilize Dust, but his knowledge on the subject was lacking, unfortunately, this was the class that he was supposed to learn about it, and he had wasted it away with his "antics". Geni jumped a little in his seat when the bell for the next class sounded. Thank God., Geni mumbled to himself. The class felt like it was running a little long. Geni stuffed his drawing in his pocket and walked quickly out of class. P.E. was next on the agenda for Geni, a thing that he was all to familiar with. Although Geni was not very muscular, he was lean, and he did have the 6-pack that he assumed the ladies liked. Unfortunately, it was hard to impress the ladies because the most likely had it also, everyone hunter in the school probably had one, there would be no impressing people in that class. Before Geni could walk into PE, he quickly through Ragnorok in his locker and ran to the dorm room to change quickly. He wore a simple white workout T-shirt that conformed comfortably to Geni's body. He then out on a simple matching white shorts. To top it all o he grabbed his white sneakers and ankle socks and made his way into the gym. Geni peaked his head past the gym door. It was a pretty large room, perfect for running around and playing all kinds of sports, even the made up ones. Geni took a tentative step inside before quickly walking inside and finding a spot near the top of bleachers. "Hope this isn't on of those work out classes." he mumbled to himself as pulled out his now wrinkled drawing and examined it and his handy work.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too. After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient. She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag. Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment. Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall. As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?" As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour. Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door. Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms. The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal. Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look. Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman. "Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius Bellum - PE Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away. After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way. Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt. It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized. Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here. Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright. Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary As they guy s spoke, Diamond stole the moment and called dibs on the spare burger as emerald seemed to be too preoccupied to make her choice before the thief starved to death. Diamond figured the kittne liked fish, so she would be fine with other sea food. If not, well, a lesson learned to pay attention to her surroundings, especially food bearing ones. Squeezing the sandwich and taking a bite, she let the odor and taste momentarily scramble her senses. As she ate she listened to what Cobalt and Oswald had to say, and found herself disappointed at the lack of fresh ideas. If only it was this easy to get them to see things her way on the actual mission. Perhaps she was being too harsh judging given they were still bedridden and likely a little shaken from the earlier events, but this was important! They had to figure this stuff out or next week it would be even worse. She wasn't entirely free of the two furry eared distractions in the room though, and while one of her ears picked up the important conversation, the other heard something about cookies, reminding ehr of what was left in her bag. Opening the box she filled the room with the smell of chocolate as she piled them up on a plate. Diamond decided to abandon her observation and escalate to an experiment. Picking one up her eyes flashed white ever so slightly as she flown the cookie out and parked it in between the faunus. One cookie. Two cats. Only one can end up hyperglycemic. she thought in a movie trialer voice. She was happy emerald found a distraction for her worries for a while though... and of course Cobalt the ignorant unfeeling iceheart had to call her out on it, earning himself a glare. "I believe Sapphire is the leader of swansong actually. Not that you would be able to get Tigerboy to focus for more than thirty seconds. And I don't want any weapon, I didn't use any since I was twelve. I'll do fine with the implant for now, I did switch my classes around and paid for some extra tutoring so it should be fine. I wouldn't be mad if we picked something easier to do for next week though, or for however long it takes for us to recover and get our act together." she shrugged. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats @PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @floodtalon@Forsythe Skyra flinched a bit when she heard what had happened to Emerald and her team, but she nodded. "Yeah, some in my team also suffered injuries. And we lost a team member as well." She smiled weakly. "Don't worry about it, I think I am over it already now. Or about to be." When blue-hair-dude told her, they were currently in a team-meeting, Skyra turned to him, bowed slightly and apologized. "I am sorry, I did not notice. I'll leave right away... after having a cookie, of course." She grinned at the sole cookie offered to Emerald and her. Two cats, one cookie. Pretty unfair, no? At least Skyra thought so. After a couple dozen seconds of simply staring at said cookie, a devious smile appeared on her face and a slightly sinister giggle escaped her mouth. With a side-glance she eyed the plate full of delicious cookies on the other side of the room. In the blink of a moment, Skyra was gone from her place beside Emerald's bed and basically reappeared dangling from the celing above the cookie plate with a cookie in her mouth pierced by one of her fangs. She dropped back down hands first. Touching down with her hands first, she launched her body backwards until she landed back on her feet. Backflip complete, massive grin, with cookie in her mouth equipped!</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald was about to say something cheeky in response to Cobalt when a cookie landed between her and Skyra. The gods have answered my prayers! Of course it was then she realized that there was only one cookie, and two of them. She nabbed that cookie faster than one could blink. She liked Skyra but Emerald clearly needed that cookie more! Luckily Skyra had done the smart thing and nabbed a cookie from Diamond's plate. Emerald just grinned as she ate her own cookie. Impressed with Skyra's apparent agility and speed, she clapped. Wait did Skyra say she was gonna leave!? That wouldn't do! "Skyra don't leave after you eat that cookie! If you do I'll probably bite Cobalt..." Emerald devoured the rest of her cookie, before looking at her teammates. "I can multitask I swear! I was totally listening to whatever it was you were saying about team...stuff..."</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald just shook his head at Aurellius and Diamond's antics. He'd have to learn to get used to those two soon enough. At least he wasn't the only one who wasn't very well-versed in the academic side of things. He found himself nodding along with Sapphire when she described fighting as an art form. "I agree, fighting is an art. That's why they're called martial arts. Everybody has their own style that can suit them perfectly if they train and hone their skills while they can. But that said, not everybody is fit for art." Having said his piece, Oswald simply continued eating his meal, listening to the conversation about Semblances, trying to remember everything he could. Jack, Aurellius's opponent, had a kind of extreme speed as his Semblance, where Diamond's opponent Mokuren was able to reflect Diamond's attack back at her. It was when Sapphire asked him about his own Semblance that Oswald stopped. It took him a moment to decide whether he should tell her, but ultimately he decided against it. There was no point in hiding it and getting his ass beat, only to reveal it later. "Sorry Sapphire, but if you want to see my Semblance, fight me again when I can use both arms, and when that rib of yours is healed." He said it with a smile, and meant it. Their second fight would be what really counted, when both were in good physical condition. This first fight had been good to judge their abilities, but with debilitating injuries to both, there was no way to tell which fighter really was 'better'.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled a bit at Oswald's refusal to divulged the functions of his semblance. Even now he was on guard, they were after all from different teams. It was more than conceivable that they might end up fighting side by side but it was equally likely that they would again be forced to face off against each other again. Whether it was in a routine sparring match like today's combat class or in something more guerrilla style like in the Emerald Forest. Of course it wasn't like he knew the specifics of her semblance either. From the information he could have gathered during there last match his best guess would have been that she could become invisible which was close and yet so very far from the truth. Sapphire couldn't be sure if he meant the challenge seriously or if it was just a way to avoid giving up his semblance but it didn't matter to her, if he wanted another fight she'd give him one. "That a promise?" She asked with a certain fire behind her eyes. As she listened to Merlin's explanation of dust Sapphire continued eating. It was as far as she could tell accurate but incredibly dumbed down. Likely because he assumed there was no one at the table that actually had any experience with dust. He probably thought they just bought there ammunition and didn't give the substance another thought. "That's not exactly all there is too it. Raw dust as he says is quite unstable but it is also more powerful. Dust rounds while they aren't likely to explode on your belt don't quite have the same power as raw dust does. Then again even for someone trained it is very easy to lose control of unrefined dust. There is a certain mental component to it and it packs a hell of a punch but it is very very simple for the storm that your controlling to become a force trying to destroy you. It's like owning an untamed dog, it might protect you or it might bite your hand off." After that Sapphire cracked open her milk and took a long swig before starting in on her mashed potatoes.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria "Diamond right?" Sapphire asked her name before continuing to respond to her question. "The whole point of those sparring matches is that they weren't fair, there were no rules besides a basic time limit and some stuff to prevent anyone from getting really hurt. When the real fights come no one is going to care if there semblance is more battle worthy or fair then yours, they're going to try and kick you ass anyway they can and that was exactly what Glynda wanted to see in these sparring matches. If you aren't going to give it your all then Beacon isn't the place for you." Sapphire continued to ate listening to conversations that were starting all around them. Diamond's response to her question about foster care peaked her interest. Sapphire had known a number of street kids, not well given how untrustworthy they were but well enough to know that not many of them ever gave up anything freely or without gain for themselves and that included personal information. The answer that Diamond gave her seemed carefully chosen and mostly devoid of any real information, it was the kind of response that Sapphire usually gave when asked about her family. It meant that Diamond was hiding something a lot deeper but then again it wasn't really any of Sapphire's business. While finishing her mashed potatoes Sapphire decided not to comment. The next conversation Sapphire became interested in was the one a few boys were having a couple of seats away, mostly giving excuses for why they had lost there sparring matches. The thing that really caught Sapphire's attention however was when one of the boys questioned why they needed to learn how to fight humans when there enemy was the Grimm. Sapphire was almost incredulous. "Hey kid," she said tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you stupid or just plain simple?" She asked. It was impossible that he could actually think that the only thing they would ever fight in there life was the Grimm. "Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Sapphire went back to her lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius clapped slowly and methodically as Diamond finished her little show of skill, descending to the table more akin to some sort of goddess rather than a teenage delinquent. He stopped clapping as she sat down to her seat, rather amused. "You know, that could come in pretty handy. Ever thought of performing a magician's show? I'd volunteer for the cutting a person in half." "I'm still trying to make the shadows last when I let go, then it would be perfect. No luck thus far. But yeah, it is pretty useful. And save for walking on air it isn't even too tiring." Diamond shrugged, "You've got a deal on that magic trick whenever you make me mad." she grinned. A chuckle was elicited from the man as he caught wind of whatever the other two at their table had been talking about. Something about their own semblances. He had no clue why the girl had joined their table, but he shrugged, letting Diamond speak to them for a few moments. He began his own little show as Sapphire graced the presences of a few other students near their table. He snapped the plastic fork in half, grinning. "Now, about my power? Well, before I show you, I'm gonna say it'll be a little gross, so if you can't handle it, what are you even doing fighting Grimm in the first place?" The bandages covering his hand slowly became unwrapped, exposing the wound, still oozing slightly beneath. The cut had been stitched up rather quickly, but expertly by the local nurse. "This is probably gonna result in me getting an infection and a lecture from a doc, but I don't really care," he said as he began to dig his other hand into the wound, showing no signs of discomfort as he pulled the sutures, ripping them rather forcefully. "Oh, and I'll need to borrow that kerchief of yours." Relieved of its stitches, the cut was deep and bleeding slightly, exposing the layers of fat and muscle and bone beneath as Aurellius grinned profusely. "Well? Wanna cap a feel? I won't blush." She watched with wonder and then some disgust as Aurelius dug into his wound. The girl was so very glad she already finished her lunch. It was OK to cleave a grimm in half. That happened fast, and it wasn't human. But Diamond could never quite stomach any scene from a surgery or something like that when it was on TV, let alone right in front of her eyes. "Ack, I would have believed you! Probably..." she shook her head, pressing the hanky on his hand. She reached under her hat and pulled a roll of sticking plaster from under it and summoned a knife with her semblance. Cutting a few butterfly stitches from it, she got to work on his wound. "Go get that fixed again, Stupid." He waved the other hand with a sigh. "Its only my hand. I promise not to do such a thing if my entire ribcage is blown out," he said as the pain slowly returned, becomming much stronger than it had before. He winced as she applied medical aid from that bottomless hat of hers. "Y'know, I could probably rip my own arm off if I was motivated enough."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "why, so you can bleed out and the three of us that are left have to split your job? Forget it!" Diamond exclaimed as she finished patching his hand up. She slipped her hand with the plaster back under her hat, searching for the clinch it was supposed to hang on. When that was stowed away, she took one look at her bloodied hanky and frowned. "You can keep that." With that she focused back on the conversation around. "Funny, here I thought fighting Grimm was precisely what Huntsmen did. It's the job of the police to busy themselves with the bloody animals and the like. Either they do that or we should collect their salary." The girl noted. It smelled of trouble to step out of their mandate. Was there an actual class that dealt with the law side of this whole thing? Well, at least she knew a few good lawyers. It might be a way to collect some of those old favors.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom. Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction. By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way. History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." "Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage. "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets. Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Treatment of Marcus' concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly 'move' injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply. The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn't imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father's face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant's rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could. The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals. He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out. "Oh hello. Lunch is done already?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I was just about to go look for you. How are you feeling?" Diamond asked, noticing the careful breathing. She wished she trained her aura to heal others, but alas one could only learn that much in a year, and prior to being thrown into juvy she didn't really care for the wounds of others. "With the way this is going, there won't be students left to fight in a few days." she noticed, before answering the leader's question. "No you still have time, But some guy just wrecked everything that was on the table we were at, so you might wanna take an umbrella or something. The place is minutes form a food fight." she rolled her eyes, "Unless you're happy with vending machines. I'll treat you! Need to go get a new carton anyway." she noted, addressing her yesterday's lack of smokes. Diamond noticed it would be difficult getting a break to get outside during the classes. Maybe it was just as well though, she should cut back on those. Allright, one in the evening and extra if someone pisses me off. Let's try sticking to that. she thought, wondering how long she can keep that drastic of a reduction up.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad couldn't help but laugh at Amy's remark about his pouting, "Don't worry, I won't make it a habit." He said giving Amy a light pat on the back. While they were talking, Sangue let her claw drag on the floor, causing an extremely annoying sound. Trad wanted to say something, but Sangue still had a grumpy look on her face, and the last thing the team needed was for two of them to get in a tuff. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, they had reached the lunchroom. Trad couldn't help but notice the sea of students all chatting and acting as if they had known each other for year. Trying to avoid eye contact, he moved along to get his food. He ended up with some sort of pasta, not exactly the best food for his nerves but he got it anyway. Unable to find a seat, he simply waited until one of the others sat down and joined them.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom The red-haired woman felt hungry at a perfect time. Missing breakfast proved to be an unwise decision, but it also made lunch seem all the more appealing to the normally idle Sangue. Sangue's right eye opened a little wider than before as her claw continued to follow her. She finally seemed to notice the noises her claw was making. Making a small motion with her shoulder, the claw slowly retracted until it was fairly away from the ground. The claw no longer dragged itself across the ground, but now it ominously swung itself around like a hypnosis clock moving at multiple directions. A few seconds later, the claw retracted more, finally causing the contraption to hide itself within her clothes. "..." Sangue finally walked her own path, heading over to get some pasta. She seemed to have trouble holding her own tray, though she seemed confident with holding it on her own. The woman sat at an empty table, staring at the pasta for some odd reason. I don't know what I just picked up. Funnily enough, she never ate pasta before. She simply stared at the food and the utensil she could use to eat it. Her brain began to process how to eat pasta.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Ben set his tray down with a quiet tap, sinking into his seat. In the interests of efficiency he'd picked the first food he found, the result a heaping pile of spaghetti. A drink had proven much easier, as he nabbed a milk on his way to an open seat. He, after a moment of thought, placed himself in the same vicinity as Sangue without getting too close. His team member seemed to desire a little space, and he didn't think he knew her well enough yet to take a seat opposite or adjacent to her. She didn't seem a particularly bad sort, but she was quiet, and more than a little... Unapproachable. He wasn't sure if it was intentional yet, but it didn't seem like a matter to test so soon after being christened a team. He twirled a fork with one hand, loading it with pasta, but eyes idly swept the lunch room. He wasn't particularly surprised by the sheer diversity of students, but it was a touch of culture shock nonetheless. Not just the students themselves, but the way they carried themselves. He saw more than a few weapons tucked away on their owner's person, and many of his new peers carried themselves with a sense of pride. A few seemed to verge on arrogance, if he was perfectly honest. No one seemed to have paid attention to his team's arrival, so they either didn't know about them, or didn't care. Either was possible, but he found the former a little more likely. The odds of absolutely everyone ignoring a team of washouts was pretty minimal. Then again, he admitted to himself as he took a bite of his food, he was probably over-thinking it. "Food's decent, at least." BAST's leader commented to no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla didn't really want to talk to Rayna or anything.. ever since that last performance that she did with Priscilla wasn't a 'haha it's okay. no worries' nope. She wasn't going to forgive that girl that easily. Priscilla may be looking sweet and always happy, but she had a different side... a side where most people won't see for a while. But it's not the time to talk about what kind of side she has, it will soon be showed upon the citizens in the academy. As she was walking away somewhere that wasn't here, her stomach grumbled.. yeah she was hungry but she threw away her food angrily because she didn't want to speak about what happened. Clearly Priscilla wasn't in the slightest mood to be talking about herself being raised upside down and her UNDERWEAR SHOWING! "Huh...?" she turned her head hearing a voice getting closer, a very smoothing geeky voice. It was Robert, she smiled at him grateful that she had someone like him because he was always there for her and he even stood up for her so that was nice of him. As soon as he asked her about going out just the two of them.. her face suddenly blushed, was she just asked out on a date by Robert? Dreams come true! Priscilla bit her bottom lips looking away trying to hide her face from being exposed and Robert seeing her blushing. But she suddenly shook it away, clearing her throat and getting back to seriousness but yet adorable! "Yeah...I would love to go out with you sometime, Robbie.~" her smile was still there though as she wrapped an arm around Robert walking with him and looking at his lunch tray. God.. she wanted some food..!</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Finally finding a place that sold cigarettes, Diamond restocked and refilled the slot in her hat to alwazs have a spare. Looking at the clock though, she growled: There was barely enough time to get prepared for the next class, let alone go light one outside. Fishing out her scroll, she checked for her next class. It would appear that in the afternoon, they would split according to their own whims rather than the teams. She had a hard time choosing between armory and grimm studies, but went with the latter because she hardly ever fought with a weapon and after all, killing grimm was why she came here. The second choice was a lot easier - Fighting melee, she didn'T have any use for practice and she learned how to survive on the streets herself just fine. Remembering the things she had to eat at times, she was fairly certain that anything that could be harvested off of wild nature was better tasting. The sixth period was a tough one, but not because all the options were good. Quite the opposite - either useless, or in the case of computer science, something she was already quite versed in. Still, at least that might make for a good snooze class. Sighing, she checked up which room the grimm studies were in and headed over there, hoping to be soon enough to pick a good seat, somewhere neither too close nor far from the teacher.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding. "That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least." "Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out. Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color. As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate "Not at all," Abel assured. In fact, he had started to grow a little bored halfway through Oswald's explanation, particularly because the two had reached the junction in the hallway where their different classes forced them to split. Fortunately, the feeling was imperceptible beneath a face fixed in its ordinary neutrality. "Sounds pretty rough. Good to know about Sapphire, though. Funny how someone else knows our leader better than we know her, no offense. Catch you later." Though fairly stimulated by the thought of a hardware class, where he would be able to admire and learn from the technical skill of others, Abel knew that he was ill-suited for it. He simple lacked the creativity and mechanical prowess that many others were blessed with. In fact, the closest he had gotten to an idea was some sort of boot that enhanced his kicking ability. Far better, he knew, to attend Grimm Studies, where he would learn every detail about killing specific Grimm while simultaneously not getting killed by them. He strode into Grimm Studies with about forty seconds to spare, noting that the storage hanger (where the rows and rows of weapon-toting, rocket-propelled lockers were kept) was just down the hallway. The Grimm Studies classroom was, at first glance, a lecture hall like Math had been. More careful analysis of the room and its setup, however, revealed that it was more angular in shape, and with a far bigger open area in front the amphitheater-esque seats. Standing by his desk could have been none other than the teacher, a rotund, silver-haired gentleman sporting a bristling mustache. Abel navigated to an empty seat on the front row, noting a few of the other students who had arrived: the pink-haired girly-girl whose undergarments had been revealed in first period, the bespectacled former foe Robert, Merlin with his impressively grassy head, the girl with the red claw arm, and two boys who Abel guessed were her teammates. Neither made much of an impression. Abel was roused from his thoughts by the resonance of the bell, which declared passing period done with. He looked toward the teacher expectantly.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone's favorite subject, the Grimm studies! Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. "Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!" he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures. "But first, a story!" the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students. "But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?" he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside. --- Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps. At last he's got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again. Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Period 4, Armory Class Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either. Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up. "I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?" He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Happy to see more volunteers than in the morning class, the professor nodded. "Do not worry, everyone will get a chance to prove themselves, even if not today. Whether they like it or not." he said, giving a glance to the few that seemed downright opposed to the idea of raising a hand. Looking at the volunteers, he noticed that among the first were the members of team Bastion. He remembered their story from the faculty meeting and realized full well they would want to prove themselves. Very well, if the headmaster believed they deserved the chance, he would be all too happy to see what was in this year's crop of adventurous blokes. "Mister Lloyd, why don't you show us how it's done?" he said, waving his arm in the boy's direction. "And do not worry, we have time for more matches today and there are plenty grimm where this one came from. In the meantime, I want the rest of you to observe. Identify the creature. Find it in your books and as the fight progresses, compare the weaknesses of the cub to those of the adult." the professor instructed as he waited for Ben to get ready. When it was time, his rifle-axe struck the lock and released the monster. It was angry. They caught it. They kept it in an agonizing hunger. They were going to pay. It would feast on their blood today. There was a source of anxiety right in front of it that drawn it like a magical lure. Someone who wasn't sure they belonged. Well, the wendigo would gladly relieve the human of his peril. Snarling, the creature charged at the boy.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Name: Marcus Goldstein Location: Armoury class => Practice Status: Good Outside of the dramatic reveals, Armoury class was actually rather soothing to Marcus. Just routine maintenance, something to keep his thoughts focused while not being too taxing. Before the hour was gone he had figured out what caused problems with the left tread. It was simple really. Somewhere during their little romp in the woods the remains of a tree stump had lodged itself between the hull and the main drive wheel. However the drive train had so much grunt behind it that it had started to grind down the wood to mulch rather than jam. Once the massive clod of dirt and roots had been pried free with the liberal application of grease and a large crowbar, it ran like clockwork once more. Marcus was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice the bell had rung until the teacher physically tapped him on the shoulder. One profuse apology later, he reversed the Unsubtle out of the classroom and drove towards the firing range. While the tank rode, Marcus was still seated on the engine deck as he hastily bolted the tread guards back on. "Good afternoon." he greeted the rest of class as the Unsubtle settled in place. A couple of more twists of the wrench and that bolt was back in place, just two more to go.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid - Survival Class Armory did not go as well has he'd hoped. One emotional incident and the entire class had been derailed. He hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence. He'd hate to have to lose class time to deal with every student's melodrama. At least he was able to lay out the ground works for a new weapon project he had before the class was dismissed. The teacher had said everyone physically involved in the incident was going to receive a punishment, though Gren wasn't sure if he was one of the guilty. He hadn't done much, but perhaps it was too much anyways. He stayed quiet and simply left the class. If he was to be punished, than they know where to find him. He did hear, before leaving, the professor call out Sapphire for being initially absent. Gren hadn't noticed but than again his team leader had a tendency to wander. Wouldn't do her any good to leave class just because the teacher stepped out however. But she was responsible for herself and surely shouldn't cause any trouble... At least nothing she can't take care of. The next class Gren found himself in was Survival. He had followed the path of overgrowth and the sound of a guitar strumming to find the class in a old building. Only a few others had arrived so far and none form his team. Either they had different classes or he was the first to arrive. The teacher, the one playing the guitar, invited the students to sit and eat. Gren wasn't hungry however but he did take a spot near the fire. Gren had to take The God Eater off his back and set it down in Gren's lap. He gazed into the fire momentarily, thinking about the past. "Fire... My old friend..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's eyebrows knitted when he noticed Ivan walk into the gym and found a place to do his own stretch's. At that moment Geni felt a rush of emotions, rage, pity, remorse, disappointment. It was like this guy catered his schedule just to always end up with Geni. You no that's not true. Geni thought to himself. Geni sighed and raked his hands through his hair, this class had gotten unbearable all of a sudden. Geni eyes flicked over to the entrance when 2 men walked into the gym. He stood up and walked down the bleachers, doing his best to stuff his drawing in his pocket as he jumped down each stair. He assumed that he was they were the teachers, so it was beast he got down were they could see him. Geni placed his hands in his pocket and leaned back on his heels as the man talked. he could not help but chuckle when the man asked them to let him know if they had any aliments. He could just imagine someone collapsing in the middle of a game. Geni groaned when he heard that they would be doing a few laps. He had no problem running, he loved it, but only when he wanted to, and he did not want right know. Geni sighed as he followed the teacher outside the gym onto the track. The sudden burst of bright light made his eyes water, he immediately wiped it away not wanting anyone to think otherwise. "2 miles" the couch mused. Geni felt a twinge of annoyance, that was a lot of running. Geni simply growled under his breath, and took of running down the track. He was not sprinting, but he was running fast enough to be ahead of the other students. He made sure that he applied what he had learned about running, he concentrated on softening the sound of his foot when it hit the ground. Shortening the amount of time that his foot was in contact with the ground, and making sure that his upper and lower body were always in sync. He took light breaths through his nose as he ran. Easy run, its only about...8 laps. He sighed as he ran and pushed ahead.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amaranth, PE "Hey, our business relationship was terminated." Amy winked at Diamond almost imperceptibly. "I never expected to see you here, though. Diamond Frost as a huntress... Never thought-" And then she was interrupted by Agesander. She turned her attention to him, breath catching when she realized that both Ivan and Geni were in this class. Hopefully they wouldn't get into it again. Two miles, Agesander said. She could handle that amount of exertion, but... Amy definitely wasn't a fan of starting out with running. Still, she supposed it could be worse. It was a beautiful day outside, the campus was exquisite. Amy was not near as conscious of how she was running as Geni was-she had learned her running methods through a little too much experience-but she was still proficient at it.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Not by my choice." Diamond replied in kind, dropping her voice so that only Amy and her Vulcan hearing would notice, "And I never expected Diamond Frost to be caught either." she hissed in annoyance. Her pride would probably never recover from that. She involuntarily shuddered. The teacher interrupted and apparently thought that the first part of them to be turned into jello would be legs. Oh well, she didn't exactly hate jogging, although she wished she brought her hat. The lack of the familiar weight on the top of her head was strange. "You know..." she spoke again as they went towards the line that marked the start, "have you ever thought of staying in the employ of just one person? I certainly would have given you that spot." the redhead smirked as she got ready at the line, waiting for the clock to reach a full minute so she could time her run. "I still might, although I suppose you'd have to go through an interview." she grinned. Just then the clock finally hit the mark and Diamond went ahead, leaving the company behind her. She finished in 10:56.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia - Arriving at practice. A young, brunette faunus approached the practice range quickly, hoping she wouldn't be late to her first class at Beacon. She grinned excitedly at the thought. Imagine that! Her, a student at one of - no, the best school for aspiring huntresses such as herself. The idea seemed to add to her already infinite energy, and she arrived in front of a young woman in... some sort of armor? Tilting her head respectfully, Sepia apologized for her apparent tardiness. "I'm sorry that I was late, professor. I just received word of my acceptance and came as quickly as I could." While waiting for a response, Sepia mentally compared her attire with that of her superior's. Battle armor and an expensive, short, frilly dress. Oh well, at least she'd remembered to bring Orthus.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus blinked as he recognised the professor's voice and immediately swallowed dryly. "Yes ma'm." Marcus acknowledged her commands and dismounted. One of the other students, a new face with striking emerald green eyes, made a remark that caused him to wince. "Yeah, funny you should mention that." Marcus replied uncomfortably. The entrance exams obstacle course was a prime example of a challenge still based around the idea of hunters as purely infantry. The rules had only specified that participants had to stay inside of the bounds and complete the course in whatever way they saw fit. While many an obstacle had been designed with more than one way to overcome it, 'complete obliteration' had not been one of them. Probably. Outside of miss Iderson, the other referees were too busy frothing at the mouth or staring at the wreckage to give Marcus a straight explanation about that particular detail. He had not stuck around long enough to find out the specifics. Once miss Iderson confirmed that he had passed he promptly vacated the area before the other referees could strangle him for what he had done to the course. He still did not know if he was even allowed to go back there anymore. Still rather than dwell on the past it was time to get himself a rifle and start the lesson. Marcus felt more at ease inspecting the weapon, checking if it was loaded or not and other busywork. Not that the heavy bolt action needed attention. Gunmen often joked that this particular design was dreamed up by two drunks on the back of a napkin. Simple, reliable and with enough oomph to knock an Ursa on it's ass with just the shockwave of the bullet. Armed once more he stood at the ready for further instructions.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Rowan Iderson, Practice Rowan tapped on her scroll, opening a new message from Professor Ozpin- Sure enough, she had a new student. She tapped a few more times. "Welcome to Practice, Sepia Russet. Your excuse checks out, and I've emailed the ground rules to your scroll, alongside a video message from my aide. If you need any equipment like a rifle or have any questions, ask me." Her eyes went over Sepia's clothing and she frowned slightly in distaste. "Your clothing is completely unacceptable for what this class expects. You have ten minutes to retrieve running shoes, a suitable shirt, and pants. I suppose a 'combat skirt' can be dealt with, but Esther may not think the same–and she'll be handling a large amount of the more basic training. In case you do not have an acceptable outfit, I'm arranging for a set of secondhand combat clothes to be sent to your locker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get the rest of the class on the obstacle course. The clock is ticking." Rowan tapped twice more on the Scroll, then compressed it and put it back in the holder at her hip. "As Esther said, we're running the course first and doing target practice after. No weapons or equipment are necessary for your first run, which you should be thankful for. They're heavy and restrict movement. The prescribed course is simple. Esther, care to explain it?" Amaranth Desire, PE Amy took off after Diamond. The other girl had always probably been faster than her, and normally the hawk Faunus would have been more than willing to let it slide. No reason to set the bar for herself high on the first day. But she and everyone on Team BAST were living on luck and borrowed time until they could prove that they could compete on the level of everyone else at Beacon. To that end... Amy pushed herself as hard as she could, practically sprinting on the last lap to pass Diamond and finish earlier than her–and hopefully everyone else, but there was no telling if someone in the class was some kind of fanatic athlete. She turned to Diamond as she stopped at the end of the run, trying to cover how much exertion she had put herself through, though she couldn't mask that her chest was heaving. "I would have to interview? Now I'm the one who's hurt."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The thug was happy with her time. All that jumping over rooftops and various other fun activities from her past life left her with quite the stamina. All the more surprising when Diamond saw Amy zoom right past her on the last stretch. Taking a few seconds to pay up the oxygen debt, she looked at the birdbrain curiously. "You got something to prove?" she asked. Chuckling at her question, Diamond shook her head. "Two year's plenty time for people to change. I meas just look where we are. And you have to agree a contract and an employ are different things. Who knows, maybe you'd hate the new good me?" the ex-thief said with the most insincere of innocent faces. "Tell you hwat, let's go someplace nice to eat on the weekend and catch up, hm?" she winked.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Practice All told shooting paper targets was rather relaxing. Especially at ranges that Marcus could hit them with low powered phlegm. He spent a few seconds just getting his breathing right. Just because the targets were in what most hunters would consider 'melee range' did not mean he should not take it seriously. He still had a bet to win. Stand straight, aim with both eyes open, exhale steadily, and then gently squeeze. His grandfather likened it to pinching the bottom of a pretty girl when he taught Marcus the skill. A small hole appeared an inch above the bullseye. Marcus was not good with girls. Nonetheless the shooting lessons resounded well with his slow and steady approach to life. Each and every shot was sent downrange with great care, to the point Marcus was only on his fourth shot by the time most others were already finished. Unfortunately some poor sod had the terrible luck to get too close, and like it was pre-aimed the hot casing ended up inside the shirt of the bespectacled boy. "You hurt?" Marcus asked dryly as he flicked the safety back on. While doubtful that the brass did anything other than irritate, it was only polite to ask. Frankly though Marcus simply wanted to go back to shooting again.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Wow, what a ripoff. I should have confiscated the trinket at least." Diamond whispered to Amy as they headed off to the lockers. As soon as the door to the gym clicked shut behind her, her posture slumped. "Oooow," she complained, "First combat, then grimm studies, then this. So glad the next class is computers. I can't wait to sit around and do nothing for an hour." Checking the time, she figured out there was plenty of time to get a shower before she had to head to the next class. If she wasn't sweaty before, she certainly was now and it was starting to feel like a second skin. To be honest, she would have taken the shower even if it meant being late to the next class. Grabbing her hat she didn't even bother changing and headed straight for the team's room. The hot water did wonders, washing part of the fatigue away. It made Diamond want to crawl into bed and sleep, but alas there was still one period she had to attend before she could go laugh at everyone who picked and optional. Truth to be told, the girl was wondering why art and botany would be taught at combat school - she supposed it was more to give the students time to relax, which she could do on her own just fine - and she didn't take psychology for a science. When she was done she got into a new change of clothes and headed of to the next class, wondering what that would be like. So far none was exactly what it appeared to be on the first sight, and if experience was anything, there would be a great amount of physical exertion incorporated in it somewhere. That train of thought got derailed however when she saw the teacher, who she could only describe as a metal boy band reject with a hair of that length and amount of metal embedded in his face. Well, at least he looked geeky enough to know what he was teaching. Walking into the classroom with a greeting, Diamond took her place and waited for the bell.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Evening. Oswald turned to Gren, his eyes showing just how defeated he felt. "Definitely. Grimm aren't exactly tough....usually." Frowning, he lifted his arm to show off his broken wrist. "That certainly didn't help with this class either. I swear, if it had been my right arm that got fucked up, I'd have gone insane. Not being able to use my shield right is one thing, but my sword? No thanks." Finally realizing that Gren had offered to help, Oswald nodded for a moment before replying. "That would be helpful. Yeah. Really helpful. I may or may not have only managed to give my avatar a cloak. A green one." Visibly deflating at his revelation, Oswald frowned. "So it might be more of you teaching me how all of this stuff works. It's been a while since I've worked with....advanced technology. Advanced meaning anything more complex than a radio and a compass." Shrugging, Oswald realized that he needed to get to the Armory for some work. "Thanks for the offer, Gren, but right now, I need to get to the Armory. I have some great plans for this sword now that I have access to a proper forge and all that. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other anyway, what with Sapphire and I making sparring plans." Giving the other boy a curt nod, Oswald turned away, missing the flair his cloak would have given him, before making his way to the Armory. ----------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours later, a sweat-drenched, shirtless Oswald finished his work on the Trepanation Blade. It had taken a lot of concentration, lube and good old-fashioned elbow grease, but his sword's handle could now be rotated on a set of hinges and magnetically attached to his gauntlets, essentially enabling his sword to transform into an oversized, drilling Katar. Such a modification allowed him to make full use of his sword's deadly thrusting attacks, as well as adding an entire level of versatility that could make him a more unpredictable combatant, which was always helpful. Sighing contentedly at the job well done, Oswald stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow, screwing up his face as he smelled himself. "I will never get tired of this feeling." The air on his body was cool, and the moisture served to accentuate the scars on his chest and arms. His pectorals, shoulders and upper arms all had neat, horizontal lines going across them, as well as his back. They would be obvious as stretch marks to more than a cursory glance, but at the moment, Oswald didn't much care if anybody saw. Grabbing the towel he placed next to his workstation, Oswald dried his body off before looking to his clothes and armor. His brigandine and shirt were carelessly tossed to the side, the latter atop the former, while his gauntlets and pauldrons were carefully laid on the ground near them. He partially put his shirt on his body, not caring to button it up, before hauling his brigandine over his shoulder and loosely affixing his gauntlets. Carrying his pauldrons in his arms, Oswald made his way back to his team's dorm, pushing the door open with his shoulder. "Hey team, just got back from doing some work on my sword. Neat little new feature, it can swivel on my arm into, basically, a Katar. Mag-locked to my gauntlets like that, too. How were your days?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus felt like he stepped out of a hot shower when the lessons of the day were over. Truly sharpshooting and a little programming was the way to spend a quiet afternoon. The professor, once he realised what Marcus' semblance could do, had actually made him work by hand, an approach Marcus had not even considered once. Ni turned out to be right though, as the manual work made Marcus realise what a horrible clunky mess he made mentally with stray thoughts scattered everywhere throughout his programs. He'd been so absorbed in what the man had to show him Marcus barely even greeted his teammates in the lesson, too absorbed in work. Once the assignments were done he started to overhaul the programming for the Unsubtle's various systems, ironing out kinks he had never even realised were there in the first place. Like his old mechanics teacher told him, simplicity was the hardest. After the lesson Marcus disappeared into his garage for the standard day to day maintenance on the Unsubtle. After that he settled in MODA's dorm for some paperwork and finally, more code work. His coat and hat were set aside for the moment, on his bed neatly folded with millimetre precision. As Oswald came in Marcus was still engrossed with the screen and barely looked up. "The morning aside surprisingly soothing and informative, thank you. How's your injury by the way? I've thought of putting MODA up for light mission work, but we'll need medical clearance." the officer replied absent-mindedly. Then Marcus processed what he had seen on Oswald's chest and did a double take. "Also wow. Those scars look painful. Ritualistic?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The rest of her afternoon went rather dull - not that Diamond would complain. As soon as she vacated the library, her steps took her outside rather hastily, her fingers itching for the cigarette. She hated to admit it, but the task of quitting this particular vice might be harder than it looked. To her great displeasure the smoke burned up all too quickly, but she managed to restrain herself to only one with the aid of a bag of chips that blissfully kept her hands and mouth busy as she returned to their room. As she walked by, she stopped to check the board in the main hall. Out of curiosity she took a look at the missions roster, knowing Friday would have them on one. Mostly they seemed dull and offered pathetic little in cash payout, but one did catch her eye due to the overseer. She figured it could never hurt to make contacts in a company like the SDC - as long as they didn't dig too much in her background. She returned to the dorm, wanting to just lie down and sleep off the strain the classes put on her. Whoever was composing their schedule was a sadist, putting all of the physically exerting classes into a single day. And the day after the initiation too! Passing through the door she took one look around the room and nodded a greeting before making a beeline for her bed, collapsing on it with a sigh of relief. Overhearing Marcus talk about the missions brought her earlier inspection to mind. "Hey boss, take a look at this." she said, fetching her scroll and sending him a link to the convoy escort. "Good credits, pays well, and seems fit for your... unique equipment." she suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald had spent the week watching his team leader slowly losing his mind in preparations for the mission. While he had to admit that it would likely be among his greatest challenges to date, he also took comfort in the fact that the mission was rated 'B', a small amount lower than team MODA's first group venture: the Datura they'd killed together. The fact that they'd had four days to prepare was also rather helpful. Especially with Marcus having gone beyond overboard in his ideas for what to set up for them. After the announcements, Oswald decided to look around the auditorium for a short while. They weren't needed just yet, and the scene that Shiro was making was absolutely hilarious. At least, from the outside. The tiger jumped from one team mate to another, fortunately (for him) not doing the same to Sapphire, which probably saved his life in the process. Walking over to the remaining three as Shiro ran off, he gave the team an appraising nod. "Hell of a kitty you three got there. Remind me to get you all some catnip come Dustmas. You think this is bad? We had a puma kid back at home and....well, someone spiked his drink once. It ended with a broken leg and twenty hours of clean-up duty for everybody. Each." Chuckling at the memory, he gave them all a nod and looked off at where Shiro ran off. "I'll leave you to take care of him. Let the wind guide you on your way and the sun blind your foes." Taking his leave, Oswald got outside just in time to hear the Unsubtle ask their Schnee contact and Diamond if they'd ordered a can of whup-ass. A laugh shook his body as he offered an armored hand to their contact. "I'll have to apologize for our leader. That tank of his is a bad influence on his personality."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate It took a lot to get Abel thoroughly hyped, but of all his moments in Beacon so far, this probably took the title. Sure, the initiation ceremony had been great, but pride didn't quite equate to nerve-firing enthusiasm. Over the previous days, a routine quickly established itself, but familiarity didn't necessarily breed ease. If anything, the teachers started pushing harder after the first day. Having picked up from their various initial tests the strengths and weaknesses of the students, they professors dug in without hesitation. Goodwitch, for instance, remedied the tenacity with which Abel, -not content with further loss after the first day- fought one-on-one by having him face multiple, smaller opponents at once. Without a tool designed for defending against multiple intelligent opponents at simultaneously, Abel found himself a large, clumsy target, pestering with weak but hard-to-punish strikes whenever he attempted to focus on one person. Finally, on Thursday, the punching bag had turned the tables. By altering his traditional two-handed spear stance into a one-handed lance stance, using the armor on his left arm to block and retaliate. He hadn't decimated the opposition, to be sure, but he'd improved. His comfort zone had always been at range, but if pushing himself to greater heights meant leaving it behind, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Abel found himself suddenly accosted by Shiro, perched upon the tall boy's broad shoulders like a jockey. "Yeah, I'm excited," he admitted, possessed of a slight smile equal parts embarrassment and affection for his jovial faunus friend. "We're gonna rock that shelter, no doubt about it." Impulsively as he had come, Shiro was off on a vigorous quest to find his equipment. Abel had the luxury of being able to avoid such a trip, though perhaps for the wrong reasons. He was so used to wearing his armor that, whenever formality didn't require him to be in his enormous student uniform, he wore the metal atop his normal clothes in class. Like much else, it was habit, and not going away anytime soon. He returned Oswald's nod when he saw it, believing the motion to be as a gesture of greeting. "Catnip's probably not good for him. Clean-up's rough. Thanks for the well-wishes; I hope your luck is just as good." The Ampere was propped against the wall of the auditorium nearby, and Abel summoned it to his hand with a flick of his semblance. He hadn't seen Sapphire yet, but he didn't need her to take initiative. "See ya at the airships, Gren." A few minutes later, Abel stood only a few hundred feet away from one of the mammoth vehicles designated to the school for ferrying students. He looked over the edge of the cliff, at the forest that gave way to the buildings and streets of town below. It was a beautiful vista, and it instilled him with the same on-top-of-the-world feeling that permeated him when he stood upon the walls back home.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Come on, what's the holdup? Time is money!" Diamond said, already seated atop of the tank on the warm engine deck behind the turret. She didn't get a good long look at the machine yet, and was not at all amused when she saw it didn't count with crew larger than one. "Hey boss, mind bolting on something to at least hold on to next time? If I knew the ride would be less comfortable than a livestock wagon I'd have ordered a cab. Time for an upgrade!" she pouted, taking care to avoid getting her white coat smeared up with grease. Dropping the mocking tone, her mind clicked into business mode. "What's the lay of the land and did anyone get a look recently?" she asked, not at all fancying the idea of going in blind, especially if a few convoys already vanished on that route.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| ???? So the plan was to go through the front with the password...? Well, the problem for Jack right now was the mingling aspect, if he avoided talking with anyone and passed by with few words he should be able to easily mingle. His mind worked fast, but he could barely make a new personality for himself on the spot, but it didn't seem to be a requirement, so researching one wasn't needed. "Right, I guess I'll go first and check the place out, see ya". --- "Where'd you get that sword?" "Lady of the Lake gave it to me, pretty nice of her too", the bouncer raised an eyebrow, it wasn't the exact phrase, but it had all the meaning to pass. He simply said 'go on through', and Jack was in. He himself didn't know what to expect while he was in there, so he made it a thing to keep to the edges and away from the main party.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Convoy escort "You know, given that it would help keep me alive, I think I can help with the resources part. But I ran into different problem when I contacted a professor for advice on something I wanted to do - I got stonewalled!" Diamond complained, "They might not let you use the workshop just like she didn't give me the information I wanted. Instead I got told that we'll talk provided we succeed here. You might have to wait until we get enough missions done right." the girl shared her experiences. "It makes a certain kind of sense, but it's still a pain in the #..." When he asked for a proof, she shook her head. "If you grew up where I did, you'd think the same. People are not all nice and these things happen, for both wrong and good reasons. A white fang member with easy to hide traits on one side, undercover cop on the other. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe i'm not, but life taught me to be vigilant and skeptical." she shrugged. She listened to Marcus' plan, nodding along the way and memorizing it. She figured the military buff would have procedures like these drilled in memory, and they were time proven. Her own experience was limited to car chases, which was hardly applicable here. The formulation 'when the ambush happens' instead of an 'if' did little to ease her mind, although Marcus redeemed himself a little by stressing out the plan was to get the hell away and not to stay and fight. When asked for suggestions, Diamond pointed to the radio they requisitioned to contact reinforcements. "We can use that to keep in contact with the front through the tank's radio. I'd rather have even half a minute warning if you spot something suspicious."</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Gambit Success! "I worked fast food a couple summers ago. Seen things you'd never believe." Luke replied with a smirk. Within seconds, the wristwatches were gauntlets once more and he turned to face the two leader-types left standing. He liked these odds much better than before. Much, much better. Stepping his right foot back but not quite bringing his guard up just yet, he scrutinized the two further. Not much to tell besides "White Fang Member a step above the fodder". Hm. So I don't know anything 'till they show me. With that in mind... "Mind if I ask what the odds of us coming to a peaceful resolution here are? I'd rather we have a chat than get our hands dirty." Two parts bravado, one part actual truth. It ended up coming out sounding much cooler than the fact of the matter. He wasn't too enthused about fighting somebody he knew nothing about. They didn't need to know, though.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort "Go around? Dude you have a giant gun can't you just blow it up?" truck driver 3 complained. The tall wiry man Marcus privately dubbed 'captain hook' given the unfortunate shape of his nose and his tendency to assume he was in charge. "Negative three. Might as well ring a giant dinner bell that we're here. I don't want to attract the attention." Macus replied coolly. His gun remained pointed at the fallen pile regardless. Optics zoomed in at the base of the quartz pillar, searching for the signs of the work of men. Pickaxes, high explosives, water cutters and their like all left highly tell-tale marks, if one knew what to look for. The thing that stood out in this case was the honeycomb of small tunnels cut through the rock at the base. Marcus chuckled when the answer struck him. "People, it was the bugs themselves that did it. I took a closer look at the pillar, they made so many tunnels at it's base that it became unable to support itself and just fell over." he said over the radio. He chuckled again, sitting up straighter. Stupid bugs got him all excited for nothing. "Mister Rice I make up only a quarter of this team. Be assured that Oswald, Diamond and Aurellius are very capable in combat as well. Anyway Oswald the basic plan for the trucks is to make a run for it should something happen, remember?" Marcus said. Had he not been clear enough in his briefing? Whatever the case, it could wait, truck two spotted something ahead of them. "The hell?" Marcus muttered as he zoomed in on their destination. The camp was surrounded by the wrecks of the previous convoys, fortified to hell and back. One convenient bottleneck remained as a pseudo entrance. This wasn't good. He counted at least seven different weapon traces in the battered transports. A fuzz entered his mind as the tank crossed some invisible threshold. "Fuckblaarghaaddam." he snarled and threw a specific switch. Instantly nearly a full half of his sensors dropped dead. There was only so much military surplus a teenager could get his mitts on even with his parents helping out with paperwork. So by necessity a lot of the after-market electronics he'd strapped on where not rated against this level of jamming. He blinked as he absorbed what Diamond yelled at him up on the turret. Okay, get a grip now Goldstein. "To sum up: Radio's gone, a lot of my sensors are shot, and the camp is a write-off. That jamming means the ambush is already started. By the time reinforcements get here either we're dead or they're gone. Instead, Oswald, Aurell and me are going to attack them from the left. You sneak around and shut down that jammer. If you can grab paperwork or anything else that points to who is behind this and how they worked." he half shouted. These orders needed to be crystal clear, no pun intended. That done he slowed down to let Diamond off if she wanted to. Further forward Oswald had the common sense to stop the trucks instead of run forward into an obvious choke-point. Marcus just prayed the drivers kept their engines idle. Breaks squealed as the tank came to a halt next to the lead truck. "Trucks, back to Vale! We are clearing the camp and we'll radio you when we're done. Oswald, Aurellius on me, we are going to bust a wall down and sweep this place clean." the young officer ordered. Implied was the order that if no word was received from MODA the truckers were supposed to keep running all the way back and get them reinforcements. Or at least arrange a nice funeral. Once the two hunters had joined Marcus he went into a bit more detail. As he spoke he drove away from the entrance, going around the camp in a wide arc. "Diamond's off to look for the radio jammer, we are the distraction. The enemy is a humanoid rebel group of some description. Check your targets! Could be prisoners or Diamond in there. For the rest, make some noise. We want all of their attention on us!" Marcus outlined. "Can do!" Aurellius replied with an eager grin. The whine of his minigun spinning up underlined his words.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Convoy Escort Nodding at the instructions, Diamond shed her coat and put it somewhere where the tank seemed the least greased and muddied. Unlike her usual blouse, she had a black turtleneck below that was much better for moving around. And around her neck was a scarf that she now pulled over her face, praying her teammates wouldn't ask why she was carrying gear that made her look like a crook. As the tank slowed down, Diamond jumped off and headed in the opposide direction, sticking to cover where she could. Her gear was designed for the night and was quite obvious against the grass and quartz all around, but the undergrowth was high enough to hide her on the last stretched as she crept closer to the improvised wall, flattened against the ground. So far it looked like she remained undetected, judging by the lack of alarm ringing and guns shooting in her general direction. The girl slid along the wall towards one of the points where it wasn't as high. Listening in for a second to hear whether there was a watch on the other side, she used her semblance to summon a few platforms which she used to leap over the barricade. Landing on all four, Diamond quickly glanced around and found a shady spot to hide in. She recited her objectives in her head to remind herself of her task. Find and disable the jammer. Look for intelligence. Where would those be? Right, the jammer would need a big aerial. A quick glance around the compound told her exactly where to look. Intel would most likely be located in an HQ of sorts, which Diamond guessed would be too heavily guarded to access without a fight. However, where there was an antenna, there was also a communications station. Perhaps she could pull some logs off of there. Taking a breath she looked around for guards before waving between the buildings, doing her best to stay out of sight. The thundering bang as the rest of her team got to work only helped somewhat. true, some guards left their postings to go help deal with the threat, but the rest was now perfectly vigilant.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald - Totally lost - A drop of sweat escaped Emerald's face. She looked all around her with frantic, erratic movements. "AHHHHHH I'm totally lost!" Maybe running off on her own hadn't been such a great idea. Emerald waved her hands in the air frantically, running in a circle. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna run out of water, then I'm gonna die! They'll find nothing but bones!" She paused in her panicking when she remembered something important. She had a scroll. She opened it up and quickly found a map of the school. "Ah okay, I'm not gonna die, phew." That had been a close one, she decided that the wisest thing to do now would be to head back the way she came and hopefully find that tour guide. She started running with abandon, hopefully they hadn't started the tour without her! She'd miss the tour snacks! Wait, did they have tour snacks? She hoped so! The assembled group outside of Ozpin's office heard what sounded like wind blowing at high speed as Emerald sped toward them, nearly crashing into the group as she came to a sudden stop in front of them. She panted, bracing herself against her knees as she caught her breath. She looked up at Sarina. "Sorry! I got excited and ran off to explore but then I got lost and thought I was gonna die and that all that would be left was my bones but then I remembered I had a scroll and I looked at the map and ran all the way back here because I didn't want to miss the tour and by the way are there snacks?" She was speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with her.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort The camp was in ruins. No one was left inside. Bodies, burning ruins and broken tools littered the inner field. Far too many by Marcus' own hand. He counted those shot by Aurellius. Under his orders MODA smashed everything like an out of control Sitting Bull. He might as well have pulled Avalon's trigger himself. "Better than an action movie right?" Aurellius said. "Too bad I didn't get to do much but hey that's how the dice land." Marcus said nothing in return. Personally he felt like Oswald looked, but he stowed it for later. There were still people to save. He could still do some good. He had to do some good here. He could drown himself in what ifs and unanswered questions later, now was the time for action. The convoy still had two trucks left that were making a run for it. The autoloader rattled as another HE shell slid into the breech. To an outsider the cannon solution might have appeared like overkill. However it was the best option Marcus had. Close quarters was out, machine guns would be less effective, and finally the bugs were tiny. That made them highly susceptible to death by overpressure. Once more an artificial earthquake shook the ground as another shell thundered downrange. Compared to the other spectacles of destruction the explosion was almost mundane. The thickest part of the bug swarm simply ceased to exist, replaced in a flash of light by a small mushroom cloud. Meanwhile another mental track analysed. Their behaviour indicated the bugs wanted the fire to spread. There was nothing that could be done about the source of the flames but wait for it to burn out, no available fire extinguisher would put out the white phosphorous. The acid the bugs used would do a number on everything MODA had to offer, let alone the camp. So why were they not swarming over the camp? Why bother with the fire? What was the cause of the jamming? Was it related to the bugs and if so how and why? Who were the humanoid attackers of the convoy then, if any? Far too may questions needed answers. "So what now boss?" Aurellius asked. "Now. Now we hold our ground. Defend the camp. I doubt this is over." Marcus said tonelessly. "If however, it is over. We regroup, find some answers, then move on from there."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Out of the Frying Pan First universal rule of fighting in all forms... Well, guideline, but treating it as a rule is smart. Perhaps the greatest lesson he'd ever learned from the very same coach that had always told him to try and emulate his prodigy sister-- Stay off the center line! Feeling his eyebrows begin to singe away, the gauntleted teen juked forward and to the side, simultaneously closing distance and evading a crispy, untimely conclusion to their short battle. That said, he needed to keep this up. Casting fireball undoubtedly gave this Mordred guy the range advantage, and that was something he absolutely needed to take away! He kept pressing inward, trying to close the distance between him and his opponent. If I can just get my hands on him, I'll be in a much better position to do some work. Luckily, he only had a few feet to go, and then the next issue'd be dealing with that sword. Either try and in-fight, or just take him to the ground. Those seemed like the best options. Keeping an intelligent defense up all the while, Schwarze continued working his way into range.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Having finally caught up with the now stationary tank, Diamond jumped up with a loud thump. "Say what?" she said, a bit of anger in her voice. "That's not the mission. That's to protect the trucks! The camp was a write off even before we showed up, look at what's left of the truck! The bugs would have gotten the camp in the end, and we brought mining dust, not arms, none of this would have helped them!" she said, her voice getting steadily more growling. This was going to end badly from the start and there was pathetic little they could have done with what they had and knew. Time to pull their heads out of their asses and salvage what was left! Two of the trucks were heading back to Vale, while the wreck of the third one was rapidly vanishing in front of their eyes. And they stood here, doing nothing, and being surrounded by a spreading wildfire. "Well? Do something, boss! I'm not abandoning what they hired me to do as long as those trucks are rolling and I am certainly not going to stay here and burn to a crisp! If you can't make a decision then get your candy ass back to that camp, there are a few survivors to load up, and let me handle this!" she yelled in frustration and jumped off, walking in the direction of what remained of the third truck and the bulk of the swarm. The blast of the high explosive shot seemed to hurt the swarm more than the fire. The source of the fire was an incendiary round, not much she could do about that, but they had to put out the grass before they burned here alive. How does one put out a fire of that magnitude though? It reminded her of a dust quarry fire, spreading too fast to be contained. If memory served, they put those out with a shockwave, blowing the flames right off. Looking at the truck, the pieces started falling together. She just hoped enough of the mining dust was left intact to be effective. Turning around, she gave Marcus a stern look. "Blow up what's left of the truck before they eat it all! That should blow off the fires in a gap big enough for us to get through and take most of the bugs with it! We only need the two trucks! We need to catch up with those!" she said, her tone of voice on the borderline between a suggestion and an order.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour "Wait, does the lack of a response mean no?" Napoli asked a little forlorn as Bianca followed the rest of the group, truth be told he did kind of want that pillow. Nothing beat a good night's rest after all, and what better to ensure you slept well than having a great pillow. A one of kind pillow that only he had, in fact no one could ever say that his pillow and another were birds of a feather. Dang it, that was beautiful, why do I have to think all my best jokes. My genius being confined is a crime against humanity. Wait. Where did everyone else go? Crap! They all forgot about me! Breaking off into a sprint, Napoli found himself dashing in the vague direction he had last see them going. I really, really, need to stop getting hung up on my jokes, as brilliant as they may be. It's not my fault I got blessed with such a beautiful mind. Didn't someone make a movie about that? Sucks the guy died, Nohn Jash was the name right? Wait, I'm totally off topic again. As if on cue, Napoli then noticed the others, all sitting comfortably enjoying pizza and salad. Just another typical day with Team VGNB. Speaking of which, Napoli had the brilliant timing to stumble in just as Bianca was going over her dumb plan again. Did she expect that putting out flyers would allow people to fly to her level. Damn, I did it again, I swear all my best jokes. Completely wasted. Napoli could only shake his head, as he grabbed some triple cheese pizza, a can of Big Hill Mist, and some salad, and took a seat by the others. "Hey Bianca, how bout we make a bet. When the flyer thing inevitably fails, I get the pillow. Sound good?" Napoli grinned, as another beautiful thought came to mind, "For that matter, we could make things even more interesting if the rest of the team joined in. Hey Vega, what do you think?" Seriously, a beautiful mind. "Also," he added, "if you're really itching for a fight that badly, Mercutio and Arsene are always willing to oblige. Scapino tends to be the only one that gets used on most occasions."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane grinned at celebration behind them, she liked making people happy, it made her feel like she was doing her job right, even if she was only in training. "Ya, they were a little weird, but hey everybody is weird somehow right?" she said in response to Sepia as they made their way to the Land of Walt. This place was amazing, she had never actually been to an amusement park before. She struggled with the temptation, they were supposed to be investigating right now or at least patrolling. But she REALLY wanted to hit the Ursa in the face. Krysthane loooved ice cream and she wanted some sort of extra prize even more. Maybe if they spent just like five minutes here, hit the ursa, then be gone. Oh, then they could talk to the security guards, if anyone knew about any miscreants in the area it would be them. "Alright here is the plan." Krysthane said conspiratorially to Sepia, "We go in real quick, we both smack the Ursa for the prizes, eat the ice cream, 'cause obviously we gonna win, and then talk to the guards about the gang or whatever. Sound good?" she asked Sepia hoping that she wouldn't offer any rebuttal. Krysthane knew they should just investigate right away but it couldn't hurt to have some fun first right? and partly @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Confused rabbit. This was bad was the main thought that was travelling through her head it was confusing to say the least one moment she was at the casino next she knew she was ambushed by enemies and grimm. Having her rifle ready she saw them heading towards her and her mind went onto autopilot as she set her gun to its machine gun form. Taking aim she fired her mind saw she was in danger and as such she took aim and fired at her enemies despite her mind telling her its a trick. "Roar for me Byakko" she screamed as she took out a blue colored cartridge and placed it into her machine gun. As if one command with the shells of her bullets falling down around her she set freezing the large enemies while jumping from perceived attacks at her.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond scrambled behind the tank, hoping it was heavy enough. The tincan rocked violently, but the lack of it landing on her told the thief she was safe for now. She finally peered over the machine and saw the destruction her plan brought on the land around. But hey, it's only stupid if it doesn't work! The fire was out, as were most of the bugs. The radios were still out, but the massive explosion had to have been noticeable as far as Vale. Somebody will come notice soon and pick up what's left of the camp. As for the team, they still had work to do. "Y'all right?" she hollered, looking around for her teammates. "Get us over to that truck, we need to deliver them both back." she said, getting the tow cables ready. Hopefully they would be able to put it back on it's wheels and then they could hopefully go back home. Diamond has had enough for one day. In her mind they didn't do badly. But she was worried with just how easily the team gave up. It was especially worrying in Marcus' case. If the head is cut off, the rest dies easily. She'd have to have a few words with him once they got back about that. The last part that stank was how useless she felt during all of this. The others had some way to put out the fire, or kill the insects, and what did she have? Sneaking around and one idea that had a 50:50 chance of success. That wouldn't do. Maybe she should transfer to armory class while she still could to get herself some better gear. But seeing how ineffective bullets would have been against targets this tiny and fast, she was coming back to the same solution as before. Diamond didn't really have much experience with dust, but hey - somebody somewhere back in history had to use it for the first time, and it worked. She'd just have to find a way to make it work.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren tried her best not to melt, but it was hard. The gaze, was not unfriendly, and she wasn't brushed off without a care. But then, when Skyra made a comment about smelling bad, Moku lept into action. "No! nonono! You...you, smell, good, actually. Nice" She blurted out, and then simply stood, waiting for the fallout to burn her to a cinder and leave nothing left but boots. Why boots, she didn't know, but they always seemed to survive, even when the feet inside them had been vaporized.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon arrived to the gym with a note in his hand. He was sent a challenge and he was going to answer it. He knew who sent it to him and he didn't care why. He was still a bit sore from his last mission, but all in all nothing that would really weaken him. He saw his opponent as he called out to Ebon. he just continued to scowl. "I eat punks like you for breakfast." Be said to Gren Orchid. Taking The Kingdom off his back Ebon took a few steps back and got into a fighting stance with his shield ready to launch an armada of R-Types. He didn't really notice Skyra talking to Mokuren in the distance. Ebon had a one-track mind to defeat his opponent, and then maybe go find other people to fight. Perhaps even go work on The Kingdom. He had a couple new ideas for R-Types he wanted to try to make, or at least upgrade the current fleet. He'll see what he needs to work on first after he finishes this fight.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Chuckling Gren began to put The God Eater back together. "My my my my. So aggressive. You could at least buy me dinner first." Standing up while brandishing The God Eater in it's Terror form, Gren faced Ebon. He still showed his face and had not quiet yet gotten into battle mode. "Before we begin, are there any conditions or handicaps you'd like? A change in scenery perhaps? I doubt the school would let us fight anywhere willy-nilly, but since I challenged you I'll let you decide how and where we'd fight Within reason of course." Gren gave Ebon a big grin, eager to go against this little charred human. He hoped to give everyone else a good show too, since this was just practice before the big brawl.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Now it was Skyra's time to be flustered and embarrassed. "I...uhm... eh... I... do...? That's... uh... the...uhm... first time... ever... that... somebody actually... complimented me... I don't care if it is just the smell..." A lone tear found its way out of her eye. "Sorry... it's just..." She sighed and with that another tear escaped the other eye and travelled down her cheek before her hand wiped it away. "Ever since I've been a kid, I've not been complimented for myself..." Her knees were a little bit weak now as was the smile she cracked at Mokuren, but just a bit later, she shook her head violently and her stoically professional look returned to her face.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane yawned. She should probably get up and be active or something. Meh, maybe a walk about would be good. She lazily got dressed and began walking around slowly waking up when she heard the distinctive sound of boring Ebon saying something. About breakfast? Maybe he was serving people breakfast. She wanted breakfast, so she started moving slightly faster towards the source of the noise and found it to have originated from the gym. She entered and found it rather crowded, which made sense really but it looked like Ebon was getting into a fight for some reason. She eagerly found a wall to lean on and watched the scene unfold.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Looking on at the way Skyra reacted, Mokuren saw that, in front of her, was a broken little Kitty. One that needed mending, much like the mending Mokuren never got. The tears where to much for Mokuren to handle, and so, throwing caution to the wind, she moved forward to envelop Skyra in a comforting hug. "It'sok. I will compliment you a million times a day if I must. I can't abide seeing such a beautiful girl like you cry, or feel any sort of sadness. It will no do, and I shall not stand for it" Mokuren's tone was stern, as if telling off everyone who ever passede over complimenting Skyra, and even more strangely, telling off everyone who would, in the future, not compliment her.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Here is fine. No outside help. Fight ends when one of our aura is in the red. No mercy, no surrender... Winner gets $500 Lien from the loser, and watch where you're aiming. Let's go!" Ebon opened his attack by calling forth ten R-Types, all Arrowheads. He could tell from Gren's weapon that he had a lot of fire power, but Ebon doubt that Gren could shoot down individual R-Types if they were buzzing around him. But Ebon had to be careful too; Gren only needed to take him out to take out the R-Types. Which was why as soon as the R-types flew out to gun down Gren, Ebon hid behind his shield and got ready for the faunas to try to charge at him. The ten R-Types split into three separate squadrons: One group of five, one group of three, and one pair. Even though they all had the same armament each squadron had a different purpose. Squad one, largest, would strafe around Gren and constantly harass him with gunfire. Squad two were the heavy hitters and would charge their shots for maximum damage. They would be used tactically, targeting things like Gren's weapon if he started to get an advantage on Ebon. The last two were auxiliary; just there in case Ebon needed them for something specific. They were all constantly moving and shooting, with Ebon controlling them to dodge if Gren does decide to try to thin them out.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Of the two things happening in the gym that Diamond noticed in the corner of her vision, one was certainly interesting. The other just sent her mind back to dealing with problems with her own cat person, something she didn't want to deal with right this instance. Giving the bag a break, she disappeared for a moment in the hall in search of a vending machine. Returning with a bag of chips just in time, she spotted another person that intended to watch the fight in the making. Standing next to the blonde woman, she nodded towards the two: "Care to place a bet?"</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!" Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company. A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Score for me!" Diamond grinned, stretching an open palm in Krysthane's direction, "Pay up. Nice doing business with you." She said with a cheeky smile. Turning back to Emmy she looked at the cat faunus questioningly, raising one eyebrow: "Care to enlighten a mere mortal how did you manage to hit your head on the ceiling?" she inquired, "And hey, this is the big city now! You dress up, and when you go to take a walk, you leave the saw and hatchet at home you hick!" she smiled, giving the kitten a joking punch on the shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet As it turned out, the KESS dorm was not unoccupied. In typical fashion, Sepia had gotten up at the crack of dawn to take a run, done so for about 45 minutes, come back to the dorm intending to stay up for once, and promptly fallen asleep face down on her bed. Still in her running clothes and only under her Nevermore-printed throw, her face was inches away from a rather wicked-looking sewing needle. She'd fallen asleep stitching. This was not unusual, as the number of earings she could wear at once was a testament to how often she had rolled over onto "Ms. Stabby". Blissfully aware of the situation, Sepia curled up tighter. The needle grazed her nose. She sneezed.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Maintaining Politeness Sheesh. No need for that, it was on its way up, for Pete's sake. He couldn't have been that annoying, could he? Was her patience wearing thin due to him, or the wait on the ascending airship itself? Did he have cause to take this personally? Well, he did have the golden rule to follow... If it was unclear, assume "no" until proven otherwise. Made life much less of a hassle. "Well, yeah, but I meant more after that." he replied, co-opting that dry snark for himself in response. "After all, I doubt the plan stops just at getting on the ship, Miss..." He trailed off in the typical "what's your name?" way.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel \| Vale "perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired. "Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it. "Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag. "I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke. "Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly. "One at a time old man", "Don't call me old man", "But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit. "Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends. But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans. Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing? To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that. Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon. Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change. "Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it. "Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy. "I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "I seeeeee...." Emerald mused, actually having no idea what any of those words meant either. Ah well, it didn't matter, she'd stopped caring what a 'hick' was at that point. "My bed is fine, it's a pretty sturdy piece of furniture." She couldn't say the same for the ceiling, but who cared if there was a few cracks in it? Right? Emerald looked around the gym, with the fight between Gren and Ebon over, Emmy couldn't help but feel like she wanted to have a little fight of her own. She looked at Diamond...no she'd already had a match with Diamond in the arena the other day. She'd need to find a different opponent, that way she wouldn't know what tricks they had, and they won't know what tricks she had either. The problem was she didn't know who'd be a good candidate, she didn't know a lot of people yet. But Diamond knew people! "Diamond! Who around here could I fight with!?" She pumped her fists. "I wanna beat someone up!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "My point exactly." Diamond chuckled when Emmy still had no idea about the meaning of the word. She'd have to get that girl reading to expand her vocabulary. As for her other inquiry though, Diamond frowned. She did suggest Emmy take PE class to fix her close range weakness, but that would take time. "Fair opponent? For you? Here? A sandbag. Everyyone else her would mop the floor with you until you buff up somewhat and learn some technique to boot. If you want a fair match, go look around the practice class. There'd be plenty of those during schooltime though. You sure you don't want to do something more relaxing?" the thief suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store Packing away the hair clips she was about to leave when she saw Luke come in. Well now wasn't this a surprise the only one missing was Mokuren but it was probably a good thing she wasn't here considering her standard attitude. "Hello Luke I hope you are well?" She asked since it was only polite after all. Plus they were team mates it was probably for the best that they at least have some interaction with each other to build up teamwork or something along those lines she supposed. Still she was unsure on if she leave for her haircut or just stay and see what Luke was up up. Plus Jack wanted to come for reasons unknown to her beyond his whole in it till the end deal he seems to be on.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears flicked when Oswald entered the room. She wasn't all that heavy of a sleeper, with the sharp ears that she had. She wondered what he was chuckling about as he entered the room. She slowly pushed her body up, holding herself up with her arms, sheets still covering her, it made her look like a small hill rising in the bed, except with furry ears. Then Oswald said something about taking a shower and then going into town with a girl named Sapphire. Emmy thought it was a nice name. Before she could ask him more about it, he'd already walked out the door. Well, that was okay, he'd have to come back to the dorm after he showered. She was wondering if she could tag along, maybe bring Diamond too. It wouldn't hurt to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane took a step back as some guy rounded the corner the same time she did and bumped into her. She quickly attempted to utter an apology but he beat her to it. Her face light up when he said something about bowling. That was a perfect idea, she had been wondering what to do, she could take her team on a bowling trip. She had never tried it before but from all accounts it was a fun time. "No no I'm fine, thoooooough if you're going bowling, perhaps you'd um, show me the way? As soon as I get my team that is. I was planning on doing something teambuilding-y, but I didn't really have any ideas until you said something about bowling so know I'm planning on doing that. So ya?" Krysthane asked gathering speed as she talked and ending with what she hoped counted as a friendly smile. A quick survey noted the guy in question had eyes a remarkably pleasant shade of blue and an equally pleasantly developed body.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia was having a strange dream. In it, a bee kept buzzing around her face and trying to land on her nose. No matter how many times she shooed it way, the annoying little insect just kept coming back. Growing more and more frustrated, Sepia eventually gave in and just swatted the thing when it landed on her for the millionth time. As soon as she touched it, she woke up and her mistake became apparent. Her right hand and nose were now connected via sewing needle. Trying not to jostle it, she spoke to the people who were currently in her dorm. "Guys...I'm a little...stuck."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For a moment, the guardian was taken completely aback. This girl wants me to show her to the bowling place? Abel dared to hope that he might have a chance after all, but internally he shook his head. This wasn't like all the animated shows he'd watched back in Pallisade; in real life, the chances of stumbling into a relationship were laughably low. That didn't mean, of course, that Abel wasn't willing to help her out. Plus, not many girls smiled at him for no reason. "Yeah, sure. Looking for my team as well. Big boar faunus in green, and a white-haired tiger faunus with a talking ferret. Bowling place's called Drury Lanes. About a block north of the general airship landing zone. Hopefully...or, you know, if the situation provides, our teams might meet at the airship dock in ten minutes-ish." He offered a craggy smile in response. It wasn't an expression his face often hosted, he knew, which either meant that it'd be horrible due to lack of practice, or good due to saving it up. Mentally, he bemoaned himself for thinking about such things. Stop concentrating on your face and work on something cool to say. The guardian crossed his arms. "Sound like a plan?"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Yep. Rude indeed, and unrepentant. Silently making a gesture to ward off evil, the black-haired brawler looked over to Shiro, more than a few seats away after being helped up there by a red-haired classmate. Nothing on him at all. If class was anywhere near as hard as he was worried it'd be, the faunus would not be served well by starting behind the curve. Being the sympathetic sap that he was, he couldn't allow this to happen. I'm making an executive decision here. Forgive me, untaken notes. Tearing out two sheets of paper from his spiral, he placed them on the desk and dove back into his bag. He wasn't going to give away his beloved mechanical, trusty and nice-looking as it was, but he knew he'd carried at least five extra acoustics... There you are. Fishing the pencil out of his bag, he placed it atop the paper and slid the entire pile over to his left, tapping Ben on the shoulder. "Pass it down to the guy who beat me up last class, please."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren arrived to the classroom sometime after the combat classes. He had went to restock ammunition, check some emails, and exchange his books for more relevant supplies. While they were training to be hunters, Gren's next class was mathematics. Can't ignore the basics. And despite his vast amount of abilities, even he had some dislike for the subject. Though it was a love/hate sort of thing: When he's good he enjoys it. But it's frustrating when he's wrong, because one mistake can change the entire equation until you get a mess so violently different it rips apart one's mind. At least programming didn't lead you on when you make a mistake. Arriving to the room sometime after everyone else have, he could already see that Shiro had made his entrance due to the path of his destruction. Shiro himself seemed to be in a slump. Glancing around the class he could imagine why. Shiro has a bad tendency to make a fool of himself. And it's not like he had the support of others to help him give over his klutziness. But that's what Gren was here for. "Hey partner. What's with the slump? Something happened last class or something?" Gren took a seat next to Shiro, though he had to push the desk forward. And since the desk was built into the floor, Gren ended up pushing the entire first row a few inches forward to accommodate his bulk. Fortunately he left The God Eater back at his locker.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics "You're a fucking riot, Fiordilatte," said Gratia flatly, though irritation was already beginning to leak through in such close proximity to her hated team member. "Your shitty pun brutally sodomized my virgin ears. Real fucking outstanding work." She had already settled into a desk, dropping her satchel down on the floor beside her. It was, of course, just her thrice-damned shitty luck that she had been seated next to the massive blonde cunt and his overbearing, unwarranted ego. Had she not been in class, there would have been nothing stopping her from rIpPINg apart the irksome fool's smug expression and watching him bleed out. That however, would unlikely be possible while in the presence of such a number. "I am disappointed, however," she continued, slamming her textbook down onto the wooden desk with a mighty thud, "about your fucking pathetic showing of a fight. I am utterly amazed that my expectations for your curb stomping were defeated so readily. It was like watching an abortion being thrown at a wall. Bravo, you really disappointed me." The Mistralese huntress leaned back into her chair, shooting her acquaintance a single look. "You must have had a lot of practice disappointing your mother."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Jesus ... M-Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was a normal thing in Hunter Culture? Tearing into eachother like rabid dogs? Wh-what happened to courtesy?! Was this what they meant when they coined the phrase "ultimate power corrupts ultimately"?! Was this really Gratia Mindaro's true form? Had she deliberately hidden her power level from his scouter on the airship ride? He had her pegged wrong! This wasn't Kuudere, this wasn't Kuudere at all! This was to acerbic to be Kuudere! This was Tsun, hard, hard Tsun! Tsuntsun! Kuutsun? ... Tundra. Involuntarily, he shivered as he tapped BASL's leader on the shoulder again, this time frantically.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Listening to the conversations around her, Diamond was starting to notice the room was filling with human wreckage that wasn't just her. It filled her with a twisted sense of schadenfreude. Compared to them, her own problems seemed bearable. she didn't understand how Sapphire had not yet requested a duel with Shiro and beat the living crap out of him or die trying, or for that matter what did Oswald see on that abrasive husk of a personality. How did that team not yet fall apart? Probably the influence of the other two members and the clashing duo giving a wide berth to each other whenever possible. Speaking of teams, theirs did not look like a shining example either. True, the swaps were hardly their fault - none of them were because of injury or anything - but if she was to be honest, there was no team. Up until the last few days, Diamond could hardly even notice Oswald, and at this point he was her teammate the longest. Emerald she liked, but that wasn't hard to do for anybody but the Blunette. And - whatishisname, Cobalt? - she seemed to frighten him despite being the one being aimed at. If that was a replacement for Marcus on the leader position, then Gods be with them on the next mission. There was no team, there were 4 people living in the same room. She caught sight of what Emerald was doing and figured this class was as good as anytime to pass along messages, and scribbled one on a piece of paper. Folding a plane of her own, she cut a wedge to the bottom of it. She put the rubber band that held her ponytail together between her index and thumb turning it into a makeshift slingshot and launching the plane with it in Oswald's direction, watching it get stuck in his hair. Hey, what do we do about the swaps? I'm getting about as much of a team vibe from us as a meeting of a vacuum cleaner with a garden hose on an operating table. Is the new guy assigned as our leader? Because that seems like a baaad idea, he's avoiding me ffs. Can't have a man without balls in charge, no way no how. I'm not good at this team thing, but we need to do something about this or we'll be picked apart the next Friday, last one was too close for comfort already. Thoughts?</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren smirked and took out his Scroll. A few flicks of his finger and Gren cleared his phone of his previous data while at the same time downloaded the data he needed to give Shiro some basic functions. "You can use mine. I've been meaning to get an upgrade soon, so you might as well take this one instead of me just selling it off. It's a recent model, though I've added a few hardware upgrades to it." Gren showed one of those upgrades being a miniature hologram projector. He showed a recording of his own fight with Cobalt. "I've also taken the liberty to... Hook you up, namean?" Gren then switched over to the contact list, which provided numbers for just about all the girls in class. Gren figured Shiro might like it, more so when Shiro asked him a question about the ladies. "Ha! You just now noticed? I hardly ever see you without a new girl near you, Shiro. Beacon has always had some fine huntresses though. However I don't blame you for finally seeing them as women instead of warriors. One tends to forget I suppose." Gren glanced around and looked at the other students. A few caught his eye, but he couldn't claim he felt any particular attraction to any of them. Only one really garnered his stare for very long, and that wasn't because of any romantic feelings for her. Gren just wondered when Sapphire was going to try to step up and be a leader worthy of followers rather then a girl who doles out orders. He put those thoughts behind him though. He still needed to socialize himself, but there was a bigger beast to face. Math. "Alright Shiro, enough goofing around. Is your body ready?" Gren said as he took out his notebook and raised his pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mathematics Class Beaming brightly, Shiro watched the projected hologram of one of Gren's sparring matches in awe. Frowning again, he tilted his head. "Wait, I don't remember this fight..Aww, man! Is this one of the fights I missed?" Pouting, he puffed his cheeks out. Watching as Gren ended the hologram and leaning in close to see what it was his friend had to show him, his face quickly flushed red. "How did Gren get all of their numbers? Isn't this some invasion of privacy?" As far as he knew, with his old Scroll he could only send messages to other Beacon Students. He assumed that they were automatically scanned by some computer and approved before the information was routed to the correct recipient. Assumed, because there was always an odd delay before someone received a text from him. Even though they were within the same room and literally feet from one another. As far as private numbers, he thought that Beacon restricted Scroll numbers to only other members of the team. Unless explicitly shared by a fellow student, there was no way that he knew of to search and get someone's number. Much less an entire list of practically every female in their class. "How did...?" Eying Gren curiously, all of his thoughts were quickly wiped away when his friend made the insinuation that Shiro was some sort of player or ladies' man. Which, he figured he was far from. He was warm and friendly to everyone, regardless of who they were. How could anyone mistake that as flirtatious? Flustered, Shiro could only make a few odd noises and sounds. Not able to fully form a coherent word, much less a structured sentence. Begrudgingly, the tiger boy took Gren's Scroll. Looking through the list of numbers that Gren was somehow able to obtain, he thought to delete everyone's numbers then and there but hesitated in doing so. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't think some of the students were attractive. He looked up at a certain fox Faunus when this thought crossed his mind. But, he didn't think he could ever have the courage to outright confess his feelings and ask anyone out. He felt he was too shy. Certainly he could do it if he hyped himself up enough, but he was at Beacon to focus on bettering himself as a person and increasing his skills as a Hunter. Did anyone even have time for relationships when academics were far more important? He got easily distracted enough. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided he'd go through and delete all the numbers later. "W-well...okay, maybe some." He was still a healthy young man, after all. Considerably more cheerful, he put away his gifted Scroll. Glancing over his shoulder at the team members of Bastille, he faced to the front as sighed as he organized his papers and looked at his given assignment. Shiro wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he also wasn't the dimmest. Mathematics wasn't his strong point and sometimes gave him headaches what with all of the letters, numbers, and formulas. But, given enough time, he could slowly work his way through his assignments. Usually. "No. My body is not ready. Why can't Beacon just be about fighting and stuff?" He pouted, complaining. Muttering, he set his mind to deciphering the formulas and equations in front of him. "Whose bright idea was it anyways to mix numbers and letters together? We'll never use this in our daily lives..." Pausing, he glanced back over his shoulder at the darker-skinned lady of team Bastille. Not even realizing it, he did this periodically. Towards her, the feathery Faunus who returned his pack to him, and Mokuren.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost A shadow tendril shot up to the air, stabbing right through the paper plane and pulling it down into Diamond's hand. She could hardly be called satisfied with that response. They waited to see how they do on the actual mission last time and look how that ended! Crumpling the paper and tossing it to the nearby trash bin, she took her scroll and sent a text instead: We did that last week and the result was two of our guys being changed and I saw the look on your face. That kind of thinking will get us all killed. Shouldn't we be... I don't know... Training or something? Get to know how the new guy fights and stuff? Some routines, like 'Actually wait for the person you sent to have a look to get back and tell you what's going on ahead'? She had a look at the assignments of the class and frowned. She didn't know much of this math, her own self study focused on numerical stuff - things that help you brute force or otherwise get a combination to a safe. Why on Remnant were they teaching her this, so she could... Nope, she couldn't even figure out a funny retort, that's how useless this stuff was for her job.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Emerald Felicia Emerald groaned as she returned to the land of the living. She looked around, a bit confused how she'd ended up in her dorm, she could have sworn she'd been outside. One look at Diamond sitting next to her on the bed and Emmy put it together. "Hey now, I'm not scared of nothin! Just seeing someone with their mouth sewn shut freaked me out okay? I was already feeling dizzy from all the noise as it was." Emmy then gave Diamond a look. "Why'd you bring me all the way back to the dorm? Don't you normally bring people who've fainted to the infirmary? Or try to wake them up first?" Violet Steel Violet looked the supposedly 'final' member of the midnight squad. His appearance was messy, his hair was wild and unkempt, his clothing was unorganized and wrinkled, and to top it off he gave off a vibe that screamed 'I'm a douchebag and you will learn to hate me quickly.' She was rarely wrong about her first impressions, she just hoped this guy would at the very least do his part. She certainly wasn't impressed so far. She decided to ignore the latecomer's questions, and simply asked one of her own. "Who are you?" She despised having conversations with strangers without names...and truth be told conversations in general. She needed a name at the very least.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin continued to stare at the three members of his new squad, it had been quite some time since he was partnered with other people, he wondered if this secret organization knew his track record about working with others. Well, this didn't really matter to him. Everyone knew what they were supposed to do, however, could this group ever try to work together to bring that goal into a reality? Well, only time could tell, but the chances of working together perfectly were slim. Valin was just about to chuckle at the thought of the group's misfortune, but someone finally decided to speak up. Bringing himself out of his train of thought, he looked over to the person that had spoke to him. Oh? It was the only person that was standing, the girl. Valin raised himself from the ground, his eyes moving from the fallen bodies to the lone standing girl. She was taller than him, not by much, but he could still see the difference between the two. Soon, his eyes started to slowly scan the lady from top to bottom. He could already tell several things about her just by the surroundings. Valin could smell the massive amount of dust used inside of the room, and he could see the massive amount of water staining the floor and the others with the slight lingering odor of burnt flesh. So, if she was standing while the others seemed incapable of standing, she was tough. Her resting bitch face seemed to tell that she wasn't the friendliest or the most talkative person, and by the looks of it, she was a faunus, something similar to the canine family. Valin smiled at the girl, and began to speak. "Oh? You carry the tension of a mountain gorilla in your body. You should really try to loosen up, maybe date someone on this team, really helps with the loneliness that are innate in all of us," Valin said, moving closer to Violet, "Well, no real reason to try skirting around my name. I'm Valin, Valin Nash. And what might be the name of this lovely young lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Back to Class Cobalt shrugged after Headmaster Palin sent him back to class and walked right on back. On his way he pondered whether or not the boy would be okay. He decided to go and check on him during lunch. Cobalt made it back to class and frowned. It seemed as if not many people had come back to class. He went to his desk and sat down ready to do his work. He opened his textbook and then face palmed. He had already done his work and turned it in. Cobalt raised his hand to get Professor Fullbuster's attention and began to speak. "May I please leave? I'm already done with everything. My work is on your desk." He asked politely. Man the room was empty.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Whatever you say, Kitten. I just hope we didn't catch any of whatever he had." Diamond frowned. "You do?" she asked sheepishly, "Well excuse me, I'm not exactly used to going to a doctor with every little ache. They share data with police!" the thief defended herself. "Besides, it's not like you hit your head or anything. And trust me, waking you up was next thing on the list." she grinned, "I'm a little disappointed you are up already if I'm to be honest." Diamond chuckled, flexing her fingers. "Well, now that that's taken care of, more classes I guess." she sighed, looking out of the window to see the crowd dispersing. It did gnaw at her a little: What kind of shit one has to get into to wind up looking like that? All she could come up with was that there was a Mad Scientist at play. She shuddered - the thought of being detained for any reason would send chills down the bones of any lawbreaker. Well, at least in prison they jsut kept you in a small dark pod, but didn't sew your mouth shut. Looking back to Emerald, Diamond nodded towards he door: "Come on. You can make paper planes everywhere, might as well try to pay attention first. Wouldn't wanna drop out, would you?"</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Armory A hermetic seal. That was why the swine Faunus had approached her for? Gratia allowed her gaze to linger on the other student's retreating back for several seconds before she returned to her own work: cleaning the dust and grime off Valens with a towel. Breathing apparati were not particularly her field of specialisation, but creating an airtight space was not too difficult in the long-run. All that was required was a substance that possessed low moisture and oxygen transmission rates, and from there it could be utilised to hermetically seal whatever object it was being applied to; which, in the case of the teenager that had just approached her, was a breathing mask. What were the substances being used to construct the mask? That would determine what was necessary to hermetically seal it. The Mistralese teenager had once kept a bag of cheese (a small luxury for her family) air tight after opening it with an empty water bottle, but obviously her method would not have worked on something so important as a mask. However, it was no longer her problem anymore. She didn't need to waste her fucking time when the Faunus could figure the shit out for himself. Quietly, the Huntress pulled out a bottle of oil, applying the most miniscule amount to a rag. She began to wipe it along the entirety of the blade with the practised care of a long-time sword-user, safe in the knowledge that her weapon was once again protected by a new coat of oil.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Armory Accompanied by the ring of the beginning bell Professor Chatsworth appeared from an adjoining room. His rolled-up sleeves and filthy hands abundantly gave off the impression that he'd been at work on some laborious project or another. Approaching the students, he waved to get their attention before giving instruction. "Good afternoon! Today, I'll be giving you all some time to tinker with your own gear as usual, but this time I have a new assignment that is to be started no later than thirty minutes in, as well. This marks the first time that you're not understanding or modifying, but actually making. I want you to concept, sketch, and then begin gathering parts for a functional headgear. It can be goggles, a hat, a visor, glasses, what have you, but it must perform some task useful to a hunter in the field. As always, if you're unable to find the parts you want in the scrap room, you can place an order for materials using my terminal. The first ten orders are free -you can thank your tuition for that- but after that there will be some small charges to your account. Good luck and fulfilling work!" Chatsworth wiped his hands off on a rag and produced his scroll, sending a copy of the assignment to the electronic blackboard near his desk, where it displaced the usual two or three diagrams taken up residence there. After that, the professor returned to the back room, leaving the door open so that anyone who wanted his help could ask. Abel Fulgurate "Hallooooo there, young learners!" The resounding voice of Professor Port threatened to drown out the bell for a moment. Abel seated himself at a desk, noting that somehow pretty much everyone else in the class beat him to it, and looking expectantly at the mustachioed instructor for the beginning of the lesson. Port obliged. "Today, we'll be studying a brand-new type of Grimm! We've introduced ourselves to most of the pitiable Kleins and a few of the Feinds already, but this elusive type we can't easily encounter in a classroom. Follow me, eager adventurers!" He pressed a button on his desk with his signature bravado, and in one corner of the room a previously-unmentioned metal door swung open. Seemingly disregarding the notion that some of the students might have second thoughts, Port led the way into the brightly-lit hallway and into a surprisingly well-known room: the pool. While it fell under the classification of 'gym' and stood right next to it on the Beacon floorplan, the pool had been inexplicably inaccessible today, and one look at it made it pretty clear why. A large, dark shape moved beneath the water, ignoring a series of circular floating platforms arranged like lilypads across the pool's surface. Despite the overwhelming ominous sense flooding from the pool, Port seemed mightily pleased with himself. "Today's monstrosity is a water-borne behemoth, the Megaladeus! They're downright nasty pieces of work, let me tell you, I nearly lost a leg to one once...but that's a story for another time! Anyway, I'm stacking the odds in your favor since you're fighting out of your element. Old Port took a handsaw to this Grimm's teeth after helping to capture it, so it won't turn you into mincemeat if it grabs you, but rest assured it'll still hurt! You're going after this ferocious fish as a team, so it's the job of each of you to look after everyone else! Unless you want to be that one hunter who drowned in freshman-year Grimm Studies, I'd recommend removing any extraneous clothing or armor in one of the locker rooms over there. If you've got swimsuits, now might be the time. Remember water resistance for melee weapons, to keep your balance on the pads, and while bullets don't work in water, dust still does! Five minutes until I blow the almighty whistle, brave warriors, get scheming!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Worst class ever By the time Diamond got to the classroom (late, as she had to return the notes for Math she borrowed), the only spot left was next to Cobalt. So much for this class starting well. Rolling her eyes the redhead walked into the room to take the seat. "Seems like the fates won't let us be apart." the thief whispered as she sat down, trying not to look too hostile. After a short while, professor Port opened a door Diamond was wondering about where it went. The class started shuffling through it, and the thug followed on the tail. The second she saw where they were though, what color was in her face drained rapidly as she took a pace back. Shringking, she pulled her hat into her face. Nooo, why this, why now? She wanted to turn tail and run like hell. But instead she shuffled behind Cobalt, lsitening to what the professor was saying. As soon as Port finished, she straightened her hat and tapped Cobalt's shoulder ever so slightly with her gaze pointing to the ground. Her face was an odd mix of embarrassment and fright as she shared what her problem was: "I can't swim." she whispered through gritted teeth.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves. Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified. Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled. Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds. He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town. There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Consciousness was almost a stranger to Oswald in these moments. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain he was in was absolutely unbearable. He'd never admit it, but he felt like he was dying every time he tried to sit up. It only made sense, though. Three broken ribs. A punctured lung. His nose and thumb, broken and a bit disfigured as well. Dull and sharp pains assaulted his senses from seemingly all sides, and the pain medications he was supposed to be getting dulled his mind too much for him to use them. He had to think, but the suffering was too much. Maybe he'd click that button, get a little bit of medicine, just to dull the edge. Just as he was thinking of doing so, the presence of another student roused his attention. Somebody who didn't get maimed? It's a Dustmass miracle... The sarcastic thought remained non verbal as Oswald pressed his little button. And there it was, the pain dulling medicine he was so uncomfortable using. "Shiro...sup, dude?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment. Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword. "Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!" Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was. "Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?" Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy. Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to. He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real. "Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..." Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission. Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Infirmary to Dorms Not able to help but overhear the conversation, Diamond raised her head, looking at neither Shiro nor Oswald in particular. "The rest of the team is over there, over there, and right here." she noted with a dry, humorless chuckle while nodding towards the beds occupied by Cobalt and Emerald. She shot Oswald a 'Get some damn rest' look when he took a dose of the painkillers and yet intended to keep on blabbering and, worse, moving around. Deciding to answer something before he could hurt himeslf even further more than necessary, her gaze shifted to the tiger faunus. "I'm not sure we're even at the liberty to say." she started, thinking of the way to formulate her thoughts for a while before continuing, "But, suffice to say, we've got set up. Two times now, do I hear three? I did not imagine I would spend most of my time here fighting in human schemes. I thought that maybe the hunters, people who throw themselves on the biggest threat we seem to know would have a speck of decency." "But you know what? They're the same filth and garbage as the rest of us. We don't need the Grimm, we'll destroy ourselves just fine, the monsters are a symptom, not the cause. The negativity, the darkness? It's in us." she summarized her thoughts on their mission. And she should know. Just then one of the doctors walked past the room and peered in. "Miss Frost? I believe I agreed to let you go on the condition you go rest and recover. Do I need to arrange for another bed here?" he said to her in a scolding tone and Diamond nodded in defeat. "I'll drop by in the morning, but scroll me if you need anything at any time. Board games. Books." She looked at the direction of the infirmary'S kitchen, "Real food." She smiled and nodded a goodbye to them, slowly shuffling to their very empty room.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald let out a small giggle. "Sorry, I know it probably wasn't funny for you but...picturing Sapphire panicking and biting you looked really comical in my head." Despite her injured appearance Emerald seemed to be in a better mood, at least for the moment. Talking with a familiar, friendly face made her feel less afraid and safe. "So...anything happening around the school since you got back? I'd look around myself but...I'm stuck here."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary With Shiro gone, Oswald's mind began to wander towards figuring out a way to spend his time while he was bedridden. Even he couldn't spend all his time moping about the current state of affairs. His mental faculties were too dulled by the pain medication to think in-depth about how he could improve his equipment, as well. This was truly a pickle. A bored Oswald was not a pleasant Oswald, and this weekend was already shaping up to be wildly unpleasant. What could he do to relieve his boredom? Shiro had utterly killed his desire to speak with the Faunus boy, and Emerald was already busy talking with him. He wasn't looking forward to discussing what happened with anybody, but he didn't particularly know anybody he could talk to who wouldn't ask about the mission. Except Diamond. Dammit, and she'd just left, too. I'm bored. Entertain me. That should suffice. Hopefully.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond's scroll rang on the shelf it has been deposited at, making her sigh in the tub she poured herself. shaking one arm somewhat dry she reached out for it and read Oswald's message. Rolling her eyes she opened the messenger and started typing furiously: `Shaving my legs. Entertain yourself for a couple more minutes.` She almost tossed the scroll back out to the shelf, but she just didn't have the energy left to even be angry at this point, so she typed some more. `You know just because I'm not stuck in the infirmary as well doesn't mean I'm any less tired or wounded.` Frowning, she considered turning the machine off so she could just finish cleaning up and go to sleep, but eventually tapped the send key.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Send pics! She'd be able to tell he was joking, right? Was it worth the risk? After a few moments, Oswald decided it wasn't. He hadn't sent the message yet, thankfully, so he quickly backspaced and fixed the message. Literally coughed up some blood a few minutes ago, Diamond. Figured we could both use a distraction. I'm not a complete monster, ya know? He couldn't blame her for being angry. He still barely had any idea of what she'd gone through, having been unconscious since he launched that flare, save for a few touch-and-go moments where he swam in ans out of consciousness. Considering the fact that Emerald hadn't been turned into mincemeat, however, Oswald wasn't sure she'd had the luck he and Cobalt had. Still, that didn't mean he had to be a bastard about it all.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond really expected something along the lines of 'pics or didn't happen', but was not about to complain. Still, it was a missed opportunity to send Oswald a picture of her hand flipping him off. She felt cheated somehow. `Yeah, well, at least that one will heal. What I could use is a two pound rare steak. Raw red meat right on the bone. Followed by a bottle of something rather strong and at least ten hours of uninterrupted sleep.` The mental image almost made her drool. When was the last meal they had, before they left on the mission? `Great, now you made me aware of how hungry I actually am. I will think of you and your IV drip as I go stuff my face ;-P` Sending the message with a spiteful smirk, Diamond wondered whether it would be sleep or hunger that would win in the end.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm "Much better, thank you. Oh, and don't worry about it, the Beacon Nurses were giving me the impression that I was the dead walking when I came back last night." Sepia responded to Yue's query. As she spied Skyra returning from the bathroom with blood running down her face, she added, "We keep getting busted up around here, don't we?" Speaking of girls being unsightly..."Where did my leggings go? I could have sworn I left them folded on the end of my bed." Deciding to prioritize food over getting dressed, she didn't look long, instead pulling on a bathrobe for the time being. With a small yawn, she sat down in her usual habit of tucking her left ankle under rear on one of the stools Yue had brought with her. Now that she was settled in, she could think about what to do over the weekend (aside from homework, yuck). There was parents' day, too. "I wonder if -no, when- Mom and Dad come, if they'll choose to come as themselves. I guess I can only wait and see. Whatever they have in mind, I'm sure it'll work out." "So, friends, have any fun plans?" She glanced around at the other three girls, an energetic tone in her voice.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe @PyroDash888@SevenStormStyle@Eklispe@Lugubrious Krysanthe couldn't help tuting at Skyra, though it seemed Yue was once again ready with first aid equipment for some reason and she quickly fixed Skyra up and Krysanthe decided not to comment on it. Well since that was taken care of Krysanthe reached for her scroll just as it vibrated and checked it: Abel had responded, seemed his teammates probably didn't want to go. Well Krysanthe's team probably were about the same. Seemed they could both grab a meal before heading out. --- To: Able From: Krysanthe Subject: Hang Out Sounds good, I'm getting food too, see ya there! --- Krysanthe proceeded to then grab some yogurt, bacon, toast, OJ, hash browns, pretty much everything actually, and took a seat at the impressively cart-into-table-plus-chairs magic that had happened. "Thank you for the food Yue!" Krysanthe thanked her before starting to dig in. After a sizeable portion of it vanished in a remarkably short period of time Krysanthe answered Sepia's question, "I plan on going for a hike through the Emerald Forest with Able. Oh by the way Yue, not to sound ungrateful or rude or anything, but why are you here?" Krysanthe didn't mind a full breakfast and Yue helping out Sepia and Skyra but she was curious as to why she'd shown up. She had a half-formed theory in the back of her mind somewhere but figured she'd just ask.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @Eklispe@Ryonara Skyra had to stifle a laugh. "Pretty girl." She broke out into laughter. "You're calling me a pretty girl? Unsightly? I'm always like that!" With her left hand she pulled the PJ shirt over her head revealing her chest, covered from top to bottom with scars, burn marks and other third party blemishes. "And that's just my chest." In wake of the slight awkwardness of having her, honestly almost teen-sized, chest out in the open, Skyra made her way to her wardrobe and simply put on a sports bra, or it looked like that, since it didn't have that much to support anyway. "Now, food!" Her mood had significantly improved now and she simply sat down and nommed on things at random. "No plans whatsoever here. Gonna be bored around the room, I think. Sounds like a plan, no?" While chewing on a toast bread, she looked at Yue and mumbled a "Shanksh for sha foodsh!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary "Oh, shush, you." Diamond waved her arm to Cobalt. She set the bag on one of the tables and started unpacking. The smell only intensified, filling the room. It made her hungry for it herself. Wheeling the table over to Cobalt she set one of the paper boxes on a tray in front of him. "I've got a thickburger - double ground beef, egg, couple slices of cheese, roasted bacon and vegies with half a pound of fries." she said, leaving him to open the box and bask in the glory of her culinary arts. Continuing on to Oswald she fished out a sealed bowl and gave it to him: "And some seafood stew, along with some garlic bread to bite. To expand an inlander's horizons despite his stubborn insisting on one kind of meal, so to speak." she said with a wink, dropping some utensils on the tray. Finally she moved to Emerald, the displeasure at her leaving the bad apparent on her face, along with worry. "I have extra order of both of those to pick form and cookies and chocolate milk for everyone, but only after they eat their fill of actual food... And let the docs do their job without adding more work for them." the redhead said with a smirk. Diamond was about to say something, but a knock on the doorframe interrupted her. "Miss Frost, how convenient. I was just about to call you down here to check you arm, meet me in the room opposite." he pointed over his shoulder.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Write@Suku@Sho Minazuki Luke Schwarz "That's good..." I did all but force her to tell me if anything was wrong from the cruise onward, so if she wasn't doing all that well, I'd figure I'd know about it by now. She knew that if I didn't and found out later she wouldn't hear the end of it. The extents of my nosiness were unrivaled within our circle of friends. My scroll buzzed in my pocket, prompting me to check-- I looked up, and Bianca looked up from hers. She smiled. Bianca, I'm right here. Not off in the distance. I frowned. Shouldn't the script here be different? This calls for cheek, I have enough little sisters to understand how these things work. You giggle and smirk at me and I sigh and snark at you. That was how this went. ...Well, maybe things were just different with teammates... The door opened, and a tall white-haired woman strode in. Normally, even though she was an undeniably attractive older woman, I wouldn't stare-- But, as her addressing me by name suggested, this wasn't a normal situation. I maintained my eye contact by wearing as flat and level an expression as possible, like a bad knock-off of Gratia. And on the inside... ...H-Hello? Yes, Stella-- Estelle Nuit? While I'd count myself lucky that your self-introduction reiterated everything I needed to know about you, why didn't that stop me from panicking and trying to figure out where I had seen you before? It was getting crowded in here, you know? Just up and tossing the ball into my court-- You really don't mess around, do you? Then on the defensive and safe playstyle I'll go. "I'm doing about as well as I can, Ma'am. Yourself?" --- "That should be everything, but if you want to demonstrate it in action we won't turn it down, right sis?" Knuckles cracked and storm-colored eyes shifted around, searching for a lead on where the armory was. "Breathe, sis." --- My scroll buzzed again. It wasn't Bianca or the group this time... Puzzled, I looked down. "Ah." I needed to thank Dawn more for having some actual concern for my well being, unlike the sister she was ratting out. When in the face of imminent danger, a calm demeanor is a must. I flipped it shut. "Yeah, I should be free once we're finished up here. Sounds good."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@Write Gratia Mindaro - Campus Grounds Is he legitimately retarded? The quiet buzzing of her Beacon-provided Scroll, however, distracted Gratia from voicing her thoughts to the brain-addled moron(s?) standing before her. Pulling out the device from a pocket, she dispassionately brought open the messaging application with a tap of a pale finger, flicking through to the newest message. As expected, it was from Nuit; nobody else would have made use of a group chat to contact her. Reading over the text, she decided that she would provide a response later. There was business she needed to address with the Faunus in person. Right now she needed to meet up with her parents. They must have arrived by now. "Galla, take this, she said, handing over a notebook and a pen to her younger sister. "Record any correlation between emotional state and hair motion." Galla, true to form, did not question the directive, merely nodding in the affirmative. With that, the elder Mindaro immediately handed a folded map (with annotations) to the more excitable-looking of Luke's sisters before walking off. As much as she wanted to make sense of his shitty hair (which appeared to, for a reason only the Lord could have fucking known, run in the family), finding her parents was a greater priority. They were likely following the directions given on the map she had sent, and if she knew them as well as she thought they did ... They were probably already heading towards the dorm. And being exposed to Vega Venetia. --- Mindaro Mondays "Then I hope you can continue to be a good leader for her," said Severa, beaming at Vega. "She doesn't have a strong tendency for making friends, so please stay by her side for us."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Firing Range Talking to cats Gren watched with pride as the two girls proceeded to demolish the targets he set out for them. He was glad that his crafts has served them well, and part of him wished to take the both of them out to hunt some real Grimm. However doing so would take up some time and likely cause them to miss out on most of Parent's Day, which wouldn't be good for them. Gren knew his mother would certainly be cross if she missed out on her son at school. After Emerald took out her share of targets Gren was about to set up another round when her mother arrived. The cat faunas tossed her weapons towards Gren, who fortunately caught them and safely put them down. Emerald's mom was hot. No doubt about that. She still had that cat's cuteness, but aged up to milf levels. Made Gren kind shy yet at the same time also made him approach Emerald and her mother, bashfully introducing himself. "Ah, hello. Name's Gren Orchid. Sorry for getting your daughter distracted with explosions, I couldn't help but see her in action. Didn't mean to make her injuries any worse." Gren wasn't sure why he was apologizing considering that he wasn't even aware she had been hurt this entire time, but better to save face in front of Emerald's mother. He also took note that Diamond was here, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was Emerald's partner. To her Gren was much more casual. "Hey Diamond. What's shaking?" @Abillioncats@Pyrodash888</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Range If she wasn't so much on edge, Diamond might have found the interactions between Ivy and Emerald too cute to live. As it stood though, she was stuck somewhere between raging at Cobalt for not covering his tracks and his past getting up to him, raging against Oswald for just leaving her to do tell this to Emerald alone, being unhealthily jealous of Emerald right now just because she had a family, and being angry with herself for being such a lowly shit as to envy her happiness. She snickered at Emerald getting all flustered after being called by her pet name: "Hey, we already call you that, what's the harm?" She grinned. A second later, she could add Gren standing entirely too close and being far too familiar to her list of rage inducing things. "Ms. Frost." She shot him a deathly gaze, "What's shaking? I am. So much I need to hit something. Volunteers?" she smiled sickly at the boar faunus, before walking past brushing hardly against his shoulder and heading to take a stand at the range, intent on obliterating a couple of training dummies before she actually hit an innocent bystander. She would let Emerald have a moment with her mother before telling her the bad news.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Anywhaere and nowhere The poor training dummy was rapidly approaching its expiration date under the barrage of fury Diamond vented on it. They were finally starting to move somewhere with the whole team thing. Granted, the move was to identify why they were not a team thing, but she thought she saw some progress, at least compared to earlier. And now this. Roaring in anger she grabbed a telekinetic hold and yanked at the dummy strongly enough to tear it out of its housing and send it flying somewhere in Gren's general direction. Pure coincidence, oooooof course. This sucks on ice. First Marcus, then Aurelius, now Cobalt. Who are they going to give us now, some rich trouser stain that will have yet another idea on how to do things and not being used to others telling them to shove it? That would maKE MY DAY!!! She shout-thought as another dummy ceased to exist, turned into a pincushion of icicles, sand spilling on the floor. Still not even breaking a sweat, Diamond suddenly wished there were some ethereal robots and/or infernal woman after her with a vengeance. A struggle for dear life would at least take her mind off of things! Then there is this parents day garbage. Rub some salt into the wounds, life, why don't you? she fumed inside, I can't even get half a dozen cats because Emerald would be either insulted or all over them. The thought of a per canary or something mouse like was a little amusing though. Rrrip. Another sandbag was exploded when Diamond caught a telekinetic hold of its opposing ends and yanked at them. Oh, and there is some douchebag ogling my teammate's mom. Call Marcus and the tank I wanna blow some shit up! She thought desperately The remaining dummy was obliterated as Diamond encased it in ice, the weight pulling down the entire mechanism holding it. Then she stopped, looking at the floor. She could swear her shadow was shimmering and grinning at her. Stop. She told herself. Find something else to do with that pent up energy other than fighting or you'll kill someone. Pacing from wall to wall she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Go make some friends. There might even be some volunteers for a beating if you'll lucky. She thought with a smirk, looking towards Emerald just as her mother was done with her. Diamond decided the bad news could wait. There was probably no more than other orphans prowling the halls right now, but hey, misery loved company. Diamond slipped by the others, looking for a victim.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Datura - Splitting Off Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times? Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby." "Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock. She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost <duplicate, ignore></s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Gemba walk Diamond didn't even have to go that far before finding something that piqued her interest. Or rather, someone. The anger she was full of a moment ago was shoved in a box and shelved somewhere in her mental warehouse almost immediately. It would be handy later. For now, her attention turned to the object of her interest. Ok, Dee. You just had a major meltdown, but try to be polite. she warned herself. Slowing down and halting, Diamond leaned against the wall and looked the woman over, being blatantly obvious about it. "Can't say I would mind if you did!" Tick. Tock. Damn it what did I just say! She mentally slapped herself, Look at that rack though, I can't be blamed! … Entirely. Diamond pointed her eyes into the eyes of the other woman, deciding to see where this goes. "Didn't see you around here yet. Are you a new transfer?" She inquired after a second.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Sinatra Gratia Mindaro - Practice Having already made her way to the beginning of the obstacle course before Jericho had even revealed himself to be the class demonstrator, Gratia Mindaro was tying her long hair back into a ponytail, a black hair-tie hanging loosely from her mouth as she gathered her flowing locks into position. For the purposes of her current class, the Mistralese girl had eschewed both her signature coat and the dark, pressed uniform of Haven Academy for a simple, black and viridian exercise tracksuit: an outfit far more suited to the intensive physical activity required in Practice. If some obstacle course could even be considered 'physically intensive'. Only the shittiest excuse for a Hunter would treat it as anything more than a mere facsimile of the struggles that plagued the rest of one's hunting career. It was not a matter of life and death. There was no sense of danger, no eager expectation for the moment where the slightest of stumbles would bring an end to everything they lived for. Even with an Atlesian agent having somehow fucking managed to take command of the course (not that she was particularly surprised; Vale was always willing to open its arsecheeks wide for a pounding from whatever 'innovative' new sexbot Atlas had manufactured in the past week), she had absolutely zero expectation in the obstacles' ability to come even close to killing her. Not that she would have even given them the chance. What huntress would she be if something like an obstacle course could fuck her over? That was something exclusive to drooling retards, and fortunately for her, she was the scion of parents who weren't so incompetent to slam an infant's skull into a wall. Gratia Mindaro was a Hunter. Her prey was not some junkheap of scrap metal. It was wealth. It was fame. It was power. It was the Grimm. And the prize for their eradication - Her mother hugged her tightly. - was their happiness. She breathed in quietly, loosely stretching out her legs. Onyx eyes locked onto the track before her, scanning the course with cold, clinical efficiency. Practice was warm-up. A way to keep her reflexes sharp until the next mission. And she would complete it with nary an issue. Her ponytail was held in place. She wasn't going to waste any more fucking time. Gratia Mindaro started running. Let's see what bullshit you've pulled out of your arse, Piper.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) @NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Kaithas Shuai Taidan - Senior Aura Control "Ah, the freshies have the obstacle course today." Taidan glanced out the window at the courtyard, elbow resting against the sill and propping up his chin. The dark-haired student seemed to be in a contemplative mood, purple eyes wistfully watching the younger Hunters attempt the obstacle course. It was a somewhat nostalgic sight, a memory of a time when his year could just run around trying to beat each other in speed rather than think in-depth about the mechanics of controlling one's Aura. It was super interesting, yeah, but all the metaphysical implications around the malleability of his very being was kinda a lot more complex than just playing around. He thought it was definitely some snazzy stuff, but ah, the simplicity of youth was something he missed. So what if he was only maybe three years older? That totally meant he was a geezer compared to all the young, innocent minds that were adjusting to the Beacon Academy lifestyle! Age wasn't supposed to be a number, it was a mindset! Which, on second thought, actually sounded more to be the actual thing than he thought. Nobody knew how old Goodwitch or Ozpin were, right? The latter had been bossing everybody around for a while, but he didn't actually look like he was somebody's grandpa. Besides that wacky white hair, Ozpin was kinda youthful-looking, wasn't he? How old was the guy supposed to be? Maybe he could ask. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. It was probably rude of him to hit up the boss for his age, wasn't it? A second of extra consideration cemented that view in his mind, and the resident pyromaniac prettboy extraordinaire nodded, immediately switching focus back to the class he was in. Aura Control! The advanced manipulation of one's soul. It was a really snazzy thing, and one he had to admit was strange and beyond his understanding at times. There was just so much food for thought: like, just how did it work? How could he change the bits and pieces that could make up himself just with belief? Was his Aura really his soul in the first place? What did his soul really mean? Where was Shuai Taidan inside the concept of the soul? Would extensive use of aura have any effects on his personality - on his very being? Hm, maybe that could be the topic of his final year thesis.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Skipping class "Hey." Diamond waved to Oswald as he was leaving class, herself leaning against the wall opposite the exit, a frown on her face. Instead of PE, she's been stuck at the infirmary, getting her arm poked and prodded. She originally went there when it started feeling like ants were crawling under her unfeelign skin. She didn't have much hope, but she could nto fathom why it took the good doctor thirty minutes to figure out it was just a phantom. And what could have possibly bene in my eye that needed to be shone on by a fucking searchlight? I can still see a black dot in that eye! "Finally a class where yee lot didn't leave me alone to rot. Do you need a piggyback to the next class?" She smirked with a challenging tilt of a head. since her schedule was reshuffled again as teachers and parts of herself came and went, Diamond had no idea what this particular class' teacher would be like, but hey, it could not possibly be any worse than Vanhomrigh... Riiiiight?</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy@Ayazi Silver Applegate - Airship Docks "I see you two work for the fashion police. Take me away, officers..." He said jokingly lifting his hands as if to get cuffed.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime@Ayazi Airship Docks-Beryl Harken There was a jangle of metal and a sudden explosion of fog. When it faded a pair of shiny new, Altesian handcuffs sat upon the proffered wrists. Beryl twirling away with a grin on her face and all but strutted towards the campus. "Come vile criminal! We're going shopping!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Silvan Haven@Ayazi Gratia Mindaro - Airship Docks If Gratia was in any way surprised by her teammate's possession of handcuffs, none of it showed on her unchanging, flat expression. In any case, it had been a shitty joke. As much of a stain on her eyesight and good taste his clothing choices were, she would more preferably find him an outfit that didn't look like a tapeworm after it had been ripped straight out of somebody's clogged bowels. "We'll take my car," she said, following after her teammate. "Leave your luggage at the dorm and we'll head straight for the stores." It would reduce the time she would have to spend looking at his clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy@Ayazi Silver Applegate - Airship Docks The sudden appearance of handcuffs around Silver's hands was shocking enough for him to scream, but so fitting he couldn't muster the strength to do it. "At least let me drop off my things..." He resigned himself to his fate. "And I guess I'll take off my parka while I'm at it."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime@Ayazi Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken Half an hour later they were spilling out of Gratia's armed and armored SUV (the Gatling gun was safely hidden inside the vehicle) and making their way inside one of Vale's many shopping malls. The travesty that was the parka had been left behind and Beryl's handcuffs had vanished back to wherever it was she kept them. The moneybag Vega had been hauled out of bed and was now accompanying the group, leading the way in singing several songs on the way down from Beacon. "All right!" Beryl called out with a clap of her hands as they entered the building. "I have no idea how to shop. Gratia, lead the way!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom "'Sup," they said in unison. Hana watched the two boys greet her, with Sarina similarly greeting her. She stared at them, waiting for something more. But. But... Is that seriously it?! "'Sup?" Argh, the nerve of these...!! For a moment, she pouted, frustrated with how happily carefree they were. Her first impression of her team hadn't been a particularly positive one, but they were still her team members. They probably became seniors because they were capable as Huntsmen, not because they lived solely to goof off. Had she been a freshman, she'd have instantly judged them for not being good Huntsmen, but there were probably things she did not know that they knew. Also, she needed to calm herself as much as possible before she could reach her breaking point. She was going to be the leader of this... this straightforward bunch of fellow senior classmates. It was either getting used to it all within a year, or leaving just because she couldn't get along with a few people. And, well... ...admittedly, they seemed more approachable than her previous team. Her pout remained still for about a second before she glanced away, a small blush filling her cheeks. The nerve of these guys... Hana thought. Pulling her head up, she turned back to her team. "I-It's nothing," she mumbled in response to their simple words. "Er, actually!- What are you all up to now? I've been thinking about heading to the dorm, unless there's something else in your minds. I may be new, but I figure that as your leader, I should understand what you guys do on a daily basis. And don't think about tricking me!" She kept her gaze on her team members, slightly lowering her caution. She still kept her arms crossed though, and her pout had only slightly softened. @HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson @Crimmy@Ayazi The steel-haired and steel-armed bruiser smirked wryly, folding the latter and glancing aside with the former. "See, that's like me telling you 'don't think about elephants'." His reply was bone-dry in a cordial, teasing way. "You're gonna start thinking about elephants, Boss."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - This is actually a thing?! The reaction was not exactly what Diamond expected, but it was informative in its own stead. Apparently, at least one person in the world thought or knew this could be done, which sent a whole lot more of fright down her back than whatever wrath of the teacher or the other students may try to bring upon her for this, because apparently this fell into the 'bad things' bag. No, what scared the soul out of her was having half a shovel of dust fused to her nerves and somebody using it against her with as much as a thought. Quickly composing herself, she just nodded to the teacher and went to her seat, being none too worried about the glares sent her way. She waited out the rest of the class taking notes on what was being discussed, before the rest of the students were dismissed. This at least ought to be interesting. she thought as she waited where this would go. "Why did you do it?" As far as detention went, she imagined it could have been a lot worse. "To see if it could be done?" she answered. Duh? "And just form the fact that you think or know it can, I'm not going to sleep well for a few weeks, because well, in that case I'm right f*d, aren't I?" she said, making her eyes glow for a second for the emphasis. "Because in all the books and articles I read, and I did my research before having this stuff dumped into my system, nowhere is this mentioned. Unlike the most basic safety regs which say not to give unlabeled mixtures to people not educated in handling the stuff who have not been made aware of the risks, mind you. Which leaves me with two ways to think about this - Judging by the lack of hunters and military men exploding around everywhere when chasing bad guys, either there is some inherent mechanism in all of this that prevents foreign activation and Schwarz was never in any real danger in the first place, or you know something the rest of the world doesn't, and I'd very much like to know how to defend myself against this." she said, her voice a fit of a frightened shiver. It didn't take much thought to see which one was more likely, but then again, up until recently, Diamond didn't think People could be turned into Grimm, and that happened.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Orrin "Obi" Braith Orrin Hack A Shack @Driving Park@NaraK@Kaithas --- "AHAHA!" Orrin clapped a hand down hard on Iona's shoulder, his laughter obnoxiously loud. "Yes! We will be like ninjas!" He stepped back and took a moment to survey his team. All of them looked competent, even the newcomer he hadn't yet met. Confidence swelled in his chest. In his mind, success was already a guarantee, unquestionable. He readjusted the massive shield on his back, and stood up a little straighter. He listened as Blaine explained why he would not be a good candidate to hold the drives. Orrin's hand shot up, almost involuntarily. "Ooh! Iona! Pick me!" He struck his chest with a closed fist. "I know how to use computers!"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War The basket of goodies was completely empty. Not that this surprised Andrew, he knew how much budding huntsmen and huntresses could eat. Andrew focused on piloting as the kids talked and asked their questions. "I couldn't tell you what the Mayor's reasons are for sure. But Gratia is probably right on the money. Gallia has always been fairly self-reliant, I imagine the fact that they had to ask for help at all probably bugs Gideon more than he'll admit." Andrew waited a moment before continuing, Beryl's questions weren't something he wanted to answer carelessly. Giving these students the wrong idea of the situation could be disastrous after all. "There's been unrest for sometime, it wasn't until this rebel group started organizing that things became violent as they are now. They've been stirring up the majority of the trouble. They don't like how Gideon runs things and they want a change in leadership, apparently by force." The airship adjusted course a bit. "As for the Mayor himself, well I can't say we see eye to eye on uh...most things, he runs a very tight ship, very no nonsense kind of guy. I haven't seen any evidence of him doing anything unethical though, and as long as that remains the case we will assist him."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond – Incompatible opinions "Trust? That went out the window fourteen years ago." Diamond said, wanting to go with a snarky snort, but in the end, she sounded beaten and sour about it. "I don't expect any and give little, never implicitly anyway. If I did, I'd have ended up dead or on a whorehouse or something like that a long time ago." Then she looked up in the teacher's eyes. "Trust? Among hunters? Few days ago, I saw a huntress turned grimm worshipper gut one of the number of people I can count on the fingers of one crippled hand that I actually care about, and could, perhaps, after some time working together, 'trust'. If someone who trained to protect people from the Grimm and was allowed to pass can fall into.. into… wanting to be one with them?! Then who can you trust?" She complained, frustrated and still a bit distressed by the memory. On one hand they are trying to feed her this teamwork, gettogether propaganda, on the other they sent her into 100% situations thus far where she got stabbed in the back. Bullshit detected! "Rewind again, a week ago, we were set up by a racist maniac and almost buried all evidence of his atrocities, believing he was sending us to relieve the area of grimm. From what I've seen this far, this job requires you to look over your shoulder, read between the lines, observe every detail and question everything than working for the mob." She smiled inside when it came to detention. Free classes. As if she ever left for anything but a drink, something she could do without. Girl, you have no life! Perhaps no smuggling drinks into the dorm for a while. "I'll be there. And you're welcome to pick my head any day, but first I'll want to know whom you're allowed to tell how much of what I tell you." She said, not wanting to go into any details before she knew the shrink won't tell on her. Better get kicked out and take a chance with the dirty money than jailed, and the rest of the faculty need to be none the wiser.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni's knees wobbled a little as he looked over the large crowd in the auditorium of the prestigious school of Beacon. He could feel the butterflies in his belly as the names of the Forever Falls teams we're read off. Why this was so nerve racking for him, he had no idea, but he would have to do his best to ignore it. Geni payed close attention as the names of the other teams were read of and show to them on the screen above. Unfortunately, he had no idea who most of the other students were, Geni had not really taken the time to talk to many of the students that had walked off the airship with him when he first got here. But he did not worry to much about it, he would have plenty of opportunities to converse with the other students, especially the ladies. Geni was surprised about the amount of beautiful women attending this school, and not only that, they would be sharing dorms, better yet they would be in the same room. Geni had been excited about this, at least until he realized he only had one girl on his team, and the rest was just a sausage fest. Geni snapped to attention when he heard Ozpin apologize about a Team Catapult, or Kaput. Apparently they were brutal about something and ended up in trouble. Geni had not idea how a rookie team was able to survive against a senior team and still come back with no casualties. There team seemed like a team to reckoned with, and they were the perfect team to annoy the hell out of. Geni would have to find out were there dorm room was so he could begun operations. Geni then stiffled a laugh when he heard there team name."Jormungandr." There team name was a snake? Although Geni was not sure he was translating correctly or was just wrong, it was still funny to him. After another team was introduced and welcomed, the best team was finally up, Geni's team. Although he was not so sure about his teammates, he liked there team. They were the odd ones out, the cool kids so to speak, at least that's what Geni thought. Geni puffed up with pride once he heard of his teams heroics being announced, they managed to steal the King of Diamonds from and flaming Salamanders nest, and came back with out a single casualty. That was defiantly a sign of awesomeness, and if it was not, them he did not know what was, and Geni hand to admit it was worth stealing something with such a cool name, King of Diamonds. Then Geni's praise stopped when he heard there team name, "Gilgamesh." "What a name." Geni mumbled to himself sadly. He was defiantly not expecting such a name for such an awesome team. He would not stand for such a thing, he would strive to change this teams name and give them a better, one deserving of such an awesome team. Geni's tail flicked around aggravatedly as he listened to Ozpin's words and permission for dismissal. Geni quickly turned to his his teammates and looked at each one of them in the eyes. " I will not stand for this!" "I vote that we should get out team name changed." He said in his best stern politician voice.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Now that she stood at the podium, Diamond was having trouble believing she actually passed. Technically this was her first time ever purposefully fighting a grimm, one of that size no less. Even though it did make her laugh like a madwoman as she helped butcher it. The fact that it was a giant plant might have had something to do with the fact that she remained without a scratch, although she was certain some overtaxed muscles were going to hurt tomorrow. Combine that with her past, and she could see why one might not accept her. She didn't exactly try to make friends either... ____________________________________________________________ Earlier... She was standing outside in the gardens, hoping for some peace and quiet before the life of a student claimed her. She had to snicker at herself. Diamond Frost, the wannabe huntress in training. If you told her that two years ago she'd have laughed at you and dragged you to a loony bin. She was facing a flower patch, one hand supporting her on her black cane and getting a drag from the smoke in the other. All in all, a nice day… "You? Freeze!" she heard an immature voice behind her. Oh for the love of… WHAT! Diamond thought as she turned around, cane ready. "Can I help you?" she asked, the words polite but the tone clearly far from it. In front of her was a girly clad in red and black, looking more lost than intimidating. She eyeballed her for a second too long for Diamond's comfort before she composed herself. "Uhhh, ahhh… I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Aren't you related?" the kid said, waving a scroll in front of her with a picture on it. "Yeah! to him and to every other guy in a hat and white coat." Diamond said with a cold voice. "What can I say, Red, he has a great taste, but no, sorry, never met him, not even in prison." she smiled as she saw the girl flinch at the nickname and then at the mention of prison, she she liked to call Juvy. "Ooook… do you know by a chance where-" At this point Diamond yawned, the sound blocking what Red over there was saying, "-is?" Diamond smiled and pointed to a random exit she didn't know where it led. Red beamed her a smile and a thanks and turned to leave. Gods, the kids were so gullible! "Hey Red!" She called behind her, making her stop and turn around to face her again. She took a drag and breathed a puff of smoke right into her face: "I have no idea what's that way. A piece of advice for life: When you grow up, stay away from girls like me." she said, tipped her hat and left the area, her interest in the person lost. ____________________________________________________________ Looking left and right, she took in her team. Working with someone was a whole new thing. So far she always worked alone, whether it was pickpocketing on the streets, stealing a piece of art from an apartment or just generally trying to stay alive in Juvy. She shuddered as some less than pleasant memories popped to her mind, quickly banished by a shake of the head. That wasn't to say she had a problem with it. She didn't mind, possibly even enjoyed it. Not that she would let anyone know just yet. While the headmaster claimed the irony was not lost on him, it was on her. Didn't it actually make sense to put a guy used to observing the battlefield and multitasking in charge? That and he had a fucking TANK. One doesn't argue with a caliber larger than their own fist. She didn't quite get what Mr. Goldstein intended to do if he was picked for a fight in one of the combat classes - save for demolishing a wall to get that infernal machine indoors - but in the worst case scenario and if the teachers allowed, She just might fight his fights. After all, that was exactly what she did during the initiation when some of the smaller grimm housed in the Datura got too close. She'd call that plan F. Getting off of the stage, she completely lost interest in the ceremony. All she wanted to do was to get out of the room so she could go out light a smoke, take a bath and fall aslee... Yeaaaaaaah. The thought of sharing a room with three guys was scary, but sharing a bathroom with them was downright horrifying. Well then again, it was most likely better than Juvy. Sighing, she turned to the rest of them: "Well gents, now what?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Wow, leader. Who woulda thought?" Robert said to himself out loud, playing with the idea in his head. "Well now that I think about it, we did talk about it back at the airships. Being the first to finish does give you a lot of time to talk about stuff." Robert stopped daydreaming to notice that the auditorium was starting to get empty pretty quickly. He looked down into his hand to see a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to their team's room. One of the faculty must have given it to him when he had been staring off into nothing like a goof. "Alright team! To our room!" he shouted, pointing and then making his way to the nearest exit. As he walked to the room, he would occasionally check behind him to make sure he didn't lose track of anyone. That would be a pretty bad mistake to make right after becoming the official leader of team RPDG. As they traversed the hallways of Beacon, Robert turned and began walking backwards, occasionally looking forwards again to make sure he didn't bump into anything or get them lost. He did this so that he could face his teammates while speaking to them. "So what should our first order of business be when we get to our room?" he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni raised an eyebrow as the beautiful fox faunas turn towards him and whispered into his ear a death threat. Even though he had received many death threats in his life time, he had never felt the way he did when he heard this one. Geni was immediately attracted to the woman, although the woman probably despised him, he would find a way to get on her good side. Geni had kind off hoped that she would be the kind type but this would work out, they would need the badass chick to complete the groups awesomeness. But Geni had to wonder why she was so mean, all he wanted was a cool team name that would complement the true nature of the team itself. Unfortunately someone did not like that idea and decided to convey that dislike through the form of a death threat. Although the woman had established her own opinion on the matter, still had 2 more voters left. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not a democracy and it was probably not up to him, but it was a good conversation starter. "Look lady, we're not gonna get all gladiatorial on each other. Not gonna happen. But I would love to get to know you more. Kuren right?" He said with a grin on his face. Geni was not sure if that was the girl's name, it was kinda hard to catch the name of your teammate when your fighting for your life, and that same teammate decides the threaten you.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson smiled as he followed Robert to their new room, Greyson was a little disappointed that he couldn't be leader but it was probably for the best anyways if anything Greyson would make battle plans for the team instead. Right now Greyson just wanted to lay down and relax knowing they would be starting the real school stuff soon so Greyson wanted to just relax for a few moments before going off to do whatever they decided on. For once it was a good thing that Greyson wasn't the only high strong person they had in their team compared to Daniel. "first order of business should be personalizing our spaces so that we know who's bed belongs to who." Greyson said smiling since they all had their own beds and small area they should start decorating accordingly ask they wouldn't get confused as to who sleeps where. Greyson was glad he had a team like this and could rely on them like their battle with the giant bull with a huge attitude</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's eyes blazed as her team mate was quickly devolving into 'most recent fix'. He said they where not going to go at it gladiatorial style, and even got her name wrong. She herself wasn't listening to Ozpin and so didn't know her target's name, but there was quite a good reason for that. This human on the other hand didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, except his brain. That thing was clearly damaged if he thought to complain at something as minute and meaningless as a team name. He was even grinning. If Mokuren tried to grin right now, she'd terrify any onlooker that cared to onlook. It grated her nerves, and those where already under a lot of strain. She gripped the sword at her side tightly for a few seconds, before letting it go and swishing her tail erratically. "No, we aren't going at it gladiatorial style. That would imply you have a fair chance, and as such would be stupid. But if you do want to know more about me, then maybe you can get a better set of priorities. The name of our team is fleeting and has no grasp on the mortal realm. And I really don't see what problem you have with Gilgamesh anyway. He sounds like an interesting person" Mokuren replied, trying not to bare her teeth at him. In such a situation, the sharp, carnivorous fangs probably wouldn't be taken the right way. "And if you wish for my name, then you should have listened to the professor"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him. "Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius kept fairly silent as his lamentations went over everyone's heads. He hadn't been antagonizing them or anything, hell, he didn't want to be a fancy little leader in the slightest. All that he had been trying to convey was his playful display of sarcasm. Not that they had noticed in the slightest. Hell, he would've even offered the girl a smoke since her stocks were down. Of course, he wasn't much of a smoker himself. They were a bit too lowly for him. People would have thought him a common thug if they saw him smoking a bland cigarette. The sighs were inaudible as the Aurellius followed his crew down the halls of Beacon Academy, finally coming across their room with a neat little surprise waiting for them. Miss Diamond with all the ironic glamour that entailed. Seriously, who names their child 'Diamond'? It infuriated him slightly as the others claimed their beds, leaving him stuck between Miss Diamond and the meat shield. He snorted slightly as Marcus complained about his injury, making a mock jerking gesture to Oswald on the other side of Marcus. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last," the man said, eliciting another snicker of amusement from Aurellius as he sat down on his own bed. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't." He stood up, right hand over his heart as he sniffled. "For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Salads good. Healthy food is good," Robert replied to Priscilla. Not knowing what else to say, he took a few more bites of his food. He continued eating until he realized just how silent they had become. In order to keep an awkward silence from occurring, Robert racked his brain for new topics to move on to. "So, what do you think about Greyson and Daniel?" he asked. While thinking though he hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing with his hands, which were continuously dunking his cookie in his milk carton. Eventually, the continuous dunking caused the cookie to crumble and drop into the milk carton, sending milk everywhere. "Um, oops? Sorry for any milk I got on you," he apologized.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla giggled, nodding her head. "Yup! I do love the healthy food, eventhough your food looks really good..." she said laughing again silently and stabbing her salad with a fork, taking a bunch of it with the fork and then she ate. "Mmm. This is good, you should taste it if you want?" Priscilla smiled at him and looked at her glass of water, opening the cap and taking a sip of it. Now this was a wonderful moment, eating with Robert but she was getting a bit full too. Yes full out of salad. "Greyson and Daniel? Mmm. I think they are both great members for our team. Greyson was the first one I saw, so I am so glad that he got to be in the team with us. He is nice and sweet, haha. Daniel is nice too but he can be a little umm.. you know. Especially how he spoke earlier on about the bed situtation..." she told him, while putting the cap back on the water bottle. She felt a bit of milk drop on her left hand but she wiped it away quickly looking up at Robert and laughing as she blushed from embarrassment. "Haha. That's okay, Robbie. No worries. But I do want some of that cookie!~" Priscilla winked at him, grabbing a napkin and cleaning out the milk that spurted everywhere in the table that they sat down. Even some milk that was on Robert's shirt, it was noticeable but she managed to clean it up with a napkin. "Alrighty. So, what do you think of them?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it. "Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back. Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Marcus's comment about sentry duty and showers made Oswald chuckle a bit. "You got that right, boss. Can't tell you how many guys got a shiner for peeping back at home." He wondered how often they'd actually be outside of the school grounds: he couldn't imagine the Academy letting first-year students with little to no actual combat experience out very often. Yes, there had been the test, but considering the number of injuries the students had suffered against their enemies, he doubted there would be frequent excursions any time soon. It seemed they were being advised to wake up early for breakfast. Oswald figured about six in the morning would be good. Once their other teammate was showered, he'd follow and then go to sleep. Not much left to do this day, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary ==> Dorm Gren took the sedative from Sapphire tentatively. Sapphire had measure the dose accurately as far as she could tell so it should have no adverse effects on Shiro. Sapphire watched both of the boys jump from the window chasing after Shiro, a job she should be doing. It was not so much that the job was getting done without her, that didn't bother her as much as the fact that she was incapable of performing the job in her current condition. She needed to be fast, her current condition did not allow that for that in the slightest. Sapphire began to pace, or more accurately limp up and down the infirmary wing. Her ankle was slightly swollen but there appeared to be no extreme damage, Sapphire guessed it would be gone in two maybe three days but for her that wasn't soon enough. She felt like a bird whose wings had been clipped. She was stranded unable to do anything. After what felt like hours though in reality was likely only about five minutes Sapphire had had enough. As long as she didn't perform any extreme tasks she would be back in fighting form in about two weeks. While that wasn't soon enough for Sapphire it still meant that she didn't need to be in the infirmary anymore. Sapphire walked back to the supply cupboard at the far end of the room and after liberating ample supplies she used them to bandage up her arm. She had accidentally torn a significant hole in her arm when she'd pulled out her IV tube. It too would heal in two or three days but it led directly to a vein and if left unattended could cause her to bleed out over a number of hours. Sapphire bandaged it and placed the remaining supplies back in the cupboard. She was just about to leave when on a whim she returned taking three doses of the same sedative she'd given to Gren with her. If Shiro had another episode it would be best to have some on hand. Sapphire returned to her hospital bed and set about dressing herself in her combat clothing. She disrobed from the horrible hospital gear, making sure her semblance was active first that way no one would be able to walk in on her. Then she pulled on a pair of black leggings and a pleated black skirt over top that fell to just before her knees. She donned a dark blue tank top and draped a knee length black trench coat over her arm. On a night like this it didn't seem the time for it. Sapphire considered putting on her combat boots before deciding that her ankle wouldn't be able to take that kind of strain. For the moment she would continue to wear the hospital slippers. Unfortunately her gloves appeared to have been damaged beyond repair in the tunnels or else they would be here. Lastly Sapphire tied a green banana with white embroidery around her neck. It didn't quite fit with the rest of her color scheme but even so Sapphire almost never took it off. She tied the laces of her combat boots together and tossed them over her arm along with her coat. She was good to go. Lastly she took her main weapons, a little something special her father had had made personally for her with a setting for every occasion and she placed them in holsters on her back. Moving slower than was strictly comfortable for her so as not to aggravate her ankle Sapphire walked out of the infirmary. When she got out of the building she took in a long draft of fresh air. For some reason air in hospitals always smelled stale. Sapphire assumed it has something to do with the disinfectants. There was a map of Beacon pre-downloaded onto her scroll and Sapphire was glad to see that someone had been kind enough to have the dormitories for team Swansong marked on it. Sapphire liked there team name. It might sound delicate but it reminded Sapphire of a song her mother used to sing and every warrior knew the things that looked the most harmless were often the most deadly. Just after Sapphire had entered the building were the dorms were located she got a call on her scroll. It was Abel reporting that Shiro had been found and they were going to bring him to the dorms. He said he'd see her tomorrow. Sapphire almost laughed at that but instead gave a sort of non committal response to let him know the message had been heard. If he was under the impression that she was going to spend another night in the infirmary he was in for a big surprise. Sapphire made it to the dorms and pushed the door open to there's. It was a fairly spacious room with two bunk beds, and a large window. The room was not nearly as nice as the one she'd slept in back home but then again her father wasn't at Beacon so Sapphire decided this was preferable. Sapphire chose the bottom bunk next to the window and across from the door. This way she had the best access to both exits. If she had been in better health she might have rearranged some of the furniture to make the exits more accessible to her current location but that would have to wait for a time when she could put all of her body weight on both feet. All there bags had been delivered too the room. Sapphire contented herself with unpacking. She dragged her single suitcase over to her bed and opened it. First she dug through it until she found a small empty duffle bag. The duffle bag she packed with one spare set of clothing, an emergency medical kit, some cash, and a fake ID she'd procured with her father's connections. The last item she slid into the lining of the bag so that if anyone went through her stuff they wouldn't find it easily. This was what she called an emergency bag, in essence any time she needed to she could take this one bag and leave, leave everything behind. Run as far as she needed to. Sapphire did not expect to have to use it at Beacon Academy but it was comforting knowing that it was an option available to her. She placed the bag at the foot of her bed and pushed it just slightly under. Then she set her suitcase at the foot of bed in front of it and before returning to her bed took a battered violin case from her suit case as well as a book. The book she set on her bed and the violin case she opened. The instrument inside was beautiful. Made of high grade oaken wood and polished to a shine Sapphire had never seen a prettier instrument. Of course her opinion could have something to do with that fact that it was her instrument but it didn't matter one way or another. Sapphire took the violin out of its case, set it against her chin and took up the bow. She used it to draw one long wailing note from the strings just to make sure it was still working after its trip and it was in tune. Satisfied Sapphire replaced it in its case and slid the case under her bed, no need for her teammates to see it. She then took up the book she'd retrieved from her suitcase and lay down slowly on her bed. Any minute her teammates would be here.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert quickly went back to the lunch line and grabbed a few different types of food, hoping that a variety to choose from would satisfy Greyson and Daniel. Then, while still balancing both lunch trays, he gestured to Priscilla towards the exit and said, "Let's go get this to the guys." While walking back to their team's room, Robert began to think on the day's events. He had joined a great team, met the pretty Priscilla, fought a horrible Grimm, and then became leader of that aforementioned team. All in all a good day. Then again, it wasn't that easy. There were the Rapier Wasps, the minor sunburn, and the several injuries sustained from fighting the Sitting Bulls and... what did Ozpin call it? A Minos Bull? Nah, Edgar was much easier to remember, and more fun to say. "Edgar. Ha!" Robert actually blurted out without noticing. "What a funny name for a Grimm."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick." After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?" When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense. Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class. "Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time. Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today." As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth stopped fidgeting with her collar, shook both of their hands and smiled slightly. "A 'welcome' is the kindest term for it. They called us up there, said that we suck, and then said 'good luck with proving us wrong'." She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Well, to be fair, the headmaster seemed okay enough with us. Good#####, on the other hand..." Her hand fell to her side, clenching into a fist before relaxing. "We're going to prove her and her stupid exams wrong. We're going to prove that a bunch of washouts can and will be the best students this place has ever produced." She stripped her hat off, letting her hair and her feathers out. "And to that extent, gonna have to be honest with each other. I'm a Faunus and I have a past I'd rather forget. Sangue, you're creepy, Ben, your hair is annoying, and Trad... You need to shave. Think that covers it."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Amy, you're distracting. Don't think that covers it." Bastion's team leader shot back, his tone and the grin crossing his face were the easiest indicators that he was joking. He idly ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful for a moment. In fairness, he hadn't combed it that morning. ... Nor did he usually. Then he shrugged, letting out quiet laugh. "And I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to talk to a team leader." "But I like your attitude. Ignore the mop on my head and we'll be fine. Can't speak for Trad, though, dude totally looks mean." Another chuckle, this time directed jokingly at the other teenager. 'Good#####', he had to admit, that was clever. Probably grounds for some very severe detentions if heard, but clever. It was going to be an interesting ride.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. "Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying." The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. "The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will ever be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl or the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment."Ah, but Sappy, you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) "Ummm. Well okay." Trad was completely taken back, Amy went from nervous to completely open and critical. Well, an attempt at criticism. Did she really try getting at him for his stubble? There's only so much a man can control about his hair! Before he could say anything, Ben returned fire and eased the situation. "Hey!" Trad spoke harshly silencing the two, "I am not mean, just a little rugged." His tone changed to that of an pouting child. As soon as he spoke, Trad couldn't help but chuckle. He had a feeling this team of "washouts" was going to get along just fine.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled at Ivan's attempt to defend his sorry excuse for a sparring match. He'd been essentially useless in the ring. Only two of his shots had actually done any real damaged compared to the twenty or so he'd fired. The only reason Merlin hadn't won was because Ivan had realized he couldn't score vitory and decided to take his opponent with him essentially committing suicide. It was both desperate and foolish and not really effective if you wanted to live to fight a second time. "Funny I thought a miscalculation of his abilities with dust was what put his aura in the red but don't worry about it dear, as long as you tried your best that's all anyone can really expect from you. And by the way the fact that you can't seem to see where you went wrong is the reason you'll never make it as a Hunter. You've gotta be able to learn from your mistakes and the fact that your arguing with me about how good you seem to think your utter failure was just proves that you are anything but adaptable." Sapphire flared with anger when Ivan called her Sapphy, no one called her that. Her sisters abbreviated her name to Saph and Sapphire didn't mind only because they were family. Rather than threaten him however Sapphire let the moment pass. If she made a big deal of the nickname she would never hear her real name from his mouth. The next thing he said almost made her laugh. "So you think it would have been more respectful if they'd not offered me the food they did to all of you? Well whatever, I lost my lunch to Fuzzball's landing so might as well take them up on there offer. Incidentally You're partner seems to have run off, says something about what he thinks of your attempt to defend is honor." Sapphire said with a condescending grin on her face before turning her back on Ivan and walking up to the table were most of her team was waiting. "You guys still got some extras or should I go pick something new up from the caf?" It had been pretty clear from last night that none of them got along particularly well with her so if they wanted to refuse her a seat at there table it wouldn't really matter to her.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla looked at Rayna as she rose an eyebrow but shrugged her head. She wasn't really in the mood to be talking to her because of what she did to her back on the arena when they were fighting. So all Priscilla did was a fake acting scene, nod her head and say thank you. But she wasn't really in the mood to be talking to Rayna. That was when Robert came in and decided to be protective, that was cute and sweet of him to do but she didn't really need the protection. Priscilla had her stuff under controlled. "It's okay, Robert... don't worry about it..and Greyson as well." she smiled at the both of them and stood up from her table, throwing away her food on the garbage which she really wasn't that hungry because clearly she lost her appetite. As she walked away from the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson As Robert stared angrily at Rayna, one of her teammates approached him from behind and said, "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir." Robert immediately got defensive, replying back, "Me? I didn't do anything. She-" Suddenly, Greyson interrupted him, trying to defuse the situation by saying, "Robert it's not what you think. Yes, Rayna may sound mean, but she's not insulting Priscilla. If she was, I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Priscilla advice." Robert turned to Greyson, thinking on what he had said. Well, Robert only picked up some of the conversation, it was possible that he was in the wrong here. Priscilla finally spoke up and gave her own input. "It's okay, Robert... don't worry about it... and Greyson as well," she said. Then she got up from her seat and began to walk away. Robert stepped in the direction she went, but stopped when he remembered what had caused this whole awkward situation. He turned back to Rayna and Victor, looked down in shame, let out a sigh, then finally looked back up to them. "I'm sorry. I overreacted and snapped at you. Both of you. A leader should be more rational than that and think things through more," he said. He then looked back toward Greyson, giving him a nod of appreciation. "Now, if you'll all excuse me," he said before fast walking in the direction Priscilla had left. As soon as he saw Priscilla again, he shouted, "Hey Priscilla! Wait up, I wanted to say something!" Robert picked up his pace, while still trying to not spill his untouched lunch, and finally caught up to her. "Hey, I wanted to say...um, something... uhhh." His mind struggled to remember what it was that he wanted to say. "Umm... umm... think, think, think." He had to say something, he already had her attention. "Uh, do you wanna, like, go out sometime... together... just the two of us?" he finally said. Had that been what he originally wanted to say to her? He couldn't remember. But Robert was sure that if Priscilla said yes that this would be way better than what he was going to say originally.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad slowly raised his hand. He wasn't exactly itching to fight a Grimm, but wanted the class to know he was willing. He was confident whatever was in that cage could be killed with relative ease… Right? Unless this was a trick! The professor just stated how he didn't feel the students held resourcefulness and knowledge very high, what better way to show them their errors then by making an example of one? There could be a Grimm that none of them would be prepared for. Whoever went up would find themselves helpless to fight back and proving professor Port's point. "Stop! You're over thinking this." He finally shook away the doubting thoughts. Even if this was just a way to prove their lack of ability, wouldn't that just spark ones desire to improve more? No matter if he was picked or not, Trad felt he was ready for anything.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom When Sangue heard that the funny-looking professor of the class would tell everyone a story, she expected a decent story. And, to her ears, it was a decent story. For Sangue lived with little to no tolerance on listening to others' tales, regardless of how idle and passive they were. They were her form of entertainment by default. She glanced at Ben, then at Trad. Her two teammates seemed… excited to raise their hands. To imitate them, she attempted to raise her hand, only to hear the familiar sound of chains quietly clattering against each other. Sangue turned to her right arm, suddenly remembering that she had a metallic link of chains instead of flesh. Blinking with her blank expression still on, she turned away from the claw "arm" and proceeded to raise her other hand. She actually did not understand what was going on due to the fact that she finally dozed off when Professor Port daringly asked the students if they were willing to face a Grimm. Needless to say, she had no reason to fear about fighting anything without weapons, regardless of whether she knew what was going on or not. "…" Sangue remained silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Armory Class Ivan barely managed a grunt as Indigo asked his question, apparently wrapped in both self-pity and the cleaning of his absolutely massive handgun. Instead, he vaguely gestured to where he'd disconnected the actual weapon from the gauntlet. Surfacing momentarily as the professor came in, he lowered his voice and gave the answer. "Maintenance, mostly. My power is stressful on the barrel, and I have to check constantly for warping from the focused heat. It's rare, given the type of metal I used to create Leviathan, but I've seen it happen before." Seemingly satisfied with that explanation, Ivan leaned back and kicked his feet onto the table, pulling his oversized hat down over his eyes, half listening to the teacher drone on about what to expect from the classroom. As far as he was concerned, the class hadn't started yet, and everything before that was a motivational speech, if not wasted breath. Probably both at the same time. He snickered quietly to himself, leaning back on his chair before he barely caught the mention of 'White-' out of one of the several fanus present in the room. The gunslinger managed to turn his sudden snap to attention into a badly disguised yawn, awkwardly stretching his arms over his head and nearly knocking off his ridiculously large hat in his haste. There was only one well-known organization that could garner such a drastic reaction from the most ill-timed of all Freudian slips. The White Fang. He ground his teeth almost absently at the mere mention of the name. Horrible criminals who brought harm to the innocent and masked themselves like the dirty scum that roamed the lands outside of the kingdoms. This first day just kept getting better.With his badly created veil of disinterest all but obliterated, Ivan stood bolt upright and glared around the room at the rest of the students, preparing to give his introductory speech. Even with the annoyance, anger, and new-found suspicion that smoldered behind his intensely green eyes, Ivan's introduction was laced with his signature aggravating amounts of arrogance. He tossed out the syllables simply dripping with disdain, as if this were already something the common masses learned in their childhood schooling. "My name is Ivan Oakley. I'm a damn good shot and perfectly capable engineer when it comes to projectile based weapons of all sorts, specializing in large caliber guns." He tossed a glance at the Unsubtle. "Of the more, ah, mobile variety. My semblance allows them to hit harder than they should."</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Armory, Period 4 Indi listened as Ivan described what he was doing. Yeah, that made sense. Doing weird semblance stuff to your weapon was bound to mess it up, especially if your semblance dealt with force. With that satisfying, surprisingly non-douchey response, Indi focused on the professor. The professor had so much energy, charisma, and command. The speech was rousing and reassuring. He didn't know much about engineering, one simple textbook was all he had to work with when creating Cia and Lana. He wasn't a savant or anything, he just made a real nice blade and two decent guns, but to him that was enough. At least, it was before. Now, he wanted to work hard and make something even better. Dust, that was where he was lacking. Cia and Lana didn't do much with it, he didn't even really use dust bullets. But here, he'd make more use of it. He allowed some other people to introduce themselves first, he wasn't a complete attention seeker, just mostly one. Moreover, he wanted to here the really hot chick's intro. To do that, he surprisingly listened to all the others, trying real hard not to miss her. The lion dude, Geni, said his piece, letting slip that he had a stint with the White Fang. Whoops. Even mentioning the White Fang as a faunus was risky business. Indi, personally, was fine with them. People listened to violence, why shy away from it? Besides, Faunus have been getting stomped on for awhile, it was time for them to be treated as equals. Indi looked over at Ivan to see him get pissed more. Jeez, Indi thought he was a hothead but all Ivan ever did was get mad. At least he made stupid pervy jokes in between the blind rage. Wait, was he pissed at Geni for mentioning the White Fang? That was... stupid. What the hell was wrong with Geni? He said used to, even if you have a problem with the WF he left them, why-? Indi was shaken from his thoughts as Ivan got up to introduce himself. Whatever, he'd get pissed at Ivan later. Ivan introduced himself in his typical narcissistic way, so Indi decided to follow in his footsteps and introduce himself as well. "Hey, I'm Indi. I like to kill stuff, and I'd like to think I make a good blade, though I guess I'm gonna find out if I actually do. I'm pretty sure I do, though." He said, taking a glance back up at Saph and that intimidating girl while sitting back down.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class. After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here. Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright. Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - Armory->PE Ivan had spent much of the rest of the class doing small-scale adjustments and cleaning out the fine Dust buildup along the barrel and cylinder of his weapon. Detention. That was... new. It would help work out differences via hard work. Always a bright side of things. He was lost in thought as the bell rang, the loud sound starling him into action. He quickly collected his things, bowed stiffly to the professor, and took off out the door back toward his locker. He made quick time at his jogging pace, overtaking a few of the more prepared students who didn't have to hurry to their next class. Ivan reached his locker with time to spare, quickly glancing around as he stuffed his weapons and over-clothes into the locker to make sure that he wasn't going to suddenly assault the eyes of anyone with his shirtless form. As much as his regular clothes served him well in battle, they weren't the most comfortable when he would doing his usual strenuous workout routine. Sweat was always an unpleasant side effect and he'd washed the shirt only a day prior. Instead, he pulled on a tight fitting, cream colored shirt, some darkly colored shorts, and a pair of expensive running shoes in an effort to expose enough skin to cool off as he exercised. After a simple once-over to confirm that no tags were hanging out or that he hadn't selected one of the shirts with bloodstains on it, Ivan jogged over to the PE area in time to catch Aurellius' comment about the multitude of women that had shown up for the class. The gunslinger opened his mouth to say something in response to the blonde fellow's statement, glanced at the assembled women for a moment, thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then promptly closed his mouth again. The last class had already been an experiment in tolerance, and he'd be damned if another fight broke out because some prick had issues with what he said. Instead, he made past the assembled figures to a place where he began his own stretching warm-up.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: PE "Careful, angry classmates are more worrying than Sitting Bulls or Wendigo cubs." Ben commented to Aurellius with a joking grin as he stepped into the room. In the back of his head, he had to admit that he didn't entirely disagree with the other student. He wasn't nearly suicidal enough to actually say it out loud, not with one of his own female teammates present. He'd hurried to PE as soon as the bell rang, just after passing off a second copy of the notes to Sangue and wishing both she and Trad luck in the next class. They'd actually split up, if he recalled their schedules correctly, so he and Amy were the only BAST members with a teammate in their class. For this period, at least. He didn't quite remember if it changed for the next class. BAST's leader had taken the time to change along the way, donning black exercise pants and a light weight gray t-shirt. It showed more of his physique than usual, but what did he expect? Anything light enough for PE was going to be a step down from his usual attire. Lawnslot and Artorius were tucked into the bag he'd been carrying earlier, just visible poking out from the top. He didn't really know of anywhere to properly stow them, yet, and he wasn't really inclined to simply leave them in a hallway locker. So in with his books and notes they went, carefully tucked into a locker in the boys' locker room. Out in the main area, he stretched slightly in place. Grimm Studies had been a fantastic warm-up, even if longer ago than he would have really liked, and it didn't take very long at all to get his muscles moving again. After a moment's thought, he crossed towards Amy and her new acquaintance, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, Amy. And hello, miss…?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Practice The bell sounded almost simultaneously as Diamond struck the Itzamna with a shadow bat. Trad was actually disappointed to hear it. Sitting and watching these fights was a great learning experience, but he was ready to put what he had learned to the test but it didn't look like that would happen today. With a quick look at his scroll, his enthusiasm returned. Practice, a place where he could improve on combat skills he was lacking. PE wasn't very necessary, years of carrying lumber to his parent's workshop had given Trad a rather large build, he probably could have wrestled some of those Grimm from earlier. While survival did peak his interest at first, he decided honing his skills would be a better use of his time. Giving Ben and Sangue a salute with two fingers he headed towards the practice field, Trad realized he was the first there. It made sense. Port brought the Grimm studies class outside so Trad had a head start, he wouldn't have been surprised if he beat the teacher here. Looking around at the obstacles, balance beams, and wall jumpers, Trad began having second thoughts about all this, he wasn't exactly limber. The target range gave him much needed relief. Trad knew how to load and fire a gun without much of a problem. He walked to the rack of rifles in from of the targets and began examining them.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson- survival Greyson sighed as the class finally ended knowing his next class would be survival which Greyson would take more seriously considering that this class could mean the difference of life and death out in the wild without communication to the outside. Greyson kept thinking about those horror movies and how if someone knew do to this and to tell the scared one to shut up and listen they would all live happily ever after. Greyson wasn't going to be ignorant when the times comes to put these skills to the test. Greyson walked into class and sat down and when he did he took out his notebook and pencil and got ready to write down whatever the professor decided to discuss...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert exited from the Grimm Studies class, thinking on three questions he had. One, why didn't he get picked? Was it because the teacher didn't think him ready? Was it some other reason he couldn't think of? Robert was pretty sure he was the third person to raise his hand. So why wasn't he picked? Second, why was Greyson staring so much at Priscilla that the teacher had to call him out on it? Robert still hadn't put two and two together and continued onto his third thought. Finally, why was that one guy from team MODA go and basically butcher that Sitting Bull? Sure it was a Grimm, but everything about the battle seemed over-the-top brutal. Watching the Sitting Bull get stabbed repeatedly made Robert feel... uneasy. He was sure that if he seen it in a movie or something he would have greatly enjoyed it, thinking it awesome and cool. Seeing it in person, knowing it was real and not just CGI or a costume was different though. Robert physically shook his head as if doing so would some how make the image of the dying Sitting Bull leave his mind. He looked up to see Priscilla walking in the same direction of the Practice class, and couldn't help but feel excited that he got another class to spend with her. Robert thought back on why he had chosen the classes he did as he caught up to Priscilla. He had chosen Grimm Studies over Armory because he had figured that finding and exploiting a Grimm's weaknesses fit much more with his fighting style than blasting away indiscriminately. He didn't choose P.E. because he hated any exercise that didn't actually provide any benefit beyond just the basic benefits of exercise. So that left Practice and Survival, which he finally decided that having better combat skills would be better than knowing how to survive in the outdoors. Then, there was Language, Computer Science, or Music. This had been the easiest choice so far. Robert knew nothing more than the basics of computers and he knew far less about Music. So that left Language. Finally, there were the extra classes, which Robert wanted no part of. Six periods were enough for him. When Robert reached where the Practice class would be taught, he couldn't help but think that this would be a lot harder than he had initially thought. "Ah, this looks like fun," he said sarcastically. As he gave the area a second look though, noticing now the obstacle courses, firing range, etc., he decided to give the class a second chance. "Actually, this doesn't look half-bad."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Physical Exertion "I shall be waiting, dying of suspense and loneliness until then!" Diamond said theatrically, blowing a kiss in Amy's direction to add a cherry on top. Honestly though, the thought that there would be someone, anyone, who would know of her past and not judge her for it was exhilarating. She was worried half the time what would happen if her past ever seen the light of day. Of course, if the police didn't find it in their investigation, chances were noone ever would, but still, the worry was there. Now alone, she looked around for a victim. Just because she liked the result of exercising didn't mean she wasn't bored to tears. Usually she listened to music or watched a movie while working out and she made a note to get headphones and one of those shoulder straps for her scroll to keep her occupied in future classes. Right now though, she headed straight for her teammate. "Guess who got herself a date?" she said with the most self satisfied expression on her face. She never signed up for PE to play games. In fact she liked the condition she was in, and that took effort to maintain. However she never was one to show all of her cards, nor an overachieving rectal alpinist. That's why even though she could and one look at her told that she could, she didn't go too far above the required fifty of each of the exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'. Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover. "Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions." She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued. "Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons." Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course. "Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times." Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson. --- Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start. Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable. Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt. Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students. Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him. His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren figured it wasn't going to be over so easily. Right after Sangue stabbed off the beast, it let out a death cry which the teacher said would alert other grimm to this location. No doubt that together they all could handle most grimm that come to them, but being over runned was till very much a possibility. If everyone fought alone they would die alone. Gren went back to retrieve The God Eater near his campfire. Looking around Gren knew they were sitting ducks. One grimm for each and it would be no problem. Two might complicate things. But entire hordes of Itzammas would just crush them all, not to mention what'd happen if Salamanders arrive. They needed a tactical position, not just being on the defensive. They needed high ground. Good thing they were in a forest. The more Gren thought the less time he would have to prepare. He had no authority to order everyone else around, but that didn't stop him from communicating with them. "I'm heading to the high ground. If you have a gun I'd suggest you do the same." Activating his semblance Gren zeroed in towards the largest tree he saw, which rose a good thirty feet into the air. He dashed towards the tree until he was close enough to jump onto it. And when he did he used his Friction Semblance to plant his feet on the side of the trunk, allowing him to effortlessly run up the side of the tree. Once he reached the highest spot with the best vantage point Gren switched The God Eater into it's Destroyer form. Soon Daniel cut down the first of the Itzammas. Then Mokuren finally showed up and killed one, the a faint scent of gore coming from her. Gren would have questioned it but right now was not the time to be concerned about that. And he already had an idea of what she did anyways so there was no point in questioning. Gren simply began to set up his position for the waves: he not only used his Semblance to stand on the side of the tree but he was also channeling his Friction through the tree to prevent other grimm from gaining a hold on the same tree he was on. The only ones getting to him were ones that could fly, jump high, or attack at range. And these were the ones that Gren were going to deal with first.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival Watching in awe as Gren single-handedly wrestled the youthful Ankou, Oswald nodded at the Boar Faunus. Once Sangue killed the monster, Oswald spoke to Gren. "Impressive, that was." Vorosky's warning came too late, and nobody was able to prevent the Ankou from summoning other Grimm to their location. Grunting, Oswald sheathed his sword yet again, this time replacing it with his shield as the Itzamna showed up in force. While the other students started eliminating the raptor-like monsters that had started to attack them, Oswald found himself outnumbered and surrounded. "Good." All three Itzamna moved at once, screeching angrily. Oswald moved between two of them, blocking the closest Grimm's claws with his shield and smashing at its arm as he moved to its side. While his simple feint didn't have the comical effect of making the Itzamna crash into each other, it had bought him a few moments, in which he took the initiative on the nearest Grimm. Tackling it with his shield in front of his body, Oswald raised the steel armament before savagely bashing it down onto the raptor. As he did, he heard a sickening crunching noise from the creature's broken skull. With a final screech, the first of his trio died. However, there was no time for celebration as Oswald was immediately pounced by one of the others, an oversized talon tearing into his cloak and stabbing into his brigandine before getting stuck. Standing, Oswald toppled the beast, whose claw was still stuck in his armor, before breaking its knee with his shield, followed by a second blow which severed the limb. Letting go of his shield, Oswald spun and drew his sword, taking a combat stance against the third Itzamna, which had grabbed his left arm in its jaws during the struggle, trying to pierce through the protective barrier his Aura was creating. Yanking his arm back, Oswald stabbed at the monster, which jumped back carefully. Screeching, it took a leap at Oswald, who countered it by simply stabbing his sword diagonally forward, impaling the Grimm through its ribcage. A weak swipe at his face was the raptor's final action as it dissipated into dust in front of the warrior, who took a deep breath and grimaced. "Sloppy. But about as much as I can manage with one arm." Carefully returning to the one-legged Itzamna, Oswald shook his head before putting the screeching creature out of its misery with a careful slash. Feeling the light weight on his back dissipate, Oswald reached up to his cloak and undid the clasp, draping it over his left arm. He could at least use it to blind one of his enemies in combat. Immediately after, he grabbed his shield and replaced it on his back, getting ready for the rest of the battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire expected a lecture from the teacher. If she'd been stronger Agesander wouldn't even have known she was injured. She'd have to work on that. Her ankle was still throbbing as well but thankfully that was a much smaller injury and at this point all but healed by her aura. Sapphire understood the bird analogy well enough but what Agesander didn't mention was that the type of birds that condoned that type of behavior were birds of prey, warriors. They put the rest of the flock above there own injuries to ensure their survival even if it meant death. And besides the bird that slowed to heal was left behind. Sapphire watched as everyone else started in on the exercises that the Professor had asked of them. Victor with his robotic arm no doubt capable of hundreds of push ups and was displaying that fact openly. Ivan took off at breakneck speed around the track. Ultimately his velocity was unsustainable but clearly he wanted to make sure everyone else in the gym class knew that he was the man. Sapphire rolled her eyes unimpressed. It seemed to contradict his earlier remark about not going full out in Combat Class in order to keep his tactics a secret but then again she'd been pretty sure that he was just covering for his lack in combat experience. Sapphire picked her water bottle up off the ground where she'd left it and took a hefty swig which was more than a little uncomfortable as her abdominal muscles contracted when she swallowed causing her rib to twinge with pain. With her thirst quenched Sapphire screwed the cap back on her water bottle and looked at the Professor. "I take it your not going to let me participate in those exercises?" she asked him without much hope on her face.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice After being given his new time for completing the obstacle course, this time with a pass, Robert sprinted after the rest of the class. It took him a while to catch up, the only thing keeping him from getting completely lost being the directions that Ms. Vanhomrigh had sent to everyone's scrolls. "Ah, it looks like the ol' Fallson luck is comin' back," he said as he realized he had lost his way again, pulling out his scroll to see where he had made a wrong turn. When he finally did reach the range though, he arrived just in time to see everyone picking out ear and eye protection. Robert only picked up ear protection since his visor, which he was now taking out of his pocket and putting on, was already more than enough protection for his eyes. He didn't want to ask Ms. Vanhomrigh if it was alright for him to use his own eye protection though, just in case she said no for some reason. Robert couldn't imagine having to fire his bracers without the visor, it wasn't like the things were built with iron sights or anything.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area. Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down. Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat. Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod. Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom. Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders. Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her. ...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however. While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman, "Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible." The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. "I'll have a gander at it," Aurellius said as he stepped up to the plate, windmilling his right arm to stretch it. Even without his Semblance, he was feeling good. Exercise was just another daily thing for him, and the stuff thrown into PE was for pipsqueaks. He barely felt the burn through his arms and legs, and even then he paid it no mind. He was used to harder stuff. Even if he was tired, all he had to do was activate his Semblance and let the pain trickle away. Watching Diamond walk back, he grinned slightly and gave her a thumbs up. Their solution to the problem was pretty boring, but he had to congratulate her for finding another person to do the job with. Equal split of labor meant an easier time, too bad Agesander was being a bit of an ass. Aurellius stepped forward as Agesander clicked another button, the area reforming back to its previous state so participants couldn't just steal another student's way with no work. He rubbed his chin as he examined the area. Blocks of all sizes, grappling ropes scattered in random places. It would be pretty stupid to go through all the effort of stacking, so he improvised. Technically, there was no rules against what he was going to attempt as he bent forwards, picking up a small foot by foot cube. The medallion wasn't too high up. Shot-put was easy, too. All you needed was good form and even a modicum of strength turned into greater gains. The box itself was the problem. It obviously gave the finger to aerodynamics. He let out a deep breath as he got into position, activating his Semblance. Whatever the teacher didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and he needed the extra strength to make the shot more accurate. It was a damn good shot. Almost perfect as it soared through the air. His slightly pulled arms growled at him, but he paid them no mind as the box impacted with the rafters. The medallion clattered as it was ripped from its post, jingling as it impacted with the wall and fell back down to the earth with a final clang. Aurellius calmly strode over to the trinket, picking it up and grinning. "All you said was that I had to touch it, boss."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad Oak – Practice "Well, not exactly." Trad turned his gaze to the ground, he knew someone would ask that sooner or later. "Let's just say I wasn't technically accepted here until a few hours ago." He wasn't ashamed to admit his failure, but he rather not go around telling everyone about it. Besides, he was just getting to know this guys, he didn't even know his name. "Ah, there's time for stories later. Let's get to the range before we get our heads ripped off." Trad changed the subject mostly so they could get a move on, he dared not imagine what Vanhomrigh would do if they lagged behind. "My names Trad by the way." He held out his hand to the tank driver, but couldn't help but notice pain in his voice as he called out another student's time. "You alright? Didn't hurt yourself on the course did you? "</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert didn't really pay attention to Ms. Vanhomrigh's instructions on how to properly load a rifle. He knew how to load his own weapons and the teacher's aid had already said earlier that each student could use their own weapon. He did pick up bits and pieces of what she said though, one of which was the new instruction that the earlier instruction about using their own weapons was no longer applicable. Robert panicked a bit. He had to hope that using these rifles wasn't much different from using his own bracers. Of course they were. Robert chose a random rifle and fumbled with it at first. He'd seen so many movies where action stars would easily lift up heavier guns one-handed that he'd expected himself to be able to do the same. Now holding the gun with both hands instead, he carried it to the firing line. Robert took his stance, wishing he had paid more attention to the aid beforehand. Instead of being parallel with his chosen target, he had his left food forward and his right foot back. He completely missed the instruction of leaning forward and bending at the knees. At least his feet were at shoulder-width distance and his head was brought to the gun.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Having arrived at the firing range with the required protection, Sepia nervously picked up a rifle and magazine. As her weapon required good aim, she wasn't particularly worried about accuracy. What she was worried about was loading the stupid thing, especially after Ms. Vanhomrigh's rather emphatic words on the subject. Thankfully, the ammo went in without a hitch. Once on the firing line, Sepia assumed position with nearly perfect form and waited for further instruction. She was especially careful not to point the rifle anywhere near other students, having nearly blown a hole in her face in the past from careless firearm handling.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class As the students approached the firing line and readied themselves for the first string of fire, a vein in Esther's temple visibly throbbed. She couldn't help but feel more than a twinge of burning annoyance at Ms. Montgomery. Not only had she not done well at the obstacle course, but she apparently had issues paying attention to her instructions. To be honest, her decision to change her mind about them using their own weapons had been sudden and not necessarily planned. But, even still to have her words so easily ignored enraged her. Esther wanted to break the girl, but that wasn't her purpose here. Priscilla chose to remain in the class, so Esther would do everything in her power to guide and train her. Even if the girl had a rather vapid personality and troublesome first day. Still, she would work with her and give her a chance to correct herself. One chance. "Ms. Montgomery! The instructions were for you to use the stock rifles on the range! You'll be using your own weapon at a later time and date. Remove yourself from the firing line and select a stock rifle at the weapon rack. Don't worry, we'll wait on you." She barked her commands at Priscilla, the last sentence spoken with a sneer. Sarcasm oozing from her words. After waiting for Priscilla to swap out her weapon, Esther adjusted the brim of her cover and pulled out her Scroll yet again. Habitually checking the time, she looked up and down the firing line to ensure everyone was ready. Expanding her Scroll and accessing a special application that controlled the range, she began tapping on a few icons. As she did so, small square targets with a large black circle in the center popped up in front of each student 25 yards away. Slowly, the targets dropped down low to the ground. "Eyes and ears! Shooters! With a magazine of rounds, load! She waited to see that everyone loaded their weapons. "Make ready!" Again, she waited to allow the students to charge and rack back their weapons in order to chamber a round. "You may commence firing when your targets appear!" Tapping an icon on her tablet Scroll, the paper targets popped up within line of sight of each student. After a brief pause, the first shots rang out and thundered. She couldn't help but smile a little to herself, though it would unnoticed by anyone else. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class On Ms. Van's command to load, Shiro tightly gripped the boxy-thing and slammed it into the rifle first go. With an extra tap on the magazine's bottom for good measure, he resumed his stance exactly how Ms. Van instructed. Stock deep in the pocket of his shoulder, rifle brought up to the side of his cheek. Peering through the sights, he focused on the front sight until only it was clear and everything else was blurred in the background. With the command to make ready, Shiro grabbed the charging handle and ripped it straight back to chamber a round. Getting as stable and as comfortable as he could, he tried his best to relax his body save for his hold on his weapon. He couldn't help but get a little excited though, evident by his tail flicking back and forth behind him. He loved guns and shooting them. As he maintained his focus on the front sight, the sclera of his eyes narrowed into a slit. Calming his breathing, he allowed the muzzle of the rifle to drift up and down slightly. Hold and grip firm on his weapon, he did a little butt wiggle to make sure his stance was positive. As his target popped up, his ears did the same and perked. Hearing Ms. Van's announcing the range was hot, Shiro's thumb swept the rifle's safety selector to 'Semi/Fire'. There was a brief pause and silence as no one had fired a shot yet. In his curiosity he half wanted to look around but decided against it. Being a young man of action, he decided he would be the first to break the silence. With the pad of his pointer finger, he slowly began to squeeze. Waiting until the moment the front sight settled in the center of the blurry black circle and for the moment of exhalation, he squeezed the trigger all the way through and fought the urge to flinch as the air cracked and boomed with the sound of his shot. For his following shot, he tried his best to maintain consistency between each shot, taking his time before the next. After 5 well-aimed shots, he ejected the magazine and let it drop to the ground. Grabbing the charging handle and racking it back a few times, he inspected its chamber to ensure it was cleared and swept the safety back on to 'Safe'. Lowering the muzzle of his weapon safely at the ground in front of him, he waited for further commands from Ms. Van. Heart pounding and breathing a little excitedly, he couldn't help but beam and smile. He wondered how his shot group looked. As he stood there waiting, his target slowly lowered closer to the ground to indicate he was complete with the first string of fire.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Convoy escort If one was to ask Diamond what she thought was wrong abut the situation, she wouldn't know where to begin. "This is just wrong!" she yelled to be heard over the roar of the engine. "Grimm attacks would have left debris and remains, the grimm usually litter the place with dismemberd bits. There's nothing! Lot of concealment in the grass but there's no cover and nowhere to run! And that Rice guy just looks and acts the part for this to be an inside job! To top it all off he even insists on going ahead istead of lettign the bloody tank take th epoint. I don't like this one bit, it smells of an ambush, and not a grimm one!" she shared her worries. Her paranoia got so high she kept checking around to see what was there to work with. Ideally nothing would happen, but that was wishful thinking. Worst case scenario, well... They only needed to escort two out of the three trucks, and she suppsoed setting the dust in one of those off, considering it was msotly to blast through an obstacle in a mine, would solve a lot of problems that would come in a swarm as the recording mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy escort "I'll keep it in mind after I get enough time and resources for a proper overhaul. I have a design ready on paper, but that necessitates an entirely new hull. Prior to enrollment I was happy just getting her to run properly. The original Atlesian design was never meant to carry anything bigger than an eighty-eight mill so I had to overhaul the entire chassis to fit the current one-oh-five mill. This turret? Built completely from scratch, that's two years of work right there. Don't even get me started on the nightmare that was automating every single system so I could drive solo." Marcus replied to Diamond's comment about a cab. It was a good idea to bump it up the priority list though now that for once he had access to a proper workshop. The situation also helped him get a grip on his urge to swear. He still had no idea where that came from, but it happened whenever he mentally merged with the Unsubtle. "As for the mission, one second. Our representative should have the very latest intel for us." Marcus added and popped open the hatch. Just in case he pulled up his own findings on his scroll as well. Once out of Vale they were headed for the south-east, about where the Great Plains starts to run into the Canth Hills. As their guide informed them, the biggest concealment they could expect was tall grass and some old Quartz mesas. Ideal tank country: Anything that could get through the armor would be spotted from miles away. While in return he could vaporise said big things at his leisure. His grin faded and was replaced by a more thoughtful stare once he listened to the recovered radio message. The tidbit about eating hinted towards a Ratatosk swarm, but those could not hope to stop a convoy on that sort of terrain. On top of that came Diamond's concerns. She was right in that Grimm tended to leave marks. On top of that, the Grimm of the Great Plains had a tendency to roam about rather than stay in a given place. Vale kept a large number of different of roads open across the plains on purpose: With traffic not forced to go through any fixed place, it was an immediate catastrophe if the Grimm blocked any one route. As a consequence the beasts preferred to wander about in huge swarms, devouring whoever was unlucky enough to cross their path. It was when she accused Rice of treason that he looked up sharply, though he let her finish. "Do you have proof that Rice is not to be trusted?" he asked. To leave one's fellow man to the Grimm was one of the few crimes that still allowed for capital punishment in the field, one that even novice hunters could enact at their own discretion. Though it meant a shitton of paperwork for him as team leader. "As for the positioning, this was actually planned out. Oswald and Aurellius, you get to go and hitch a ride on the first truck with Rice, while Diamond and I are the rear guard. Oswald has local command up front. Once we're out of the city we'll go into the standard open convoy formation." he explained. That meant at least a good one hundred meters between each truck and finally his own Unsubtle. It prevented the vehicles from all being caught in one go once the ambush started. "Once the ambush happens the trucks that can will go around and keep moving while we engage. Oswald and Aurellius screen for Diamond and me. I provide long range cover while you Diamond get the most important task: There are two tow cables with grappling hooks on a quick-release latch on the rear of the tank. Hook those onto anything left of the ambushed trucks. Once I'm hooked up I tow it out of the ambush zone while we bail out as a group. Aurellius that includes you." he said this with a pointed stare. While Marcus was not creeped out by his bloodthirsty teammate, he could not let it get to Aurellius' head. "Remember, we are not sticking around to kill whatever it is that is doing this. Our priority is to get that town supplied first. Should anyone get separated and unable to get back to the main convoy, you get back to Vale, tell them what happened and get help. Questions and comments?" he outlined his plans. Meanwhile the truck drivers started their engines. Rice was in a hurry it would seem.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s>

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<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Are you willing to overlook some dead bodies?" Figuring that they might end up killing or finding murdered people, Ebon wanted to make sure he and his team wouldn't get a bad rap if they ended up killing out of self-defense. Not that he was looking to hurt anyone, but he wasn't going to hold back either. If recent experiences taught him anything, not bringing out the big guns is the road to failure. Ebon also took a bottle of water and drained it fast, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. "And how much collateral do we have? I don't want to get blamed for someone else's mess after all." He then grabbed a doughnut and ate it in three bites.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Gratia utterance of that sentence and the immediate unnerving solitude of the room made her spine jump up. Bianca, her close friend who was dear to her, kidnapped by who, she did not know. But Vega knew that it was up to her team to rescue her before a grim fate befalls her. A silent wait was required; Vega knew that though she started to become restless from the thoughts of the possibility of the fate of Bianca but was optimistic that nothing would happen to her. With Mr. Jokester, otter girl, and Ms. Irritable, who were all angered as much as her by the kidnapping of Bianca, nothing would stand in their way. With a pause, "All I can say is that, we must begin our preparations for this" she uttered seriously. After that Vega grabbed her scroll out and sent a message. >Sender: Vega Venetia >Receiver: Sarina Tala Dei >Body: Bianca Nuit, has been kidnapped. VGNB is going to prepare for this. She tapped send on her scroll; Sarina had to know this to. -- Sarina Tala Dei - Team JESS – The Arena Sarina took out her scroll to see Vega message, she was shocked and with her sister here, it would be a bad moment if Estelle found out just before their mission. Indeed, Sarina hoped Bianca would fare well and be rescued by VGNB; she did consider them well above the other freshman teams of Beacon. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Vega Venetia >Body: I see…be careful and I wish you good luck on your mission to save her. ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌ …Leaving her signature Kaomoji in her message turned to Estelle. Another last minute mission eh. "Hold on, I need to get some provisions from my room. I will meet you and the others at the helipad soon." With that, Sarina dashed off illuminatingly to her dorm.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "No, Never a mission from Beacon, but I wouldn't say I'm a complete rookie." Then again, Grane had never really fought Grimm, so it would be interesting to see how he would fare against these creatures. At least their mission seemed straightforward enough, evict some grimm out of a fort and make sure their buddies don't bust back in. Nothing too strenuous for his first real engagement with the Grimm. Robert was trying to offer some sort of emotional support, though knowing Robert he was probably trying to mask about how much of a pussy he was. Yes, Grane was probably being extremely harsh and perhaps even a bit assholey, but this kid was going to lead him into combat. A lack of clarity would probably lead to the deaths of the entire team. Also, remembering that incident in class just made him cringe. It was like a small kitten in a den of lions. But who knows? Maybe combat would change the man. Hopefully before they all got killed. On another note, their newest team member seemed pretty chill. At least better than Robert as far as he could tell, but that wasn't much of an achievement. But enough thinking about his teammates, Grane wanted to reach the fort ASAP. The faster it was taken, the faster the reinforcements could reach them. "Robert, We gonna move out? I'd rather get this mission over with as quickly as possible."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Go ahead, Negasi. You're gonna explode if I don't let you." Ben rolled his eyes, stifling a yawn while he tucked his Scroll into a pocket. They were running slightly behind, but he needed to be alert. He'd set the coffee maker the night before, getting his fuel was as simple as pouring it into a travel mug and starting towards the door. Bastille's leader looked like he was barely awake. And if he was honest... He wasn't quite there yet. But he was awake enough to run through his mental checklist of everything he needed, put in a good word with the big man upstairs, and step out the door. Half his coffee vanished in a few quick swallows on the way. He needed to be at the top of his game, and that meant awake, alert, and energized. Give or take twenty minutes, and he'd be all three. It was mission day, after all.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate - On the way Huffing and puffing, the guardian thundered like an asthmatic ox down the hallway, struggling to fasten his armor on as he did so. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in his path pressed against the wall to avoid both him and the floating polearm that followed him, and received a brusque apology as Abel sprinted past. Of all the days to have previously left the Ampere in the Survival classroom, it had to be mission day. Abel, rounding the final corner toward the pavilion, pulled taut the last strap before he snatched his weapon out of the air. Only a few moments later, he stood, winded and tousle-haired but sufficiently ready to kick some ass, among his teammates. After his attempt at saying 'hello' result in little more than a haggard "huugh", he resigned himself to standing with the Ampere's butt planted in the ground and trying not to look like an idiot. Sapphire, Shiro, and Gren appeared normal, or as normal was for them, so he busied himself with reading the mission statement on the screen before them. While he found himself slightly distracted by the aroma of his allies' tea, he did not assume that there was enough for him, and so paid it no mind. A few seconds later, he found himself able to speak. "G'morning. Sorry 'bout the wait, got really unlucky. Um. Looks like your rebreathies are gonna come in handy, Gren. Don't really know anything about Sirens though. Are they aquatic? Pretty landlocked back home." He turned around, his gaze questioning, but discovered that everyone else seemed fit to depart. Feeling more than a little awkward to be centering the attention on himself with time a-wasting, he gestured dismissively at the screen. "Uh, whatever. Price I pay for bein' late, you can tell me on the ride over or something. I'm ready. You ready? Let's go." Brewing Storm "Alright. You know what to do: find a way inside, find out what the hell happened, and find every single person you can. Oh, and chemical drums, if you care about money. We'll be watching from above; if you hit a snag, radio either IFRA or I for help. We'll have the birds-eye view, and tell you whatever we can. God forbid, but in case something goes really badly, both Mr. Orpheus and Mr. Lloyd have been issued a flare gun. The ship will fire on wherever the flare goes, inside or out." Goodwitch crossed her arms and began to rise, along with the rest of the ship, into the air. Wind whipped her hair and cloak, but her last words came clearly and authoritatively, as if she could command fate to favor teams Bastille and Jumpercable. "Good luck." For a place determined by sweeping scans to be crawling with Grimm, Outlands Distillery looked rather quiet, albeit very ominous. Teams BASL and JPCL, dropped off on a hill in front of the facility, could see clearly the large, oddly-shaped structure, as if the building itself were deformed. All sorts of pipes, tanks, and other pieces of equipment lined its exterior, and behind the Distillery lay the sprawling swamp, choked by giant, twisted trees, stagnant water, and rolling fog. Though this mission lay on the cusp between summer warmth and autumn breezes, the air felt both cool and thick. Each hunter-in-training, on the descent to the facility, would doubtlessly step over gnarled roots, stinking puddles, deposits of mud, and an impressive variety of insects, amphibians, and reptiles. Just before the Distillery this terrain gave way to a large, paved lot, scattered over which were a few machines, storage boxes, tanks, and other such. Only one of the trucks showed any real damage: its hood had been torn off, exposing the engine, car battery, and various cables. When they got to the main door, however, they would find it sealed shut. Beside it on the left stood the towering freight door, a giant, industrial version of a garage door, which appeared closed also. Fortunately, a terminal lay between the two apertures, though powered down. Anyone with electrical savvy might be able to tell that the entire Distillery's power grid was offline, but an external source of power would be enough to activate the terminal and unseal the locks. A less tech-savvy individual, uneasy and looking around, might spot a small, dark shape disappearing around a corner as the teams approached. Defend a Caravan The airship ferrying team JESS flew with speed and silence, which as the trip went on developed a decidedly discomforting vibe. More and more, the seniors of Beacon assigned to this task would begin to suspect that their mission had, probably recently, become that much more urgent. In short notice, the ship left the verdant kingdom of Vale behind, shooting like a lonely comet of liveliness over barren steppes and wasted scrublands. Below, the occasional group of Grimm could be seen, but one got the impression that many more lurked beyond where the fleeting eye could discern. At last, forty minutes later, the airship's velocity began to diminish. The two individuals in the sealed cockpit, who so far maintained an enigmatic nonpresence as far as the hunters they'd hired were concerned, finally connected to JESS via intercom. A female voice came to them with a shockingly intense tone, demanding attention and immediate compliance, "Hunter team, prepare for action immediately. The caravan is under attack this very instant. I'm not an expert on Grimm, but I can see a huge scorpion, a couple of dinosaurs with sails, and a bunch of bulls. They've stopped the vehicle and are destroying it. Your best bet is to remove whatever is preventing the vehicle from moving and get it going. Deploy now!" The airship swooped down, and from its opened ramp leaped the members of JESS. Only a short fall lay between them and the vehicle, and as they dropped, the situation became obvious. The caravan vehicle, though huge and heavily armored, was under immense attack. Slowly but surly, the Sitting Bulls, the Tutankhamuns, and the Death Stalker were ripping through its armor. One of the Tutankhamuns stood on top of the vehicle's hulk, weighing it down as it rammed its head into the reinforced glass of the driver's terminal. At the back, the Death Stalker had a hold of the rear tires, and with its stinger lodged in one of the exhaust vents, the vehicle couldn't work up enough traction or power to get going.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Creative Mission-Based Title Buoying her own odds? Well, I gue-- "Okay, now you're just being mean!" he replied to her next jab indignantly, disconnecting a cable with some authority. "What kind of guy do you take me for, I have a right to defend myself!" After all, he wasn't a doormat who would let himself be rolled over by anyone who wanted to make fun of him so easily. "You were the one saying you were trying to put me in more danger anyway, trying to weigh down my odds." He continued in their verbal sparring session, his hands grasping the battery firmly and pulling up. "If you said you were trying to help yourself and not hinder me, I wouldn't have snapped. If that's the case, then I'll apologize. But--" he grunted, sentence interrupted by exertion as they dislodged the battery. "You can't say one thing and mean the opposite, and expect me to get it. That's unfair." Why's she so intent on making me admit it, anyway? This feels like a police confession coercion. Don't I have the right against self-incrimination? I plead the Fifth! "Let's get this thing back, the less time we spend out in the open, the better."</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer While stealth ops were probably his forte, Grane had to say he disagreed at the moment that they should go stealth, let alone split up. Yes, they may have only one person who could really take damage, but he'd rather take that than the odds of stealthily infiltrating in with no comms. Too much could go wrong. If one half got utterly wiped out, the other half would probably be screwed. The surviving half probably wouldn't even know the other half had been wiped out. Grane doubted any of them knew how to make smoke signals, even more so under combat, and using a heliograph system didn't really seem to be an option. While Grane had hardly fought against grimm, the sound of a noisy helicopter was sure to get their attention as well. The grimm would most likely be riled up from the deafening sounds of helicopter rotors. The way Grane saw it- His team was like an airborne unit at the moment. They had similar objectives- take a point with limited firepower and wait for reinforcements. The entire point of an airborne unit was to surprise the enemy in their own backyard, and wipe out opposition before they could mass together and eventually wipe out the smaller force, or at least delay them long enough for reinforcements to arrive. "Robert, while I'm down to do this mission sneaky beaky like, we just don't have the comms to pull off a successful stealth raid. Yes, we could go in blind and hope nothing goes wrong, but it could. Waiting to grab some radios inside of the fort is not much of a safety net in my opinion, when we don't even know there are working radios there. I would suggest the most direct approach and drop into the middle of the fort. It might disorient the Grimm for a bit, long enough for us to take the base. We can get Delta into a elevated position where he can pick off the rest of the grimm assaulting our position, while we radio for help and hold the fort on the ground. Splitting up our forces with no comms for the first half of the op is not appealing to me. If something happens in that time period, the mission is FUBAR." Grane meant no disrespect, but he felt he needed to give some input before they all agreed on a half baked plan at best. "That being said, if you feel like stealth is the best opinion, I will respect your choice of strategy." Grane wasn't really interested in the leadership position, nor did he want to start any drama with this new team. If Robert wanted to go ahead with this, fine, he'd follow orders. Didn't mean he had to agree or like them though.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd "Got you." Bastille's leader answered Amy, taking a few steps to the right to cover the cardinal points left open by Luke and Amy. Shotguns up and at the ready, carefully sweeping across the extent of his domain in clear, calm pans. He could dimly hear their faint bickering, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Normally it would have been funny. Right now he was too on edge. It was easy to understand, though. It was their way of relieving stress. Keeping cool and collected. He couldn't begrudge them that. But he really wished they'd pick up the pace.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane shrugged in response to Skyra's suggestoin, "Well alright if you think that's best. First though unless somebody has a better idea Sepia made friends with some guys that hang out at a local cafe and I was thinking of stopping by there to see if they know anything. Any better ideas?" She asked the group not expecting anything more. She looked at her yellow clothing and vibrant red scarf, guess she would be hard pressed to blend in with anyone. Eh, points for style right? Besides, people would want to avoid them if they looked like a gang or group of detectives or something. Given no other suggestions she would head off towards the Cat Nap, checking her map every so often.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate In a sudden fit of genius, Abel discerned the exact purpose of the earplugs the moment Sapphire handed them to him. Actually, since the first time the Siren's mention crossed his ears, he'd hurried to use his scroll to look up any available information on the Grimm in question, so by now he hosted a pretty clear idea of what the sound-oriented monsters could do. The abilities he read about chilled him ever so slightly; if everything that shone on the little screen before him constituted hard fact, the Sirens could not only sing to entice but also mimic human voices perfectly. Holding the earplugs in his hands, and bereft of any worry that the girl's earbuds might be too small, he resolved to not allow the team to split up. When thrust into a position to actually enforce this, just a few moments later, Abel tripped over his tongue. The news of Sapphire's aquaphobia struck him as a major problem, of course, but only did her relegation of the guardian to backup leader truly floor him. Never in his life had Abel either been explicitly given or wanted to take a position of great responsibility. After all, his strength was his strong suit. In the realms of quick thinking, adaptability, planning, and coordination, practically anyone was more fit than he in his mind. Furthermore, it seemed that by doing this, Sapphire neglected to consider an aspect of his fighting style that a maritime mission would utterly flummox. He listened sagely to Gren's reply, nodding along for the most part but inwardly making a list of things to raise objection to—it was important to have one's thoughts in order. Once the orc finished, Abel drained his tea, folded his arms and commenced responding. "Yeah. Sight'll be real important if we can't hear." Despite the guardian's lack of enthusiasm for a leadership role, he seemingly let slip the caveat that Sapphire needed to be incapacitated first before he start fulfilling it. Holding a finger to his chin in the very image of inspiring contemplation, he continued, "From the pictures I saw when I looked it up, the thing looks like a big slug with a bunch of different horns on its head. If anything, it's as sluggish in water as on land, and sound travels better through air, right? Might not even have to swim. Which, uh, would be good, because there's a couple issues with me and water. I'm a good swimmer, but in full clothes and this armor, not as much, and then there's my semblance. Surge has, like, two modes: finesse, and ka-blam. One won't do anything, the other will fry everything in a fifty-foot radius in water, us too. Plus...wouldn't it really suck to try and open my eyes in salt water? Hm. Funny that the cat's the best with water, huh?" His eyes went wide. "Wait, that's not racist, is it?" When Swansong arrived, Abel silently followed everyone else, paying a rapt and near-military attention to Captain McDougall. His patient ear absorbed every tidbit of exposition the sheriff could offer. At the end, the guardian gave a respectful nod and declared, "Yes, sir. We'll keep in touch." For the second time that day, Abel crossed his arms and entered the realm of deep thought. "A cave. Well, we know where to start." He cast an azure glance at Gren. "I dunno if we need to talk to the locals. If there were any big Grimm around, the sheriff would already know. The old lady never even saw the thing. Seems simple to me: go to cave, find thing, fillet thing." An epitome washed over him, and Abel stepped back, drawing a curtain of impassiveness over whatever enthusiasm or involvement his face held. "But, um, I'm not the actual leader. So whatever." Brewing Storm Already, despite the only setbacks being an uncooperatively offline door terminal and the faint, fleeting suggestion of a discreet adversary, the atmosphere grew slowly but steadily more tense. By now, only a blithe fool might expect that the Outlands Distillery held anything remotely pleasant for them. Off to the side of the complex's main entrance lay a smaller building adjoining the main lot, whose large and legible but clearly weather-corroded sign identified it as the vehicle depot. Of course, with the main trucks and other utility vehicles outside, one might image this particular structure to be holding something more important or delicate within. Vague outlines could be seen inside a breakable-looking window, and to an especially keen eye, there lurked the outlines of a localized generator within, just enough to get the depot's doors and lights working for a few minutes. Of course, Amy's acute senses didn't have just a murky interior to concentrate on. A persistent tapping stimulated her hearing, though its source turned out to be annoyingly hard to pinpoint—at first it seemed as if it came from above, then from an all-terrain truck parked near the giant garage door, then the tank resting against the distillery's exterior. Every so often, in fact, it might even appear as if several of these places emanated the tapping simultaneously, if she wasn't too busy playfully bantering with Lucas, at least. A lucky minute later, the car battery lay on top of the terminal, conjoined to it by a mercifully all-purpose capable, and power flowed through the immediate system. While not nearly enough to budge the massive door, the setup -as engineered by Cian and Lorena- worked admirably to unseal the normal entrance. With this task complete, the terminal no longer posed as an object of interesting. That is, until a buzzing noise came from the inlaid microphone, punctuated by the flash of a very pressable 'answer' button just beside it. Either the ladies' work with the system left its communication feature malfunctioning, or someone was trying to contact the Beacon teams. Defend the Caravan Unequivocally focused on obliterating the caravan vehicle, the Death Stalker did not at all anticipate an attack from above, particularly one aimed at one of its two visible weak points. A shrill, bloodcurdling squeal filled the air as four of the monster's red eyes burst like water balloons, scattering viscous blood and an inky black fluid across its immaculate white mask. Instinctively reacting to the incoming threat, the scorpion aimed its stinger at Sterling, who -unable to change direction midair- faced an abrupt and most likely traumatic skewering. Before the stinger could even come close to piercing the senior's ego, however, Estellise fell like a bladed comet onto its back, driving her blade into the gap between mask and carapace with tremendous force. The Death Stalker croaked and lashed its tail wildly, clearly dying. The less reactive members of team Jessant, unfortunately, fared less admirably than their comrades. The Tutankhamen standing atop the caravan vehicle, distracted from its prey by the noise and wind disturbances of the airship, looked up to see Jorie falling just a little too close. Snarling, it held still for a moment before launching into a vicious spin, its tail mere miliseconds away from batting the poor faunus across the wasteland. Sarina, meanwhile, fell afoul of a rogue air current and drifted away from the group. Rather than in a position to immediately start defending the caravan, she plopped right into a quintet of Nightmares, all equally eager to cave her internal organs in with merciless, rock-hard hooves.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid As the team was debating their next move, something happened to the forest. For lack of a better term, the ground opened up underneath them and swallowed them whole. Which wasn't entirely untrue: the ground underneath the team did indeed open up, and from the hole came thick, sticky web. This web not only was nearly impossible to escape by brute force, even for the students, but was as hard as cement. Worse still, this web didn't come from a single grimm. It came from hundreds of them. As the team fell into the dark hole, they may catch a glimpse of beady red eyes staring right at them. Thousands upon thousands of arachnids, some as small as a car tire, others as big as a semi truck. And behind the ocean of broodlings was their queen, their mother, the Ariadne. She let loose an ear piercing scream that signaled the entire nest to descend onto the hunters, ready to tear them apart even as they were strapped in the web. @Onarax@Crimmy@Sho Minazuki On his way to the dorms It had been a long day, and after the mission Gren wanted to do nothing else but eat. Sure he didn't need to, what with being a cyborg and all, but eating was catharsis for him. He tasted the delicious food and empower himself on their life energy. Or at least that's his excuse for scarfing down so much cheap fast food. He had went to town and hit up the first MkRonalds he could find, spending quite a large amount of Lein for essentially fifty pounds worth of fries and chicken nuggets. He didn't care though; he just wanted to eat. By the time he was done Gren went back to Beacon, if only to continue his culinary adventure (I.e. eat everything he could get his hands on). He stopped by vending machines and got salty peanut covered caramel nougat and powdered doughnuts, washing it down with cherry flavored soda and ginger ale. Then he went to his garden to water the flowers as well as grab a few ripe vegetables from the community garden, giving them a slight wash as he ate a variety of cherry tomatoes, egg plants, and collard greens. All of it raw. He was starting to debate if he should start looking around for birds nest to eat their eggs and chicks when the endless hunger received a text from Shiro. He wanted to go out for pizza. "Pizza... Pizza sounds good." Gren wiped the juices off his face and body and looked towards the dorms. If he was going to go back to the city he'll need to put on some casual clothing. Right now he was still in his armor, and in fact hasn't really showered. Now that he thought about it, he was totally disgusting. "I should take a bath..." Hopefully before anyone spots him while he was still filthy, Gren went over to the dorms to shower and change. All the while he send Shiro a text back.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Cafeteria Diamond was actually a bit surprised the tiger boy bothered to recall manners before answering her - pleasantly surprised mind you. "Quite so... angry." she explained, "Forgive me but you seem rather like the carefree and a little bit air headed type. It's depressing to see people you assume to be as such as anything but. Now you're the second in the span of an hour, right after Emerald." she said with a little frown. "Rough time on the mission as well or did someone specific rustle your jimmies?" Her gaze shifted to the blue liquid before she answered the other question. "But whatever the cause, people usually go for alcohol alongside and after the meal rather than that. It tends to actually take your mind off of things. Either that or make you wallow in self pity and stuff. I could point you to a couple of good places." she offered. Just make sure not to say anything in front of anyone if you get hammered.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken-Infirmary "Did you bite off another person's head, Gratia?" The flowing tone of the words revealed their speaker even before anyone turned to look at her. The new B of Vignoble was walking towards the pair, having just stepped out of the way of a rather upset looking catboy. Her cheerful gait soon brought her over to Bianca's bed. Caring eyes floated above a small smile. Below that the faint tones of some sort of energetic violin music floated out from the earphones settled around the otter Faunus' neck. Loud enough to dispel any depressing vibes trying to get near but quiet enough to settle into the subconscious after a couple seconds. She held up a small vase filled with purple irises. "Hey Bianca, I figured you could do with something colorful to look at while you were in here."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro tilted his head. "Well, yeah I'm angry. You would be too if you just had to deal with someone like...that," He thought to himself. Shiro waved his hand at Diamond, ignoring the light insult to his personality. It wasn't like he disagreed with her, there were quite a few things that just flew straight over his head he knew that much about himself. He frowned when she mentioned that seeing him in his current mood had depressed her. That wasn't his intention. He only wanted to chow down before pounding in some training dummy's face. He'd shower then go to bed and wake the next day with no hard feelings reserved for whomever that headphones-wearing girl was. He'd just be mindful of being around her or ever speaking to her ever again. Ever. He didn't like profane and vulgar speech. He even hated using the words himself, even if he couldn't help himself at times. "No...my mission went alright. Well, it would've been a 100% clear if I hadn't gotten bitten by my own..." He shook his head. "Ah, never mind that. But yeah, someone did kind of bother me a little." Shiro drew circles on the table with his finger as he looked boredly at it. Maybe he had over reacted? Again, he hardly knew who the girl was so maybe that was just part of who she was and he was being a little baby about it. Shiro's ears twitched upon the mention of alcohol. "Uh...I don't know about all those other things but...I don't really like the stuff. I mean, I tried it once and it tasted horrible. Burned my mouth and nose too and I felt funny afterward, getting a little sick. Plus..." Shiro's blue eyes shifted around, "I don't think you should be talking about drinking. I don't know about you but I'm a minor. I don't think I'm supposed to drink." It was true, he had only tried a sip of some rotgut he found somewhere once before out of curiosity. Immediately hated it. Immediately swore it off for life after how badly it had affected him. "I mean, I appreciate the offer to help me feel better but I'll get better on my own with time. Just...be careful about the things you talk about. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble..." he then frantically waved his hands at her. "N-not that I would ever tell on you! I'm not a snitch, so don't start thinking that! What you do with your life and your body is your own business, not mine. So long as it doesn't affect anyone else around you..." He turned back to his food to slowly resume munching, with much less anger and intensity from before.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate From an early age, Abel harbored an unusual interpretation of the idea of 'stress'. Shortly after beginning his training as a guardian in Palisade, he came to the conclusion that stress was a poison. It built up inside someone who didn't know how to deal with it or didn't have the time, affecting that person's abilities and attitude, all the while slowly eating away at his or her soul. Like certain diseases, though, it didn't ultimately kill by itself, but instead allowed other malevolent afflictions to get their time in the limelight. Someone choked by stress might not notice an extra Grimm coming in at the side, or be so tired that a sudden gust of wind might blow him or her over the wall. This rather odd notion, combined with Abel's methodical nature, meant that he always took pains to alleviate stress whenever he felt it bubbling in his veins. No normal person would have made a beeline for the gym after only half an hour of post-mission rest, but Abel did exactly that. His reasoning was simple: through rhythmic, repetitious exertion, he could shed away his worries like scratching away so much dead skin after a sunburn. Some people lost themselves in music, or in a book, or in the bottom of a shot glass, but Abel chose to run himself so ragged that he couldn't bring himself to think about the past or future. After arriving, he did not throw himself into frenzied exercise, but measured himself so that he could go for a long time. Jogging around the perimeter, push-ups, sit-ups, squats, crunches, balancing, lateral raises, stretches, piston punches, kick drills—all served to tire him out and help him forget. He became sore quickly, but after that became numb. The knowledge that such exhausting work would make him stronger and more useful in the future, along with clearing his head, sustained him, though he did make sure to visit the drinking fountain often. Occasionally his stomach troubled him for food, but he didn't really distinguish it from the plethora of other troubles aching his body now. Eventually, Abel just stopped moving. He lay motionless on a floor mat, waiting like a salivating dog for each cool drift of air from the fan far above. Fatigue made every motion a chore, but despite the state of his body, the guardian was happy. Paradoxically, he never felt in a more peak physical condition than when he'd just finished an extensive workout. Though he moderated his thoughts, he absolutely felt as if such great exercise was proof that whether or not he did well in a certain situation, he could be formidable and helpful no matter what. I can do it echoed through his mind. A beep sounded out through the quiet gym, originating from Abel's phone. He laboriously pushed himself to his feet to check the device. "Twenty minutes ago...?" he frowned, looking at his Scroll. In his singleminded dedication to working out, he'd toned out the sound that heralded a message's arrival. So Shiro wanted to go for pizza. "Sure, I could eat," he matter-of-factly informed himself. First things first, though; as elated as he felt now, he also felt disgusting. He'd need to get clean and changed pronto before he could even think about reintegrating into human society. The guardian headed for the gym's locker room and spent a little more than five minutes in the shower, scalding away his exhaustion with hot water. When he got out, he discovered that Gren had replied to the group text and named a restaurant. Abel recognized the name and nodded in approval. Only after putting the Scroll away in his pocket did he realize that replying would have been a good idea. With that in mind, he whipped it out and got to work. His finger paused over the 'send' button. Wait, didn't I just type 'Great. Let's do it'? Why'd it autocorrect to that? Shrugging mentally, he sent it anyway. The new phrase worked just as well.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Truth be told, Ben Lloyd was almost happy the Manticore hadn't decided to run. He wanted to get the mission done as soon as possible, he was more than ready to be done for the day, and he didn't want the massive Grimm on the ground with his teammate. But despite all of that, despite his desire to get the mission done, one little thing had been nagging him. The Manticore was still alive. As long as that was true, he hadn't proven his point yet. So when Goodwitch gave her orders, Ben didn't hesitate to dive head first back into the fray. Literally. Backing up a few steps from the end of the ramp, Ben took a running start and dove off of the ramp towards the Manticore below. The attack began before he ever reached the beast below, letting loose with his shotguns as he dropped towards the Manticore. Each Dust round, fire from the left and lightning from the right, served both to attack and to slow his fall. Ben was a little too eager to get back into the fight, sure, but he wasn't eager to be paste on the ground. He counted each shot, waiting until there was only a single shot left in each tonfa, before flipping them into a reverse grip. Just in time, too. The wind whipped against his face, eyes protected only by his BaSTEELs, while he inched closer and closer to terminal velocity and the vast black expanse of the Grimm's back loomed before him. A grin stretched across his face mere instants before impact, the force gravity had imparted used to drive the two tonfa's blades deep into the Manticore's back. Deep by his standards, at least, less so for the titanic Grimm. Though his shotguns had slowed him down he nevertheless watched as the impact cut the Aura reserves indicated by his BaSTEELs from almost 300% down to 279%. What a shame. Guess he'd have to make do with that paltry amount. Ben let the remainder of his momentum carry his legs down from his impromptu handstand, boots impacting with the Grimm's back as his torso righted itself and pulled the blades from the beast's back in the process. That pinprick wasn't the true aim of his attack, however, it was just the vehicle of his arrival. Now things got fun. The chaingun had helpfully stripped most of the armor from the Grimm's back, making his run up its spine its spine one over uneven terrain rather than one over a mass of spikes. Deinamig ensured, though he watched his Aura levels drop a few points more, that the trip was quick enough to keep he Grimm from shaking him off. Not that he expected it to; in fact, he would be surprised if it had even noticed him. Cian's assault and its rage at Goodwitch's strike occupied most of its attention. Long enough for him to reach his destination, at least. The chaingun had done one more helpfully thing, too; it had stripped a large swathe of the beast's mane from the back of its neck. The toxic spines within would have been an issue if it hadn't. As it was Ben reached the base of its neck a few seconds after landing with only five percent less Aura. With a flick of the button, Ben's ears were treated to the music of clicking metal while Artorius and Lawnslot reoriented themselves and extended their blades to give him the right tool for the job. The Manticore was immense, many times taller than Ben himself, with a similarly massive neck. At its widest point the beast's neck was half again as wide as Ben was tall, easily. Not something a creature he could just decapitate. But, then again, Caletfwlch was almost as big as he was. He could make a damn good try at it. Ben brought the sword back over his shoulder, grin widening as he watched his Aura gauge plummet from 274% all the way down to 70 and strength filling his arms. A boost big enough to fill his Aura gauge two times over, and just enough left over to be ready for any trouble that might come up. When Caletfwlch swung down, poised to cleave through more than half the diameter of the neck beneath him, the force from the recoil the last shot in Artorius' chamber provided was a drop in the ocean compared to Deinamig.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] "Lube's a sweeeeeetheaaaaaart," Lauren sang, stopping to stroke the ahoge of her adopted little brother before kicking another two drums onto the lift. Between the three of them, they'd moved about half of the drums so far in seemingly no time at all, and Luke Schwarz's ability to monologue and talk at the same time made him hella more productive. Having Sangue here was convenient. Luke's body always seemed to function without his tacit approval around cute girls. He and Cap probably have a lot of war stories to share... Maybe there was a reason all the guys in her life seemed to have sexual harassment stories. ... They all need confidence! By the time the one-time carjacker's rare moment of self-awareness had ended, she had gotten to the remaining baker's dozen of chemical drums. Staring at them for a couple seconds, she slowly looked all the way down to the end of the hallway where Sangue and Luke were talking, then back to the drums. An idea struck her. What the fuck, Negasi? Work smart, not hard. "Coming your way, babe!" By the time Sangue and Luke looked up at Lauren, a drum was rolling down the hallway towards them, leisurely paced thanks to a keen shove from one of Lauren's feet. A second joined it in short order. Then a third. Soon, they had a neat little production line going. Had to be easier than going two at a time.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom He really did have a soft heart, she thought as Luke shared his own thoughts with her. It felt oddly strange to hear others talk about the well-being of those close to them; she had heard such things from her own team, but never with others. Perhaps she simply needed time to realize that many were willing to protect- even if some desired to hurt those who harmed their friends rather than protect said friends first. It was a reasonable way of protecting to some, and Sangue herself knew that much from personal experience before she entered the academy. But it certainly conflicted with her slowly shaping moral. "I think the... same," she spoke softly, her tone slightly more tender than before at the thought of those who were beloved to her. "I... think the same," she repeated. All she had was her team, really. Her family was off on an unknown journey to survive and perhaps fulfill a mission, but at the cost of leaving Sangue in her untimely darkest times- her days as a child. Although she took it in well due to accepting the cold of fending off an unknown hostility in her home, she preferred the warmth of eating with those who laughed and dragged her into conversations rather than eating in the wilderness. She could live with the wild, but her newfound emotions made it hard to do so now. If anything, she was living a completely new life. And she knew she had to be grateful for it. "I..." Pushing her second barrel a bit deeper into the lift, she turned to Luke with a rare expression. It was not a smile, but her eyes fixated on the boy with a softer gaze. It was rare for her to talk with students outside of her team aside from classes, and in classes, she was usually occupied with work or trying to stay awake due to a sleeping pattern left in shambles. "I like... the way you think," she admitted, admiring his view on helping others. He was caring, yes, but that seemed to be an understatement. The care he held for those around him was far less selfish than her own. For while she cared about those close to her, it was mostly to relieve her own emotions that she helped others for. It felt like she learned about a way to improve herself a bit. Just a bit. She still had numerous flaws, and only a small handful of talents that sometimes overshadowed said flaws. "I like... people... who think that way," she stated honestly, almost repeating what she said earlier. "You're not... a nice... guy." "You're... a great guy. A... cool guy. That's... how people refer to... people like... you. I think. The way you think- you should not let... go of it." This was the most she had said to someone outside of her team. But this person named Luke seemed like someone she would respect, no matter what he really thought of her. Even if he found her to be odd, she found his own ideals to be simplistic, but oddly intriguing to someone like her. "It's nice to know... there are... people like you. It really... is." "I... want to be friends... with those kinds of people. They make... me feel... special. More than what I... should normally feel." It really helped her to know that some people were nicer than her. So she did not find it a waste of time to talk with him. She hoped that she was not wasting his time. Turning to Lauren, a light bulb brightened in Sangue's head as she moved over from the line of barrels that formed. Lauren was a genius! At least, to Sangue, she was. Or maybe the brawler was just clever, but cleverness was far more useful than the level of gullibility Sangue had. Still, her own accuracy with the barrels was more inaccurate than a toddler throwing a softball. That could potentially waste time if Sangue kept missing the lift. With that in mind, the swordswoman decided to use the original method they used to move the barrels and rolled two barrels down to the lift.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Having finished preparing in team SASG's room, which culminated in the somewhat-ceremonial donning of his favorite blue jacket, Abel felt at peace. As mundane as his actions over the past few hours had been, they truly did take the edge of the concerns that prodded him, and now, with all of his ducks in a row, he could depart for an evening in Vale with a mind unclouded. Before he left, though, he made his way to a cage situated on one of the cabinets. Several feet wide and only a little less deep, the enclosure contained all sorts of toys and terrain. Upon a grassy knoll slumbered Scoot the ferret, and the city of the little critter curled up and fidgeting in his dreams brought a warm smile to Abel's face. He dared not pet the small dude for fear it might awaken him, but he badly wanted to. An ethereal sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned toward the door. With his left hand in his pocket, he strode through the silent corridors toward the airship docks. Despite the plan seemingly in order, he moved rather hesitantly. His teammates had yet, after all, to reply to the group text message to which Abel had most recently responded. Though not obsessive, the guardian absolutely preferred to have a plan agreed upon before taking any significant action. Deprived of such organization, any kind of group venture could only end in disaster: boredom, frustration, and regret. Abel knew that he could not let that happen. His team needed no more divisions. A few moments passed while he read a poster advertizing for some sort of Beacon robotics club attached to the wall. The flier did not really pique his interest, but he felt it necessary to while away a little time in the hopes that his scroll would buzz from a newly-received message telling him what exactly to do. After all, if he hopped on an airship to Vale and it turned out Gren was making his own dinner while Shiro changed his mind, he'd be all alone in a big, crowded city. His patience was rewarded—a vibration in his pocket prompted him to produce the scroll and view the new revelation. What he saw, however, made him frown. "Hey, y'all want to come out to Vale and hang out or something? Y'all don't have to if you don't want. Just an idea." What? Hadn't Shiro gotten confirmation just a little while ago that both Gren and Abel would be happy enough to accompany him to a pizzeria in Vale? Maybe the faunus forgot. Abel, remembering his comrade's issues with memory in the past, felt sadness pour over him. Dealing with an amnesiac reminded him too closely of dealing with a relative with Alzheimer's. Memories made people who they were; interacting with someone, knowing that their memories might slip away at any time, filled him with helplessness and sorrow. Carefully, Abel's fingers moved across the touchscreen. As per usual, his large digits sometimes pressed more than one letter key at once, and sometimes one he didn't mean to at all, but this time he kept these little accidents to a minimum.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Shooting Range "Hey Oli, still picking out your weapon?" For the sniper, memories were often his landline, a way to avoid the perils of dehumanizing everything. It would be easy to drift away while doing his job, to just view everything through the scope and forget the reality of his situation. Memories would bring him back home and remind him of what was important, even when the world around him turned unreal. "Yeah, you know me, can't have anything too messy." Bang! As was often the case, even the moving target at the range was an easy shot for the young boy. The cheese eater had long since stopped going to the range solely to train, sure constant refinement was helpful, but the real benefit was the mental training. However even more important was the calming effect it had on his overall health. While in combat there was that ever present danger of growing detached, at the range it was almost a blessing. It was his way of zoning away and completely putting his troubles behind him, not worrying about the what ifs, could haves, and should haves. This was his meditation, his way of reassessing everything. "I'm guessing you've already decided on keeping your mom's rapier then? Secondary form is a little tricky." Breathe. Relax. Breathe. As the tension in his muscles faded, giving way to the simple pull of his trigger, newer memories presented themselves for evaluation. Truth be told Vignoble's cheese eating, pun making, idiot of a teammate was still struggling with how things had turned out. A large part of him was actually questioning his remaining time at Beacon. He had signed up to fight monsters, not slaughter humans (as deplorable they might have been). There had been casualties in the last fight, and a part of him was certain he could have found a way to stop them. Bianca was a mess, Gratia's arrogance had reached a new high, he wasn't sure what to think of Beryl, and Vega was nowhere to be seen. Yet for some reason, he felt like half the crisis could have been averted if he had been just a little faster. And perhaps, some of that was a result of his own arrogance. "Guns tend to be messy, at least things like an assault rifle which love to rip and tear." "It'd also be hard to limit collateral." Whatever the case, a part of him kept running over the events of the past few days. Perhaps if they had been quicker Bianca could have been spared much of her suffering, perhaps he should have stayed with Beryl and helped her, he could even have been faster dealing with his opponents so he could back up Gratia. The fact remained that people were dead and injured and part of that responsibility fell squarely on his shoulders. What kind of Hunter hunted humans? "I got it Oli. A sniper would solve both problems." So for now he trained and focused, the past was the past, he just needed to make sure next he was faster and that next time his aim was true. If there was a next time. "Think I have the aim for it tho? Might need to scope things out first." "Just barrel through, you'll figure it out." Barrel through, it was funny how Albano's advice always stuck with the young man. Even when the situation felt rough, or nigh impossible, somehow thinking of the only home that mattered managed to center him. Contrary to the beliefs of some people, the sniper wasn't much of a material person, on the contrary it was often the sentimentality of the intangibles that meant the most to him. When the path before him became muddled, it was those intangibles that brought him joy, it was those that gave him a purpose again. "Think about it Oli, you could even have like a pistol for too close stuff, but between your dueling and your sniping, people would hard pressed to get near you." "Aim to please in any situation?" "Exactly." So here he was, a path spiraling out before that he could not see the end of. On the one hand was a betrayal of the ideals he joined the Hunters for in the first place. He existed to serve humans and faunus, to protect them by killing monsters, not by hurting other humans or faunus. Right now he wasn't sure whether this path would guide him in that direction or not. On the other hand, there was a chance for reform, to show the world what it meant to be a Hunter, that some ideals truly were worth fighting for, regardless of so called naivete. The only question was whether this academy was his only path to such a goal, or whether he was better served finding a new home to develop himself at. "Guess it's time to expand your range Oli. I'll help you train." By now all of the targets had been riddled countless times. At this point there really wasn't much left to do at the range, both from a shooting standpoint and for his own mental health. Yet there was one ritual that still struck him as Scapino reverted back into components for Napoli to sheathe. A ritual that brought him clarity even when nothing else would, one that connected him to the other important figure in his life. His right hand reached for the pendant around his neck, rubbing but not opening it, as five words returned to his memory. "Stay strong. Mio figlio prediletto." Stay strong.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Busting a move Gren watched the maid dutifully go do as he says, running off to help Sepia. Gren was half-tempted to go with her and talk with Shiro and Team KESS, but he chose against it for now. There was some things he needed to do, which involved sending two messages out, one for Abel and one for Shiro. Gren sent out the messages before heading back to the firing range to clean up his mess. He sent Abel a lone text because he wanted to make sure Abel was somewhat savvy of the situation, and because Gren was somewhat aware that Abel had feelings for one of the members of Team Kess. He just doesn't remember who, so he left it vague enough for Abel to capitalize on. Perhaps it was a bit manipulative, but Gren liked to think he was just making sure everyone gets their happy ending. Gren returned to the firing range and found what remained of his aura-fueled jetpack. Lots of broken bits of metal and a stain on the floor. He was certain he could gain some information from the wreck, but his friends needed him right now. So Gren picked up a broom and swept up his mess before heading back to the dorms to change into something that was still in one piece. Since he was going out with friends, he felt like he needed to dress in a more impressive fashion than his previous outfit. He had a special pair of pants and shoes, primarily black but with gold trims, which he'd wear with his dark purple jacket. Underneath, he had a silver colored shirt with Beacon's emblem on it's back. To finish it off, he worn a checkered cabbie hat. He also put The God Eater away into his locker. A night out in the city shouldn't be too dangerous, and even if it was it would be more dramatic to summon his locker to crush his opponent then just whipping out The God Eater. Finishing off by brushing his teeth and eating a mint, Gren headed out to meet Shiro and Abel. Hopefully they could use their charms to keep the girl's company. Because given Gren's recent luck with women, he was starting to think maybe he wasn't as charismatic as he had hoped. He sighed but kept his smile up. "Better luck next time I guess." Opening up the internet Gren played a song in his head, jamming to it as he walked to the meeting place.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The very instant Abel replaced his scroll in his pocket, the tone rang out that signified the arrival of a new message. That quickly? He slipped the device out again, leaning against the wall as he did. Sapphire? Should have known. Unfortunately, she did not want to join the group, citing some other responsibility to concern herself with. He didn't know whether he believed her, but if she thought she needed rest or solitude, that was that. Abel quietly bemoaned this turn of events. While his team did not share the friendliest dynamic around, he wanted with absolute sincerity to get over this rockiness and reunite with the people that were supposed to be his brothers in arms—especially Sapphire. The blue-haired leader of Swansong had only herself to blame for her current relationship with her teammates, but that didn't mean that Abel wanted her excluded. Even if she treated him coldly, he felt inclined to try and be a proper comrade for her. She was, after all, his partner. Fate had brought them together in the Emerald Forest, and the guardian wasn't one to give up on fate so easily. Still, he could look forward to joining the boys, at least. Moving quickly now with great strides, Abel made tracks to the airship docks. On the way, he stopped when prompted by his scroll to check his inbox again. Suddenly excited to be headed out and doing something in the city of Vale, a place almost totally new to him, he read the message's contents, popped the scroll back into his pocket, and resumed his saunter with something on his face dangerously close to a smile. "Now we've got a plan," he ruminated aloud. "The wheels are turning!" In no time at all he found himself squinting slightly in the late afternoon sun, just starting to go to gold. Heart light, he headed for the airport. Almost immediately he spotted Shiro. Altering his course for his faunus friend, he raised an arm to shout a greeting. As he did, though, his eyes chanced to land upon the people right around him, and his shout died in his throat. At least, it tried to; something malformed, never meant to see the light of day, rose from the grave and squirmed out instead. "Auehh?!" Of all things he might have seen, he did not expect to find Sepia and...Krysanthe. What was she doing here? Not that he didn't want to see her, but...he wasn't ready! After showering, he'd paid absolutely zero attention to his hair, and while he very seldom fretted about his appearance, the fact seemed awfully conspicuous all of a sudden. Feeling like a big goon, he took a few seconds to compose himself. Could she have heard that goofy grunt? No, no...she was too far away, for certain. At that moment his scroll went off again and, grateful for the distraction, he browsed the new updates from Gren, two in rapid succession. On closer inspection, the second text looked to be for him alone. Sneaking a glance back toward the group, he recognized that Sepia did, though he wouldn't have immediately noticed on his own, seem to be in some sort of distress. "Thanks, buddy," he mumbled as he ducked behind a planter. As fast as he could, he ran his fingers through his hair, effectively combing it back into the realm of civilized hair. Abel took a deep breath, straightened himself up, and strode back into the open. With his left hand back in his pocket, he made his way toward Shiro, Sepia, and Krysanthe at a leisurely pace, trying to seem neither too eager nor too flippant. Once in range, he greeted them, "Hey! Good evening!" Only at that moment he realized that if he just barged in, he might upset Sepia somehow. Sweating on the inside, Abel gave his best attempt at a smile, and sidled closer to the other students. He maneuvered his way farthest away from Sepia, ending up somewhere near the middle between Krysanthe and Shiro. His hands clasped behind his back, not unlike the stance of a butler or bellboy. In earlier years he'd learned that such a position made him seem attentive and ready to lend a hand if need by, but removed and noncommittal at the same time. Standing like this, even a huge man could seem small, and even a big dolt could seem useful—at least, so he hoped. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he'd entered into a thick silence. "I..I hope I'm not intruding?" He murmured to Krysanthe, judging that staying totally silent after just arriving would be the weirder course of action.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue knew nothing of her family. Amy knew her family, though it was clear that it was not the most pleasant of families. Reality made it so that not everyone was happy from the first moment they could remember clearly in their adulthood. For Sangue, obliviousness contributed to how much of a blank sheet she was when it came to emotions and anything related to society. Whether it be the tinge of corruption in some sides of society or the simpler and more straightforward side of life, she had less experience in. Amy would surely have a reason for not liking her family, and the thought of it resonated within the snake's mind. Sangue was born human. She acted with a sentience more limited than both humans and Faunus, despite sharing similar blood to them. She did not understand- let alone know- much about Amy's position in society, but none of it mattered to one who grew in a world where society did not exist in the first place. What mattered was reason. Reason, and condition. Condition, and the person. She did not know too much on what good she could be for Amy. Sangue lacked much of the knowledge one would need in a world where deception could linger under the eye of the public. She was naive and trusting behind the monstrous exterior of a natural-born predator. Amy brought reality into the spotlight quite well, Sangue thought. Silence fell as Sangue glanced at the infirmary, and then at the path she walked in. The chains of her claw rattled quietly, as if to signify wherever the huntress went. "I see," she whispered. As they walked, Sangue took a small breath. The excitement from the mission she had gone to had quieted down, but she still wanted to make sure to retain her usual composure the day after. Immediate preparation for returning to a proper mental stature was key for someone who generally moved and acted slowly outside of battle. While moving, an idea came to the snake's mind. Turning directly to Amy's direction, she slowly reached out before putting her only hand on the Faunus' shoulder. "..." ... ... ... "...This... is how you... assure people... to make them happy. Right...?" ... ... "...I'm sorry. I'll... try this again... at a better time..." Taking her hand off of Amy's shoulder, Sangue scratched the back of her head. She had tried to be more casual with her friend but only ended up looking like a 4-dimensional doofus. The timing felt extremely off, even for the swordswoman, so she decided to try again at a later time. Perhaps there was a more appropriate time she could put her hand on someone's shoulder reassuringly. That would be great, considering how she saw some people do it. Amy's feathery hair clicked something in Sangue's head. Soon, she ended up taking off the pin that held her ponytail and let her hair flow freely. She rarely did so outside of her dormitory, but for now... she was having a moment of peace. A bit of vulnerability wouldn't hurt in exchange for comfort, hopefully. "Perhaps I... should meditate... outside... some time soon..." Sangue muttered as she stared at a flight of stairs. She did not know if Amy meditated like she did, but the idea of meditating with her whole team sounded interesting. At the moment, Sangue's train of thoughts were not filled with too much to express to her friend. But she did not need much to talk about to appreciate Amy for walking together with her. Her presence alone was enough to be appreciative about.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Write@HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi "Then make a decision, Schwarz," was Gratia's flat reply. The Mistralese Huntress' tone betrayed no emotion, nor did her impassive expression. There was nothing that she could convey in the first place; although the tickets were free, she possessed no great interest in acquiring them for her own gain. However, there was a need to observe Nuit and ensure that the recently-healed Faunus did not attempt anything fucking retarded; her compatriot's emotional state was likely still erratic in some way after the imprisonment. "Otherwise, Nuit will force her own choices onto you." Her phone chirped. That was the irritatingly cheerful alert she had assigned to any messages from Vega, one she had decided was befitting of her leader's boundless annoying energy. The Mistralese girl rapidly removed the device from her pocket, dark eyes glancing down at the glowing screen at the text. It was a bother, but she would have to formulate a reply to the other huntress' shallow question. >Standing in the infirmary. >Get the fuck out of bed. Her fingers danced rapidly across the keys, before immediately hitting send.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Practically the instant the airship's hatch door opened, folding down to become a short stairway for passengers, Abel was ready to board. A very rare sort of energy had overtaken him, awoken somehow despite the morning's grueling mission and the afternoon's strenuous exercise. All the same, he did not want to seem unduly enthused, so he stood by while the others made their way over, rather like a somebody taking credit for opening an automatic door. While waiting he heard the familiar buzz of a new text alert from his scroll, and dutifully the guardian removed the device from his pocket to check what he'd received. Surprisingly, the message originated from the school itself, as opposed to a teammate as he initially expected. He scanned the lines, furrowing his brow slightly as he read about the various happenings of the upcoming Monday. Funnily enough, he hadn't even known that Monday was supposed to be a day off. The alternative didn't exactly thrill him, however. Abel felt like competing in a school-organized race about as much as he felt like a garden gnome with gonorrhea—which was to say, not at all. His first thoughts pertaining to the 'Stone Cold Showdown' were dismissive, but before he even got to second-guessing himself, Abel found his opinions changing. The more he ruminated on it, the more he imagined that a wrestling event would be just his thing. In the ring, size mattered, and that at least Abel had in spades. You know what? Abel asked himself, I'm gonna do it. About time I did something in my free time other than work out and browse the web. The only problem he could think of was large, green, and walking right toward him along with Shiro. No doubt Gren's gonna be all over this. I hope we don't get matched against one another. Hey, shouldn't it be illegal for him to compete anyway, with all those cybernetic enhancements? The question occupied Abel so much that he nearly missed the crushing sadness wafting from his tigeresque teammate like ripeness from roadkill. All thoughts of grappling, costumes, and pay-per-view vanished from the guardian's mind the instant his eyes landed on Shiro's face. Somehow, in less than thirty seconds, the most chipper and upbeat individual Abel could think of had turned miserable. He blanched, at a total loss for what to do. Luckily, Gren seemed to be on the case. Thanking his lucky stars that he had someone who could shoulder that responsibility around, Abel waiting for his companions to pass by and board the airship. Once the ladies of team KESS followed suit, Abel brought up the rear, his tentative smile more tentative than ever before. Mere minutes later, the airship touched down about two hundred feet away and six hundred feet lower than the place from which it departed. The warm orange horizon, behind which the sun had just begun to dip, framed the city of Vale beautifully. As luck would have it, the walk to the pizzeria was not long, but the seven students of Beacon walked it in near-silence. Abel didn't mind the general quiet. Everyone needed some time alone with their thoughts. Inside the pizza joint, Abel expected that the more intimate atmosphere would stir up real conversation among them. In the course of the walk there, he'd finished reading the school's notification message, and in doing so drummed up memories of his parents. Had it really been only two weeks since he'd seen them? It felt so much longer. The notion of his folks visiting the school brought a nigh imperceptible but remarkably genuine grin to his face. Of all the topics that might emerge over a platter of oven-fresh 'za, though, Abel didn't think that anyone's parents would be one of them. In fact, something in his gut told him that very subject might be what stole Shiro's fire only minutes prior. The thought worried Abel—why hadn't Shiro let his friends know? Then again, parental issues were definitely the kind of thing that an average person might keep bottled up. And...as much as he hated to think about it, he and Shiro weren't really friends, not in the sense that he would have liked to be. The truth stung him. But what can I do? 'How to reach someone's soul' isn't something you find in a book... These thoughts and more swirled around in the guardian's noggin as he, along with Krysanthe, Yue, Sepia, Skyra, Shiro, and Gren, stepped into the pizza place.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Infirmary Cobalt had been doing a lot of reading for the past day. All his homework had been completed first, that had taken about an hour, then he continued his exhaustive research on what that Grimm had been. After a few hours of dead ends, he had moved on to reading up on anything to do with Grimm psychology, then moving on to Hunter psychology. Cobalt had read so much that he had fallen asleep with his Scroll in his hands, completely unaware of the world around him. Something that Oswald would be glad to know most likely. The morning arrived and Cobalt awoke around 7 to the smell of disinfectant and various other hospital smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and waited for someone to come in to offer him breakfast. He took one bite before he pushed it to the side and decided to wait until Diamond brought some food, tiding himself over with water instead. It was around lunchtime that Diamond came knocking with a bag of food and a heavenly smell around her. Cobalt had to actively hold himself from jumping out of the hospital bed to get to the food as soon as possible. He blinked as he noticed he was already leaning out of the bed slightly. "Have I told you how you're my favorite teammate?" Cobalt remarked as his stomach rumbled in anticipation. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team Swansong Dormitory 'Why?' thought a sleepy Shiro. 'Why do we have to do things like eat and use the restroom?' Shiro complained, his stomach rumbling angrily at him as he tightened the blankets around him, trying to shut out the sound. 'Just let me sleep!' Shiro stuffed his face into his pillow and growled. "Agh!" Bundled up in his little 'tiger-nest/cocoon' of sheets and blankets, Shiro's alarm blared loudly at him. Grumbling irritably, he stirred within the cocoon of cloth until his own white ears poked out of the bundle. Bad mistake. He hadn't meant to but by unshielding his ears from the digital alarm clock app on his Scroll, that just made the noises louder. Poking his head out from the sheets, he glared at his Scroll and went to bat at his Scroll to shut it off. Having enough of the sound and feeling extra irritable this morning. "Alright, I get it! Shut u-!" This was his second mistake. A swing and a miss. "Oop! OH SHI-!" Tangled up in his sheets, Shiro couldn't stop himself from rolling over the side of his top bunk bed. The dramatic weight shift and gravity just working against the poor tired tiger-boy this morning. Sheets and blankets wrapping around his face, he couldn't see where he was going to orient himself. "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." thought Shiro mid-fall. Thud! Sheets and blankets sliding off of his body, Shiro found himself on all fours and in good health. Blinking, he carefully looked around himself to see if anyone else had saw. But, thankfully, he was alone in their room. The others probably already having started their days early. Slowly standing up, he looked at the pile of sheets on the ground and scratched at his head. "Huh. I guess...I really do always land on my feet." Shrugging, a pillow slipped off the side of his bunk and boofed against his face. He grumbled. Beacon Cafeteria After having gone through his morning routine, Shiro found himself seated by himself with the usual big heaping plate of food in front of him for breakfast. Bleary-eyed and hair somewhat a disheveled mess, Shiro yawned as she blankly stared at his meal. Rubbing his eyes, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and opened up this 3D Holographic design app he found installed on it. More than likely something Gren had put on there prior to his transfer of ownership. The Boar faunas probably used it to come up with new gadgets and gizmos for equipment and weapons. But, for Shiro, it was just the perfect thing he needed to conceptualize future upgrades and redesigns of his own weapons. Creating gears and contraptions with taps and flicks of his fingers, he could even pull up designs he found on the internet and see how they functioned in real time to give him a better understanding of how he could either make his own or improve upon what already existed. Lazily eating and playing with his Scroll as he distracted himself. Today's subject being how to he could increase the efficiency and versatility of his sword and shield. He was thinking an internal box magazine stored within his shield. Perhaps even with an automatic loader/feeder like he knew some firearms used. He already had a basic idea of how he would forge and machine the parts he needed, the only issues he had were what everyone usually had. Time, and money. He didn't quite have the necessary 'skrill' to get the high-quality metal billets he wanted, so unless he was willing to wait longer to upgrade. He would have to save up his Lien. He didn't like the idea of waiting nor did he like the idea of compromising on 'lesser' metal types to machine his parts with. He had expensive tastes as well, desiring the geisteel/siderite alloy billets. It was all he ever used and worked with, and he damn near refused to work with anything less for his own equipment. Muttering and mumbling to himself between bites and swallows of food, Shiro browsed other patented designs and humored himself by shopping around for other 'lesser' raw metals. Scoffing when he saw how cheaply he could get some of them in bulk and skimming across articles defending the lesser materials and how they could be just as good as the higher quality stuff. "Tch. Amateurs." Shiro rolled his eyes. "Ohh-ho! Best bang for your buck! Pfft. Yeah, right."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe @PyroDash888 Krysthane watched as Skyra headed straight for the bathroom. A couple minutes later a toilet flushing sounded, quickly followed by a loud bang from the bathroom. Krysthane winced. Well that wasn't good. It seemed to wake Sepia up because she wriggled out of bed and asked where Skyra was. Krysthane sighed and pointed at the bathroom. "She's in there, last night doesn't seem to have made her feel any better, probably worse by the sounds of thing. I'm not sure what to do to help her, you wanna give it a shot?" Krysthane asked, trying not to sound too desperate. Sometimes people needed space but sometimes you also needed to be there for someone and make sure they knew they weren't alone and stuff. Why were decisions always so hard to make?</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate "I'm dreaming," Abel suddenly told himself. And so he was. Possessed of a newfound self-awareness, he looked around. In less than a second he laid eyes on a scene that caused him to jump in surprise and fear. It was to his fortune that he jumped backward rather than forward, as a forward jump would have sent him hurtling into open space and an ensuing long, protracted fall to his death. Of course, that would probably just wake him up given what he knew of dreams, but regardless he didn't see this course of events as particularly favorable. Once the beating in his chest subsided, soothed as if a sore moistened by a comfortable wet towelette thanks to his realization, he could clearly see why he didn't want to end the dream just yet. Before him lay a breathtaking view. He sat on a colossal stony crag extending out from a high-altitude cliff face. Behind him stood a towering redwood forest—a seemingly infinite grove of giants. So vibrant was the red of their bark and so gorgeous the green of their great crowns that they looked straight out of a fairy tale to the amazed guardian. On the other hand, there lay before him a huge and wondrous valley. For a moment Abel mused whether it might have been cut by the steady movement of ancient glaciers across the landscape, though soonafter he remembered that he was in a dream. Why do I need to keep reminding myself all the time? Yet, taking in this scenery, it wasn't hard to see why losing oneself was so easy. Trees, grassy meadows, and glittering rivers formed a mosaic down in the valley. This was all, Abel thought, just stupendous, and obviously too good to be true. Where were the floods? The thunderstorms, and the earthquakes? Why weren't the creatures of Grimm tearing him apart or throwing him from his rocky perch to properly acquaint him with the rich valley soil? Abel expected some horrific behemoth to emerge from behind one of the snow-capped mountains in the distance any second, but he was glad it did not. Questions swirled in his mind. How did I get here? Why am I dreaming about this? Will I remember when I wake up? He saw no trace of darkness in this temperate paradise. When he breathed in, the air felt crisp, fresh, and above all, free. All of a sudden, the guardian found himself shivering. Something wet rolled down his cheek, causing Abel to stir. What the hell? No way I'm crying about some nice land in a dream. He looked out again at the valley, and found the sun, previously high in the cloudy white sky, beginning to droop. As the sun slid toward the horizon, the landscape changed; the decline of a day was echoed by the earth as a decline in the year. The leaves of trees became vivid yellows, reds, and oranges. Abel watched the grass turn a radiant gold, like hair. He made no motion as the sun drifted toward the horizon and everything began to grow dark, savoring as much as he could the last moments of his splendid vision. -=-=- "Urgh." Abel groaned into his sheet, lying face down. "I'm awake." And so he was. Though he was not as awake as he could have been. Like a giant, muscular slug he oozed out of the bed and onto the floor, the experience restoring just enough consciousness so that he could rise to his feet. On autopilot he navigated his way to the bathroom, where he doused himself with water. His electric aura stirred sleepily, sending voltaic tickles across his skin. "Ooh." This morning, he felt oddly at peace, though he had no idea why. Once he regained his vision, he leaned back through the door to see if his teammates were present. Only one bed seemed to be occupied: Shiro's. Though he looked more like a burrito than anything else, the sleeping faunus was clearly identifiable by his furry ears. Abel expected that his teammate could sleep through practically anything, but he made sure not to test the theory as he went about his business. A visit to the toilet, a sojourn in the shower, an application of deodorant, and a quick update to his stubble later, Abel was back in the room and getting dressed to go to breakfast. At that moment his scroll, laying on his little desk, vibrated. Abel made no bones about nabbing it quickly and opening it up to see what news had come his way. Memories of the night before popped up in the guardian's mind as he found out that the message was from Krysanthe. The seven-man pizza party had been pretty darn subdued, if Abel remembered it correctly, but he'd enjoyed it well enough. His eyes scanned Krysanthe's message. Hoping that he didn't make it obvious that he'd very much like her to go with him, Abel held his breath and hit send.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary Diamond looked around to see if and what the others would say. No one gave her any looks of pity, save for some minor hints. Good. I like anger better. "You know, no regrets here, so stop looking so damn gloomy before somebody slashes their wrists. Knowing what I do now I'd still do it again in that situation you know. One of you three was there, you reckless idiots somehow managed to get me to care if you live." Diamond said with a smirk. "But if we could not make a habit of it it would be much appreciated." she sighed, "Since you're all here, do you want to perhaps have a talk about how to prevent such abysmal failures in the future, or am I going to have to keep losing limbs for some time until we're there?" she said perhaps a bit too harshly, but she wanted to drive a point home. Because the next time one of you tells me to shut up when I'm telling you to be cautious I'll maim you myself! Her eyes ticked to the side. She would have said more, but only if it was just the four of them, and somewhere where prying ears couldn't reach. "Also while we're on the topic of fighting abilities and personal feelings, I'm losing the grip on my semblance. I blame you for starting to make me a better person." she grinned, herself unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze\|Break "Hungry little guy" Cian looked at the albino ferret she seen it a few times but was always unsure on who it belonged to. Come on than little one lets get you something to eat you have any preferences?" She looked at it noticing the sheer hilarity of herself talking to a ferret what has the world turned to she couldn't help but question to herself. Still letting a hand out to the ferret for it to climb up she figured this could count as a break from her over indulgence in training she supposed. @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @Abillioncats @Kaithas "Sure, do that Yue." Skyra waved after both Krys, who had left first, and Yue, who was leaving just now. Now just her and Sepia were left in the room. That was until Skyra grabbed her head instinctively. "Ugh… I knew it was a bad idea to drink..." She got up from her feeding position and walked to the door, not going through it before waving a "I'll be back later, Seppy. Just gonna get some pills for this headache, kay?" With that, she let the door snap back into its lock. Slow pace Skyra moved herself down the corridor heading straight for the infirmary without any detours. It was her first time drinking that much and as such, her first actual hangover. She just hoped, the painkillers would relieve any lingering pain. Arriving at the infirmary, she quickly moved to the medicine cabinet, plopped two painkiller pills into her mouth and gulped them down before she noticed that the beds in the room were not empty. Not at all empty. The one couple of people her eyes focused on most were atwo girls, one being pinned down by the other, seemingly a cat Faunus as well, in a tacklehug position. Or so it looked like to Skyra. Were they… a couple? Like… together? What the hell…? Stare Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm -> Halls Sepia watched Skyra go, scrutinizing her as she went out the door. As much as she'd like to be able to shut off her semblance and focus on recovering, she had already decided that she might as well use it given that it showed no signs of going away any time soon. Reaching out tentatively in her mind toward the cat faunus, she almost jerked back when she made contact. There was...a lot going on here. Keeping her position as purely receptive in the few seconds she had before she'd lose track of her teammate, she gently plucked along a few strands of feelings. Not thoughts, mind you. That would be more invasive than she was comfortable with, and Skyra would probably "hear" her if she strengthened their connection too much. As it was, she might notice an unfamiliar feeling, but nothing indicative of its source being another person, as Sepia couldn't recall ever having used her semblance (at least not in this way) on her teammate before. Chewing on her lower lip as she finished off her breakfast, the brunette quickly tried her best to smooth down a few rough edges in her friend(?)'s mood, as temporary as it might be. No one could fix Skyra's problems but Skyra. There was something else, too. She gave a small smile as she noted a small, but unmistakable feeling of warmth somewhere buried underneath all the conflicted prickliness. "Sunrise orange..." she murmured under her breath. Withdrawing gently with a relived and somewhat satisfied sigh, Sepia stood up and did her best to tidy up so Yue wouldn't have so much to do. "She does seem to like to please, though. I guess that means I have to work on her too." Sepia had no illusions about her intelligence when it came to school and studying. All of that factual blah-blah just went through one furry ear and out the other, and sitting still for so long was dreadfully boring. However, she liked to think that she got to have good "person-sense" in return for her shoddy grades. Slinging her at last found dress, undergarments, and leggings over her shoulder, she plucked a sticky-note pad and pencil off of her bedside table and started scratching out a rough list: Sky: Extra patience. Prob. needs to have a listener. Krys: Nothing right now. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders. Observe. Yue: Build her up. Needs more self-worth to be good teammate (if that's Beacon's idea). Sepia paused thoughtfully for a moment, then added: Shiro: Worries me :( "If anyone sees this, they're going to think I'm nuts." Even the ditzy dog could tell that much. She needed it, though, if she wanted to remember any of her thoughts later. After taking a shower and getting ready for the day, she folded it twice and tucked it into her bra. Deeming herself presentable, she grabbed Orthus and headed into the hall, intending on making her way outside to practice with its grappling function.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate A few seconds of scanning the sky went by before Abel spotted a dot he could only assume was Krysanthe. He observed, though he couldn't imagine how, that the girl's launch sent her far higher into the air than his own. Given the whoops carried to him on the breeze, though, she seemed to be enjoying it far more than he had. He looked on when, in the middle of her descent, she began to eject bursts of water from her ornate boots that each stalled her momentum enough to make her look as though she was walking in the sky. Abel marveled at the simplicity and the efficacy of it compared to his own technique, his muscles burning all the while. In a jiffy the two hunters-in-training were reunited, and the guardian's heart soared far more than it had while he had to see Krysanthe's face adorned with a lively smile. After taking a split second to focus, he returned the expression, then replied, "Well, there's a ruin of some sort where the tokens were placed during the ceremony. Though we might go there." Navigating down the tree, though not easy, proved to be far less of a task than descending from the heavens in one piece. Seldom was Abel so glad to be back on the ground. While no stranger to heights, given his station on kingdom's wall, he just couldn't shake the inexplicable terror that welled within him to be suspended in space. It felt like being abandoned and left to die. Suddenly realizing the needless morbidity of his thoughts, Abel shook himself to clear his head. No doubts or depressing sentiments needed to be entertained in this place, distracting from the Emerald Forest's beauty. Beneath the canopy, where the dappled sunlight fell upon the earth's brilliant green grass and plants, the wood seemed straight out of a fairy tale. Something cheesy welled up in Abel's mind, and he spun his partizan into walking-stick position before saying, "Shall we?" Minutes later into the forest hike, the pair happened upon a great cleft in the ground running diagonally across their path. The ravine extended out of sight in either direction and at least sixty feet down. Various creeping vines slithered down from trees on the gorge's precipice into the depths of the earth. When Abel peered down, he could see a glint at the bottom that most likely signified a stream. He fixated his attention on the chasm's opposite side, noting it to be several feet higher than the one upon which he and Krysanthe stood. Feeling like he knew the answer, he asked, "Across, over, around?" as he leaned on the Ampere. The thought that he should be talking more, and trying to get to know the girl, crossed his mind. Trying not to frown in contemplation, he began to ponder exactly how to go about doing that as he waited for an answer.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For the guardian, the situation seemed dreamlike. A fear of heights -or, as in his case, an unease of them- meant, of course, that all too often in dreams, he would be suspended in some high place. Beset by the howling wind, and clinging for dear life to, say, a catwalk above a canyon or a bridge between two buildings, he couldn't move for fear of the slightest error sending him plummeting into the abyss. Only now, this very scenario was playing out not just in the real world, but also in front of the person he wanted desperately to impress. Stiffness overtook him completely, so much so that he couldn't turn to look as Krysanthe crossed the gap with what looked like frustrating ease, and when she returned to check on him it took a colossal effort to prevent himself from reddening. "Some help," he intoned in a quiet, deadpan voice. "Would be...great." When the opportunity arose, he quickly took the offered hand, and the combined strength of two physically-oriented hunters-to-be landed him on ordinary terrain in no time. Masking his breathing as much as he could, Abel held out a hand to summon the Ampere from where it lodged, and obediently the weapon jerked free from the cliff and sailed into his awaiting grip. "Thank you." What a joke. He should have accepted her help in the first place. What kind of cool guy rejected a perfectly good idea to attempt his own stunt, only to flub it at the last second and ask for help anyway? Feeling exactly like a clod of earth that he shook from his jacket, he pointed his weapon forward into the forest. A little enthusiasm for a change might counteract the conflict brewing inside him—a tincture for the poison of doubt. "Onward!" He took one step and stopped again, suddenly alert. The rustle of underbrush could be heard, and while this could have easily been the sign of some wild creature like a rabbit or bore, Abel got the distinct impression that something a little more wild lay in store only a hundred feet away. After all, the Emerald Forest was stocked with monsters for the students to fight, as far as he knew. In Beacon's training classes, captured Grimm would occasionally be released for students to practice against as an alternative to them withering away, but out here, even in an environment regulated by the school, any encounter should be treated as the real thing. "Hum," he said aloud, hopefully drawing Krysanthe's attention. "Almost sounds like Gri...!" The guardian's warning was quite literally cut off by the emergence of what looked like a laser from the woods. The ludicrously high-pressure stream of red liquid swept toward him, capable of bisecting anyone without an activated aura. Instantly Abel's instincts flared to life, and he threw himself bodily to the ground so that the cutting stream could pass overhead. He trusted his companion to do the same, or to otherwise leap over it. A moment later the stream ceased, and from the foliage emerged a Redcap--an eight-foot tall, bloated monstrosity half insect, half dragon, and all nasty. Unfortunately, Abel didn't recognize it at all. This more rare species of Grimm lay in the back of his class's textbook, but he'd never seen one during his years attending Palisade, or whilst on the wall. "The hell is that thing?" He picked himself up as the creature ambled forward, giant claws outstretched. Reflexively he got into a fighting stance, and aimed his Ampere at the horrid beast.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Crimmy@Write@Plank SinatraBeryl Harken The young Faunus could not help but send a quizzical look after Luke as he left. He had been acting a bit strange there at the end after all. In any case, she needed to finish up here soon or she might just collapse before she even got back to her room. A minute or two later and she had sent a moderately sized ball of water back into the pool with a plop. Taking a moment to pick up her MP3 player, she shot a glance through the large lounge window to check on her friend. Bianca was doing fine it seemed. The person next to her was still just talking and they both seemed relaxed enough. Her worries allayed for the moment, Beryl made her way up to her room and barely had time to change into bedclothes before falling asleep curled up on the very expensive feeling bed.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Write "You know..." Ben's grin widened, and he reached down to his waist. Was his bet a good idea? Not even remotely. Betting against Lauren never was, let alone betting something this big. It was important, too. But he was a little drunk, not so much off alcohol as success and good cheer, and if he lost... Well, he'd figure it out. Bastille's captain slipped Lawnslot off his belt and set it down on the table, sliding it towards the middle. "You need to stop using a goddamn fire axe, babe. I've got enough spare parts to replace it before Monday morning. Well, for you to replace it. If you win it you're gonna know how to service it, and that means knowing how to put it together."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary How they were doing? The answer to that was fairly obvious, Oswald thought. Cobalt had nearly had his skull bashed in, Emerald got slashed up, Diamond's arm was permanently damaged, and he'd almost lost a lung after being shot by an anti-air cannon, being thrown into a tree, having his thumb snapped at the joint, and dragging himself over to rifle through a couple of dead mercs' gear for the flare gun that saved them. They were just fuckin' peachy. "Seen better days, Diamond. Seen worse ones, too, though." That was an understatement. "There was the one time I accidentally impaled myself on a tree branch with my Semblance. Fuck, that was embarrassing." He only even knew that story because everybody there had told him at least a hundred different times. That story was a better tell than the ones of his other worst days, too, that was for sure. @Abillioncats @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and shook his head. "Never mind Emerald. We'll fill you in later. You don't have to leave." He turned to the other cat girl as he said this. As for how they were doing... they would definitely be better once they started training and got their mind off the whole incident. "Way I see it, I could always be doing worse. As long as I think about it like that, life seems pretty good." Cobalt smiled when Oswald bought up his story about his Semblance. @Forsythe@Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus @Lucius Cypher As they arrived to where the ferret had intended for them to go, he watched as a bewildered storekeeper just began making sandwiches, then he saw Jack and Cian, and he seemed to think it was them two who made the orders, then soon as that happened, the ferret told them what to order. "Three". This ferret wanted a lunch. He looked to Cian, then to the vendor, "Uhm... Three please...", he ordered. This little vendor was small, but the food seemed to smell good. "You hungry Cian? This little guy seems to be".</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysanthe felt a little bad because there seemed to be a bit of awkwardness over her helping but Able's shout to press onward reassured her that everything was fine. However they'd barely moved when they once again stopped, Krysanthe perked her ears and turned to the noise curiously. She took a step towards it, paused upon hearing Abel's attempt at a warning and as Able did, hugged the dirt. It was at this point that she remembered the Emerald Forest was used as testing grounds for a reason and may not in fact have been the best place for a nature walk. She looked up at the source of red to see a monster that was faintly familiar, but not enough so to tell her anything helpful. "No idea, let's kill it before it ruins our walk. I'll distract it, go for a weak point, that orb looks as good a spot as any." Krysanthe said to Able quickly, not taking her eyes off the creature. Technically they weren't on the same team and she wasn't really in a position to give orders either way but hey, it was spur of the moment. Having divulged her plan Krysanthe moved towards the creature and to its left, moving with startling quickness with aid from her boots letting out periodic boosts which had an increased effect upon her lightened frame due to use of her semblance. She would rotate around the beast until its back was to Able and then simply try to provoke it, via jetting towards it suddenly and then retreating, letting out mocking cries all the while.. Four arms, one tail, and whatever the heck its head thing was meant it would probably be quite troublesome to enter melee combat with it. That and you know it was like eight feet tall. However if the orb's location was even remotely similar to most animals it served as the creatures brain, meaning if Able can spear the orb the beast would probably die then and there. Ideally. Things rarely worked out ideally.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate No matter who it was, if someone had a plan that seemed good, he or she would find Abel happy to listen and follow along. When Krysanthe offered a brief set of instructions, the guardian nodded his head readily. At the moment, he couldn't delve into exactly why he felt this way, but the phrase at last ran through his head. Lowering his Ampere into position, he prepared to charge forward and thrust the blade into the bloody monster's bloated belly. Buoyed up by her semblance and propelled by boosts of water, Krysanthe dodged around to the side. Obligingly, the Redcap followed the yellow threat with its pointed proboscis. As she moved in and out of range, it kept its enlarged arms up to guard, and instinctively swiped at her with nasty claws when it seemed that she'd come too close. However, the Grimm wasn't completely brainless. Even as its attention locked onto Krysanthe, captured by her incessant taunts, it kept a bead on Abel. Instead of just letting the pair of students surround it, the beast moved sideways and back in an attempt to keep both in its vision at the same time—if it could be said to have vision. Atop its slender head, the translucent, fire-red orb sat like the crystal atop a storybook mage's scepter, aglow with baleful luster. Abel did not deign to wait for the perfect opportunity, and seized the chance to contribute. He advanced with his weapon extended to move its blade into the danger zone. The Redcap, on the defensive and acknowledging its lack of force or speed, simply batted away the polarm rather than devoting more limbs to a full block. Abel kept the Ampere close, moving it slowly closer again and again, so that over the course of a few moments, the Grimm ceased to register the weapon as a threat. At least, he hoped that would be the case, but the Redcap thought otherwise. Somehow sensing that it was being boxed in to a potentially lethal scheme, it attacked the less imposing of the two humans. After raising its large arms over its head, it hopped forward to crush Krysanthe, and at the same time whipped its tail at Abel. Instead of blocking or dodging away, the guardian made a resolution. He allowed the tail to strike his side, wincing as he felt the damage to his aura, then quickly wrapped his arm around it. No doubt, the monster didn't expect that! The next moment, he followed up with a thrust to the back of its right thigh. He couldn't quite see Krysanthe thanks to the Redcap's capelike wing in the way, but he trusted completely that she'd avoided the easily telegraphed blow. He refocused his attention to the Redcap which, having registered the sudden wound in its leg from behind, lifted a leg to deliver to him a brutal kick. Instead, Abel stepped to the side, tugging hard on the tail as he did, and the Grimm was forced to alter the kick's path into the ground to avoid losing its balance. Next, it began to beat its wings to rise into the air, generating a battering gust of wind as it did, before slashing at Abel with its claws. Krysanthe, for the moment, had been forgotten. Abel smirked as he deflected the swipe with his Ampere and yanked on the tail again. Things hadn't gone quite to plan, but surely Krysanthe would understand the role reversal. Now the guardian was the distraction, and it would be up to the girl in yellow to burst the distracted beast's bloody bubble.</s>
<\|description\|>Abel Fulgurate Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly. Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range. Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge. Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist. Color: Azure Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally. Appearance: When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Docks Trad stood at the docks watching the crowds of his classmate's relatives disembark. It was interesting to see the diversity of where everyone came from. Current and former hunters, human and faunus families as well as mixed, and all from different parts of the globe with different financial situations. It would be nice to hear the stories of how they came from such backgrounds and ended up wanting to become hunters, but first he had to locate his own. Truth be told he wasn't actually expecting them to show up in the first place. They had never really approved of his decision to become a hunter, but they had done their best to show their support in his choices so perhaps them coming was their way of showing that. Finally when it looked like the ships had unloaded every last passenger, Trad spotted the fiery beard of his father, Blad, and the platinum hair of his mother, Fern, just getting off. Pushing his way through the crowds he got right up to the two and pulled him in for a hug while he greeted them. "Hey! Glad to see you made it. Hope it wasn't a lot of trouble to get here." "Eh, there was some turbulence, but it wasn't from waves of Grimm like I'm sure you've had to deal with." His father jested giving Trad a light punch to the shoulder. "He's only been here a few weeks, Blad, I'm sure he hasn't had to do anything that dangerous...Right?" His mother asked hoping the answer wasn't one that would cause concern. Trad had yet to tell them of what happened on their mission, if they found out he had lost a teammate on his first mission he wouldn't hear the end of it. Instead he just smiled and changed the subject. "We haven't been given anything we couldn't handle. But we have plenty of time for stories later. Come, they're serving breakfast in the athletics center. I'm sure you two are hung-" Eager to talk to his parents, Trad didn't pay attention to where he was going and ran right into Sepia's parents nearly knocking them over. "OH! Excuse me! I'm so sorry about that." Blad leaned closer to Fern and whispered "You'd think people in this profession would be more observant." "They are still students I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze @NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow Monday "My name is Cian formerly from Atlas" She stated she was born on Atlas that was true but it was not her home her home was wherever she decided it was that was what Tristan taught on of his few moments of insight if you asked her. "Mindaro so your Gratia's younger sister than?" Cian asked as she pieced together the similar last names to the one person she met briefly before. Sure they weren't really friends or on talking terms but she knew the face at least. Though she tried her hardest to ignore the over excited twins that was practically shaking with excitement. Probably someones younger siblings and by the looks of it they were normally this excited joy. Tristan Mauve Tristan looked at the gaggle of girls in front of him all the while he paid attention to what was being said before reaching out of his pocket and pulling a switchblade styled comb and started fixing Cian's hair she was always like this ignoring her appearance for sake of training or whatever it was that caught her current interest. "The name is Tristan Mauve a pleasure. I am from somewhere and my home is wherever" He stated in his usual spiel not looking up from his current spot of fixing his sisters hair. Though despite that he did briefly glance at the people gathered a pair of young twins probably one of those peppy types from the look of it. A young black hair girl that probably wouldn't be out of place just speaking one syllable if needed. Finally a red haired girl form the looks of it pretty awkward with social situations.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @NarayanK@Suku Monday They blinked curiously in unison, wondering at the nature of the red-haired woman's stilted speech for a moment. Perhaps she was shy, socially awkward. Perhaps her speech was impeded by something. Perhaps she was unfamiliar with the language. It could have been anything. So without knowing, what heroes of justice would they be if they let it faze them? "Well, it's nice to meet you too, Miss Sangue!" April said, returning the bow politely alongside her sister, who then turned and repeated the motion to the rest of the group. "And you as well, Cian, Mister Tristan!" And suddenly, the united front of the Schwarz sisters split. Sangue found herself coming under scrutiny as the taller of the two peered curiously at a certain new appendage attached at her shoulder, whilst Galla, Tristan, and Cian were met with an intrigued expression. "Your arm looks really cool, Sangue!" "Wow. Atlas, Central Mistral, and 'wherever', huh? That's a pretty wide spread!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Suku@HereComesTheSnow Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Mindaro, so you're Gratia's younger sister then?" The short, coat-wearing girl recognised her name. Galla nodded in the affirmative. It was likely that this Cian was a classmate of her big sister's. And given the intimacy that humans ascribed to the tall man's playing with the aforementioned girl's hair, he was most probably a recipient of a close emotional bond to the girl. That didn't matter to her. The duo of cheerful girls had split up amongst them. Galla glanced in the direction of the one named Dawn, meeting the hair-afflicted girl's eyes with apathetic, hazel orbs.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Docks Sepia felt it an instant before Datura moved. As the other student bumped into the already-rattled woman, knocking her into Soot's shoulder, a sudden shockwave of panic radiated off of her and slammed into Sepia's senses. Staggering backwards in brief surprise, the faunus could only observe with fright as her mother, eyes wide and blank, turned and swung full force for the young man who'd accidentally startled her. An arena. A crowd. A nervous movement from one of the other three in with her was all it took to have her sprinting forward. She wasn't going down, even against her team. Sepia shook the incoming images from her thoughts just in time to see Soot dart in front of his wife. Apparently, the swift man hadn't needed a mind-oriented semblance to predict what was about to happen. Raising one hand while wrapping the other arm around Datura's waist, her fist met his palm with loud thwack. After a tense moment, she lowered her head against his chest and relaxed, drawing in deep breaths with an obviously practiced discipline. Looking over his shoulder at Trad, Soot smiled good-naturedly and explained: "Don't get me wrong, you could probably have handled her easily." His eyes flicked over the huntsman approvingly. "I just know she'll feel bad later if she catches someone in the face." After her father finished, Sepia stepped forward sheepishly. "I...don't think I've met you before? This probably wasn't the best first impression." As she spoke, she addressed both her peer and his parents.</s>	<\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate [color-007fff]Abel Fulgurate – Race Grounds[/color Abel froze, and the crepe halfway into his mouth slid off the fork to dangle from between his teeth like a huge, sagging dog tongue while he read the words on his scroll once more to confirm them. He wasted no time slurping it down to make sure he made as little of a fool of himself as possible, then picked himself up from the folding chair where he'd parked himself to depart hastily. By now, a fair few people had turned up in anticipating of the grand day off's first event. He'd been looking forward to sampling the free food and seeing what people trickled in with their families. If any single characteristic united Beacon's freshest crop of hunters-to-be, it was that they were an interesting bunch. Their mothers, fathers, and other family members could only be more so, but some sadness had needled the guardian as he realized that quite a few of the students might be going around the day alone. Now, he mused, he'd been looking forward to the whole ordeal a bit too much, and in doing so nearly forgot about an arguably quintessential element of Parents' Day: the parents. With as much hustle as a big guy could muster, Abel hightailed it out of the racing ground and into the school. A dozen or more eye-catching sights confronted him along the way, but as Abel saw it, he could wait to join in the general mood of the day once he'd reunited with his mother and father, who judging by Abel's new message had just arrived via the sky. Remembering the distress that had plagued him the day he arrived at the academy following his first-ever air travel, he wondered how his parents had fared. The fact that they weren't too airsick or overwhelmed to make use of the modern age's newfangled doodad suggested they were fine, at least. In only a few minute's time Abel burst from the academy's front doors to jog toward the airdock. The ship by which Abel's mom and dad came was easy to spot, but they themselves weren't that much harder. One look at the guardian's parents explained his unusual height and size. Edom Fulgurate was, to put it simply, a mountain of a man. A barrel chest, broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and a rather rectangular head all made for a hell of a stature. By now, at the end of his growing years, Abel stood a remarkably 6'6", but his father still towered two inches higher than he. Of course, Abel couldn't discount his mother. The blonde-haired woman, her smile indicating that she'd spotted Abel as well, stood about as tall as her son. If Edom were a mountain, Flavia was a tree, her yellow crown hanging down in a curtain around her slender, lithe frame. Abel's dad tracked her gaze, and developed a craggy grin as well when he laid eyes on him. "My boy! C'mere!" The three collided in an enormous hug that made Abel realize, as unbelievable as it seemed that only two and a half weeks had passed since the semester began, he missed them greatly. A surge of joy rushed through him to stand with his family once again. A moment later, the guardians broke apart to stand in a close ring. At the same time, Edom and Flavia crossed their arms, and the latter began to speak. "It's so nice to see you again!" she beamed. "Wearin' the jacket your old mom got for you, too!" Edom chimed in too, his deep voice rumbling like a landslide but full of enthusiasm. "So this is the place, huh? Real fancy, sittin' up on a cliff. What're those lights up in the tower?" Abel released a noise somewhere between an embarrassed grunt and a chuckle. He didn't know who to respond to, so he went in order. "Yeah, thanks. I wear it almost everywhere, actually. You better not tell anyone that my mom got it for me...and I dunno what the lights are. There's really cool at night. Uh, how was the flight?" A shudder issued from Abel's mom that he felt might have been a bit exaggerated. "Oh, my goodness. When we first started risin' up off the ground, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." "Drama queen!" Edom nudged his wife jokingly before turning back to Abel. "Heh, I was a little rocky myself at first. Once we got underway, we were fine. And the view! Just like lookin' at a map." He clapped his hands together. "So! We just gonna stand here by the docks like a bunch of bumpkins? Show us around. Or, more to the point, show us to the eatery. Ships stopped servin' peanuts last quarter, apparently." Charged with his duty, Abel spun around to lead his folks into Beacon -=-=- A few minutes later, the blue-wearing spearman appeared at the racing grounds, this time with his parents in tow. No historical buff or trivia enthusiast, he hadn't taken the time to offer tidbits about every little facet of the facility they came across, but the trip took longer than his last one anyway. By now, quite a few were assembled; Abel got the impression that the event would begin in only a few minutes. Luckily, that left plenty of time for crepes and Shiny D. After visiting the food tables, the Fulgurates found a spot at the back of the seating area to situate themselves.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "Dad, no, please. DAD! DAD!" a female voice shouted, grabbing Kuhaku from his dream and jerking him back to reality. Eyes slowly opening, his white ears twitched and swiveled searching for the source of the shouting that woke him up. Carefully, he sat up in his hospital bed. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. Looking at his hands, he sat there in silence wondering if he just imagined the shouting. How long had he been sleeping for? "NO!" the same voice from earlier screamed, startling Kuhaku and making him jump. He definitely didn't imagine the voice. There was a ruckus, a short commotion. Was someone hurt? What was going on? Remaining still, he listened carefully. Someone was crying. Looking at the medical equipment he was connected to, he moved quickly. He pulled out the IV drip, removed the oxygen mask from his face, the heart rate monitor, and anything else he was attached to. As the heart rate monitor flatlined and droned on after being disconnected from him, he pulled it closer and switched it off. Grabbing onto the sides of the medical bed, he swung his legs from underneath the blankets and stood. Wincing, his muscles ached and his bones groaned at him. But, he was okay. More importantly, someone in the infirmary with him seemed to be in distress. Throwing open his privacy curtains, he used his hearing to pinpoint the source of the crying. As he stood in front of the patient's privacy curtain, he spoke up and announced himself. It was only polite. "H-...Hello? Hey, are you alright? Is everything okay in there? I heard some shouting and crying and I wanted to come check up on you. Is it alright if I come in?" He reached in and parted the curtains just ever so slightly, just enough to poke one white tiger ear in along with his tail. It was his odd way of showing who he was to test the waters incase it was someone who knew him or he knew.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Victor was more tired than he had felt in a long time. He was bruised and battered, his left eye throbbing, a bandaged cut on his left forearm and his right leg supporting all his weight. Despite all that he had a grin on his face. I won, that cat lady got me good with her tail, but I'm standing here! Victorious!. Hearing the yell of "Kaput!" Victor looked over and saw three angry faces glaring back. Well they are already angry... no harm in a bit of taunting Waving back at the angry trio, Victor blew a kiss in their direction. While making a 'call me' hand with his prosthetic Victor yelled "Robo-Kitten! Call me! We can discuss maintenance tips!" turning his attention back to the professor he heard that Rayna would be the leader of the newly christened Jormungandr. It makes sense that I'm not the leader, I currently lack the qualities a leader needs, although I do have an iron fist. Chuckling at his own joke, Victor looked out the corner of his eyes and smiled "I'll be sure to learn everything I can from you Miss Rayna. Please show me what makes a good leader" I'll need to know if I'm going take back my place at home</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary The sound of footsteps caused Sapphire to freeze. Her heart jumped into her throat. How could she have been so stupid? Of course there were other people in this ward or by the sound of the footstep one other person. The racket she'd made getting up must have been enough to wake the dead. Sapphire had just assumed everyone would be at the presentation of teams ceremony. At the thought she inwardly groaned. Her own performance had been a spectacular failure. If that had been a real combat situation without the protection of the school she and those other three fighters would all be dead. Sapphire quickly straightened her clothes, and dried her eyes on her sleeve. It would be apparent to anyone from her red puffy eyes that she'd been crying but it didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. She looked around her little space which until very recently had been neat and orderly. Now the blankets crumpled on the floor, her heart monitor was flat lining quietly in the background and the needle was slowly dripping IV solution on the floor. Sapphire stood slowly to avoid disturbing her broken rib. It had been expertly set already and more than likely would be heal within a week or two but it was best she didn't make it worse. Sapphire shook out her hair, made one last futile attempt to dry her eyes and walked closer with a little bit of difficulty due to the many bumps and bruises she was currently sporting, to the curtain's parting seam. Just as she reached it whoever was on the other side began to speak asking permission to come in. Then the curtain parted ever so slightly revealing one white tiger ear and a similarly white tail. Sapphire groaned none too quietly. It was the Faunus who'd nearly gotten her killed when the tunnel of collapsing. Of course he'd be here too he'd also had a tunnel dropped on his head. Sapphire took hold of the curtain and swung it back with force not really caring if it whipped the Faunus or not. Now despite what her father had tried to teach her Sapphire had never seen a distinct difference between the Faunus and the regular humans, the distinction between human and faunus were effectively skin deep no matter how unusual that skin appeared. However Sapphire preferred keeping her own company which inevitably meant scaring or pissing off some of the world's more friendly inhabitants. With humans she usually had to find a sore point to prod at. It often escalated into a fight but after that the person didn't bother Sapphire again. With Faunus it was much easier. Most of them seemed to have at least some societal issues regarding being part animal and if Sapphire mocked it long enough they generally left her alone. "Brilliant," Sapphire said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." Sapphire decided that she wouldn't make a reference to having been crying unless he specifically mentioned it first.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku waited, hearing a groan. He worried about the lack of an immediate response. Maybe he should peek in to see if everything was alright. Just as he started to lean in a little more, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps as the curtains were thrown open rather forcefully. Startled from the sudden event, he took a step or two back and put up his paws, crouching slightly. Why he took a combative stance, he didn't fully understand. He was there to check on the well-being of someone else, not to fight. They were back at Beacon after all, they should all be allies here. Safe and sound, for the most part. Chuckling nervously, he straightened up and scratched the back of his head. A nervous tic of his. Looking at the girl with shockingly bright blue hair, he caught sight of her red and puffy eyes. She was definitely the one he heard crying. From her eyes, he glanced at her arms and saw the scars that lined them. Seeing them made him touch at his bandaged arms. He really wanted his elbow-length gloves back. "Brilliant," the lady said in a condescending and slightly bored tone, "Of all the infirmaries of all the schools in all the world and you had to be assigned to mine. Hope your happy fuzzball, we missed the ceremony cause of you." "Fuzzball? Well, that's a little unnecessary." He frowned at that remark. He'd heard worse 'insults', if you could even call it that. But, he quickly shook off the comment and brightly smiled. She seemed to recognize and know him. His tail swayed energetically behind him. Though, she seemed to have a negative impression of him. Did he mess up or something? "Oh, good. You're okay. I was sleeping and heard a bunch of noise. I was worried someone might've had an accident and gotten hurt." He glanced at her arms and then looked her directly in the eyes. "Oh, well...I said you're okay but you might not actually be. I...guess I should've asked if you were, haha...Uhm...Are you? I heard crying earlier and your eyes..." He stopped, not finishing his words. He figured if she were crying, she wouldn't be comfortable discussing why to a complete stranger. She probably just had a nightmare or something about her father. He waved his words away with a bandaged hand, "Ah, never mind. You're not badly hurt or anything, are you? Just wanted to make sure you didn't fall out of your bed or something like that. Oh, and sorry about earlier. It's an instinctive habit of mine." he said, referencing his combative stance whenever she threw open the curtains. He blinked, forgetting something. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Kuhaku Shiro. Nice to meet you. Should've introduced myself first." He grinned at her, presenting his hand for her to shake. "And you are?" "Wait a minute. What ceremony? He would have to ask later after friendly formalities.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson After Greyson and Daniel had said they didn't feel like exploring, Robert got distracted by a small string on the back of his hoodie. In order to grab it he had to turn his waist, but this only got it farther from his reach. So now he was spinning around in a circle trying to grab the loose string. He almost resembled a dog chasing it's tail. If anybody was listening to what Priscilla was saying, which Robert had unfortunately missed as he was too busy with the string, they probably would have been holding back laughter at the irony of the situation. He finally decided that that wasn't working and tried grabbing around the string, hoping to pull it closer so he could get it that way. It was then that he accidently activated one of his bracers and the blade cut a large hole in the hoodie. Since the hoodie was already caked with mud and dirt and already had multiple holes all from the team's test though, Robert didn't really care at this point. At this point, he decided to leave the string since the only way he'd get it now was by taking it off and he didn't feel like doing that at the moment. "Well, if you guys aren't coming then let's go, Priscilla," he said. He waited for Priscilla to finish getting ready and tried his best to ignore the conversation she was having with the guys, deciding that if he was supposed to hear it that she would have included him. He knew they were probably talking about him and since everyone was mostly buddy-buddy with each other it didn't matter what they said. When Priscilla and him finally left the room, Robert said, "I hope the lines aren't too long for food. Food would be nice. Food is good." He was silent for a few moments then asked, "What do you think they'll have to eat?"</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery As she finished putting on her lipstick, she turned back to the boys, seeing Daniel heading to bed and Greyson not wanting to come and then there was Robert... the one playing with a string, acting like she didn't notice but she did. Cute. He was like a lost puppy trying to grab it's tail but instead this was a string. Priscilla looked at the boys who were staying waiving at them. "Alright. See you guys in a bit. I will bring you food, because you guys may be hungry and stuff." she nodded now heading out with Robert by her side. Priscilla randomly giggled and playfully pushed Robert with her shoulder. "So, you are some kind of doggy now trying to grab your tail? Becauseeeeee." she looked behind Robert and then to his buttocks, no tail. "You have no tail." she finished her sentence now laughing. "Ooooh." Priscilla sighed smiling and looking around as they walked. "Mmm! Yes, food is important so we must go and find some food. I am rather hungry though too. It's sad that the others didn't want to come, but oh well. Just you and me, then." smiling at Robert she locked her left arm with his arm, as they walked! "Off we go!" Hopefully there won't be that much of people in the line by the time they get there. "Oooh. I wonder what type of food they will have. Hopefully hamburger..!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega i didn't want to be the third wheel in their time together anyways' Greyson thought as he went and got a change of cloths "if you need me ill be bathing" Greyson told Daniel as he walked into the bathroom and starting the tub so he can relax. Ever since his youth a bath has always relaxed him even if he was in pain a bath was going to melt it all away. Once the tub was finally filled Greyson gently went into the hot bath and sighed loudly once he was submerged in it relaxing his aching muscles from that giant fight. Greyson would take Pricilla away later for their own time alone once he got the chance. Right now Greyson was thinking of different formations and battle plans for them for when they would be put into another fight and sometimes his mind would wonder to thinking what it would be like to officially be dating that bubble headed girl Pricilla...nothing but good thoughts on his mind</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro She gave him an incredulous look after he finished speaking. Another moment of uneasy silence between them. He had the feeling he said or did something wrong, again. "Uh...Did I say something wrong? Heh.." At that moment, his ears and tail perked up. Detecting approaching footsteps at the entrance to the infirmary. He didn't expect what came next as the door was practically thrown open, causing him to whirl in place and take a combative stance. Ears pinned back, tail straight and erect, he squatted low and his stubby black claws stabbed through the bandages on his arms. Seeing the large, hulking frame of another stranger come through the door caused him to stop and shrink a little. The young man stopped in the door frame, wide eyes flitting from him and Ms. Rode as if he had walked into the wrong room at the wrong time. "...hey there," the large young man said after a few moments of silence. He came into the room, leaving the door open behind him. "Good to, uh, see you guys are okay." "Does he know me too?..." Kuhaku cleared his throat and straightened up, forcing himself to relax. His claws retracted and tail resumed its agitated swaying. He didn't know why he was so jumpy. He chalked it up to his frayed nerves. "Oh yeah," Ms. Rode spoke up in response to the newcomer. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We're sooooo totally fine right now." she practically spat at him, venom etched into her words. "Furball? he frowned. Again with the unnecessary remarks. Kuhaku quietly sniffed at the air. He got the feeling that her wounds were deeper than what she had mentioned. Deeper underlying scars. Maybe he pushed it too far by trying to interact with her. He would leave her be and give her deserved space. She didn't seem to be very happy with the whole situation as it stood, much less very friendly. During his youth, he learned it prudent to leave those kinds of people alone until they decided to come out of their shell. Whenever that may be, if at all. Maybe it would be something that could only come with time. "Right then," the young man spat in return, circling them and taking a seat in a chair. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." he ended. Kuhaku's frame shrunk a little as he looked from Ms. Rode to this stranger. There was a lot of bad blood going on here and it made him visibly uncomfortable. It was hard for him to make sense of anything that was going on. It was hard for him to remain positive. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode." a booming voice said as a heavily armored...thing stepped into the room from a freakin' open window. Kuhaku nearly had a heart attack and bolted from the room, but froze in his tracks. "WHOA! What the hell is...WAY BIG!" he slowly inched towards the nearest wall, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. If he wasn't uncomfortable before, he sure as hell was now. Looking from the armored person to the other large stranger, he felt horribly small. He didn't like people or things that were larger than him. It made him feel subconscious of his svelte, feminine body. He had seen and known other Tiger Faunus and they were fortunate enough to be gifted with bulky, muscular bodies. He hadn't been as lucky when he was born, sad to say. Though, he was equally as strong and fast if not faster than his counterparts. He was tall, for sure. 5'11. Though not stick thin at 180 Ibs of solid, lean muscle. He just wished his body would allow him to be more 'beefy'. He watched the armored stranger with wary eyes as he walked about, placing flowers in a vase and opening a box to reveal...a cake. Eyes and ears perking up, this stranger came bearing gifts. He started to slowly relax and wandered a few steps closer, away from the wall. The armored stranger moved about, rustling around for utensils as he then began to cut the cake he brought. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." He said as he handed the other stranger a slice of cake. "Fulgurate? Is that his name?" he looked at the seated stranger. "Wait, how does he know my first name? Damn it, does he know me too?" his face slowly sagged into one of intense, hidden sorrow. At that moment, the large armored whatever-he-was, approached him and handed him a slice of cake. Reaching out for it, he looked up at the moving suit of armor and back at the cake. "For me?" his eyes asked. The suit of armor then smiled at him, and he reciprocated it in kind. His face immediately brightening. He determined this creature to be friendly and graciously accepted the cake. "Thank you." he was grateful. However long he was out for, he was sure as hell starving by now. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." he motioned towards Kuhaku's mostly bandaged arms. Blinking, he looked at the site of the IV and looked up, grinning and ruffling his white fur (hair) in response. The moving suit of armor then walked over to Ms. Rode and handed her a slice. "He called me 'partner'..." he mulled over that comment for a while. As he returned to his hospital bed to plop his behind onto it, he curled his legs underneath him indian-style and took a bite of the cake. His ears and tail perked up, it was delicious. Swallowing the bite, he looked at everyone in the room and wondered with bright eyes as he posed his next question. "I'm sorry everyone, but...Do I know all of you? Do all of you know me?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Watching Merlin burn through the math problems was definitely a spectacle to be seen. He burned through every practice problem and example problem there was in the packet inside the packet within the first 10 minutes of class. These were nothing compared to all the calculations he had to make while he was working at the casino. Almost as soon as he finished the last page with problems on it, he began to take a nap. The battle the class before had worn him out, and he proceeded to sleep until the end of class bell rang. When Merlin finally got the dining hall, he made a bee line toward the chicken sandwiches. He had already grown a large appetite right after the sparring match with Ivan and it only grew from then on. It had gotten to a such a point that, right in the middle of history, Merlin's stomach gave a very audible growl. He picked up nine chicken sandwiches, a large heap of curly fries, and three cartons of milk. The employee at the end of the bar gave Merlin an odd look after sizing up the amount of food he had and comparing it to is body size. Merlin didn't pay any mind to him as he paid for his food and walked away. Finding a seat wasn't too difficult. Merlin walked by Ivan and gave a quick "Sup." before continuing his search for a seat. He decided to take a seat right across from Geni who had made a replying to a boy who had made a comment about the math class earlier. "I see fighting more of an art than a science. I do see the relevance in treating it from more of an analytic point of view though." He said with a smile, "Good show during you match today, Geni." Merlin then looked down at his mountain of food and began the feast.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The math class was agonizing. With her head still throbbing from whatever it was her opponent... made her do to herself she guessed... trying to process what the professor said was a nightmare. The fact that Diamond never even went to school and what little she knew of sciences she learned herself didn't help at all. The history class wasn't much better, but at least the speeding weirdo in front of the blackboard was ready for them to be indisposed for one reason or the other. At least her head stopped pounding by that time. As the last of the morning classes came to an end, the thug was looking forward to some food. The disappointment at the selection of meals was blatantly obvious from the pout on her face. The closest it got to meat was chicken sandwich, and the wine to go with it she could only imagine. Grabbing two of the sandwiches and piling the rest of the plate full of the fries before finding herself an empty seat. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Oswald dropped, and Diamond grunted with a nod. "Never needed it, never heard of it." she summed up her own education, "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." she jabbed.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi The next class was math, something Ineko somewhat enjoyed. The mildly strange Professor Fullbuster had given them work packets, during the lecture Ineko blazed through the packet. Perhaps the Professor had intended some of it to be homework, or some of it classwork, nevertheless he finished most of the entire packet in the length of the class. Most of it was elementary for him. The next class, history, was something Ineko was interested in, but had never before really delved into the subject. Ineko believed that it was Professor Oobleck teaching. He thought it strange that a man would have the name of a non-Newtonian fluid, but dismissed the thought once he began the lesson. Ineko paid extra attention to the lecture. Then it was lunch, solving one mild annoyance, his hunger. He stood in line and picked up a tray, going through the bars he got a couple of things. Two chicken sandwiches, the bowtie pasta didn't look particularly appetizing, a dish of macaroni and two dishes of fries, and a glass of water as a drink. After paying for the lunch, he sent out a drone to look for a place to sit. The drone quickly found two members of Team SIII, sitting at a table. The drone landed on the table, where Ineko would sit, and a short moment later Ineko himself arrived, put the tray down on the table and sat down. "Ivan. Indigo." Ineko greeted, one of these days someone is going to mess up the names he thought to himself. Ineko took off his helmet and gently set it down next to his tray, he took apart the sandwiches and added some fries in the sandwiches before reassembling them. He took a sip of water and began to eat one of his sandwiches. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He said between bites, ignoring the scrapes and grime on his own armor. He would clean it later.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel watched the other fights progress, making notes in his mind about how the others fight. If there was anything he paid attention in, it was in fighting. Mokuren and Diamond's fight was interesting, if a bit fast. Robert and Abel, ehh. In fact, a lot of people's fights were just ehh. Priscilla's fight proved to be stupid, yet a bit entertaining at the same time, especially when she was flipped upside down. Finally, the matches were over, and it was time to move on to other classes. Math, UUGGGGGHHHH. Boring. That was not what Daniel signed up for when he wanted to become a Hunter. History, ehh, at least it was more entertaining than Math. The teacher there was pretty interesting too, especially with the way he zipped around the class so quickly. Then it was lunch time. Grabbing a sandwich, some apple slices, and some apple juice, he then paid for the lunch and moved on to sit with his team. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he chewed for a second before asking, "So, not bad for the first day, eh?" He then swallowed his food and took another bite.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro All of his enthusiasm and energy had died. Or rather it was grabbed by its throat, choke-slammed onto the ground and then viciously executed by way of a bullet to the head. When the first period bell had sounded, Shiro was quickly and harshly reminded that Beacon Academy was still a place of learning. Not only were promising and great future Hunters/Huntresses trained here, they were afforded the best education that Vale could offer. It was still a school, after all. Shiro's ears flattened against his head and his tail lazily swept at his feet as he sat in Math class, staring at the packet of mathematical problems/equations in front of him with a forlorn look. Looking up at the sleeping teacher and the room around him, Shiro sighed heavily and slowly opened the packet. As a child, he never had a formal education. What they taught him at the orphanage was basic at best. It was only at Signal that he received a better education but even still, he struggled. It wasn't to say that Shiro wasn't bright and smart, it was more so that he was lazy and disliked complex/critical thinking. It made his head hurt. Sure, math was important, but how did math seriously apply in real life beyond basic arithmetic? As he slowly worked on what he did know, skipping over what he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask... In what deity's name did someone think combining the letters from the alphabet with numbers was a good idea?! At least, History was easier on him. It helped more so that the eccentric teacher seemed to inject a bit of his hyperactive zippiness back into Shiro's spirits. Chin resting on his gloved fists, Shiro tried his best to pay attention. Though some parts were definitely interesting, he again failed to see how having history lessons would aid them in combating the Grimm. As the slide show presentation continued on, Shiro couldn't help but nearly plant his face into his desk, as for some inexplicable reason he grew dreadfully tired. For the rest of the period he remained under the radar of the teacher and softly snoozed, drooling a bit as he dozed the history period away.. Thankfully, he had already made it through the first half of the first day and was granted a brief reprieve from the daily grind of school life. It wasn't much different from Signal after all, just a new place with new faces. As he waited in line, he saw what the cafeteria was offering and his spirits were crushed yet again. Most everything was some kind of starch/grain, vegetable, or fruit. Blech. He recoiled at the sight of them. The only meat they had were the chicken sandwiches, and they even had white milk. Wishing his first meal at Beacon would be a bit grander, he half-heartedly grabbed what was allowed to him. In all honesty, he wanted to pile as much food as he could onto his plate but the cafeteria workers seemed to frown at the idea. He was a bit jealous when a few of the other bolder students muscled their way through the line and grabbed whatever they wanted without a care in the world. He wanted to do the same, but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair. With just a plain tray of chicken sandwiches and milk, he made his way to a free table and took his seat. Setting his tray down, he looked around for his teammates. Too many sounds, scents, and people moving about for him to locate them. Though, as large as Gren and Abel were it shouldn't be too hard to pick them out in a crowd. Shrugging, he decided to start eating without them. Removing the pieces of chicken from between the slices of bread, he clasped his hands together once done. Thanking everyone who were responsible in getting the food he was about to eat to him, he picked up his utensils. Oddly enough, though he was starving at this point, he neatly ate his meal with peculiarly impeccable table manners. As he ate, his golden eyes roamed around hoping to catch a glimpse of the Fox Faunus ladies.. Oh right, he had to do maintenance on his weapons whenever he got the chance. His mind then went down the list of what was required of him to make sure his gear was in top working order. If he had more free time, then maybe he would hit up the gym. That is, if he wasn't too beaten down and exhausted with homework and assignments.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren arrived in the dinning hall looking much better than after his fight. His armor was repaired and he had his hand again, though he notably was wearing a different glove. He had to hasten his recovery since he had classes shortly after his matches, math and history respectfully. He had no comment about them. He actually liked math and did fairly well with it, and even history was nice to learn, though he admittedly have very little use for it. Sure he should learn the mistakes of others in the past to make sure he doesn't reenact them, but world history wasn't really something he felt was relevant. And frankly, something he'd rather not be a part of. As Gren walked through the dinning hall he didn't go through the lunch line. He actually had another box with him, the one that he took to the Infirmary yesterday. Not the cake one, but the other one he brought but couldn't break out due to Shiro fleeing the infirmary. He had hoped that everyone could eat together but when he entered he saw Shiro eating alone. He figured that perhaps Abel was still in the line and Sapphire had to recover at the infirmary but it wasn't long before Gren found her as well, eating at the table of another group. Was she being sociable or leaving Shiro alone on purpose? Perhaps it would be better not to think too much about, but Gren wasn't really one to willfully chose ignorance. Sapphire would be responsible for her own relations he supposed. If she wants to befriend others outside of her team that that was her prerogative. Gren walked up to Shiro and waved at him. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Then Gren opened the box to reveal what he had brought yesterday; a miniature propane grill and cubed steaks. There was at least three pounds of the steaks in a sealed bag where they have been marinating since yesterday. Gren also brought some vegetables such as green beans, carrots, and beansprouts. Well the beansprouts were for him. He just ate them strait from the bag, throwing a few on the grill. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?"</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius' eyes widened a bit as the tendrils of shadow wrapped around his neck, taking away his ability to breath. He ignored it, letting himself stay calm while his lungs cried out slightly in protest. He inhaled a bit of fresh air once she let go, frowning slightly. "You know, Diamond. I was going to buy extras. For the team. You know, being nice and all. Buuut, I don't really take kindly to weird shadows trying to steal my precious oxygen." A stern glare was given at the girl, but it softened into a smile. "But with those puppy-dog eyes, I guess I could reconsider." He made a face of slight disgust. "And as you said, I also came here to take out Grimm. Sure, combat classes are fun and all, but that Jack character was just plain cheating." He stabbed the fork violently into the macaroni over and over again. "Too fast for even a Hunter, I tell you. You people and your manipulation of reality," he said as he waved his fingers in a spooky manner. He raised the fork up again, a bit curious. "What all can you do with those shadows? Other than trying to suffocate me to death, of course."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro As Shiro ate his meal in silence, his eyes had a slightly glazed look to them. Not exactly paying attention to his surroundings as he stared blankly at the table in front of him. This was a common look he had whenever he stared off into space and started day dreaming. Only, in this case, he wasn't. He was intensely focused on how he could alter, improve, and upgrade his weapons. Carrying a cartridge belt with volatile Dust Ammunition was risky business. If he was to ever face off against an opponent smart enough to attack his ammo source, the ensuing explosion would be catastrophic. Dust isn't exactly the safest thing to use or the easiest for those who didn't know how to manipulate it. Dust-based ammunition was marginally safer and worlds easier to utilize, but can still be dangerous if misused. Contemplating how he could keep feeding Kladenets with rounds, yet remain efficient and safe, he wondered if he could possibly expand the internal magazine/speedloader in Perun. If he could quickly load his blade with Dust and keep relatively safe, he would be far more fluid in combat. Manually loading his blade wasn't hard, but it took precious seconds that he could use defending or attacking. The magazine within his shield had only just enough capacity for one rapid charge. He frowned. Most of these thoughts of how to improve his equipment and his battle style stemmed from his lackluster performance during the first period of class. While he had a blast during his match and enjoyed watching the following matches, afterward he couldn't help but feel inferior to some of his fellow students. Some of them had amazing weapons and far more powerful Semblances than he did. Looking back at his own fight with these thoughts in mind, he knew he could improve and get better. Just as his thoughts trailed off into a possible permanently inlaid Dust Crystal, such as with Abel's weapon, his nose crinkled. Sniffing at the air, he detected a faint familiar scent amidst the hundreds of others in the cafeteria. Returning to reality Shiro looked up and saw Sapphire, his team leader. She was sitting at another table with students from the other teams. Freezing in place, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I mean, it's not hard to miss Shiro. Not many others had white, silvery fur like his. Surely, she must have seen him. His expression sagged ever so slightly, his ears drooping. Sighing, he shrugged to himself. It was clear from their initial meeting that she didn't quite like him. She wasn't there to be any of their friends, just their leader. "Tch.." Shiro couldn't help but feel a bit sour at her. But, in any case she was their leader. He would've liked to continue trying to make nice and get on friendlier terms with her, but he felt he shouldn't push it any further than he already had. Rather, he wouldn't waste his energy on trying for now. It would be easier make friends with others. He would respect her and give her the distance and space she seemed to want. It was then at that moment that his ears perked up and his nose sniffed, detecting yet another familiar scent. Only this time, it was a much more welcome one. Looking up, there was no missing the giant armor-clad student that was his partner. Gren had walked up and waved at him. His spirits instantly brightening, he enthusiastically waved back and flashed a bright grin in answer. "Hello Kuhaku. Nice fight out there." Gren said as he took his seat across from him. "Beg to differ, y'big lug. I could've done much better." "Aww, come on Gren. Just call me Shiro. But, hello to you too!" he waved the name away, as if to dismiss it. "Same to you! Your fight was explosive!" He motioned and gestured with his arms mimicking an explosion. With added dramatic sound effects to go with it. "Speaking of which, how's your arm? It looked like you took quite a beating. I could've sworn that it was nearly sawed-..." Leaning over the table to get a closer look, he frowned and furrowed his brows when he saw Gren's uninjured hand. Sniffing at it, it seemed rather odd. His thoughts were cut short, interrupted by Gren's actions. Shiro watched curiously as Gren opened a box to pull out a portable grill and set it on the table. When he pulled out a sealed bag and opened it, his nostrils caught the glorious scent of something marvelous. Immediately forgetting the meal he had nearly finished in front of him, he suddenly felt hungry again. Excited, Shiro's tail began to flit back and forth. Ever so curious as to what Gren brought for lunch today. "How do you like your meat Kuhaku?" He practically jumped out of his seat as he stood up and slammed his palms on the table, eyes gleaming brightly. "Medium-Rare!" he essentially shouted. Gren had brought his own cooked lunch that was undeniably worlds better than whatever cuisine Beacon had for them. He had even brought some to share. "What a pal!" he thought. Hell, Shiro even started purring. Well, it would've been considered purring if it weren't for how deep and bass the rumbling in his chest was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan made his way over to where he had stashed his weapon after the fight, the school's absolutely massive room filled with rows and rows of rocket-propelled lockers. Leviathan was made of thick slabs of heat-resistant metal, and despite the uses it had as an impromptu club in a fight, made it nearly impossible for him to write or not simply smash anything with the solid block of dark metal resting on his forearm. People who kept their weapons on them at all times had serious paranoia issues. And most certainly those aforementioned issues with classes. Finding his own locker in short order, he pulled open to the door and began to pull on his weaponry in preparation for Armory. The girl's words had cut him deeper than he had expected. Sure, he was awesome, but it didn't matter when his own partner didn't even want the help in the first place. Ivan gritted his teeth. It wasn't Ineko's fault, of course. But he'd be dammed if it didn't seem like the half-robotic boy was actively trying to make his partner's life difficult with that sudden leaving. That only left Sapphire as the cause. The resounding sound of the bell cut through the gunslinger's anger-fueled reverie. He slammed the locker shut behind him with more force than he had intended as the resulting bang echoed around the relatively empty locker room. His ears turned a rather flattering shade of pink as Ivan grumbled something under his breath about 'bloody doors' and made a quick exit, making certain to calm himself as he approached the door to the Armory class. He'd get back at that smarmy little snot yet. Hopefully in the sparring arena. Glaring at the teacher, he nodded stiffly in their direction before he made his way toward the seating area. He grabbed one of the seats close to the front, pulling his gauntlets off to inspect the wear and damage from his fight with Merlin.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly "I got extremely lucky with my opponent, nothing more. Next time he will probably take sparring more seriously. As for the team, from what I have seen and heard I came up with some points that need emphasising. Things like 'if an attack is going too well you are running into an ambush' for example, preferably with a visceral demonstration on top to really drive the lesson home. Diamond's opponent, we do not really have much to go on. What makes you say it knocked her attack back? I couldn't really tell from the angle was watching what happened exactly. If I was forced to guess Mokuren's ability is either a forcefield of some description or akin to high voltage charge, something that knocks you out as soon as you touch her." Marcus said, then cast a sideways glance at Oswald. "Also, would have done well back home? How so?" he asked curiously. Deciding to answer Marcus and Abel at the same time, even though the bell had just rang, Oswald opened his mouth as he disposed of his refuse. "We were basically Huntsman, though I was only a junior. Worked in teams of eight to compensate for our inexperience and general lack of equipment. I'm on my way to Armory, but we can walk and talk, I don't mind. Living as far away from Vale as we did, we had to make due with what we could, and that wasn't much. My original weapon wasn't nearly as advanced as the Trepanation Blade I use now. Only reason I was allowed to actually make something like this was because I'd been accepted to Beacon." Shrugging, he continued his explanation. "Sapphire would have done well because she has skill, and she's tougher than she looks. This shield of mine has cracked Ursae skulls, but she handled it like a champ. We could've used kids like her. It was tough on a lot of the softer folks. We trained from about 12, seeing actual Grimm at about 14 or 15. Nothing crazy, usually the leftovers or the few that made it too close for comfort. Yesterday was my first injury in the field, and my first time fighting anything like a Datura. Beacon puts a lot of faith in its students, but part of that is likely because they can afford us getting hurt. Back home, an injury like this would have meant that the rest of my team was at risk every day they went out. I took the heaviest hits and came out mostly unharmed, but Sapphire works on the basis of Not Being Hit. When it comes down to it, she has the upper hand any time we go head-to-head, at least until I learn how she works. The problem with her style is that people can adapt, and a few hits will break her like any Grimm. Sorry for rambling."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Abel consoling him, Shiro's glistening eyes brightened and he managed a smile. His teammate's words having comforted him, he parked his behind next to Gren as he continued to cook in his..unconventional ways. Unfortunately, Shiro's hunger would have to wait to be satiated as the bell screeched, causing him to wince and flatten his ears against his head. The bell signaled the end of the lunch period and the start of the next class. Pulling out his Scroll, he checked his class schedule and saw that he had the Armory class next. Ears and tail perking, he looked stunned and excited all at once. "Oh! Maybe I can make adjustments to Kladenets and Perun in class! At the very least I can do some minimal maintenance!" Pocketing his Scroll, he looked at the sizzling meats Gren was still grilling. One could only feel for Shiro as his golden eyes grew sad, his lips pouted, and his ears again sagged sadly onto his head. His face spoke of only heartbreak and intense sorrow. With a heavy sigh, Shiro grabbed his tray. As swiftly as he could, he disposed of it. Not wanting to be late for this class especially, he lowered his body so that he was on all fours and bounded his way out of the cafeteria. Taking care to not run into anyone. Shooting down the hallways, he quickly visited the school's Armory [*Not the class, mind you] and looked around at the multitudes of 'Rocket Lockers'. Sniffing at the air, he quickly located his weapons and withdrew them. Sword already sheathed within his shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and rapidly scrambled to locate the Armory Class to take his seat. "Don't want to be late for this!" His eager face shifted to one of hurt and pain as his stomach still grumbled at him, unsatisfied with the paltry lunch Beacon had given him. "Man, I wish I could've had some of Gren's food..." he sighed to himself, wanting to almost cry.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode The Shelter Sapphire Rode - Airship ==> Sanctuary Someone dropped Sapphire's bag next to her and she quickly felt around for the clasp and opened it. Running her fingers over the contents till she located the medical kit. Cleaning and bandaging a wound blind was not exactly an easy task but Sapphire's pride and perhaps a touch of arrogance wouldn't allow her to ask Abel or Gren for help. Asking Shiro wasn't an option even if Sapphire was open to the idea of getting assistance. Sapphire cleaned the blood from her wound. It was not particularly deep, not deep enough to need stitches but it still bled enough to be a problem. After discarding a number of blood covered cloths Sapphire applied a cream designed to stave off infection before finally wrapping her stomach three times around. Sapphire tied it off, just slightly tighter than was comfortable to ensure that it stopped the bleeding completely. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. It took almost ten minutes before Sapphire's sight returned and when it did looking at the scene that met her gaze Sapphire was sorry for what she'd said. No, that wasn't quite right. She was sorry for when she said it and the manner in which she confronted Shiro. A public forum was not a good place for violent outbursts. It was clear from all three of her teammate's faces that it had damaged relations with her. Sapphire and Abel had never been friends, far from it but they'd had a kind of cold understanding of one another. Sapphire wouldn't have called it trust more a grudging acknowledgement that they need one another. Looking into his eyes now however Sapphire could see the rage held within him. In the stiff way he held himself and how he just avoided her eyes. Gren was harder to read. Sapphire could read human body language very easily but it was harder with faunus whose anatomy didn't match the same way. Best she could guess was that he understood her outburst but condemned her methods. That was the logical conclusion she could draw with what little she knew about him. Then there was Shiro, well he wasn't exactly difficult to read. He bore everything he was feeling in the way he held his shoulders and ears and if she was being honest he only really seemed to have four modes. Depression, he hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself as small as possible. Bubbly, he held his ears and head high and embarrassed everyone around him. Ecstasy, the inability to control his movements and the tendency to damage everything with his in reach. And finally nervousness, he'd fidget and keep very still compared to how he normally moved. In any situation this made him a liability but the way in which Sapphire had handled him had not been productive or necessary. It would have been best to start pounding these lessons into his head during training not right break his bones with them right before a mission. As it stood Sapphire's actions had fractured the team. That didn't mean that it hadn't felt damn good to do it. Those feelings had been brewing in Sapphire since the moment she met Shiro and letting them hit the surface for an instant was like a breath of fresh air. Soon as they landed the team boarded a boat which delivered them to the animal shelter on the island. After they docked Shiro bolted ahead saying he would start scouting while Abel moved away from the group to check the doors to the Sanctuary. Only Gren stayed by Sapphire's side asking for her orders. "I... I made a mistake. I was angry and I let my rage get the better of me. I'll not apologize for anything I said to Shiro but it was neither the time nor the place for such a fight. It should have waited till after the mission. Now Shiro feels he has something to prove, it will only make him more reckless and in turn more of a liability. Abel is angry which means he's not going to trust what I say and I can't imagine that you're particularly thrilled at what you saw. I'm sorry for that, for damaging our adherence to one another before the mission began but I won't take back my words to the furball." Sapphire sighed, at the best of times an apology was not exactly her forte but she needed the team together on this even if she had to sacrifice some of her pride to make it so. "If you would follow Shiro around the building, help him scout and talk to him. Tell him it wasn't his fault or there's always next time or something to make him feel better. Report anything strange. I'll go talk to Abel. I've got to live with him for the rest of my time at Beacon I might as well play nice." Sapphire left Gren to his devices and caught up to Abel who was checking the doors. "Found anything the mission report didn't mention?" she asked. Gren, Sapphire could talk to more easily than the others most likely because out of all of them he was the most like her. Shiro was too bubbly and Abel didn't understand the place that Sapphire acted from. Gren and Sapphire might not be friends but they understood each other better then Sapphire understood the others. The apology came easier talking to Gren but it wasn't something she could launch into with Abel. In fact she wasn't sure she could do it at all. Time would tell.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Outside the Dragon's Den As Antaeus' trident hit Mokuren, he suddenly felt an immense amount of pain in his head that seemed to come from utterly nowhere. For several seconds, the surprise migraine disoriented him, but not long enough that he didn't see that the girl was still up and fighting with her sword coming directly for his crotch. "Ah shit!" he shouted as he used his trident to try and block the blow. He hoped to catch the sword between the prongs of his weapon and stab it into the ground, effectively disarming Mokuren. Afterwards, he'd use a kick to send her back and give him enough distance that he could call for backup. Hopefully his plan would work, because this girl was a bigger handful than he had expected. Inside the Dragon's Den As the Dragon's Den employee up the stairs and out of the hallway that the hunters-in-training were in, the vault-like door that he had entered from was slowly closing. Already it was at the point where a person could possibly fit their fingers in to prevent it from shutting all the way, but if they waited any longer than it would soon be impossible to enter at all. It was now or never. If they were able to successfully enter, the intruders would find the door to lead to a brightly lit room, each wall jam-packed with file cabinets. In the center though was a metal table and a single foldable chair. On the table, lied several files and several stacks of paperwork detailing things like transactions, statistics, and other things an illegal gambling den would need to keep track of. The most interesting thing about the papers though, was that almost every one of them had the White Fang symbol stamped onto it or signatures of known White Fang members. It was exactly what the Vale police department would need to incriminate the "business" and bring it down. It was perfect. Perhaps a little too perfect? It would not be a surprise if the three students thought this was all an elaborate trap, because they wouldn't be far off from the truth.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon just scowled at the merchants as they tried to bother him and Skyra. He either ignored them or, when they stood in his way, he pushed right pass them. Soon a thuggish woman came over to them looking for trouble. Skyra was immediately hostile which got Ebon's eyes rolling. He looked back at the delinquent girl and noticed the chained anchors around her waist. [color=black][i]"Chains were one of the items found at the scene of the crimes."[/color][/i] Ebon also looked at the woman's friends, though none of them seemed to be carrying pipes. Not that they were hard to find. Ebon was certain he could buy some pipes around here in a pinch. "We're here on business. You aren't part of it." Ignoring the girl and Skyra if she wanted to stay and fight, Ebon continued his patrol. As far as he cared they weren't causing trouble so he had no reason to stick around and bother them. If they were wise they would keep it that way.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort Groaning as the fallen crystal came into view, Oswald sighed. "Yeah, of course that would happen." Looking around, he didn't notice any particularly obvious third option available to the convoy, so he just shrugged and accepted it when Marcus told them all to go around. The tracks went through the massive crystal, so it didn't seem like this was the exact place where the other convoys had been attacked, assuming they had all been attacked in the same location. Still, Oswald was wary. Looking out the window, Oswald touched the pommel of his sword, making sure that no strange situation had occurred where his weapon was not on him. Ensured that he was still armed, Oswald turned to Rice and frowned. "You've got a plan for when everything hits the fan, right? Or is that up to my team leader to decide?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro With an audible metallic thwack-clang the face of Perun rightly scored a direct hit on the deer Faunus' dome piece. Causing the girl's face to play on the not-so-bouncy 'trampoline' that was the solid ground underneath them all. Seeing this, Shiro gasped in concern as he slid a few feet after the delivering the blow. It wasn't his intention to so brutally attack her and potentially hurt her. Reaching out toward her as she recovered, his expression was purely apologetic. At that moment, Shiro's eyes snapped to a door that suddenly burst open to their right and another Faunus girl of some rodent nature nearly entangled herself with 'Corey'. The rodent Faunus girl locked eyes with him, Shiro lowering his outstretched hand and blinking in curiosity at the newcomer. Her less than positive reaction told him that she was potentially a 'patient' here too and that she knew the deer Faunus named 'Coral' by the way she addressed her. Shiro didn't have much time to slowly put the pieces together as Abel, looking worse for wear, lumbered through the door after the rodent girl. Shiro took a step back as his nostrils were suddenly assaulted with an unknown strong smell emanating from Abel, coated in some green ick. Wincing, Shiro held his nose as Abel mentioned how the facility could potentially loop within itself, though he didn't exactly know what he meant by that. As he glanced at Abel's arm, his eyes widened in shock but he was cut short before he could ask about the gaping wound that Abel nursed. The two Hunters refocused on the two faunus girls, now trapped between the two of them, Abel mentioned something about a message from Sapphire. Shiro looked to Abel and nodded, making a motion with his hands signalling for him to tread carefully. "I received that text too, and she's not that far off. There are faunus here that pretty much confirmed to Gren and I that they are conducting medical procedures here to somehow change them into Humans, removing their Faunus blood in some form or fashion." Shiro nodded his head at the two girls, "These two are some of the Faunus patients to be...'treated' presumably. Gren and I were working on escorting them to safety before we deal with the rest of the personnel here at the Shelter. I don't know how Gren is doing, but I chased after...'Coral' here after she ran. She was just outside the range of my Semblance, so she wasn't affected much by it. I've already used it once to subdue the other 'patients'." Stabbing Perun and Kladenets into the ground, Shiro disarmed himself and started taking slow, careful steps towards the girls. "Uh, Ms. Coral? I do apologize for having to hit you like that, I meant no harm to you by my actions. Please, my friends and I are here with the best of intentions. We just want to help you and stop you from making some irreversible mistake. We're trying to find out what's going on here and put a stop to it." He reached a gloved hand out towards the girls, palm upward for them to take. Blinking, he frowned as he struggled to find the right words to use to connect with them. He hated having to act so forcibly on innocent strangers. Sighing, he stopped and searched the ground for his answers. Shaking his head, he began to do slow breathing exercises to get himself to calm down. As he relaxed, his glowing blue eyes reverted back to their golden brown color. His black 'stripes' fading and vanishing into obscurity. Ears and tail perking, an idea clicked with him. "What unites us all as Faunus? Pain." Shiro groaned, looking at Abel as his ears sagged and tail swayed low to the ground. He despised having to spill so many of his emotions out today. Gren witnessed him telling his sob story of a past. Now Abel would have to discover something else he was uncomfortable with. "Oh, well. They would find out eventually. No big deal, right?" Shiro brought his gloved hands in to examine them. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the two faunus girls and desperately hoped this would work. Grabbing the fingers of his arm-length black gloves, he tugged them off to reveal a layer of white wrapped bandages. Slowly, he began to remove them, the cloth unraveling with relative ease. With his Shiro lifted his arms to clearly show to Abel and the girls the strange black mark that was branded on him. The ink black and irritated skin as red as if Shiro had just walked out of a tattoo shop minutes prior, it was clearly apparently Shiro was uncomfortable with showing them. He wished that they would see it as a sign of trust, a connection. "When my unconscious body was found in the burning ashes of my home village, next to the sword and shield I now use, this was discovered on my flesh. This, in addition to my Faunus blood, brought me much torment. No matter what I do, I can't get rid this...whatever this is. Someone did this to me, as if to cruelly leave a reminder of my destroyed childhood. I wanted to show you this, because as someone who knows exactly how painful it can be as a Faunus in this world...I want to let you know that it gets better and I want to show you all that. I want to help you." Desperation lined his every word, his expression pleading to them sincerely. Shiro took another few steps towards them, stretching his hand out toward them once again. "Please, come with us. Please. I don't want to have to force you all to come with me. I just don't want to see you make the same irreversible mistakes as...other Faunus have." Briefly, memories flashed into his mind's eye, of ripping and burning flesh. By some cruel twist of fate, the only visible 'scars' that marred his body were the only scars he actively tried to hide. For one reason or another, his body never allowed him to sport marks elsewhere. Quickly healing and fading as if he had never inflicted any harm by his own hand or by others. Shiro always told himself that it was because of his ability to move on and push forward. Yet, the strange marks on his arms always remained with him. The one scar that would never fade or heal, constantly burdening him with the loss of innocence. The loss of cherished memories and details of his life before his frail body was discovered in the forest that day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor. While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades. The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger. "Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months. God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this. Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Dragon's Den Back Room "Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too... "Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms. "By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane was despartly thinking of a way to find out what she wanted to know as quickly as possible. The old guy had asked them about being in trouble again, so that supported her theory of them being vandals right? While the store's name was adorable it just mean the old man probally wasn't a part of him. Thinking of how best to play her simpering role best she finally said in her airhead voice, "Oh I'm no racer though I appreciate a nice looking vehicle when I see one. I more intrested about you though, just what kind of trouble could some nice boys like you possibly get into?" Gawds if they could just confess or something already she could kick their arses. Sepia seemed to be going along with it well enough so as long as nothing unexpected happened and these guys were as stupid as they acted this should be over and done with in less than five minutes.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze--Cutting it Close As soon as Jack had slipped through, Luke's strength had all but given out. Timing seemed to have a penchant for the dramatic with this mission. Immediately bailing out from his position against the frame, he slid between the oncoming (and much faster) door and the wall, and out into freedom. Well, mostly. Door caught his trailing foot for a moment before he'd twisted and yanked it free, and he thought something might have felt something crack, but he'd take what he could get. Shaking off the potential injury as it began to repair itself, he got himself moving, feeling as though the threads of fate had been forcefully realigned by the powers that be, after some great error had passed. Forcing it out of his system, he nodded in agreement with Jack. "No way they aren't waiting for us at any of the exits, you're right." Clenching his right fist, the steely gauntlet covering it morphed (in a noticeably higher-than-normal quality animation sequence) into a drill, both a viable weapon, and more importantly, a viable tunneling option. "Know how close we are to the outside right now?" He asked his comrade, starting forward and scanning the walls for a starting point.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission Listening to Rice's nervous explanation of the plan if anything went wrong, Oswald was unsurprisingly skeptical. He decided to keep his mouth shut for the sake of whatever small amount of pride the man had left, however. He was glad that the drivers at least had a form of protection other than team MODA. Carefully watching the road ahead, Oswald's eyes widened as he saw a group of trucks turned over and covered in all sorts of damages. That was no good. Turning to Rice, he opened his door and got ready to jump out after the radios went down. "Stop the truck. We need to get the Unsubtle up here for this."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked, finding himself awkwardly caught in a moral dilemma. Looking at what he considered his 'brands' on his forearms, he examined his hands closer. Turning his bare hands over, attempting to read the lines that etched his palms in search of an answer to a question yet asked. It was rare for Shiro to lay eyes on his exposed hands and arms, as he always kept them bandaged or concealed under his long black gloves. Staring at the angry, red-and-black markings, he started to wonder. Uncomfortable thoughts and memories being dredged up from the depths of his consciousness. "A serum that targets faunus-specific cells?.." Hands starting to tremble the longer he looked at his naked flesh, Shiro swallowed dryly. Small beads of sweat forming and rolling down the side of his face. He never considered that other Faunus had species-specific issues that arose. He never realized that he was perhaps more fortunate than other Faunus. Sure, his eyes were light-sensitive, his ears weak against sounds of certain pitches and frequencies, and Gods help him if someone grabbed his tail. But, other than his visible 'animal' traits, he couldn't recall any unique problems arising from his Tiger Faunus lineage. He had been blind, more so than he ever realized. He had been 'blessed' so to speak. At that moment, the Squirrel Faunus attempted to flee but was quickly stopped by Abel. Shiro frowned at how roughly Abel seemed to handle her, but his concern ended there when his keen perception detected a presence approaching. Sharp senses suddenly flaring, his body tensed up as for a fleeting moment frozen in time, another Faunus appeared merely a few feet away from him. "Huh? When did-" He only caught a passing glimpse of the Faunus, but was able to tell that she was female and of canine-origin. A word tattooed beneath one of her eyes. As quickly as she had abruptly appeared to Shiro, she vanished. Whirling on the spot, his nostrils automatically tried to pin her scent, sniffing at the air. A strange golden aura trail left in her wake, Shiro shook his head and was woken from his quiet self-reflection. He looked at his arms as if they were something foreign, an alien part of himself. Turning, he seemed stunned to see Abel there as if only just now realizing his wounded friend was still present. Face reddening, he scooped up his bandages and gloves off of the ground and turned his back to the Faunus girls and Abel. "Abel, we've made a mistake." Shiro said as he shook his head, hastily re-wrapping his forearms. "We shouldn't be here at all. There's been some terrible misunderstanding. Contact the others and let them know, there isn't anything wrong going on here. We should withdraw as soon as we can and notify Beacon of our findings." Shiro finished tying off the ends of his now completely wrapped arms. "A-and, y-yeah. I'll stay here by myself, you go on ahead and find Sapphire. You probably have a better idea of where she might be than I do. Unless you want me to sniff you over for her scent and..." He glanced over his shoulder to look Abel over once, wrinkling his nose. "Y-...yeah, just maybe go look for her. I'll stay here with these two ladies and make sure they don't get mixed up into any other trouble we've caused here." Shiro tugged his black gloves on, flexing his fingers. Turning back around once his arms were covered again, Shiro tried to look Abel in the eye as he normally would but failed and had to constantly break eye contact by looking away. "Call whomever you need to to get us off this rock, but let's not get these innocents involved anymore than we already have. O-oh! And make sure Gren isn't on some rampaging wrecking-ball spree, y'know how trigger happy he can get sometimes when challenged.." Shiro walked over to his sword and shield and yanked them out of the ground. Sheathing his sword into the shield, he slung his weapons onto his back and pulled the hood of his black cowl over his head. Ears comedically poking into his hood, Shiro kept his back turned to the girls and Abel. "I'd make some calls myself but, I kind of broke my Scroll..Heh-heh...boneheaded mistake on my part, sorry." He scratched at his ears under his hood. Turning his head ever so slightly, he wanted to make sure Abel agreed and would leave. A sick and queasy feeling in his stomach, he fully intended on asking the girls some more questions once Abel was gone. Entertaining the ideas of some 'cure' for the Faunus, he couldn't help but be a little curious if maybe whatever medical staff here could possibly help him with his own 'ailments'... "I'll keep talking with these ladies and see if I can't find out anything else. You go on ahead. I'll be fine by myself."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - A confused Rabbit This is bad very bad was all she thought as she froze it looked like her team mates died but she was sure that Mokuren was not inside the building so It was very unlikely she was dead. "Luke if you are really alive I want you to punch me" she stated it was finally dawning on her that this might not be reality and if it wasn't she knew that it would haunt her. Letting Byakko drop and rest on her shoulder she waited either "Luke" would scream something again and punch her or stay quiet. If he stayed quiet she would know that he was dead and than she would act as of right now she was practically fighting every instinct that told her to act.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Lucas Schwarz -- Flabbergasted What did she just say? "P-" "Punch you?!" he repeated dumbfoundedly, skidding to a halt not halfway from Morgan. Looking at his teammate as though she'd grown three heads, he turned halfway towards her, keeping the enemy still in his peripheral vision. "Are you sure?" He asked, preemptively deactivating one of his gauntlets. Didn't he have a Lieutenant to be punching instead? What could possibly-- Wait. It all dawned on him at once, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. The simple beauty of Ciel's plan! An actual masterstroke, even under such confusing trials! And yet also so simple, he was kicking himself for not thinking of it already. The order relied on exploiting the key differences in the illusions she was perceiving, and reality. What the illusion was causing her to perceive was that he was dead, which was simple enough. The Caster herself had clued him into that. However, that perception was brought into question by his own outburst moments later, a direct contradiction to Morgan's intentions. What she had perceived as reality had suddenly turned into one big question mark. Now, ordering his "dead" body to move-- what would in normal circumstances be a sad display of an unwillingness to accept his death would actually serve as the turning point as to whether or not they broke through the tinted lens placed over Ciel's eyes. That is, it put Morgan into a lose-lose situation. Illusions were only that. Illusions. They had no weight nor mass behind them, so if his "stand-in" complied with the order, she would be punched by nothing but air, especially something that had just been assumedly shown to be dead. Enough for anyone to catch on. Now, if I myself were to run in and punch her, whatever I appear to be is now speaking with my voice and is following orders directed at me flawlessly. It can also punch her just like I can, thus proving that the illusory me is in fact, neither dead nor real, along with adding a jolt of pain to her nervous system. Proving the illusion wrong and adding a jolting, sudden stimulus to the nervous system, forcing it to break concentration. A combination that will always shatter a misguided perception of reality. In other words, the jig is up no matter what happens. "All right. Sorry, but you asked for it, Ciel! Here I come!" he shouted, sprinting towards her as if she'd taken his lunch money. Cocking that same unarmored fist back, he thanked her for placing such trust in him during desperate times... And uncorked a half-powered punch straight into her bellybutton. Not hard enough to severely hurt her, but just enough for her to feel it, without any doubt. He grimaced as he felt it connect. Again, she asked for it. But that didn't make having to "turn on" a teammate the most enjoyable of prospects. Sorry.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "Well I don't actually have a team yet..." Emmy scratched the back of her head, fidgeting. "I just transfered from Haven, I always wanted to go to Beacon see, but I couldn't afford to actually get here...but the student exchange program took care of that!" She gave a thumbs up along with a big grin on her face. "Ozpin said he'd find me a team in the next day or two, so no worries there!" "But enough about me! What about you? What is your team like? What is your semblance? What weapons do you use? How was your mission? Was it full of danger!? Was it scary!? Did you beat up Grimm and bad guys!? Did you remember to brush your teeth afterwards!? Huh?!?" Emmy shot whatever questions she could think of as fast as her mouth could handle, which was actually quite a lot.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra Dawn, Patrol Mission Skyra threw both girls a quick smirk. "Good girl.", she exclaimed nodding and then proceeded to follow Ebon who already was a couple of yards ahead of her. After the girls were out of view, Skyra sighed. Once more she successfully avoided killing somebody without being hurt herself. She definitely counted this as an achievement worth striving for. Not much later, the Horn of Plenty made itself known to Skyra's nose. She absolutely hated that place. Not because of the commotion or anything, no. It was the crazy amount of smells that bothered her. One or two different meals would be bearable, but not this many. A quick guess trying to differentiate between different odours brought up at least ten to fifteen completely different meals, all of those biting each other. She saw the police band long before the police spotted the two hunters. Burglary, eh? Doesn't seem that special from here. She retracted that thought as soon as the police officer contacted them. "Aye. What seems to be the problem, sir?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate A raised eyebrow greeted Robert's request. Out of everything, he wanted to focus on the ferret? The scruffy little critter and its single-track mind hadn't made much of an impression on Abel, but he couldn't help but admit that the horrible thing was at least adorably horrible. It would be a little while before anyone could stand it enough to figure out its true potential, and was therefore a perfect fit for Shiro. That, the guardian mused, or it was simply a mindless animal with special abilities. Yikes—unfortunate implications indeed, if he'd have been shortsighted enough to say it aloud. "Well, it's small, and mostly gray. It's got dark coloring around its eyes, so it looks like it's wearing a superhero mask. Its teeth stick out slightly, and it's kinda ragged. Definitely not as sleek as normal ferrets. But it's just as stretchy, like most are. You ever hold one? They're like furry slinkies. This one had a lot of aura, even had a semblance. He could speak into our brains, but he's as dumb as any other ferret, so all it said was 'food' and 'fun'. Shiro loved him, named him Scoot 'cause when he moves around on the ground it looks like he's sliding, I guess. Sapph hates him though, because he's nice." Abel noticed that he'd transitioned to calling Scoot 'he' rather than 'it' halfway through his explanation. Was the critter growing on him already? Abel shrugged. As long as it didn't nip him, he supposed he could pet it now and again.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro lowered his hand as he tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow. "You're a transfer student from Haven? Oh, cool. What's Haven l-" Before Shiro could finish his question, Emmy went fully-automatic with a slew of rapid-fire questions. With each question she asked, his smile broke out into a wider and wider growing grin as his eyes began to practically sparkle with bursting stars. "This gal can definitely be my friend." Motivated by her enthusiasm and energy, he could feel his own feverish energy levels rising as well. Leaning in, he answered her questions in no particular order but with the same talkative speed and ardor. "Oh, like I said I'm with Team Swansong. I have two other teammates Abel and Gren who are pretty swell guys! Abel has this lightning Semblance and Gren, who is a Boar Faunus, has this 'sticky' Semblance. Our team leader is Sapphire and she...Well, enough about her. I have a sword and shield that combine into giant axe! My mission- Well, some parts were pretty fun! Pretty dangerous but exciting! I did beat up...something." He looked away and scratched at his head, unsure of how to categorize the massive lizard he and his other friends fought against. Cocking an eyebrow, he couldn't help but break out into laughter at her dental hygiene question. "Ha ha! No, I didn't brush my teeth afterward! I don't know why that would be a thing. But, my Semblance is pretty cool too, want to see?!" Leaping up onto the cafeteria table, Shiro stood and began to slowly suck in a large volume of air. As he did, his golden-brown eyes 'froze' over and took on their glowing icy-blue hue. Black streaks 'burned' onto parts of his hair, face, and tail. Lungs filled to capacity, he was just about to unleash the full force of his Semblance's ability but stopped and held his breath. Looking 'round the cafeteria, he slowly exhaled as his chest deflated. Though the dining hall was sparsely populated, he was certain that it wasn't very wise to just suddenly unleash his power upon the few poor unsuspecting students that were eating. Not to mention the faculty and his team leader wouldn't like hearing about this. Nervously laughing, he hopped off of the cafeteria table and took his seat. Scratching his head again, he figured that somewhere else at some other time would be better to show off. "Uh, sorry. Maybe I can show you later outside or something." As he calmed down and pulled himself back, he posed some of the same questions back to Emmy. "What about you? What was Haven like? What are your weapons and Semblance?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Infirmary Robert quietly listened to Abel without interrupting him. When Abel mentioned that Scoot had a semblance, he eyed the guardian quizzically. After he finished speaking, Robert replied with a few qustions, "Wait he has a semblance? Animals can have semblances? How long has this been a thing?" The next question he asked was at a barely audible whisper since he was more asking himself than Abel, "How can an animal have a semblance but I've got nothing?" Suddenly Robert got an idea in his head. He looked over at Greyson who still lay quietly on the infirmary bed. He certainly wasn't going anywhere, and now that Robert thought about it, he didn't want to be here when the awkward topic of Greyson's confession from today's mission was brought up. Turning back to Abel he asked one final question, "Mind if I see it? I've never seen a ferret before, especially one with a semblance." Ciel and Luke vs Morgan "Nooooooo!" Morgan screamed after Ciel told Luke her plan. She had gotten cocky and arrogant, now everything was about to come apart because of that. All Morgan could do now was try to keep the illusion up as long as possible, causing Ciel to see a large Ursa Major curl its paw into a fist and try to punch her in the chest. The illusion broke on impact and everything returned to normal. Morgan watched in shock as she realized the odds of her defeating these two Beacon students on her own. She threw her arms in the air and shouted, "I surrender! Please don't hurt me!"</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson sighed softly as he laid on the bed just listening to the conversation as it went on. Greyson didn't talk just waiting for Pricilla and Robert to say something about his confession on the mission. Greyson turned to Daniel who was in the bed next to him, Daniel wasn't going to go anywhere so he might as well talk to him. "Daniel lets not talk about Pricilla and Robert and lets just play cards" Greyson said as he got a pack of cards from the desk nearby and shuffled them as he gave him half the deck so they could play.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Looking up around him as his ears and tail fluttered up along with his silvery mop of hair and clothing, he couldn't help but smile in awe and laugh as Scoot had to cling to the edge of his cowl to prevent from flying off. The wind roaring in his ears, the volume of Shiro's voice raised as Emmy utilized her Semblance's ability. "Wow, so you can manipulate the forces of wind? That's pretty neat! Are your weapons checked into the Armory? I would love to see them! Tell you what, you show me yours and I'll show you mine along with sharing my Semblance with you!" Closing one eye, his vision was drawn to where Emerald had sat a couple tables away. The students gathered there must've been friends that may have transferred from Haven with her. His ear twitched and swiveled, his hearing picked up some voices. One of the students seemed to have said something to them but over the howling of Emmy's Semblance, he couldn't make out exactly what was being said. As he was about to question Emerald about her fellow transfer students, Gren arrived which caused him to break out in a wide grin. Waving enthusiastically, Shiro practically shouted at his comrade. "Hey, Gren! This is Emerald! She's a transfer student from Haven! She was showing me her Semblance! I like her! She's my new friend!" Prior to waving at his teammate, Shiro had subconsciously grabbed onto the cafeteria table to keep him and Scoot grounded. Without realizing it until it was too late, he had used the very same hand to wave at Gren. Big mistake. "Oh, wait." Liftoff. Whatever the details of Emerald's Semblance may have been, the powerful swirling winds had gathered enough energy and force to pick up the approximately 175 Ib Tiger-boy and lifted him straight up into the airspace above the tables. Instead of horror, Shiro could only erupt in an infectious fit of bubbly laughter. Fully enjoying himself, he looked around at the few other students in the dining hall as his eyes scanned all over. "Wow, look at how high we are Scoot!" He turned to the ferret still desperately holding on to dear life. "Isn't this..." The winds had moved him out of its local range. "F-..fun?" The tiger boy and ferret looked down and then at each other. Scoot took this brief moment frozen in time to hurriedly scurry into Shiro's clothing. Then, Shiro dropped. His body right above the table belonging to the students presumably from Haven. Correcting himself as he suddenly fell back to the earth, Shiro landed crouched over on all fours with a loud crash. As the dust, food and utensils settled, now came the wide-eyed expression of shock. Whatever food or object was underneath him as he landed, he was sure to have violently disrupted. Blinking, he was staring right into the face of female transfer student that chillingly reminded him of Sapphire. She didn't look like a very happy person either. For a few tense seconds, he just stayed there. No one saying or doing a thing as Shiro remained completely still. Swallowing dryly, he broke out into a cold sweat. Without even really meaning to, no fault of his own or anyone's, Shiro found himself in yet another embarrassing situation. In front of new, potential friends no less! Nervously chuckling, he knew he was in trouble. "Heh-heh...Uhh...Hi? OKAYBYE." Not wanting to get snatched up by Gren, Shiro lunged off of the table and made a mad dash towards the exit. As he bolted past everyone, leaping from table to table, he yelled back towards Emmy. "IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU! I'LL MEET YOU OUT IN THE GARDENS TO HANG OUT SOME MORE!" In this instance, Shiro's 'flight' instinct kicked in. A silvery-white blur as he sprinted out of the cafeteria, all that was on his mind was to get as far away from the cafeteria as quickly as possible. "HANG ON SCOOT! WE'VE GOTTA GO, FAST!" Scoot's raggedy muzzle poked out of Shiro's shirt. "Fun!" Scoot declared. Shiro sighed as he tore up ground. "Man! I didn't even get to eat that much!"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Two of Ebon's R-Types got blown away by the explosion, one from Squad 1 and one from Squad 2. He wasn't too perturbed and considered it a success that the rest managed to get out unscathed. Gren closed the distance startlingly fast for someone his size but Ebon was ready for it. When Gren's weapon hit Ebon's shield he swung it to the side to parry Gren. Then, gripping one of the extra handles behind The Kingdom, Ebon slammed the corner of the shield right at Gren. Mean while the R-types rallied together to maximize their firing power. Squad 3 split to replace the R-types lost from Squad 1 and 2 and continued to do their original purpose. Squad 1 flew in perpendicular of Ebon to bombard Gren with bullets. Squad 2 was starting to climb high into the air. When they would start to decent, they'd charge their shot so they could dive bomb Gren.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra returned to the gym main hall. "So where should we..." Her ears flattened to her head and tears welled up in her eyes. Figures... every time I meet somebody who I might befriend they leave... She turned around towards the wall and wiped away every sign of sadness. She couldn't be weak in public. She was a strong member of the Blue Fang, a peaceful Faunus rights group, who had been in conflict with the White Fang since their turn for violence. She strut through the gym, duly noticing the presence of Ebon and Krys. Anybody who knew Skyra a bit and watched her walk could see her rigid movements which were extremely uncanny for the normally pretty flexible and agile girl. A long stretched out sigh left her mouth as she exited the gym and moved towards her dorm room where she just wanted to read and be alone now.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald took a few tentative sips of the beer, it tasted awful, but if it would help with the horrible pounding in her head then it would be worth it. After that she crashed back into her own bed and stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes. Eventually her head stopped hurting so much and she started to feel alive again. It was Sunday, and there was a nearly endless amount of things she could decide to do with her time. She hopped off the bed and onto her feet, she wasn't gonna waste it lying around that was for sure. There was only one thing left to do! She climbed back up onto her bed, stood up, and then started to jump. "Boing! Boing! Boing!" She was bouncing on her bed, she figured it was a great way to get the blood pumping, plus it was pretty fun. She started to use to her semblance with each jump, making her go higher and higher each time. Then her head hit the ceiling and she crashed into the bed. "Owwwww…." Well that was enough of that, Emmy rubbed her head as she stumbled out of the room and into the hallway, she was still wearing just her tank top and shorts, but she didn't care. It was Sunday, she didn't need to be dressed for school today. She wandered down the halls for a bit until her ears picked up what sounded like fighting, it sounded like it was coming from where the gym was, according to her Scroll. She ran off in that direction to see what all the hubbub was about. She wasn't disappointed, as she entered the gym the first thing she noticed was Gren and some dude she'd never seen before going all out in some sort of duel. There were also flying robots that were shooting at Gren and by gods was that an explosion?! Recognizing Diamond by her hat, Emmy ran up beside her to watch the fight. She bounced up and down and cheered. "Woooo! Let's see some more explosions yeah!" This school was awesome.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren smiled broadly at Skyra, and then turned to leave as soon as the cheese was delivered. "Make sure to eat your cheese, milk helps people grow, and cheese is like milk that you can chew". With that insightful bit of insight, Mokuren left again, off to do....things. Like taking a midnight stroll through the woods, and maybe find something of interest, if she was lucky.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Good morning." A simple greeting. Indeed the morning so far has been swell, and the sun is still early on the horizon. Gren wondered why a girl like her was doing in the gardens. Was she a gardener too? Then again no one would look at Gren and imagine that he'd be the type to take care of daffodils. This line of questioning did make Gren hesitate however; he had initiated the conversation, now what was he going to do? Just walk away as if nothing ever happened? He had a physical attraction to this girl at the very least; his baser instincts drove him to act before he planned anything out. First impression was everything, and what he says next would be what defines him. Thinking quickly Gren spoke out. "Likewise. A pleasant surprised to see a fellow huntress in the gardens. Would you like to have some breakfast?" Gren wasn't much for introduction, but he finds that offering food was always a good way to establish a friendship. Fortunately for him he had packed lunch, and while he was at the gardens he could whip up something relatively fresh if it's not enough for the the huntress.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale "First my Name is Cian, my weapon is Multi Variable Assault Rifle. Beyond that I would like everything on this list if possible." She said handing the man a slip of paper that contained all she needed. The paper listing out to the smallest details everything she was looking for from a pair of black short pants and a black tanktop and a white coat that had a black fur trim and a long pair of black leather boots and two pairs of a large leather belt. "Do you believe that you can complete this order? Oh! also do you think you can get a three hair clips that can stand to the stuff we will be facing?" She asked since she was unsure on if the person would be able to complete something like this or not including the hair clips. Looking at both the man and Jack she waited for a response to see if he could do something like this if not she will take her business somewhere else she knew one place but they were a bit pricey at times.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald waved goodbye to Krysanthe, before turning to Diamond. "Welp, now that the excitement is over...I'm gonna head back to the dorm, put my usual outfit on, maybe go eat a snack...bye!" She ran off without letting Diamond say a word, giggling. She figured that admitting she was gonna go put clothes on after defending the wearing of pajamas would confuse her, which was what she was hoping for. She ran out of the gym, heading down the halls rather quickly, why walk when you could run and feel the wind blowing on your face? She continued down the hallway, dodging and weaving random objects and people as she did. It wasn't long before the dorm that belonged to team MODE was in sight! She slowed down as she reached the door, using her scroll to unlock it, she entered the dorm. She giggled before leaping onto her bed and landing on it tummy first, before she got dressed she wanted to feel how soft her bed was, she tangled herself up in her sheets. She lay there for a few moments, and got to thinking maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt...she was tired from sprinting the whole way to the dorm and laying their felt sooo nice. She closed her eyes...she'd take five minutes. Maybe fifteen.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Airship Landing Chattering students were already dispersing from the urheimat that was the airship's entry/exit bay, filing off the transport and moving out into the city of Vale. Gratia would be joining them soon to explore the kingdom so new to her, and so it would be here that she part ways with the boy that had served as her conversation partner throughout the ride down from Beacon Academy. It was somewhat of a shame; he was a slightly more interesting figure than the other teenagers that surrounded them, but her journey from now on would be travelled on her lonesome. "The same to you, Luke Schwarz," she replied with little emotion, though her strong, clear (if seemingly accented to non-Mistralese ears) voice held hints that despite her impassive expression, there was an atom-sized amount of respect in her tone. She would endeavour to keep the boy in mind if she ever saw him amongst the hordes of students in either class or the hallways. Luke Schwarz was not a name she was to forget any time soon. With one last nod, the Huntress disappeared into the crowd.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Roaming the halls, towards the Dormitories Freshly showered and casually dressed, Shiro walked as he dug a fluffy white towel that was just as white as his hair into his feline ears. One thing that irritated him to no end was attempting to dry out the insides of his ears after bathing. Sure, the rest of his body was squeaky clean and dry, comfortably clothed and all. But no, he always had to fight to get the last bits of moisture out of the confines of his ears. Absolutely annoying. One eye shut tight as he struggled with the towel in each alternating ear, Shiro was dressed simply today. He decided to go out today in a short-sleeved black t-shirt, blue jeans with accompanying belt, and black-and-white sneakers. Not forgetting to include the white bandages that completely covered his arms from the elbows down, of course. Exasperated, Shiro gave up at his attempt to dry out his ears. As he muttered to himself and wrapped his filthy workout attire in the towel, he rounded the corner leading to the team's dormitory only to halt in his tracks. Further down the way, a small trio of students were standing around chatting. Though nothing out of the ordinary as far as general school life was concerned, it was the choice of attire or lack of attire of one of the three that raised a cause for concern. He vaguely recognized the gentleman as another fellow student that attended Practice class with him, but he couldn't remember the guy's name. To add to the oddity of it all, Sapphire was speaking to him about...something. Again, nothing odd there, but seeing his team leader in regular clothing was a little odd. Not that it mattered to him, he hardly saw or spoke to her anyways. There was a third, rather large gentleman conversing with the other two that completed the trio. Shiro tilted his head, his curiosity drawing out this odd slanted habit of his. Scoot, who sat on his shoulders tilted his head with him. Playfully mimicking his 'chauffeur' for no reason other than that. Shiro recognized the larger gentleman to be Abel. He thought to run up and perhaps say 'Hi' or something to that nature, but ultimately decided against it. Shaking his head, Shiro made the semi-rare decision to keep to himself and just mind his own business. He had other things to do today and having his mood dampened by Sapphire wasn't on the agenda. Turning away, Shiro opened the door to his room and entered, shutting the door behind him. After tossing his dirty laundry into its appropriate receptacle, Shiro was back out minutes later. With his back turned to the half-naked towel boy, meathead-boy, and...Ms. Rode, Shiro stuffed his bandaged hands into his jean pockets and turned to Scoot with a smile. "So, Scoot. What do you feel like doing today? You want to go into town with me?" The ferret looked up at Shiro excitedly and telepathically exclaimed "Fun!" Grinning, Shiro patted Scoot's head and briskly made his way towards the Airship Docks to catch a ride into the city. He didn't have much planned in all actuality. It never hurt to just go out and do nothing. To just chill and have time to yourself. If all went well today would fly by and classes would start the following day. Peaceful. That was the idea. Honestly, there was no real 'plan' to begin with. It didn't hit Shiro until just this moment, but the other teams did all return from their missions. He had heard through the grapevine that other teams had been formed and reformed with new replacement students. Though, they weren't what was on Shiro's mind. He wondered how Ms. Sabella's first mission had gone and if she was doing alright. Blinking, he also recalled his terrible first impression on the new team formed from Haven transfer students. He made a mental note to apologize for his disruptive behavior and make some second attempt at restoring his bad image, if he ran into any of them that was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – Vale – By Gratia side Vega heard Venetia's voice while she was on her phone. She then let out a deep sigh and she placed her phone back in her bag and caught up to her. "It would have been nice if you sit with me. I'm so tired right now. Anyway how was your exploration of Vale been so far?" The streets were a lot less busy which Vega relished in her mind. She got tired and annoyed by the fact she had to walk through crowds of people in the other districts the amount of flirtatious remarks she both got from both sexes, mainly students.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store "Shitty," was her short reply, one tinged with the annoyance of a person who had gone into the world expected something slightly above mediocre, but had those expectations dashed by how less-than-stellar everything was, "I'm not sitting with you. Get some exercise and don't be a fatass." Being constantly connected to the Net had always seemed like such a bother to Gratia; one couldn't do anything without being distracted by whatever random crap that popped up on their phones and devices, and she'd seen a large number of people frequently go through their day to day lives with their eyes plastered to their glowing screens. What a waste of time and productivity; they were wasting opportunities to do actual meaningful shit by watching cat porn or whatever floated their boat. She didn't really care for what people watched anyway (nor was she particularly familiar); her own phone was some old dinky thing that could call, send texts (limited by the amount of credit she had), play that Snakes game and browse the inbuilt news application. It was something the huntress barely used anyway, so that was one avenue of procrastination just gone. Besides, a Scroll was a lot fucking easier to use and she could actually do work on the fucking thing (having an attachable keyboard was a real boon) as well as dick around when she felt like it. "You need a jacket," she added after a second. "It's a relatively windy day today."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Reunited Hm? "Oh, hey guys!" he replied jovially, raising a hand in greeting. "Doing good, just got my new bike. Rides like a dream." he answered, beaming with satisfaction. "What are you guys up to in here? I figured I'd just browse." he asked, casually walking up to the pair. Had to wonder just what the heck all those bags on Jack's arms were... Were those from the local arcade? Oh, yeah. They are. Hell of a lot of prizes. I never beat that claw game... I swear, that thing is rigged. Anyways...</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Speaking of the thief, Diamond had now returned, though she seemed rather distressed about something, as she was looking around the room frantically. Emmy watched her curiously for a few moments, staring at her with her wide eyes as her tail flicked around absently. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, as Diamond seemed to be pretty focused on her search. It was kind of fun just to watch her anyway. After a while though she figured she should at least ask what she was looking for, maybe help her find it. "What's wrong Diamond? You lose something? Oh, and Oswald said he was going into town with Sapphire, maybe we should ask him if we can come along! Could be fun." She figured she might as well ask while she was at it, see if Diamond liked the idea or not.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale - Armour Store "Ahhh, I was just helping little Cian here get some new battle gear", he responded. Luke mentioned a new bike, he peeked out the side and behind Luke and did indeed see a bike. It looked pretty nice. "Oh I didn't know you rode a bike, personally I never really needed anything like that, my semblance is usually all I need", he commented. Knowing first hand, he probably really didn't need a vehicle to get by to most places... In any case, he seemed pretty impressed with the bike. "By the way, has anyone seen Mokuren? It's a day off and she's the only one of us that I haven't seen today", he mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Team MODE Dorm -> Airdocks His shower finished, Oswald strode into the team's dorm room again, looking between Emerald and Diamond before shrugging. "Don't think I didn't hear that, kitty!" Feigning an angry look at the sheer audacity required to invite yourself along to someone else's plans, Oswald giggled and walked to his bed, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. "Could actually be a decent idea. Make it a....kinda....part of...our team...thing. Seriously, what the hell has Marcus been up to? It feels like he spends all his time with that damned tank. And that's coming from me." Deciding to ignore his team leader's seemingly perpetual absence, Oswald pulled out a simple brown leather belt and slowly weaved it through his pants' belt loops. It wouldn't do to have his pants fall off, as unlikely as that was. "Well, I'm gonna get on my way to the airdocks, hope you lazy bums are about ready!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro stood amongst the crowd of students awaiting a bird to take them to the city proper. As he waited, Scoot excitedly ran around him in circles. Curiously sniffing and looking at each student but never ventured too far from Shiro's side. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, Shiro sighed. He was bored. Remembering that in some uncontrollable fit that he had shattered his brand-new Scroll caused him to groan and shake his head. Palming his forehead, he severely regretted having done so. Questioning what could have possibly caused him to do such a stupid thing in the first place or why the thought even crossed his mind. If he had his Scroll, he could easily just plaster his face to its glowing screen to play a mobile game, surf the Internet, listen to music or something other than just standing around waiting in a line. He hated waiting for anything, being terribly impatient. Ears and tail perking, a new idea struck him. Distracting him from his self-loathing. "That's what I can do while I'm out! I can get a cheap little music player and some earphones!" Checking his pockets for his wallet, he opened it to see exactly how much Lien he had. The disheartening reality of it was, he didn't have much. "Aww, man. I don't think I even have enough for one. Much less be able to put some songs onto it. And custom Faunus-fitted earbuds can get pricey..." Sighing again, he closed his wallet and pocketed it. Maybe he could ask to borrow some money from Abel or Gren, surely they wouldn't mind as long as he paid them back. Speaking of Gren, maybe it would more prudent to just have his comrade make him a makeshift Scroll or media device. Hell, the two of them could probably work on it together. As Shiro pondered on his financial situation, Scoot's excitement came to a head as the adorable little rodent relegated himself to just sprinting around Shiro in a fervor. Telepathically exclaiming "Fun! Fun!" repeatedly, granting Shiro some odd looks and whispers. Scratching the back of his head, Shiro nervously chuckled. "H-he's my friend. Don't mind him." Shiro tried his best to shoot a glare at the ferret. As if to tell the creature to tone it down. It wasn't Shiro's intention to stick out like a sore thumb today, he merely wanted peace. The ferret replied with a momentary pause and head tilt before resuming his activities. Causing Shiro to sigh once again and shake his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro's ears perked when a student approached him and introduced himself. Looking up, he stared at the boy for a moment before frowning and tilting his head. His eyes brightened as he recognized the guy. "Robert? Robert Fallson? Oh, yeah! You're in Practice Class with me, aren't you? Yeah, I'm on Team Swansong with Abel." When Robert then reached for Scoot, Scoot crawled up to him and sniffed at the boy's hand. Shiro smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's Scoot. You've heard about him already?" Looking at the ferret, Shiro was shocked as the creature then nipped and bit at Robert's hand. Telepathically exclaiming, "Bad!" "Scoot! What are you-!" Shiro quickly reached down and scooped Scoot up. "You don't do that! He's a friend of ours, okay?" Scoot, cradled in Shiro's arms, turned to sniff at the air towards Robert's direction and made an odd growl. "Bad!" Shiro was surprised to learn that Scoot had learned a new word, but what was exactly 'bad' about Robert? To be honest, Shiro didn't really know the guy very much so he couldn't draw his own conclusions on the man's personality type. But, even still. For Scoot to just bite Robert's finger out of nowhere when he never demonstrated an ounce of malice towards any other student. Looking up at Robert, Shiro's expression broke down into one of sincere apology. "I'm real sorry about that, he didn't hurt you or draw blood did he? He's never done that before, I don't know why he wouldn't like you." Shiro nervously chuckled as he leaned forward slightly to see how Robert's digits were. Straightening up, Shiro glared at Scoot and pointed a finger at the rodent's face. "Scoot, we don't do that! Bad!" The ferret, not quite understanding what was going on, sniffed and licked at Shiro's bandaged finger.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Beacon Docks Robert was probably more shocked than anybody else that Scoot decided to bite him. He let out an audible "Oww!" as his hand quickly recoiled away from the ferret. "Why would something so cute and adorable bite me?" he asked rhetorically. "And what did I do that made it dislike me so much? I don't smell that bad do I?" he continued, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Robert realized he was clutching his bitten index finger in his left hand and decided to give it a quick peek to see if it was in fact bleeding or swollen. As to be expected with his normal streak of luck, a slight trickle of red was running down the finger. When the concerned Shiro tried to look at the extent of the damage done by his team's pet though, Robert quickly hid his hand behind his back so he couldn't get a good look. "No worries, it's fine. Just smarts is all. No blood or anything," he lied. The red haired boy hated doing that, especially to someone he was trying to make friends with, but if Shiro found out that Scoot's bite broke the skin he'd probably feel worse about the whole thing. It wasn't Shiro's fault that Scoot saw Robert as a threat. Besides, I've had worse. Ever been bitten by a venomous spider? Man does that hurt. And going through the whole procedure of getting anti-venom is a pretty big hassle, too. Especially when you're broke. But enough about me, what are you doing? Going down to Vale, too?</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt decided to walk to the Beacon Docks. He had heard that it had quite a nice view and he was pretty excited to see if he could see Signal from it. He walked past two people talking and sat down on a bench facing the cliff. He heard something about venomous spiders and began laughing quite loudly. "I hear you there buddy. It's worse when you're in the middle of a forest and miles away from the nearest hospital. I had to suck out the poison myself, spit it out, and run to the hospital as fast as I could. Don't mess with Broodlings, that's what I learned that day. Not even if you're positive that there's no Ariadnes around." Cobalt said as he reminisced that day. In actuality he never got bit by a Broodling, it was just a regular spider. It really hurt still, but not fatal like a Broodling bite. Still, he probably sounded like a badass from that story. He got up and walked over to them. "I'm Cobalt. I just transferred here from Signal. What are your names?" He asked as he cracked his stiff neck.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian "Well its good you found a place to get your bike from. Though yeah I just found out about the hair clips now and something like that would be greatly beneficial." Cian said it was a really interesting piece now that she actually thought about it something like that you dont hear much about and when you do its like a fantasy setting. Still it was to beneficial to actually pass up "In terms of battle gear I ordered somethings since I have little to none extra clothing left that isn't torn to shreds. I guess you get to see later when I pick it up tomorrow since that is when it will be done she said off hand. Now you going to look around or follow me and Jack here since he is dead set on following me to get my hair cut." She continued as she looked at the two boys that was in the store with her.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "But that is a really nice bike, really", he commented. He never really found the need for transport, seeing as his semblance would cover his mobility problems in a pinch, but that was still a very good looking bike. It was also just convenient for him that he show Cian to this shop, since he did have to pick up his coat. He was also glad she could get what she needed, seeing as they were on the same team, being ill-prepared intentionally or unintentionally was bad after all. Next though was her haircut. "Hmmmmm, I wouldn't say dead set, more like... I wonder what your hair's going to look like afterward. It'll be fun", he had strange ideas of what was fun, but he was going to be following and seeing how it turns out. He was likely just bored.</s> <\|message\|>Clair Carnelian Clair Carnelian She stopped. There was an awkward sincerity in the young man's invitation, a kind that she might've appreciate if it wasn't so early in the morning. But, she thought. Of all things... why bowling? Looking at him, with a build like his, there was no doubt he was athlete. But a bowler? Not that that would have been anyone's first guess, but maybe, she thought, she should let herself wake up a little more before she jumped to so many conclusions about a complete stranger. I guess I was a little harsh. Maybe the Princess is already rubbing off on me. That being said, she certainly wasn't awake enough to have social interactions of any level of depth. Yet there was a crucial consideration that she had to make. If I don't go with him, the only other person I have to keep me company until classes begin is Sarina, and that's not exactly my idea of a good time. She put one hand over her mouth and tilted her head. "I'll go with you," she said after a moment. "But you'll have to wait for me to shower first." At the very least, she could walk with him into town and go off on her own after asking him a few questions. It didn't have to be an all-day social affair. But whatever it was going to be, it was better than waiting in her room for Sarina to show up.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Shiro absently sniffed at the air and could smell blood drawn, which worried him while at the same time confused him. Why Robert would blatantly lie and even go so far as to hide his hand behind his back was beyond him. Needless to say however, the lie marred Shiro's initial impressions of the red-haired student. Tilting his head, his train of thought was redirected in its path when Robert questioned him about his history of insect bites. "No, can't say I've ever been bitten by a venomous spider. I'd imagine it'd be pretty lethal and painful though." Looking up at the skies above to search his thoughts, Shiro continued after scratching the back of his head and laughing. "Don't think I'll make it a habit to get bitten though. You make it sound like a pretty troublesome event." He was about to ask if maybe Robert was speaking from experience, but the next question again redirected his train of thought. "Oh, me? I was going down into the city to maybe look to get a little music player and some earbuds to go with it. Other than that, I don't have any plans. What about you?" Before anyone else could get another word in, a blue-haired student sitting at a nearby bench situated on the Airship docks butted into the conversation. The new stranger laughing obnoxiously as he did so. Shiro frowned, his tail swaying to and fro. His ears twitching anxiously. The boy then went on to detail his own 'personal' Broodling bite story, but there was something about his tone that he carried on with that didn't sit right with Shiro. It sounded and felt dishonest, as if he were boasting. As the boy stood and approached them, he introduced himself as Cobalt. His appearance reminded him of another student in his classes, Shiro thought. "Can't help but think he looks a lot like someone else...Anyways, I shouldn't be rude and quick to judge." Smiling, Shiro reached out with his bandaged hands for 'Cobalt' to shake. "Ah, welcome to Beacon Cobalt! Nice to meet you, I'm Kuhaku Shiro. You can just call me Shiro though," Shiro laughed as he finished up his introduction. "Kuhaku's my family name. My last name, if you will. But for some reason my surname comes first."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt watched Robert attempt the crane game multiple times and frowned. He really wanted that cute bear. Cobalt shrugged and took out some lien of his own. He walked up to the crane and the music began. He moved the claw around to get a feel for it and tried to grab the bear. He managaed to get its ear but the claw's grip failed and the hair slipped. Cobalt's frown got a little wider and he took out some more lien. He had a good feel for this machine so he could probably get it this time. A good ten minutes later Cobalt was very unhappy with this machine. He inserted the last of his lien, that he had given himself that day to spend, and the machine started once more. He grabbed the bear by its arm and watched it inch closer to the hole. Cobalt was practically sweating as he glared at the claw and willed it to move to the hole. The claw let go at the very edge and the bear went right into the hole. "Yes! Hell yeah!" He cheered as he grabbed the bear from the receptacle. People were staring at the large man with blue hair dancing, but he didn't care. He got the bear. He glanced over at Robert and he began to think. " Hey, do you want this?" Cobalt tapped Robert on the shoulder and held the bear out in his other hand. "I'm not a very big fan of stuffed animals and you were trying to get this earlier." He lied with a smile. He really didn't want to give this away after so much work, but it was the right thing to do. He seemed to want it more anyways.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro and Vega Venetia Eating after shopping was quite relaxing for the two though the original restaurant Vega planned was packed so they ate at gourmet burger restaurant. Pricey but the food was quality. Afterwards the two strolled around Vale until coming across a sign... "Drury Lanes...hm. Want to check it out?" Gratia's only response was an ambivalent glance at her team leader, onyx eyes bland and uncaring in their gaze. It was evident that she held no particular view of going into the bowling alley; it wasn't as if she had anything better to fucking do. All she really cared for as of current was the gigantic triple-choc strawberry and mango smoothie that she was in the midst of sucking out of a curvy red straw. As well as listening to music. Headphones snugly attached to her ears, permanent scowl as her expression and an aura of spiky solemnity around her, the Huntress trainee was definitely not somebody who seemed approachable as they entered through the doors of Drury Lanes. The place had a neon-style vibe, noticing the ' as Vegas Gr8 Eats' sign. Hm this place does not seem so bad.. People were present from whether to the old men bowling to young teenagers, probably students from Beacon in Vega's mind. Vega gave a glance to Gratia after noticing the Arcade, "What to check out the Arcade and pass some time?" Vega had a stolid expression, was reserved. After all a long day in Vale exhausted her. One thing noticeable was that she wore her new jacket over her summery outfit, zipped up all the way only showing her shorts noticeable. She then crossed her arms glancing once more with reserved tight lips. A shrug was the response. Despite being surrounded by the unwashed masses of Valian idiots, she didn't really care whether or not they visited the Arcade or not. She'd let her team leader do what team leaders did: "lead". For something that didn't even fucking matter, but it wasn't like it bothered her that much anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale Salon Getting her haircut down she stepped down from the chair and quickly borrowed a mirror to fix her three recently brought hair clips to keep a bang out of her eye. With that done she went to greet her teammates "so what do you think" she asked as she turned around full circle so they can catch a glimpse of it. To her honestly it felt better like this for her it was easier and she didn't have to worry about her hair getting in her eyes when she turned her head sharply or anything like that. For her it fell into two simple categories it has to be practical and at least be somewhat fashionable. Call her whatever you want but you can't shake the fact that at times it is hard to do both. "Either way I am finished with my errand did you still want to check out the bookstore Luke?" She asked as she looked at the magazine that he has clenched tightly in his hand still it seemed that he fell for the common trap most fall for with magazines like that.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Red-Handed "Huh?" he asked, looking up from his dissection of the presumed scandal-- And feeling his ears start to burn as soon as he made eye contact with her. Not good! She saw him reading such superficial drivel with all that gusto! She was gonna think less of him for getting roped in so easily! He was but a plebian, another member of the unthinking masses now! He never wanted this! Scrambling slightly, he tossed the magazine away with a nervous and embarrassed chuckle. "Uh, yeah, sure! Maybe find something actually worth my time to read, right?" Okay, I've applied enough misdirection for reasonable doubt, right? Surely she'll understand! It's Cian! A good friend like her obviously would get it! I have faith in my teammate! What was the first question? Her hair, right. The whole reason they were there in the first place. ... His ears continued their slow burn, albeit in a much more muted and hard-to-notice manner. After all, she was a girl showing her new cut off right in front of him... Not an altogether common experience. And the style itself, for that matter, was one that he may or may not have had a weakness for... "I like it." he said after some careful deliberation. "I think it's pretty cute, actually. Looks good!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade (Going for the High Score!) Sparing a glance away from the glowing screen of the arcade machine, Shiro saw Robert get suckered into blowing a good bit of his Lien by the prize-grabber game. Snickering, he shook his head in his moment of distraction. Golden eyes flitting back to his game, he was briefly shocked as his blonde fist-fighter's avatar was punished for his drop in attention. At this point, the difficulty in his virtual opponents was increasing. The stage's antagonist taking a good chunk out of his avatar's 'Aura Meter' with a nasty combo. Furiously tapping away, Shiro barely managed to eek out a clutch victory. "Phew! Nearly lost that round," he thought as he wiped at his forehead before moving into the next match. Mid-match, Robert came up to him after being defeated by 'The Dreaded Claw' asking if he could play with him. Forgetting that there was no 'Pause' button to the game, he turned away from the screen and smiled, "Sure, no problem! But I warn you, I won't take it easy on you even if you're a newblet. I will show no mercy for pros and scrubs alike!" Shiro started to grin, but had to take a moment to digest Robert's awkward moment of weirdness as he mirrored what he thought were legitimate martial arts stances. Even going so far as to 'Kyaa!' and karate-chop at the air in front of him. "Wow. He's stranger than I am," He couldn't help but burst in a fit of hearty laughter. Bad move. Just as he proclaimed to show no mercy on any fellow duelist, the game did the same to him in a matter of speaking. A loud announcer's voice declared 'YOU LOSE' and Shiro whirled around in horror with his mouth agape in astonishment to find his blonde pugilist knocked out and on the ground. A 10-second countdown timer ticked down and almost snidely asked him if he wanted to continue. Cobalt came up to them with a stuffed animal toy in hand asking Robert if he wanted it, but Shiro had other plans for Robert. Nearly slamming more tokens into the machine, he elected to continue but then inserted more tokens in Robert's stead. Essentially, he momentarily postponed his progress as the Challenger's selection screen came up. Reaching over, Shiro grabbed a fistful of Robert's shirt and jerked him over to stand next to him. Pointing a bandage-wrapped finger at the screen, Shiro looked at the red-head. "Pick a character now!" he nearly commanded Robert. Sure, his loss was all his own fault. But that wasn't going to stop the faunus-boy from taking it out on his friend, at least in the virtual fighting game. Once he managed to trounce Robert, he would feel better after attaining his vengeance and continue to finish his campaign. Though, the final levels may prove to be difficult. The stinging, almost mocking replay showed his blonde avatar get stun-locked into an impossibly dizzying combo that quickly whittled down his valiant fighter's Aura Meter in mere seconds.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert gritted his teeth as Shiro activated his character's special. "Leeeeerrrroy Jenkiiiins!" he shouted as he moved the analog stick in Shiro's character's direction. As the first shell of the barrage neared, Robert quickly pushed it upward, just narrowly jumping over it, it's following shots, and the blond heroine. "Hahaha! I can't believe that worked!" Robert shouted in disbelief. "Now! Taste my sword, fiend!" As Shiro's special began to end, Robert quickly turned his character around and began to slash and stab at the back of the defenseless girl before quickly backing away again. "How do you like dem' apples?" the red-haired teen taunted, nudging Shiro with his elbow, as he activated his own character's taunt. The sword wielding character pointed his sword at his opponent and stepped forward to strike what would have been a heroic-looking pose, if not for the sudden appearance of a banana peel that surely hadn't been there before, causing his character to slip and fall on his face. "Well that's a strange taunt," Robert said as his character began to lift himself off the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade "How...DARE he!?" Shiro stood unmoving with his mouth agape, momentarily stunned that Robert actually managed to get a short combo into his character's back. Not that it did much to the Aura Bar, but it was the principle of the matter."He actually managed to evade all that!?" His special meter, wasted. It was unbelievable, incredulous even! This plebian scrub, managed to actually get some hits in on him? No, he wouldn't stand for that. He wouldn't have the loss that was half-Robert's fault mar his winning streak. He was not about to take two losses at that! Apparently, his avatar was stunned too as a special animation played her sorrowfully reaching out with her palms as strands of her blonde hair floated to the ground. Clutching the cut strands of her luxurious hair in her fist, Shiro watched as she grit her teeth and she began to put off a golden glow. Her eyes reddening as she visibly grew angry. A notification popped up on Shiro's side of the screen as a small meter that seemed to fill as she got hit completely maxed out. "SEMBLANCE BURST!" The notification said. Looking down at the list of simple combos and controls on the console of the arcade machine, he saw a string of button combinations that seemed to activate something unique for each character if certain conditions were met. Apparently, he failed to notice the meter that filled whenever his character took damage. Whatever it was, it seemed to instantly max out if she took damage from behind and her hair got ruined. Looking down at the commands and back up at the screen, he quickly input them and watched as his blonde fighter let out a yell and a small bubble around her suddenly exploded with the activation of her Semblance. Eyes brightening as he gasped upon this discovery, he evilly chuckled as he looked at Robert. "You done messed up now, noob."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked confused as Shiro's character as it played some strange animation of what looked to the beginning of some rage mode. "Uhh, that doesn't look good. What is that meter? Do I have that?" Robert asked worriedly. Slowly backing all the way to the edge of the arena, Robert raised his character's shield in the hopes that whatever happened next could possibly be blocked to either reduce or, even more unlikely, completely negate the incoming ass-kicking. "This is going to hurt," he said, almost unable to watch what would most likely be his character being beat to a pulp.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade He had to act quickly, whatever activated for him surely wouldn't last long. He could only assume that his character moved faster and hit harder for a brief period in time, maybe setting up for her Super or Ultimate. Seeing Robert have his character back into a corner and put up his shield in a feeble attempt to turtle it out, caused Shiro to scoff and smirk. "Heh." Normally, some Supers in fighting games could easily be blocked or dodged. But, Shiro knew how to handle those kinds of players. For those who attempted to evade, delaying a few seconds and good timing usually nailed them. For those who blocked it was even easier as most throws in fighters broke guards. Having his lady dash right up to the swordsman, he had her grab at the turtling scrublord and toss him behind her. Looking down at the console of the arcade machine, he found what he needed to activate her Super as Robert's character was still mid-air from being thrown and expertly tapped it in. Cocking her arm back she blasted forward for a match ending flaming right hook. As the screen flashed to display and declare Shiro's victory, the faunus boy threw up his arms and cried out loudly, "WHOO!" tossing some of his tokens up into the air in a cascade of glittering victory. Jabbing at Robert's ribcage with his fingers, he rubbed it in some more. "In your FACE!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Arcade Robert looked down at the ground in shame before responding to Shiro's boasting with a shrug. "Ah well, you won fair and square," he said as he stuck his hand forward for a handshake. "Good game, Shiro. Maybe I should get some more practice so that next time I might be less of a noob?" The red-haired teen looked down at his scroll to see the time before looking back up to Shiro. "Well, I should probably head back to the dorms. Have never been much of a good sleeper and we got combat class in the morning. Hopefully I'll be able to put up more of a fight in real combat. You coming with or will I see you again tomorrow in class?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes' Arcade Looking at the 'Continue' screen, Shiro shrugged and decided to leave his campaign run unfinished for now. He had his fun. As he began to pick up the tokens he foolishly tossed up into the air, Shiro looked over at Robert's presented hand and grinned. Pocketing the tokens he recovered, he firmly took Robert's hand and shook it once. "Yeah, good game. You and I should hang out more. Maybe after classes we can come here and play some more? You'll only get better with more experience, y'know." Letting go of his hand, Shiro squatted down to pick up the remaining straggler tokens on the ground. Looking up at Robert as he checked the time on his Scroll, his pointed ears drooped a little. He wasn't expecting for Robert to leave so soon, but he guessed it was getting pretty late. "Nah, I'll hang around here a little bit more and maybe try my hand at bowling. I'll see you tomorrow during classes. Have a good night, boss." Resuming his token recovery, Scoot decided at that moment to come up and see what all the ruckus was about. Sniffing at a token as Shiro was lifting it off of the ground, Shiro smiled at his companion and petted the top of his head. "Aww, you missed it buddy. I totally just whomped Robert's butt in a game. What were you up to anyways?" Scoot tilted his head and exclaimed, "Food!" Chuckling, Shiro leaned in closer and squinted to see little food particles around Scoot's muzzle. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue, he wagged a finger at his friend. Clearly, the rodent had been scrounging around for scraps that were dropped onto the floor. "Come on, Scoot. You shouldn't eat food you find off the floor like that. You could get sick." The rodent tilted his head in the opposite direction, confused as to why he shouldn't stuff his face with every bit of chow he found. Patting Scoot on the head, Shiro stood and pocketing the final few tokens he had thrown everywhere. Looking up around him, his eyes fell on two girls that were playing one of the cover shooter games. Well, to be frank, only one of them was really playing. The other was just watching with a sour disinterested look to her eye, sipping on some drink with a funky looking straw. He recognized them as two of the new transfer students from a few days back. The very same ones whose lunch he 'dropped in' on. Frowning, he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he quietly contemplated going up to them and apologize for his prior rude luncheon interruption. To make amends and maybe attempt to repair his terrible first impression. Part of him screamed at him not to, because there was something about the girl with the jacket and headphones that reminded him far too much of his team leader. That resemblance made him terribly uncomfortable, but a louder part of his inner voice told him to have some confidence and buck up. Maybe she was nothing like Sapphire, and actually a kind and nice gal. "That's wrong of me, I shouldn't think of her like that." Shiro thought. Turning back around to face Robert, he slipped his hand out to wave a goodbye. "See you 'round, Robbie." not even thinking about the nickname he just gave him. Whatever, it was probably a common one his teammates even used. As Shiro slid his bandaged hand back into his jean pockets, Scoot spiraled up his leg to climb up his back ending on his shoulders again. Striding over to the two Haven transfer students, Shiro stopped a distance away as he quickly worked up the courage to speak to the girls. Clearing his throat, he put one of his usual bright smiles as he waved at them. "Ah, excuse me ladies." In hindsight, a terrible way to start off a conversation. Who starts a chat by excusing themselves? At the very least, no one could say Shiro didn't try to be respectful and polite.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia knew she was supposed to be in class doing...something. Well, I guess it can't be that important. I'd remember it for sure if it was! she thought cheerfully. Anyway, scoping out dorms was wayyyy more fun. She giggled to herself, excited at the thought of actually knowing where things were for once. Suddenly, her ears pricked up. Is someone yelling? Why in... She activated her semblance, tentatively stretching it outwards. People tended to get irritated if she accidently spied on them, so she tried to make a one way connection temporarily. Homing in on mind that seemed resting but still somewhat troubled, she sent out a message. "Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard something."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team SASG's Dorm Shiro's eyes snapped open as he woke with a start, sharply gasping. Still bleary-eyed and groggy from the medication, he sat up and put a hand on his head."Ugh." Back up against the sink counter, he rubbed at the corners of his eyes and looked around to regain his bearings. Scoot sat curled in a ball asleep next to him. His weapons lay still in their combined transport mode. Looking at the clock he tried to recall the exact time he had fallen unconscious. He wasn't asleep for long, though his body ached like it had been in a coma for an eternity. Gradually, his body and mind approached full wakefulness. Quietly muttering to himself so as to not wake Scoot, "I was out for a few minutes? Gosh, I feel like I'd woken from the dead.." Smacking his lips, his mouth dry, Shiro then froze up. "...W-wait." That's right, a voice he heard was the culprit responsible for his interrupted 'nap'. Cold fear growing within his heart, his senses went on high alert. The voice he had heard was clear as day, as if it were holding a conversation in the very same bathroom he sat in. Dryly swallowing, his eyes scanned the bathroom in its entirety to ensure that he was alone save for Scoot. No one else was present and there was nowhere else anyone could hide. But, he was certain he had heard a voice talking to him. He wasn't going crazy, right? He is still sane. The medication works. His attack should've passed, the episode should've been over by this point. He shouldn't be hearing any more voices. Looking back at the sleeping Scoot, it couldn't have been his ferret friend. The voice that spoke to him was female sounding and actually stringed together a complete sentence. Looking at the slightly ajar bathroom door, Shiro crept up to its side and pressed a silver/white tiger ear against it. Blinking as he waited for a few tense moments, he heard nothing in the adjacent main room. Peering through the open crack of the bathroom door, his golden eyes strained to see if anyone was in his team's dorm. Again, he saw nothing. A bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face as he carefully opened the door. Cursing to himself as its hinges and joints creaked noisily. "Shit! What am I doing?" He was braver than this. Or so he thought. Getting angry with himself, he grabbed the door and swung it wide open with a loud crash. This wasn't some horror movie and he is not some actor that was only meant to serve as fodder. Regardless, he still shut his eyes tight as he braced for some terrible thing to happen. But nothing did. Opening his eyes, he crossed the threshold and stood in the center of his empty dorm room. Turning around a full 360 degrees as he did a quick eye sweep, he stood alone. His fear and apprehension only grew more and more with each passing minute. He was certain he heard a voice speaking to him! Swiftly moving to shut the door to the room, he pressed his back against it as his eyes continued their frantic search for something or someone that wasn't there. Clearing his throat, "Wh-who's there? Is there someone here with me? If there is, come out now! I'm not in the mood for any stupid games of hide and seek!" Breathing hard, he slid down into a sitting position and grabbed at his head with both hands. White hair sticking out in between his gloved fingers, he shut his eyes and could feel himself slipping away into another pit of despair. He felt like crying. "Why? Why does my Semblance do this to me?" He sharply inhaled and tried his damnedest to fight back the pitiful tears. "Why does this have to happen? I'm not losing my mind, am I? I'm not crazy! I'm not going nuts!" Were the Shadows becoming invisible to him now too? How could something that no one else could see become invisible to the single person who could? Going through his breathing exercises again, Scoot by this point had woken up and tentatively crawled up to his tiger Faunus friend. "Friend?" the ferret asked in earnest concern.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia sighed. Poor guy had it worse than she had originally thought. He seemed to be aggravated by physiological interference, which she couldn't really blame anyone for, but his case was still exceptionally bad. Cautiously, she raised her hand and rapped lightly on the dorm door. "I'm right outside the door. I didn't mean to scare you..." she apologized. "but I thought you might be in trouble."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Knock-knock. Shiro's mind blanked as he grew rigid. "That was definitely a knock at the door." For a split second, the knock startled him and had to fight the urge to bolt away from the door. But, the voice that spoke to him from the other side sounded familiar."Was that who spoke to me? But, she sounded so clear before." Getting to his feet, he pressed his ear against the door and sniffed softly. There was definitely someone there. "Phew. So, I did hear someone." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn't hallucinating, so that was good at least. However, he was still wary. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it a crack and his golden eye peered through to see who it was. Indeed, someone stood on the other side. The girl looked vaguely familiar to him, as did her scent. "I shouldn't be a creep. Standing here sniffing and staring at her.." "Oh, so that voice was yours? Is that your Semblance or something?" Maybe she shared similar abilities to Scoot, though with more focus and strength. "I-I'm fine though, thank you for your concern." he lied. He was still shaken up, and the drugs didn't help too much with taking the edge off. Not wanting to be rude and speak to her through a small opening in the door, he opened the dorm room door more. Opening it just enough for the two of them to clearly see one another. Now able to see who it was, he blinked and snapped his fingers. "Ah, hey! You're that gal who's in Practice class with me! You and your teammates recently went bowling with me and a buncha other friends, right?" He grinned as he scratched the back of his head. "We haven't really had the chance to meet, have we? I'm Kuhaku Shiro, and...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name? Heh...Sorry, I have a terrible memory." Scratching at his ears, he looked up as he searched his memories for any sort of name. Oddly enough, his distraught mood had all but disappeared though he still stood in the doorway to prevent the girl from seeing his team's mess of a room. Most of the mess being his fault, but he wasn't going to mention that to her. Bracing a hand against the door frame, he still felt a little woozy from the medication and had to remember to take it easy. A curious Scoot poked his head around the open door to see who it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Outside Cobalt's eyes widened as rushed forward to help Professor Fullbuster. He shouldered the strange boy and looked around. He took the weight of the boy entirely as he picked him up and carried him Bridal style. He was somewhat heavy, but he was used to carrying heavy things. Cobalt looked at the boy and flinched. His mouth was completely stitched shut, his clothes were torn in various places, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Cobalt looked around at everyone staring and growled. "I'm sorry, I thought we were being trained to help people! I didn't know this was a school meant to train people in the art of being a lazy ass slacker!" He yelled at several people who were doing nothing but staring. "Hurry up and open the damn doors!"</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Outside "Oh my- What the heck happened to this kid?" Robert said as soon as he got close enough to see the face of Beacon's new arrival. Upon seeing Prof. Fullbuster motioning for help, the red-headed teen rushed in to aid the teacher and unnamed boy. Cobalt seemed to beat him to the punch though. "Okay, I'll get Ozpin," Robert said as he rushed to the the headmaster's tower. "Who could have done something like this?" he said as he burst through the first set of doors. Everyone was probably thinking it, but he was the first to say it out loud, though he knew he wouldn't receive an answer. At least not one that would satisfy his curiosity. Two things stood out in Robert's mind as he raced through the hallways. One, even he knew that this was the beginning of something terrible, and it could only get worse from here. And two, could this be related to Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson disappearing? They only went missing last night, so Robert thought that maybe they went out and did something together and would come back in the middle of one of their many classes together. With this though, the fear that the events could be related plagued his mind. Finally, Robert burst through the last set of doors that led to Ozpin's office. Running from where the commotion outside was coming from and all the way up the tower, because the elevator was taking way too long, left the team leader out of breath. "Mr. Ozpin," he said before having a coughing fit. "Boy... Outside... Embodiment... Sewn mouth... Come quick..." Robert continued between large gulps of breaths. He definitely needed to try a lot harder in Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh's class so he wouldn't get like this after a small amount of running. Though in his defense, that was a lot of stairs.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Rooftops Sapphire was suitably impressed as Oswald teleported up to the roof, his semblance was indeed a strong one and it seemed to serve him well. Though Sapphire enjoyed her ability to fade into the shadows she sometimes wished for a more active semblance, something that would aid her in battle. Though when the times when she needed to hide came around she was always more than happy that her semblance was what it was. "Here," she said holding out the earplugs to Oswald. "I had a spare pair." It wasn't the reason that she'd returned to her room, that was the matching skater gloves coating her hands but it was a nice extra. As it got closer Sapphire turned to investigate the source. From her vantage point she could see a boy stumbling over the crest of the hill. He carried no more of electronics on him, though it was hard to tell from this distance, yet he was clearly the source. "I'm going to take a closer look. You're welcome to join me." Sapphire turned to where the a crowd was gathering and started to run. As she neared the edge of the roof Sapphire leapt into the air, sailing through in on her way to the ground. As she neared the ground the girl in blue flipped her hands aiming at the incoming grass. She landed on her hands but rather than let them take all the force which would have damaged her aura if not broken her wrists Sapphire propelled herself into a front flip to dissipate the velocity she'd built up. She flipped three times before coming to a stop in a partial crouch one knee up, her head bowed, her hands on the ground. Shaking off the landing Sapphire ran to see what exactly had caused the disturbance. It became disturbingly clear exactly what the obnoxious music was. It was a distress call, a boy with a sound semblance calling out to the entire academy in pain. He was either some sort of faunus or born with an interesting genetic mutation or possibly experimented upon because his eyes where black with white pupils. The lab rat angle started to look more credible as Sapphire saw that his mouth had been sew shut and he had the most forbidding word: EMBODIMENT emblazoned over his nose in black ink. Sapphire turned to Oswald as he came up behind her. "Oswald, go get Ozpin, your speed teleporting semblance can get you there a lot faster than I could, I've got him." Then she turned to everyone else. "Clear a path!" She shouted at the crowd which up until that moment had been standing in stunned silence and at the sound of her harsh words many of the students stumbled to get out the way. You could say a lot about Sapphire's leadership qualities, much of it not particularly complimentary but she knew how to take charge of a crisis even if she wasn't particularly polite about it. "Professor? I'll get his legs?" she asked looking to Fullbuster for confirmation. She may not have been the most tactful person but she knew enough not to try and order a teacher around. Another student beat her to the punch. He dragged the boy off the ground carrying him bridal style. Sapphire flinched. That wasn't how you should be carrying a person with unknown injuries. Ideally you'd have something hard and flat to carry them on to ensure you didn't do more internal damage but nothing like that was apparent at the moment. "Are you trying to break his spine?" She asked glaring at Cobalt, "You need to keep him as straight as possible otherwise you risk doing more harm than good." For all they knew the boy had several broken ribs, in the manner Cobalt was holding him that could lead to a punctured lung, massive internal bleeding or worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro -> Beacon Academy rooftops Having properly restored himself by little pep-talks and words of self-encouragement, Shiro's pocket vibrated and his Scroll chimed. Not stopping as he made his way back towards the source of the sounds, his golden eyes peering at the electronic device's screen. It was another message from Gren. Always happen to be in communication with friends, Shiro smiled at the gifted tech as he read his message. Frowning, Shiro tilted his head. "Find Abel? Can't Gren just...shoot him a text like he did me?" Shiro shook his head. "Thought you were a bit smarter than that, buddy.." Thumbs rapidly tapping at the screen, he shot a response back to his teammate. Part way in between formulating his response, something nagged at him to ask the question about Sapphire. Gren hadn't tagged her into the conversation and hadn't mentioned her at all. But, it was apparent he hadn't completely healed. Scowling angrily at the Scroll in his gloved hands, Shiro furiously shook his head. "Agh, come on. Be a little more courageous. You're braver than you think." Going back over his message, he erased the final question. Puffing, Shiro locked and pocketed the Scroll. Turning to the nearest open window, he popped his neck and cracked his knuckles as he began to limber up. Shiro's the kind of guy to immediate react to things. Ask nearly anyone who knew him. Just, not any females whose name is derived from a gemstone with blue hair. "One set of headphones coming right up! Courtesy of Shiro's Delivery Service!" Grinning goofily, Shiro got down on all fours as he wiggled his tail and rear-end. Black stubby claws stabbed outward from the tips of his fingers as he gripped the ground. Sure, he could just as easily walk up to the window and climb out. But his rambunctious spirit refused to allow him to be 'reasonable' with his decisions. Especially if they were boring. Exploding forth, Shiro gracefully lunged out of the window. Feline flexibility allowing him to twist his body in midair, his claws sunk into the top outside ledge of the window and he swung his body up and over. Beginning his ascent to the rooftops of Beacon Academy. Oddly enough, climbing was something that came rather naturally to him. Expertly clawing and bounding his way up, powering to the top within seconds. If anyone were to ever ask him in an interview what his unique talents were. He'd say climbing and swimming without hesitating. Beacon Academy Rooftops Minutes after, Shiro found his way over to Gren. Once at the top, it wasn't hard to miss the green giant. Heels clicking on the shingles of the rooftops, he pulled his elbow-length gloves back on and enthusiastically waved at Gren. "Hey, boss! I got your headphones!" he called out to him loudly. Just as he came closer, he saw that it wasn't just him and Gren. Sapphire had just leapt off the side, which Shiro ignored. One student he recognized, another he had never seen before. "Uhh, friends of yours?" He asked as he pulled out Gren's headphones from his pack and handed it to him. Walking to the edge, wind tousling his hair and ears, he peered over the side. Looking back over his shoulder at Gren, he jabbed a thumb in Sapphire's direction. "What was that all about?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow After he sternly issued an order to the newly acquainted team, Ozpin scanned over each of their faces to assure his words found their way into their skulls before taking his leave. The three were left in dead silence, with only the ambience of rustling trees and straggling students returning to their classes to compensate for the lack of conversation. Judging from how the other two uneasily moved in place, Delta was the only one who knew that the team leader they were tasked to seek was standing right beside them. Now the only challenge was breaking the ice. The only leverage Grane had on Robert was merely a greeting and a few curses before a faculty member came to collect the two at the docks. It was a chance meeting, having arrived at the same time, they ended up bumping into each other. Literally. Delta, being the smaller of the two, obviously fell onto his rear, and was chastised for endangering the wellbeing of a certain beverage he later pledged to keep quiet about. After all, Grane did seem to be a bit on the older side, he had probably already built up a tolerance to alcohol. The same case applied to Delta, albeit he never consumed drinks designed to wash away the worries of adults, he had been around soldiers who inhaled more beer bottles than bullets they ever shot. They could probably hold their liquor just as well as Grane, if not, even better. The boy's nose scrunched up at the memory of the smell of the stuff, which resulted in him letting out a tired sigh, the first noise emitted out of the trio. He made eye contact with the two and spent more time than necessary choosing his words. After all, this would technically be the first words to transpire between the recently founded, yet still incomplete team. It was to be considered a milestone event. "Well… Er-" "GET DOWN! IT'S A SEAGULL!" Whimpered Eve as it burrowed deeper into the makeshift leather pouch. Delta stared down at the embodiment of his semblance with only contempt in his eyes. He then looked up to the sky and confirmed that there was indeed the faint outline of a bird high above. For some odd reason, birds of flight always had a craving for the familiar, even though it held no nutritional value whatsoever. They were right under a ginormous tower, what else would they expect? Delta calmly zipped the pouch shut, which instantly incited muffled cries for sunlight. The boy tugged on one of his hat's straps and cleared his throat, "As I was saying, we should proceed to our classroom, and drop our belongings off during lunch. Team leader, we're still new to the campus. Would you mind leading the way?" His putting a little emphasis on his designation for Robert was his roundabout way of telling Grane that they had already completed their initial task. "Oh, and um… Is there by chance a vending machine with canned coffee on the way?" _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Delta sighed out of relief after he gulped down a sip of the bitter beverage. Better yet, the machine sold them already heated. Technology had surely come a long way. Nowadays, androids and abruptly surfaced dust applications took presidence in the news, but nobody spared any time for the little things which made everyday life just that much better. If Delta was an adolescent of faith, he would thank the deity or deities in power for giving the raw materials necessary to make such a convenient way to distribute coffee. "Oi. Delta. Are you zoning out again? Wait, didn't you have a cup of that stuff before we boarded the airship?" The student peered down at the tiny familiar sitting primly on his hat. He shook his head in response while running a hand through grey locks of hair. It felt odd with that piece of apparel absent, but his father advised to not wear his hat in class, as it was considered disrespectful by most teachers. Almost entirely circular eyes narrowed at his nonchalant composure, still not satisfied with the silent answer. "Is it alright if I talk to Grane and Robert? I want to get to know our cohorts." Following his normal fashion, Delta mutely nodded to give the little being of energy the go ahead. Eve giddily jumped on the hat before pacing its way over to the edge of Delta's desk, "How's it going you two? Oh, do any of you two have some spare notebook paper? Delta forgot to pack some this morning, and I'd like him to have a tangible version of his notes. History's next, right? I hope Delta and Grane can get up to speed fast! Also, what's for lunch today? Mind telling me a little bit about yourselves?" Eve machine-gunned multiple topics, after all, the semblance hadn't gotten too many chances to speak with teenagers over the past years. Delta's gaze strayed off towards the doorway, where his and Grane's luggage resided. A lethargic flow of students trickled into the classroom. Had all of them abandoned their seats for the spectacle which was a boy with a sewn mouth shrouded in mystery? There was only a few minutes left in the class. "I wonder if the professor will introduce us. If I remember correctly, all of these students are in my next class, I think." Delta thought to himself as he took another sip of the coffee. He could have fared just fine without the milk already mixed into the drink.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Uhm, Moku? Are you alright?" Of course she wouldn't have any idea that this probably might even have been Mokuren's first hug ever. Maybe she just destroyed a precious moment in her life without even noticing. "Uh... I'm sorry!", Skyra uttered and let go of the shut-down girl. "I didn't know you were uncomfortable with hugging. Was this your first ever hug? I hug people all the time. Well, the people I like anyways.", Skyra sputtered in quick succession. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops... Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. "Well, that was fast." Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics. "Awe, but I don't wanna go back.." A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class.. But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class. Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know. Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day. Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him. "Remember...about myself?" Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips. "Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.." He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly. He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back. "Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..." Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well. "I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me." Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. "If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it." Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. "All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one." Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. "Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours." Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. "You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me." His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. "So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?" Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox History was boring and despite how quickly Oobleck was talking to Ebon it felt like it lasted forever. He plugged his headphones in and listened to music for the entire class. He did keep his mind open to Oobleck in case he tries to call for him to answer a question. Ebon would just pluck the answer out of Oobleck's head and repeat it just so it looked like he was paying attention. Eventually the lunch bell rang and Ebon slowly made his way out of the class and towards the cafeteria. Maybe he'd try out that new deli. As he was walking out he noticed that Skyra wasn't at class. He may not pay attention in class, but it would look bad on him if one of the members of his own team had skipped out. Even if it was just her. Taking out his Scroll Ebon made Skyra a text message. "Where are you at? I didn't see you in history." Ebon was about to send it to Skyra hen he spotted her talking to that faunus girl again. The same one who was at their dorms a while ago. Skyra seemed unhappy and Ebon was about to go over to see what was wrong when the fox faunus hugged Skyra. Staring at the two intently Ebon made a quick read of their minds. The fox faunus was a jumbled mess, but he got some feeling of confusion from her. Skyra was obviously sad but could discern some sort of feeling of betrayal. He wanted to go over and confront them, but he didn't have enough to work with. Despite what he initially thought he knew the fox faunus wasn't actively trying to hurt Skyra. Skyra herself didn't have all the answers in her head either. So instead Ebon walked out of sight but stayed close enough to get a read on their minds and hear them. They might not like him eavesdropping, but he didn't particularly like one of his team members getting emotionally hurt either. He stayed off too the side and put his headphones in his ears but didn't play any music.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Ah yes, 'Talking' Gren's arrival to the table was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't particularly odd, all in all. The two teams had a rather substantial amount of communication with one another over the past week: between fighting, time spent on revelry, and during classes and lunch, CODE and SASG were rather intertwined. "Ah, hey Gren. Good to see you." Nodding as the boar faunus sat down, Oswald got ready to empty Cobalt's wallet. A physique like his or Gren's was...not something easily achieved. All in all, he ended up with everything but salad. And a second fish filet. He nearly matched Emmy's enthusiasm while eating his meal, but lacked the bubbly atmosphere. He looked more like a man meeting a long-lost lover. Emmy's mentioning the necessity to talk about their team situation dampened that enthusiasm, but he nodded. "Agreed. I personally don't mind if Gren's here for it, or anybody else from SASG, for that matter."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - New Deli Place Sapphire found Oobleck's way of talking rather disconcerting but also sort of fascinating. Like when you have a movie and turn fast forward on so all the characters are speaking and doing everything really really quickly. While Oobleck taught his class, which from the sound of it was closer to a semester in one hour Sapphire finished up her schematic for the device she was building. While she drew she was beginning to have thoughts about possibly making the gadgets collapsible like her daggers. The ones fixed to her boots could of course simply collapse into the boots but the hands would be a bit trickier. She couldn't have them as bracelets given how Morpheus and Phobator were stored, or rather would be stored when she recreated them in a couple of days. The bell rang as Sapphire was still thinking. She packed up her drawing deciding she'd finish it in armory class. Not long after the class wrapped up she got a text from Gren saying that he'd reserved a seat for the team for lunch. It didn't sound too bad and Sapphire could see from the group nature of the text that Shiro would be there. She could ask him about the pills after lunch. After all for all his bubbliness and destructive habits, he'd never struck her as crazy. At least not in the clinical sense of the phrase. When Sapphire arrived at the caf she scanned the area but was unable to locate Gren. He was a large boar faunus, the kind of person that sticks out in a crowd. Being unable to see him in the main mess Sapphire crossed over to the little deli the school had just opened. Once inside it wasn't difficult to find Gren. The new deli place was small and Gren stood out even in the largest of crowds. She was surprised if slightly pleasantly so to see Oswald at the table along with Diamond, Emmy and the idiot from the incident with the boy on the hill. She assumed he was the new team leader. She didn't know his name. Emmy as usual looked light enough to float, most likely cause there was fish in front of her. Oswald looked as though he'd been marooned on a desert island and he'd just discovered clean water. Diamond was looking suspicious as usual and Sapphire was still having difficulty reading Gren. She sat down at the table opposite Oswald and next to Diamond. Nearest seat to the exit which also faced the exit. An old habit that she'd not been able to shake. Besides it allowed her to keep an eye out for anyone she didn't want to associate with and make a quick retreat if the situation called for it. She ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a drink before looking at Gren. "You called?" she asked wondering why he'd wanted the entire team together.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Securing Food and New Friends(?) History class had been history class. Not much else Napoli could say about it, although Beacon did have a more Vale-centric approach to the material. Personally, while Napoli enjoyed learning about history, after all it was something that he could quickly find use for, the students at Beacon appeared to be covering material his school had gone over last year. Of course most likely this was just a result of early review, a clearing of the veil that clouded past knowledge still locked away in the brains of these youthful hunters and huntresses in training. Get it? Veil like Vale. I swear I waste my best jokes internally. All that said, now was the time for food, and food would soon be acquired from the cafeteria he had seen previously during his Dei Tour. It was actually rather peaceful, seeing as Napoli had ditched both Boss and she who shall not be named, right now he could simply go about his carefree and merry way. At the cafeteria, Napoli, ever grateful for the free meals, grabbed some pasta with copious amounts of cheese. Now however came the true test of courage. Finding a seat in this overcrowded school. It was only through the vague recollection of a few other first years, that Napoli found a table that would most likely be accommodating. "Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Napoli Fiordilatte," Napoli greeted as he neared the assorted team, "I hope that my presence won't be any sort of intrusion and that you'll grant me the honor of dining with you fine gentlemen?" Who, @Jedly</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro: History Class -> Lunch When Sepia voiced that she hadn't really thought about the question when he posed it to her, she grew silent for the remainder of class. As the bell rung and signaled the start of the class, Shiro pulled out his Scroll and began to take notes on it in tablet form. He momentarily glanced over at another student who chimed in at the last moment about how he liked the food at Beacon. Something about the quality being better than his hometown. Blinking, as he didn't recognize the student Shiro kept quiet and focused on his note-taking. Fine-tuning his focus so that he caught as many important bits of the caffeinated Professor Oobleck's lecture as he could. --- The bell rung again, before Shiro knew it. Signaling the end of that class period already and the start of the lunch break. Smiling, Shiro collapsed his Scroll and put it away as he gathered his things. Looking up just in time to see Sepia grinning at him, he couldn't help but slowly grin back for whatever odd reason. Seeing other people smiling almost always made Shiro do the same, regardless of the situation. Whether their happiness and joy was infectious or his was, it was never quite clear to Shiro. Blinking, he tilted his head at Sepia's delayed answer. "First impressions?" Whatever could she mean? Had she met a lot of fun people? Come to think of it, what team was she on? Who were her teammates? Frowning, he was about to ask her what she meant by 'excellent first impressions' but became distracted at her question about lunch. "Oh, right. Lunch." Patting his tummy, he realized it was about that time. Though he didn't look like someone who ate a lot if he had the choice and Lien to, he'd constantly be eating. He had a black hole for a cast-iron stomach. Able to eat anything and in nearly any amount without becoming sick or lethargic. He just heavily preferred his high-protein rich foods. His Scroll buzzed and vibrated as he got a message. Pulling it out of his bag, he checked it as his eyes and face lit up. Looking back to Sepia, he grinned. "Yeah, I'm heading to lunch right now. Gonna meet the other Swansong members there and some extras. Would you like to come with?" Slipping his Scroll into his pocket instead, he hefted his bag and beckoned for Sepia to follow as he walked out of the class. "Come on!" --- On his way to lunch, Shiro looked up at the ceiling and 'grumped'. Frowning, he just remembered that he had forgotten to ask that one student what his favorite foods were and where did he call home. If he had his name, Shiro could just message him from his Scroll. But he didn't even remember to ask that much. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Shiro continued on his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Lunch -->Armory Ignoring the conversations around him after Cobalt and Diamond left, Oswald carefully grabbed his team leader's wallet from the table and stood as the bell rang. "See ya around, folks. Class time, I guess." Giving a nod goodbye to Sapphire and Emerald, he quickly made his way to the armory classroom and sat down, looking around. It was hard to believe it'd only been a week since a fight had broken out in here, since Marcus had practically shocked the professor with his tank. The thing about life was that, no matter what you did, time kept marching on, relentlessly. Half his team had been replaced, some entire teams had practically vanished, and people kept disappearing and being replaced almost instantly. He wasn't sure what had happened to everybody, exactly, but he knew he was curious, and that he should just keep his head down if he didn't want to get caught up in something he couldn't handle. Unfortunately, those were the kinds of situations he loved jumping recklessly into.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Lauren laughed brightly. "Man, you guys and your fancy arsenals. Sangue has an entire claw machine for an arm, you have Unchained Fury, and I got waay-hay-hayyyyyy too familiar with Ben's tonfas this morning. All I came here with were the clothes on my back, a candy store in my suitcase, and a big freaking axe. I just signed up for the class to see if I could learn more about some of the bigger, badder weapons. How to handle them if I swipe one, how to acquit myself around one...and hey, don't know if I'll ever need an upgrade, but knowing how to fix you guys up in a pinch can't hurt, either." The dark-skinned girl found herself spacing out for a second, and let out a low, content sigh. "Ohhh, crap. I think the Ibuprofen just kicked in. Wake me up if I doze, will ya, babe?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lunch > Armory Class Shiro had his usual smile on as he walked at a surprisingly normal pace to his next class. He was humming randomly, no particular tune in mind. Excited to spend another night on the town after classes with friends and future friends-to-be. Unfortunately, he had other things in mind. A prior planned arrangement, if you would. Opening up his Scroll, he added some personal reminder notes. First thing was first, he had to take care of his equipment before he could allow himself to have a little fun. His weapons had sustained a bit of damage to them in his spar with Luke. At the time, Shiro didn't detect any significant damage to the metal of Kladenets. But, he worried that upon closer inspection the geisteel/siderite alloy may have been gouged. If not, then all the better. At the very least, the protective coating on the blade was sheared off by Luke's unique drill weapons. The process to restore the coating would take some hours, half of which he could accomplish in Armory if the teacher had nothing else in mind. The other half would have to be done right after classes let out. Frowning, a little sad that his precious sword was nicked and marred, he absently shrugged. Ah, well. He'd have to get used to the upkeep of his battle rattle, especially once his team took on more missions. More future sparring matches and there was always the Vytal Festival. He couldn't realistically expect his gear to remain in pristine, sparkling condition. He would have to work hard to keep them that way, himself. Ears twitching, he couldn't remember if Gren had extended the invitation to everyone or just a select few. But, knowing him he probably would say "The more, the merrier!" which was all fine to Shiro. Shooting a text to Sepia, he decided to personally invite her. Smiling a little wider, Shiro locked his Scroll and pocketed it. Half-way to Armory Class, he ran through the processes of recoating his weapons. Quietly muttering to himself. "First, I'll have to disassemble Kladenets as I'll only need to recoat part of it. Secondly, soak the part in a degreasing solution for about 10-15 minutes. Third, I'll have to sandblast the old coating off... What PSI and grit was it again? Agh, I'll have to look that up. Shoot, what was the time length for gassing it out?" He sighed. "I guess when I get to the 'Gas Out' phase I'll have to save that for after classes let out.." Shiro continued to softly murmur to himself, strolling his merry way to Armory. Mind a clutter as he focused his energy and attention to remembering exactly how was it that he applied the protective coating to his weapons. It had been some time since he last did it. Not often that you have someone take a literal drill to your equipment.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Beginning Class Lunch was over already? Krysthane let out a sigh of disappointment as Abel left and everyone else scattered. They hadn't even gotten a chance to talk about anything. Grabbing her sandwich she quickly munched it down as she made her way to Armory. Krysthane stood in a corner and looked at her scroll, checking the class rooster. It looked like Ebon and Skyra had the class with her but Sepia had some other class. Looking around seeing none of her team mates here yet and deciding she didn't want to sit by herself she noticed someone vaguely familiar figure wearing dark colors and built like a football player she checked the roster again. As she thought Oswald Connoly, a team captain. Krysthane sat next to him somewhat loudly, hopefully drawing his attention and said cheerily, "Hey you're Oswald, leader of team CODE right? I'm Krysthane, leader of team KESS." Then she offered her hand for a shake. "I figure us team leaders should know each other in case we have to work together sometime, mind if I sit by you for today?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Lunch ==> Armory Sapphire packed up her things quickly and succinctly looking forward to her next class. Sapphire might not have been a terrible engineer but she did lack her mother's skill with numbers and calculations. As a polymath Melanie had almost been born to the work of an engineer. Sapphire could only aspire to be that good. The schematic she'd been working on all day was tucked into her school books. As far as she could tell the principles the device operated on was sound. But Sapphire's experience with actual forging was somewhat limited. Working from a tested and proved schematic wouldn't be difficult, it was simply a matter of following the instructions but if something went wrong with her invention Sapphire wasn't confident that she had the skills to determine the source of the problem and repair it. That was the reason she was taking armory class. Being able to adapt was the most important skill a hunter could have whether it be out in the field or simply working a piece of metal. Sapphire thought this through as she walked towards armory class. She resolved to go over her figures and proposed materials before attempting to create a prototype. It was safer to have all the theoretical safely in order before moving on to the practical. As she walked though the hall Sapphire spotted a white head of fur and the memories of the pills she'd found in Shiro's name came flooding back. She needed to talk to him about that. It could very well turn out to be nothing but if she was going to be on the same team as Shiro she needed to be sure of his competency. "Kuhaku!" Sapphire shouted over the crowd. She weaved through people to catch up to her teammate. When she'd gotten close she grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out the throng of people and into one of the unused classrooms in the hall. Sapphire flipped the lights on throwing the formerly darkened room into sharp relief. "Kuhaku, we need to talk. I'm going to guess you can imagine what this is able."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Being Manhandled Shiro sighed, his ears drooping. He didn't want the process of doing maintenance eat up all of his time and prevent him from spending time with friends. One thing was certain, he would be running a little late afterwards. Come to think of it, did Gren specify a time? "Aww, man. The curing process alone would take-" His ears perked up, hearing a familiar voice call out to him. Whirling around, he blinked when he recognized the face of his team leader. But, why was she calling out his name? Tilting his head, he blinked again. Was he seeing things or.. "Sapphire? What-" She swiftly snaked her way through the other students on their way to class and managed to grab his arm in a particularly sensitive spot. Causing him to wince, sucking air in through his teeth. "Ow! Hey, what are you-!" Before he knew it, he was practically shoved backwards. Tripping over his own feet, he fell and rolled clumsily into a vacant room. Standing up as Sapphire closed the door and cut on the lights, he held a hand to his head. One eye shut in slight annoying pain. Irritated, he sharply questioned her. "Oi, what gives?" His aggravation with her died when he heard the serious tone in her voice. Whatever it was, apparently it was important and critical enough to risk being late to class. When she mentioned the need to talk, he already half knew what she wanted to talk about but he didn't want to let her know that. Ears slightly drooping, he rubbed the back of his head as his eyes flitted to and fro. Unable to maintain eye contact, he feigned blissful ignorance. "U-uh...No? I don't think I do know what this is about. Buut...can't it wait until after classes or something? We're going to be late and I hate being late, soo...Tootles!..." Nonchalantly walking past his leader, he reached for the door and was just about to open it.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies Sangue heard a feminine voice ask if she was alright. Right when she simply said "No," a powerful tide pushed both Sangue and the greatsword wielder away from the shark. Someone had intentionally blasted the Grimm and herself away from each other. Sangue tightly pressed her body against the greatsword wielder, thankful that she did not have her already-rugged robes on. As the blue-haired man got out of the water, Sangue remained sticking to his back. She admittedly found a distaste with deep water. With her Apophis Claw shortened once more and her blade within her sheath, the Huntress turned to the pool, remaining still plastered on the man she divekicked moments ago. "It's getting desperate," she said with her serious tone, though it was hard to take her seriously at this point. The red-haired man who was somehow getting slam dunked into the water repeatedly clearly represented not only his admirable courage(?), but also the Grimm's clear desperation surfacing. @floodtalon @Lugubrious @Guess Who</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -- Armory Cian rubbed her forehead she could feel the headache coming on. Still she had a job to do so might as well get started. First of all she had the basic materials but she still needed the items to make the headgear. So with that in mind she quickly followed Luke to the scrap pile and began digging for materials for her headpiece part of her little project. So far she found the basics of one a bit rough and probably not the greatest at the moment but with some time she was sure that it would serve her need. With that in mind she continued to shift through the scrap looking for any more pieces that she could use.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Shiro frowned when the Professor announced the assignment for the day. Create a functional piece of headgear within a certain time frame? Sure, each student was allotted 10 orders for materials. That wasn't the problem, however. What could Shiro come up with in half an hour that wasn't already conceived? Protective helmets? Done already. Ballistic eyewear? Also done. Communication devices? Uh, done. Masks and rebreathers for environments that posed an immediate CBRN threat? Check, roge. The tech already present and in use by Hunters and the military alike to date was extensive and impressive. Was the Professor looking the students to potentially come up with something new? Or would he not mind if they were all to recreate something that was already in full production by companies and manufacturers being churned out by the second? So many questions, so little time to worry about them. Personally, Shiro would be dissatisfied to make something that someone else with a lot more resources, time, and Lien was already pumping out. He wasn't about to just slap together a hat or something and call it a day, it wasn't in him to do that. Sure, he has his lazy moments. But, today was not about to be one of those days in one of his favorite classes. Besides, he had other plans in mind and wanted to focus on the repair of Kladenets. He'd concern himself with the class assignment once he at least made a little headway on his blade first. Shaking his head, Shiro got out of his seat and immediately began to search for protective mask and the Degreaser tank. Locating a pair, he affixed the mask to his face and pulled the elastic string behind his head. He already had gloves on, so he wasn't worried about that. Granted, he always had coverings on his arms but... Setting the spine of Kladenets' blade into the Degreaser grate, he then walked over to the tank and filled it with the scrubbing solution that would remove any contaminants from his precious weapon part. Lowering the grate that contained the metal spine into the tank, Shiro pulled his Scroll out of his pocket and set a timer for 15 minutes. As the seconds began to count down, Shiro folded and crossed his arms as he stood in front of the degreaser tank. Silently conversing with himself, he set forth with organizing his thoughts. At least, attempting to anyways. "Okay...So, 15 minutes in the Degreaser. Afterwards remove it from the solution and let it air dry..." Looking up at the ceiling, he cocked an eyebrow as he itched the side of his head. "Crap, I may have to find some gloves after all. I'm certain my own personal wear gloves aren't sterile to handle Kladenets' spine after a dunk in that solution..." Shrugging to himself, he recrossed his arms as he stared at the soaking weapon part in the tank. "Now, about that assignment...What could I come up with that hasn't already been thought of?" Grabbing his chin in a "Thinker" look, he focused his mental power. "It can't be something complex, I don't have the patience for that at the moment. I'm sure my fellow classmates are going to come up with all kinds of craziness. I don't feel like messing with any electronics right now either..." Furrowing his brow, he scratched at his ears. "It has to be simple, but still functional. Headwear is a pretty broad and vague term. Nearly anything can be considered 'headwear'..." He tapped his gloved finger on his chin repeatedly. "Hmm..." Pulling out his Scroll, he decided to distract himself by browsing the Web. Mainly, what he looked for was gear that was currently being fielded by the military and Hunters presently. "Simple, yet isn't really already in wide or common use." Looking to his left and right, his golden eyes searched for his teammates Gren and Sapphire. What were they coming up with? What was everyone else working on? Gren seemed to already have some sort of breathing apparatus in the making. Sapphire had some sort of gloves in the works. The two of them collaborating, it appeared. Mind wandering, Shiro started to take note the diversity of his classmates. How many of them were human and Faunus? Each person drastically differing from the next. Ears perking, Shiro started to feel an idea coming on. Inspiration creeping into his mind and body. "Wait..." The cogs and gears of his mental machinations began to turn. "Faunus typically have advantages over Humans such as increased sensory acuity. Like sharper vision, keener sense of hearing, and noses sensitive to smell. Maybe I can make something relating to that? Bridge that gap a little." Shiro began to tap his foot. "Hmm..." An imaginary light bulb popped up above his head, brightly lit. Shiro snapped his fingers. "I got it!" Opening up a drawing application on his held Scroll, Shiro began to sketch out a crude blueprint of what he was going to fabricate. As he furiously sketched, he pointed a finger at the Degreaser tank as if to tell it to stay there. Wandering away, he simultaneously searched for a pair of sterile gloves. "I'll make a collar or choker of some sort! On its rear I'll put a little vial of glass filled with a glow-in-the-dark chemical! That way, in low-light situations, our hooman comrades can still safely locate other teammates without giving away out positions if we're in close proximity! Maybe even have some chemical that reacts to Aura levels to indicate current state of health and basic electronics to wirelessly connect to our Scrolls for hands-free comms! Simple, functional, and I don't think glow stick collars are in current wide use!" Pleased with himself, Shiro grinned underneath his protective medical mask. While most Faunus had enhanced night vision, his human counterparts didn't have that luxury. Something as basic as a glow-in-the-dark collar worn can help prevent blue-on-blue incidents in stressful moments on the field. As personal identifiers hell, it may even be a little stylish. Only problem was it may seem a little racy. After all, something worn on the neck could be seen as some sort of subservience or submissiveness from Faunus-kin to Humans. Ah, well. People could get over themselves.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi Well, she could have made less progress today... She just could have made more, too. Blame Luke and the Mistralese girl for being so interesting, blame Chatsworth for giving her this assignment before she'd even had time to procure a pair of sacrificial Aviators (which, not being technological items as much as total babe starter equipment, were not included in the Armory tech Valhalla), hell, the urge to blame Amaranth for looking so irresistibly scruffy-cute next to her? There in spades. Truth was, none of those were really applicable. Lauren had herself to blame, having spent most of the period sketching out blueprints and ideas for what she could do, only to cross out things that no one short of a nuclear physicist could possibly achieve with a frame and a couple lenses. What had survived made its way to four sheets of loose leaf, one with each member of BASL's name scribbled atop it in scratch much messier than the actual blueprints themselves. From here, design motifs for each member of the team, as well as functions that were uniquely necessary for each of those members (battery readouts for Ben, a link to Sangue's claw, etc.) were listed along with renderings of how the glasses would look. Ben's frames would be the thickest, as he had the Capitano-spec glasses that headed up the BASL network, and Amy was half-Faunus so she had the night vision thing going plus her Semblance, so maybe ease up on her lenses... Ooooh, this is exciting! With any luck, at this rate, she could turn in the entire team's worth of glasses by the project due date! Only the niggling problem of whether anyone else thought it was a badass, sexy idea to wear Aviators into a combat zone remained to her. She glanced at Desire, who was currently spinning a propeller like a pinwheel and looking quizzically at a cap. ... ROLLIN' WITH IT~ On yet a fifth sheet of paper, she began to scribble out a shopping list for the next time she was in Vale. The team was going to need some shades.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies A fusillade of bullets, combined with a plethora of furious, adrenaline-empowered attacks, did not bode well for the Megaladeus. Through the Grimm's rage boiled its blood, too much of its ebony-colored vital fluid spilled out into the water to evaporate like smoke. Ultimately, it would have been able to work up the wrath to go berserk if it had not been for a high-caliber round straight through its control center. After that, all the ferocious shark could do was slump down into the water, turn belly-up, and become chum. Quite abruptly, Abel's energy fell. In the pool, the last few charcoal chunks of the beast were melting away. Spent rounds floated to the bottom of the murky water, promising to give some poor filter technician a downright awful afternoon. Some of the students cheered, some posed dramatically, and some, like the guardian- simply remained still. To engage such a powerful monster in its own territory ignited primal instincts of fear and self-preservation in all, but in Abel they beat with a particular fervor. No matter how good he got at it, he supposed that he would never enjoy fighting Grimm. To him, it seemed like taking some medicine to calm a cancer: satisfying and necessary, but never free of concern for the fate that lay ahead. Solemnly, Abel dressed himself, and at Port's prompting seated himself along with everyone else back in the lecture hall to digest some intelligence about aquatic Grimm. Whether due to fatigue or lack of focus, the time passed quickly. -=Evening=- Another day of classes had gone. Not for the first time, Abel remarked to himself as he sat on his dorm bed, bespectacled and reading, that the expectations Beacon placed on the students was huge. Aura could only take people so far; at the end of every school day, the student who didn't feel like a sack of wobbly potatoes on legs drawn magnetically to bed was a lucky one indeed. And to think that he'd be expected to fulfill this routine for four years! Ah, well. Even if it did call for more energy Abel didn't know he could muster, another event lay on his schedule. His teammate, Gren, and his friend, Grane -what an odd coincidence...- were throwing some sort of bash, to which the guardian had been invited. Supposing that he might as well try this thing called 'fun' while the opportunity presented itself, Abel heaved himself from his bed, placed his book and his glasses on a table, and reached for his favorite jacket. Time to get ready.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Res Hall At the Gates of the Vineyard --- Knock Knock. His hand descended upon the wood twice, knuckles rapping against the door clearly and resolutely. "Straight after classes. Don't be tardy." That was what Gratia Mindaro had ordered of him, hours ago during the brief stint where they had shared a lunch table. It was a good thing he'd broken out of a nasty habit of skipping such meetings outright. As his hand dropped back to his side, he found it subconsciously tugging against the edge of his uniform, straightening it out an almost imperceptible amount. The action arguably served the same amount of purpose as twiddling one's thumbs. Something to keep his nerves occupied. The only time he truly found himself still was when he was asleep, after all. Half-wishing he'd stopped by JCML's room to toss his messenger bag onto his bed for later use, he instead waited there in slience with it slung over his shoulder. I'm going to have my hair studied by my Kuudere Tsundere KuuTsun Tundra Mistralese transfer student classmate. What manga are we parodying here, exactly? I feel like I've read this. Idle thoughts did their thing as they always did. He wasn't going to find the answer, but he couldn't help but wonder anyways. It was about the only place one could think of to find such a strange scenario. Granted, such a scene would also carry connotations he had long dispelled any hopes for in this instance... Nonetheless, whoever wove the threads of fate seemed to be having a blast with him. His free hand snuck into a pocket. He had no control over what situations life threw at him anyway. Just what I do with them. Even he couldn't get very far quibbling over nothing forever.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - After hours at the Armory Staring into the viewing window of the massive walk-in furnace where Kladenets' spine was placed, Shiro removed his protective goggles and mask. Smiling as he slipped out his Scroll, he set a timer for two hours. Feeling productive, he set his hands on his hips and nodded affirmatively as the weapon part proceeded into its 'De-gassing' phase of its repairs. Turning on his heels, he started to make his way back to his dorm. Straightaway after classes let out, Shiro had prepped the damaged component of his blade. With the full intention of having it go through its longest process while he took care of a few other tasks on his list of things to do. He hoped that he could finally find the time to attempt to locate Sapphire's treasured heirlooms. By that time, he figured he'd be able to remove Kladenets from the furnace and set it aside to complete the remainder of the repairs some other time and day while he went to attend Gren's party. That was the plan, at least. Running through his plans again and again in his head, he made sure to have his priorities in order. The only real variable that he could foresee was the search for Sapphire's weapons. Two hours should be plenty of time, right? One hour in the water below, one hour along the cliffside. Should be more than enough time, right? -Team SASG Dorm- Door practically kicked open, Shiro stood with a big smile on his face. Happily humming as he walked over to his bunk and leaned against it as he thought of what he needed to bring and what not to bring. Ignoring Abel who peaceably sat reading, he began to rummage through his belongings. At the very least he needed something that would allow himself to see clear underwater, that purpose fulfilled by his swim goggles. Looking at them, he frowned. He hadn't found the time to relax and go swimming for one of his training sessions. He'd have to remember to do that in the future. Digging through his things, he figured all he needed then was a small handheld light that could work underwater. Simple enough, he had a rugged LED flashlight that he was positive that was rated for water-resistance up to 60 ft. Or something like that anyways. How deep was the lake again? Shiro shrugged. Nabbing a plastic bag to protect his Scroll with, Shiro stripped down to just his arm wrappings and trousers, leaving his discarded articles of clothing where they fell. Looking himself over, Shiro nodded and decided it was finally time to go 'diving'. Stuffing the flashlight and plastic bag-encased Scroll into his pockets, Shiro hung the swim goggles over his head and neck as he padded out of the dorm room. Bare-chested and bare-footed, Shiro slammed the door shut behind him. Cracking his neck and hopping in place, he figured the trip to the airship docks should be utilized to warm his body up. There was no telling how cold that water was going to be and he needed to be ready. Crouching down on all fours and stretching the major muscle groups of his body as best he could in that short amount of time, Shiro then exploded into a sprint towards the docks. He had to do this all within a certain time frame after all.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship Docks Dryly swallowing, a nervous bead of sweat rolled down the side of Shiro's face as he stared over the precipice of the docks. He wasn't worried about the lake below, he adored playing in bodies of water. While he wasn't an olympic athlete, he was still fully confident in his swimming abilities. That wasn't the problem. Was it his confidence in his climbing abilities? Well, his body was hardy and strong, hell it had to be. Considering the abuse he puts it through both intentionally from training or unintentionally due to his clumsy nature he wouldn't have made it this far at Beacon if he couldn't take some physical strain. If he couldn't take a hit, he wouldn't have any ground to stand on for the gauntlet of physical burden morning sparring classes and the cruel torture at the hands of Professor Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh in practice class. He wasn't about to scale a mountain for funsies bare-handed with no tools. Even though he probably would have to do that because he hadn't thought that far ahead. No. The problem was that his mind was its own worst enemy. The problem, was Shiro developing a new fear of extreme heights. Or, at least what he perceived to be 'extreme'. He was experiencing a sickly feeling of vertigo the longer the stared over the edge, a fretful look etched onto his facial features. He started to come up with excuses not to dive over the edge. Shoot, he forgot his towel. He didn't mind getting wet, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling sometimes. What if he didn't make it back in time to complete the repairs on his weapon, he could cause irreparable damage to Kladenets if he let it cook for too long. Truthly, that was impossible because he knew the metal could withstand a dip into an active volcano. He was feeling achy too. Practice class had each student pair up for what was called 'Basic Aura Control' and beat on each other for the remainder of the class. How long ago had he eaten? With sore body and full belly, the dunk into the lake below could end up nasty. There was also the fact of how in the hell he was going to make it back up to the docks. His mind rolled through excuse after excuse, unending. There he stood, nothing but his trousers and arm wrappings. Goggles around his neck, small flashlight in his hand. He was in no way, shape, or form prepared for what he was about to do. His body felt like it was a statue, made of stone and ten times as heavy. White ears drooping, tail lazily sweeping at his ankles, was he really about to do this? Shiro didn't even really like Sapphire. He felt she thought the same. What did he owe her? What had she done for him? Sighing, he shook his head sadly. He really didn't want to do this. "But, I still have to." Frowning, he deeply inhaled and puffed out his chest. "It was my fault she lost them." Forcefully exhaling, he smacked his palms against the cheeks of his face. "How would I feel in her place? If the roles were reversed and she caused me to lose Kladenets and Perun..." Hopping in place to get the blood pumping and flowing, he started to hype himself up. "I'd be pretty upset and hurt." Stretching and popping a few joints, he limbered up. "Come on, Kuhaku! Courage! Bravery! What's a 100-foot drop anyways?! What, like it'll kill you?!" He froze. "Y-yeah, probably. Especially if I land badly..." Angry with himself for this whole situation, he frantically ruffled his white head of hair and let out an exasperated growl. "GAAAH! DAMN IT! I DON'T WANNA!" He dropped to his knees and punched at the ground repeatedly. Annoyed, he really didn't like the way things were looking. No mistake about it, he intended on jumping very soon. A few more minutes, and he'll just 'YOLO' and do it. It could even be fun. At the very least, it'll make for an exciting story to bring back.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorms Hgrphbl-- This was too much! W-Was she doing this on purpose?! Did the basketball ace whom he'd somehow become best friends with as a senior, also one year his junior, somehow squirm her way into Beacon under the guise of a replacement transfer student?! Had she replaced Basketball and Running for a hardcore statdump into Swimming?! Where'd she even find the Soul Vessel?! No, that's not it. On purpose or not, she isn't this innocent, be it genuinely or just as a facade. No, that girl is in-your-face-no-shame-at-all perverted. This... This was different. This degree of cuteness was natural, a different beast than that of a certain athlete. Not that she wasn't cute, either, but her cuteness was just of a different breed. Sort of. His head stopped swirling out of control, and he forced himself back on topic with an extraordinary effort. "Sure, I'd be glad to help once Miss Mindaro's finished with me." Surely her study couldn't take that long, could it? He would, at some point during those four years he spent at the school, learn to smack himself one should he ever think or say that again. But as a wide-eyed, naive freshman, he simply did not know better.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte (Ground Pounding Action at the Airship Docks) "I must say, never seen someone take nature vs nurture so literally. Did Mother Nature really piss you off that much?" A voice quipped behind Shiro's head. "That said, I suppose Mother Nature is exceptionally thick skulled, you might actually have to pound harder to get her attention. Some might even say she's hard as rock." Now that he had Shiro's attention, Napoli raised a single hand in greeting, and as always, accompanied it with a massive grin. The huntsman in training, fresh out of his first day of classes at Beacon, had felt the need to escape. The boss kept getting on his case about going to a party, Beryl was still asleep last he saw her, and well... well, no one else deserved mention. They should be Gratious he even thought of them for a split second. That was terrible. Even her name is useless for puns. What else can I say? Mind the row? What sense does that make. Anyway, back to the stuff that mattered. Despite these rapid fire thoughts, Napoli's greeting for Shiro did not miss a beat or experience any delays. Shiro may have been a Tiger, but the cat did not have his tongue. See, even Shiro's name works better for jokes. Sorry. Focus Napoli. As his raised hand came down and extended into an offered handshake, Napoli took the opportunity for a proper introduction this time, "Greetings Signor, name's Napoli Fiordilatte, we've bumped into each other a few times but we never quite got the opportunity for a proper introduction. You're Shiro," There was a brief pause as Napoli racked his brain for a last name, before being forced to forfeit, "Sorry, I don't think I ever had the chance to learn your last name. Regardless, I'm pleased to meet you. mind if I ask what brings you out here?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Airship docks After a few bashes against the ground, Shiro's knuckles started to smart and throb with a dull pain. Figuring he should stop while he was still ahead, he stopped his assault and groaned as he shook his hands out to rid them of their aches. He'd be needing his hand in peak condition. He'd be using them later, after all. At that time, a semi-familiar voice chirped behind him and his ears perked. Head and ears swiveling to look behind him, he vaguely remembered the face attached to said voice. Blinking, it took him a moment to process the Hunter's words. He didn't get the puns and jokes at first, but it'll hit him later. When the gentleman grinned, the infectiousness caused Shiro to grin also. Why? He didn't quite know. Shiro just sat there on the ground as the young man continued to speak. Some of his lingo Shiro couldn't decipher, deepening his confusion and creating a brief awkward silence. The awkwardness of the moment grew even more when Shiro realized that the guy knew his name, yet he didn't have the decency to remember his. Something having to do with pools and lattes? He couldn't remember. "Uhh...Huh?" He shook his head, attempting to rattle his brains in order to break free from his confusion. "Oh, hi. Yeah, you're that guy that won against Sapphire by technical default." As soon as the words were uttered, his memory was jump started. Expression brightening, "Oh! Hi! That's right, I ran into you once. I think. Uh, the last name's Kuhaku. Pleased to meet you too, Napolo!" When he was questioned as to his purpose for being there, Shiro distractedly looked back over to the edge of the docks and back at up at the gentleman with the strange name. He wasn't sure if he should keep what he was doing on the down low, so without giving it much more thought he half-lied. "Ah...I...I was going to practice my swan dive. Th-then some laps in the lake below. Finishing off with some rock climbing." He leaned out slightly, peering closer to the edge before resituating himself. "Y-yeah...That's it. Just some...hardcore training! Heh.." He turned to flash the 'guy' a half-baked grin with a silly thumbs-up gesture. Only an complete idiot would buy that sorry-ass white lie.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon looked outside his window with his new scope sight. It was gimmicky and heavy, so he knew he needed to work more on it. Putting the device down Ebon walked over to his bed and fell on it. He was debating what he wanted to do. If he remembered correctly, Krysanthe was going to go off and fight someone, Skyra was going to hang out with her girlfriend, and Sepia... Was off doing something. That left Ebon a lot of time alone, as he's often want to do. "Huuuuh. I guess I'll head to town." Changing into something fashionable and grabbed his scroll and wallet. As he was walking towards the air docks Ebon figured he'd text his team and let them know that he'll be out. When he arrived to the air docks Ebon noticed a couple of students near the cliff. A few boys even jumped off, either to their death or to the lake below. Since he didn't have anything better to do Ebon walked over and tried to figure out what was going on by reading everyone's mind. To help facilitate their thoughts he also asked. "What's going on here?" @SevenStormStyle@PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms "It wouldn't have bEeN fUN if you hadN't been wILlING." For an instant, the pressure in the room felt as if it had increased, but the sudden shift in their environment disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Gratia returned her eyes to her notebook, pen scratching down further observations that had been noted during that intense minute. Intense fear, embarrassment and surprise were a range of emotions that could influence the movement of Luke Schwarz' hair, but were they the only forms of stimulus? All of which she had observed were related to a sense of discomfort or negativity. Could that have been the deciding factor behind its movement, with only the emotional states as correlating variables? She needed to inquire further. "What brings about positive emotions in you?" asked the solemn Mistralese girl. Would emotions of happiness, joy and the like too engage Schwarz' ahoge?</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm His breath hitched in surprise and he found his eyes sharp once more, instincts screaming at him with the sudden change in pressure as her voice almost seemed to... warp. Taking on an edge he'd never actually heard before, an edge that felt predatory, dangerous. Crazy. His brows knit together. Wait. His body tensed under the pressure. This wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Just the first it had ever been directed at him, it had ever been this clear. That's right-- Her fight with Cian. The same change happened. There was a common thread here, a trend obvious enough that even he, who hardly knew how to read between the lines when it counted, could pick it out with ease. In contrast with her typical personality, Gratia Mindaro had only begun to bare her fangs in one specific context. Fighting. Combat. Be it sparring or otherwise, Gratia Mindaro was the antithesis of the nigh-pacifistic, "talk-first-and-throw-punches-later" boy under her study. The signs were pointing towards that conclusion. Underneath that veneer of icy, solemn bluntness lied something ferocious, something vicious. Something he had only seen hints of, in moments so brief you'd almost believe them merely imagination. Berserker. And as quickly as it had came, that intimidating, oppressive aura vanished, and the room became normal once again. As if she had never changed, Mindaro was right back to work, pen scrawling across paper as her impassive onyx eyes remained glued to her notes thus far. "Positive emotions..." He frowned contemplatively, folding his arms and legs as he once again looked upwards to the ceiling, this time in thought. "Well, helping people is definitely one of them. I try to help out with things if I can." he stated, head coming back down in a nod. "It's redundant to say, but I also do enjoy having fun: messing around with friends, playing games, going for a ride on my bike every once in a while, meeting pretty girls, enjoying a good meal, giving my little sisters a hard time, even just lighthearted conversation." He looked to her again, searching for whatever reaction would come. "I think I'm like most people: I like doing things that I want to do."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Airship Docks Besides just a casual "hello" toward Oswald when he approached the slowly growing group, Robert mostly stood in silent confusion. At first he believed that maybe Oswald was helping Sapphire find her misplaced weapons until Shiro felt the sudden urge to start his "workout" now instead of later and Oswald made a comment about saying the wrong thing. Something other than a tiger-faunas' extreme training session was going on here, he could at least see that. It was once Gren talked to him that Robert finally began to see the big picture. Shiro had done something to make him feel responsible for his team leader's weapons go missing and was now on a quest to solve that problem. The workout stuff that Shiro had mentioned to Napoli was just made up for some reason, probably because he didn't want help. Was Robert naive? Oh hell yeah. But was he an idiot? Despite what many might think, the answer would be no. Shooting Gren a thumbs-up, Robert smiled and said, "I promise we'll bring him back, not only safe and sound, but with a clear conscious too. I mean really, what's the worse that could happen?" Robert then began rapidly stripping out of his clothes until he was down to just his pants, underwear, and weapons. As he was getting everything into a semi-neat pile, another voice seemed to appear from nowhere. "Nothing much. Just going for a nice swim is all," Robert responded to the voice. Looking up, he searched the area for where it came from. There was only one person in sight, he couldn't tell who it was since he had already taken his glasses off, but they seemed to be too far away to be the source. The voice sounded as if it was close enough to have been spoken inside his own head. It was a bit creepy actually. Ah well," he said as he shrugged before looking back at the cliff side. "CANNONBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!" Robert shouted as he jumped off, pulled his legs against his chest, and crossed his arms.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane yawned and looked at her beeping scroll, she just wanted to nap for a few minutes before getting ready for the night on the town. Glancing at it she smacked herself lightly on the forehead. SHE'D TOTALLY FORGOTTEN! She jumped out of her bed and began racing towards the gym. Her scroll beeped and again and she looked at it slightly irritated while running and attempting not to smash into everything. Luckily the message was quickly so Krysthane quickly stowed the scroll away and found herself outside of the gym. She took a deep breath or two, smoothed down her somewhat wild yellow hair, and walked in calmly. "Ah Emerald, good to see you're already prepared. I guess since we're both ready we can start." Krysthane said confidently as she took a ready stance, clearly willing to let Emerald make the first move. Krysthane stood with her left leg slightly forward, her right arm loosly held by her right leg and her left arm crooked just in front of her stomach. Her plan was the same as last fight, use only kicks for the first part until her opponent was adjusted, then hit em with a sucker punch. If that didn't work... well she would figure out something, this was just for fun after all.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - An unnamed lake, just outside of Beacon What was he even worried about in the first place? Normally, Shiro had zero fear of heights. Hell, his first day at Beacon he was launched into a forest filled with Grimm and he handled it no problem. He figured something must've been off, maybe his medication altered his personality more deeply than he thought. The loud roar of the winds whipping him and that dreadful sinking feeling wasn't the most delightful thing in the world, but why was he scared? All these wonders and more were erased from his mind the moment his body dipped into the waters. Though it wasn't cold, the temperature was low enough to immediately send chills up his spine and made him almost want to gasp. That would've been bad of course, swallowing a large volume of water into his lungs. His mission would've ended right then and there, with emergency services been sent out to retrieve him. Thankfully, he had enough willpower to resist the urge and shook it off. Breaching the surface of the lake's waters, it was then that he resumed his normal breathing. Turning his head head left and right, Shiro located the breathing gear Gren gave him and his flashlight. Sliding his goggles over his eyes, he pressed the mask against his face and cinched down the straps to alleviate the bad fitting. Shaking his head to make sure that everything was good to go, a sixth sense alerted him to an incoming presence. Turning back around and looking up from where he had jumped off from, his glowing blue eyes widened as he saw other bodies jumping down after him. They didn't intend on stopping him, did they? Did they think he jumped over to harm himself? Surely, they couldn't be some reactionary rescue diver team. Frowning, Shiro clicked on his flashlight to check if it worked. Thankfully, it did. Not wanting to be snatched up in some other bull, Shiro got right to work. Lunging down into the lake's waters, Shiro got to his search. He figured that since Sapphire's weapons were metallic, the flashlight's beams could possibly gleam and reflect off of it to help him find it faster. His plan was to swim around the lake's perimeter and work his way in at a sort of spiral. Once at the lake's center, the next step was to scale back up to Beacon and see if they landed in some rocky crevice. Looking over his shoulder, he watched anyone tailing him before powering through the lake. His little light flitting to and fro as he scanned, he left behind a trail of bubbles as he swam.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Jorie Ngo Jorie Ngo - ??? "Hello Darkness, My Old Friend," Jorie hummed out, confined inside of a cramped area that only slivers of light managed to pierce through her hidden hiding place. Soon enough, her front pocket hoodie started to vibrate, it light up as well giving unnecessary light to blind her. She grumbled lightly, twisting her legs towards the side as her thighs were squeezing tight against her chest, and she carefully took out her scroll with her human arm. Taking out the bright electronic, her legs went back to their original position and placed the tablet onto her knees propping it up as she stared at the text message. >Sender: Glynda Goodwitch >Receiver: Senior Students >Body:Good afternoon, students. I am sending you this message for the purpose of an open request: Team CPLT has not appeared in any of its classes today, and aren't in their dorm either. Airship dock surveillance indicates that they've not left that way -be advised, some freshmen are leaping from the airship to the lake below, and may require adult supervision- and team IFRA's patrol in the Emerald Forest hasn't found them either. If you are available, please try and locate CPLT as a favor to the Beacon staff. The possible locations they could be are: Combat Arena, Aura Control Room, Gym, Pool, Roof, Survival Building, Practice Area. Oh? Embarrassingly enough, Jorie didn't know much about Team CPLT, but it seemed that they were in trouble or something that didn't seem too nice. She started to lightly squirm inside of her hiding place, trying to find a more comfortable position where her claw arm didn't slide against her entire body. Though, two more messages seemed to vibrate against her body, making her shiver just a little. >Sender: Sterling Johnson >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Was headed 2 the firing range, I'll look for CPLT while I'm there. U guys gonna help out? "Yes." Jorie said to herself, her face flushing as she realized that she tried to talk to a tablet. The Shrimp didn't exactly like the way that Sterling was typing, but it seemed that everyone had their own way typing to express themselves? She shrugged to herself before moving her hand to tablet to type a response before someone else responded before she could even start typing. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Yes, as Goodwitch assistant, affairs like this are also important to me. I am going to the roof first by staircase. "Ok." Drat, she just did it again. Jorie bit at her lower lip before looking at the name Goodwitch. She was the lady that was in the screen after the fight... Right? She had a bad time remembering people by name, she could remember faces not names, that is why likes icons on these scrolls so much! They are quite helpful for her at least, though she moved her human hand to type out a message to the two of her allies. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JSSC >Body: Ok, I think I'll be going to the pool. Good luck everyone! She stared at the message for a good minute, searching for any errors within her basic reply before hesitantly sending the text. She moved her body around once again, shoving her scroll into the front hoodie pocket before using her foot to gently tap onto the end of her hiding place. The metal door creaked open before Jorie slid out of her locker, her claw arm scrapping against the metal before landing onto the tiled floor. The Shrimp gently closed the locker before heading her way to the pool, one of her favorite places inside of the school.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Firing Range Cian let out a small sigh as she lifted up the pair of "goggles" she was wearing till it was resting on her head. It was a partially complete project from the armory class and she figured that since all things considered despite how odd they looked it was pretty good in the function. The only problem she had so far was that the lenses glowed and she had no idea on how to fix that part. Still as she slid the goggles over head once more and changed byakko into its sniping mode she layed down on a mat as she breathed out lightly as she took aim at her target once more. It was a pretty odd all things considered since her "target" was nothing more than 8 cans stacked on top of each other but was also impaled on a large branch. Still she let out her breath and lightly muttered "targeting value system on" as she slid a small nob at the side of her goggles to get the needed information as she let out a few more shots to see just how accurate the information she was being fed was. She let out a small smirk though when she heard her bullet hit the bottom most can with a satisfying clink.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lake There it was. He finally saw it. Or at least, something that could've been it. Smiling, Shiro swam deeper towards the bottom. As he got closer Shiro's body was suddenly grabbed and tossed violently to the side. Immediately confused and dazed, it took him a moment to realize what it was. There were some strong currents at play that he unfortunately couldn't detect. Frustrated, he tried for a second time to swim towards the glintt. For a second time, another current grabbed him up and whipped him around until he was freed from its grasp. Pouting, he exhaled another bunch of bubbles. Even though he's a strong swimmer, he wasn't about to fight against some force of nature that can easily drown and pancake him. He just wasn't equipped to do that. Genetically or otherwise, he also had to reserve his energy for the climb back up to Beacon. For a moment, Shiro floated there and looked around him for some way he figure out what to do next. The major problem at the moment where these currents that could throw him off course, wasting precious time and energy. If he could find some way to detect where they were, he could avoid them and make his way to the shiny objects he was sure he saw. Inspiration dawning on him, he quickly discovered his answer. Swimming around the lake were other small aquatic lifeforms. One of them being a school of fish. Observing their swim patterns, he figured they knew how to navigate through the currents. Smirking under his rebreather mask, he couldn't believe his genius. Following a school of fish that appeared to be swimming in the same direction he needed to go, he kept his distance so as to not disturb and scare them off. They were his lifeline for right now. If this was botched, he'd be stuck in the middle of a violent lake with no daggers in hand. As he slowly swam behind the school of piscine life, he wondered why such a lake had currents in the first place. He figured that the lake was just an isolated body of water. That line of thinking had to be wrong, because if that were true then the lake's waters would be calm and still. The peaceful appearance was just a facade, apparently. Looking around, he quickly figured that there must've been some sort of underground river system that the lake was fed by and connected to. That was the only thing he could think of that made any sense. If that was indeed the case, then that worried him. If the lake was connected to some underground rivers, then there was a high possibility that Sapphire's daggers could be long gone. Lost to some cave system that could have spanned miles underground. Shaking his head and refocusing his thoughts, he looked up just in time to see the school of fish riding a lake current away. Looking down, he was pleased to find himself directly above the shining object he saw. Swimming straight down, he was thankful there were no other currents to drag him away. Within clear eyesight, he saw that the shining object was incorrect. Shining objects being plural was the key. At the lake's bottom, he dug his feet and claws into the lakebed and pulled himself towards the gleaming pile of random junk. Digging through, he found a few things that were quite valuable and interesting. The rest was just scrap. For a brief moment, he wondered if he should pick up the hobby of spelunking. It made him feel like a treasure hunter, and he liked the idea. Who knows, it could be a nice source of income. Though, unreliable. Still, he found that many items he rifled through he could bring back and collect a pretty penny for. None of what he dug out were Sapphire's daggers. Undaunted, Shiro was certain that her daggers had to have ended up here. Pausing his search, Shiro looked up and around at himself. Question was, why did all of this stuff collect here? Furrowing his brows, he figured the currents had to play some part in this. Maybe they churned and coalesced all of the heavy objects here at the lake's center. Shrugging, he contented himself with that answer. Continuing his dig through the twinkling pile, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Something about this wasn't right but he couldn't pin exactly what. Maybe he was just excited and that nervous energy was getting to him. Didn't help that some people were chasing after him for one reason or an- Vibrate, vibrate. Flash, flash. Shiro blinked, freezing. Looking down at his trousers, they were blinking at him. Digging through his pockets he pulled out his Scroll to see that he had a message from Gren. Smiling under his rebreather mask as he read it, he made an "Aha!" head motion. Clarity bestowed, he began type up a response to Gren thanking him. Following that, he prepared a group message to the students Gren named in his message. Back turned, Shiro was completely unaware of the nearby cave that fed down from the lake's bed and what potentially lurked within.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Delta Snow Delta Snow - Airship Docks Delta's blank gaze scanned over those present. He knew a few, or could vaguely recall a vowel of their names from conversations he unconsciously overheard. He could already feel an agitated aura emanating from one certain individual with cerulean locks. If memory served him right, which it usually did, her name was Sapphire. It didn't take an einstein to piece two and two together concerning the correlation between her hair color and her name, but he wasn't one to criticize names, considering his own. At least, the daggers only but a breath away from another student's neck were giving off an aggressive vibe. Then Gren managed to step in just in the nick of time before they had a death on their hands, Grane ended up arriving at the wrong time, shortly followed by a person he recognized from lunch, and all the while this was happening, Delta and Cobalt were merely watching. The two quickly exchanged glances, waiting in expectation for how the scene would pan out. "Hey, Delta, got any leftover popcorn?" The familiar asked from the pouch with Delta's scroll grasped between its stubby ligaments, recording the whole entire duboccal with a mischievous grin. It was then did Eve's mouth completely drop at the sight of the conflict growing, and just as quickly becoming extinguished. In a series of deft motions, Ebon was suddenly left suspended in the air, as if he was momentarily given the ability to defy the laws of gravity. And just like that, a student he hadn't even known the name of plummeted out of sight. It took Delta a few moments to process the events that transpired before his very eyes. His vision of a scholastic institution, albeit in this case a combat oriented one, was a place where peers didn't exactly fling each other off the side of a cliff. He glanced down at Eve, who returned the same gaze of awe, and silently gulped in minute fear. "I guess dad was right… women are scary." The silver-haired boy then found himself shifting in minute increments behind Grane. Kinda ironic how he was seeking refuge behind a closet drunk. But then his posture eased at the mechanical shield gravitating near the cliff's edge, chances are, the student didn't fully go for a dive. But what was he doing behind there? "Eve. Getting any-" The familiar jumped onto his shoulder without any preceding cue. Its irises were suddenly rimmed with a golden hue, fluently circulating within the eyes. "Yeah. Heat readings. You may not be able to hear him from this distance, but looks like they're not done with their little… dispute." Delta nodded in agreement, locking onto the two students involved. Did they not know where they were? A firefight then began to ensue, leaving a bit of the cliff to give way due to the oncoming fire. After a bit of gunplay, Sapphire took a quick retreat beside Gren. The boy was in the midst of opening his lips when Eve lept into action. The familiar dropped to the ground and paced its way over, taking a stand between the girl and shield. "Oi, oi! Don't you know where you both are right now?! Do you seriously want to do something that'll detriment both the docks and Gren's party? Calm down!" The squeaky voice didn't really seem all that intimidating, so it wasn't a surefire chance that they would listen. But Eve could at least try to stop the whole situation before it devolved beyond repair. Delta sighed and walked over, slightly shaking his head at Sapphire. "Save this for another time." The boy kept one strap of his hat tightly wrapped around his finger, he glanced at the earth's condition under the shield. The cliff probably wasn't going to hold for much longer, so hopefully the student behind could get a chance to relocate.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Airdocks "This is no way to behave." Sepia thought, uncharacteristically sullen. "From my own teammate too. The girl looks like one who has a near permanent attitude problem, but I would have thought Ebon would try to diffuse the situation. I guess I just don't really know anyone here." She'd overheard the conversation that had started this mess, though. Something about trusting people, the difference between friends and allies, and family names. The last one stuck out to her. "I wonder what inherited pressure is like. I guess I could have found out myself, but that would mean..." She reached up and touched her faunus ears, then swished her tail out in front of herself thoughtfully. "Bad for business, they say. I understand, but I won't take that risk in hiding them." Her dog ears flicked as she thought about Shiro's message and she couldn't help but laugh. "He isn't even here." Clearing her throat to make her presence known, Sepia spoke quietly. "I have to agree. Whatever's going on here is between you and whoever your dispute is with. It's probably no one else's business, but it seems like you're trying to make it that way."</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - (Wait, Grimm Studies had a Purpose? Time to Help Shiro) Swimming around in cold water to help out a Faunus you really only met five minutes ago. Well, it appeared Napoli could check that off his bucket list. That said, it was rather easy to lose sight of someone that decided the best plan of attack was to go underwater the whole time. Thus Napoli found himself swimming in merely the vague direction he had last seen Shiro resurface. That's when a few interesting events occurred. First off, some weird drones decided to fly around and engage their own little agenda. People at this school have funnels? And here I thought Gratia was the one with all the hax. Then something roared and a weapons locker sinned and fell from heaven. Then again, with how freaky this school had been, perhaps that was just a typical Monday. Nevertheless a large grin spread across the Sniper's face as he realized it was time for a practical application of his school studies. Adjusting his route towards the newly ascertained direction of his class fellow, Napoli propelled himself forward. Reaching the approximate location rather quickly. With a quick dive underwater, Napoli was able to make out the blurred image of Shiro and what appeared to be a frog? God damnit Kermit, you didn't have to start binge eating after the breakup. Well whatever, the bigger area would just make a shot easier. Leaving his head slightly submerged in order to still see the Grimm, Napoli popped one hand out and fired a series of bullets up in the air before curving them in the direction of the Grimm. It was the same basic water displacement technique he'd employed earlier in the day. Although being in the water this time was new.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Lakebed He had every intention to fight the Grimm head on alone. He was fully prepared to take a nasty first hit. He realized what a bad situation this was and knew he had no real plan on getting out of it unharmed. Just as he was about to launch himself at the frog-face, a hand grabbed his arm and broke him out of his tunnel-vision focus. Turning his head, his eyes met with the 'other sword-and-board' user. Shiro really was bad with names. The guy pointed with his other hand towards the surface and for a moment, Shiro didn't quite understand. Thinking he maybe meant for Shiro to give up and head back, he shook his head and pointed at the pile of loot. He wasn't about to abandon Sapphire's daggers when they were so close to being recovered. Shooting the guy an angry look, it wasn't until he noticed the displaced trail of what looked like bullets whizzing through the water towards the Amphibian Grimm that Shiro reconsidered taking the guy's advice and resurfacing. Gren did say that they were here to help. Maybe they had some sort of plan? At the very least, once Shiro surfaces he can use his Semblance to give them a better fighting edge. "Agh! No, I should reserve that for emergencies instead of using it every chance I get!" He didn't know what to do. He really needed to work on that 'planning' thing more. Shiro exhaled another bunch of bubbles out of exasperation. "Fine! I'll bite!" Shiro turned back to face the black-haired guy and nodded once, jabbing a thumb upwards towards the surface. Looking at the Grimm and to the pile of loot, he didn't feel good about abandoning it. But, he knew where it was. He could easily return to it. Kicking off of the lakebed and exhaling continuously as he rose through the waters, Shiro made his way back topside. Unsure of himself and how to proceed once he made his way back down to face that Grimm.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "I didn't. I just wanted to give you a little something." Gren gave Shiro another one of his award winning smiles as Sapphire showed up. Gren hasn't really spent a lot of time with the team captain outside of training and classes, not since they went out to party. Gren introduced his parents to her, after making it clear she was his leader, not his girlfriend. Awkward time for all, Gren was actually quite happy they didn't spend too long with them before his father or mother started something. Thinking about them brought a smile to Gren's face as Shiro asked about Abel. "Abel? Not sure. He wasn't in bed when I was making breakfast, so-" Speaking of the devil Abel arrived, his breath heavy. If Gren had to guess Abel lost something and had just found it. He'd offer him some tea, but unfortunately Gren only had a cup for himself and Shiro. Now that everyone was gathered Team Swansong left for their mission. Gren handed out the rebreathers, at least to the ones who didn't bring their own. Sapphire also handed out what looked to be earplugs for Shiro and Abel, but not for Gren. Jokingly he called her out. "What? No presents for me? No wonder why you're not my girlfriend." Gren's joke was quickly ignored however as Sapphire announced her Aquaphobia. He was going to make another crack, but refrained from doing so. Sapphire may have a legitimate reason for it so he wasn't going to disrespect it. That being said, this wasn't going to be good considering their enemies. Another thing that caught Gren's attention, mainly out of vanity, was that Sapphire mentioned that Abel was in charge if for some reason she is out of commission. He didn't show it, but that somehow annoyed him. Mainly stemming from the fact he thinks himself a better leader, and knows that Sapphire chose Abel because she doesn't trust him. To be fair, Gren made it evidently clear to her that her mistrust was not misplaced. He was only disappointed that she still doesn't trust him. "Oh well. I could still advise Abel if it comes to it. Basically the same thing really." Gren didn't know a lot about Abel. He was going to need to do something about that later. "Sounds good. Of course, it'll be best if you stay with us. No going out and taking on the boss on your lonesome, eh?" Gren joked, trying to hide his annoyance with a backhanded reference to Sapphire's fight with Pops. Moving on, Gren felt there should be something said about the Sirens they were going to face. "Now anyways, I can't say I know a lot about Sirens. As Sapphire said, they use some sort of singing to hypnotize you, so be sure you have your earplugs in. But because of that make sure you're paying attention to everyone else too: We won't be able to hear each other with the earplugs in. And yeah Abel, they're aquatic. That'll make you rather vital if this fight goes south. My God Eater can use it's Terror Form just fine underwater, but it's Destruction Form, my range combat, won't be possible. My rockets would just fizzle out and my bullets won't go to far. And obviously my flamethrower won't really work. But your spear should work mostly fine, not to mention your electricity semblance would allow you to do more damage to them than I could underwater." Gren than took out his new Scroll, placing it on the floor so that it could create a holographic projection of the town they'll be visiting, with the coastline as well. "Not only that but I swim like a minivan, so either bring the enemy to the sea floor keep it near the surface. I can use my semblance to walk on water, but it won't really help me once I go under. Additionally, while our biggest priority is to take out the Siren, this isn't just a kill mission. There are some missing people, and assuming that the Siren didn't kill them we should do our best to find them or their remains. Here," Gren zoomed in on a cluster of boulders at the coast. "Is was the last location of the most recent victim. Report says she was lost among the rocks, but I bet there's a Siren somewhere lurking there. This area is slick and from what my research found, occasionally submerged by the tides. Also, while the Siren is only the most recently called out threat, I think it'd be safe to assume that there are other variants of grimm nearby which may also prove to be a challenge. Can't say for certain what kind, but keep your eyes open nonetheless, eh?"</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission This thick air was taking time to get used to, but eventually he managed. He did find himself getting tired a little more quickly, but it wasn't too much of an issue. Looks like being the leader meant he got the flare gun too to use in case of an emergency. As the trekked through the area, they eventually came to a gate, with a terminal beside it. He began examining the terminal, but all he gathered was that it was off... He had no deep understanding of the parts within. Maybe Cian had better luck? "Hey Cian, can you take a look at this?", he called over to her. Though as he did, Luke blurted out that he spotted something around the corner, and the moment he did, Jack also looked... Or rather, he looked before Luke said anything. His keen senses felt it too, and his eyes caught the movement... "That couldn't be a survivor... I don't think they'd skulk around in the shadows like that. We should keep an eye out, might be some kind of sneaky Grimm", that said, they shouldn't go looking for it either unless they absolutely have to. If it was the sneaky kind, they would try and ambush the team. "Well... let's see what we can do about the terminal", he said, referring not just to his team, but also Bastille.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mission Control -> Airship When Abel arrived, Shiro was a little surprised to see him so flustered. It was seemed so unlike him. Had he been busy with something else beforehand? Ah, well. Nonetheless, it seemed his friend was having a rough morning. So, what was Shiro to do? Well, he already had his fill of Gren's tea. He was sure Gren wouldn't mind if he offered what was left to his pal and thusly presented it to the large human with a warm smile. Once all were present and accounted for, Sapphire gave the command to head out. Shiro relinquished the tea into Abel's possession to consume as he quietly following alongside his teammates. Airship -> Trawl Team Swansong all loaded up and en route to their mission location, the effects of the tea Gren had given him quickly wore off. Any moment of peace and quiet and Shiro found himself fading in and out of consciousness. His head sleepily bobbing before repeatedly jolting himself awake and shaking his head to try to cling to the living world. When Sapphire handed him and Abel a pair of earplugs, he took them without thinking and stared at them in his hand. It wasn't until Sapphire gave her explanation that he figured out what she had given it to him for. Unfortunately, they were regular earbuds. Unfit for his faunus ears. Rummaging through his pack in front of him, he came to realize that he had completely forgotten to bring his own pair and left them behind at Beacon. "Gah, I'm such an idiot!" Shiro berated himself. Frowning and trying the earbuds on anyways, he was a bit worried when they wouldn't stay in very well and constantly fell out with the slightest movement. Removing them for now, he tried his best to not let on that they weren't fitting right. Listening as Sapphire spoke, Shiro realized two new things about his team leader. 1. She was afraid of water. 2. The person that she trusted the most out of the three of them appeared to be Abel when she named him their leader should anything happen to her. The tidbit about her having a phobia of water and drowning was interesting to say the least. He just shrugged when Abel was selected as the backup or co-leader. It didn't matter much to him. Looking up as Gren handed them all a newer version of the Rebreathers he had crafted, Shiro looked over the device in his hand and chuckled. "Man, this would've come in handy a little while back." Shaking his head, Shiro found the mask a home in his pack and put it away. Yawning, Shiro struggled to remain awake, but only really caught bits and pieces of Gren's words. He and Sapphire seemed to be going over details, plans, advantages and disadvantages. None of which clearly got through to Shiro. Sapphire can't swim, got it. Gren sinks like a rock, got it. Something about some of Gren's weapons functioning and not, got it. Grimm. Missing people. Yawn. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He got the basic gist. To avoid letting on that Shiro preferred to just enter into a temporary coma, he decided to chime in about what he could contribute. "I'm a pretty good swimmer myself, so if we need to go underwater I can tag-team with Abel. I won't be able to use my Dust attacks underwater, but everything else should be fine. On land I can maybe tag with someone else to track down the missing people. Really, it's all up to Sapphire where she wants to put me." Him speaking probably only served to clearly show to everyone that he was ridiculously and unexplainably tired. His speech slurred and mumbling here and there. That was it. That was all the energy he had at the moment to utilize. Yawning again, Shiro immediately clocked out. Pulling his pack into his lap as a makeshift pillow, he stuffed his face into it as muffled snores were heard coming from him.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Airship "Maybe you've seen me in the biannual Vytal Festival," replied the ponytailed young Hunter with a smile. He was already taking a shine to the newest member of Team KNVS; after all, she was, to him at least, radiating in a general confidence and positivity, and that was always a commendable thing! "I do like to be memorable." However, the sudden lurching of the most recent addition to their team still caught him by surprise, and it was with a sudden "eh?!" that he found himself knocked off-balance by the ragdolly girl, gas mask sliding off his head and onto the floor of their ornithopter with a quiet thud. Ah, the perils that lay within the act of travelling through the air; they were numerous in their dangers, and as an avid flier himself, Shuai Taidan knew very well what could so easily plague him in his mimicry of the creatures of the sky, especially when there were others nearby. It was not particularly problematic, per se, but it was always a thing that he needed to concern himself over! "That's not a problem at all!" he said, chipper mood fading not a single bit! After all, it was a problem that was very easily rectified, as an ethereal arm immediately unfurled from his back, slipping through the air to grab the fallen mask. Slowly and surely, it retracted, placing the mask back upon his head, though now, in a more ... secure manner. "Flying's hard when you're tired." The manifestation wriggled around to face Noëlle, a ghostly arm that seemed to be gazing in the direction of the girl's chocolates. "Ooh, it's been a while since I had that kind. Last time I went to Mistral was ages ago. Thanks, Noëlle." The arm stretched out once more, plucking a single bar from her hand and retreating back towards Taidan's face. A second arm promptly unfurled from his back as well, the ethereal manifestation moving to unwrap the chocolate bar, before dropping it into the fire-loving Hunter's open mouth. Such was his tendency to utilise his semblance for even the most mundane of matters!</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz --Oh Okay "So death by strangulation, then." he concluded, as Amy saw fit to do the proposed job for him with her eyesight. It's different from choking. Namely-- A good choke is much more secure. And doesn't mess around with trying to see fear in the eyes. Truthfully, though, he did wish he hadn't forgotten she could do that. It would have made for much less of a foot-in-mouth moment on his end, where he'd suddenly found himself suggesting the typical unnaturally bold idea that you'd normally hear come out of someone else's mouth. Even Jack had his head on straighter from the eyes of a contextless third person, albeit with one minor detail astray... "I didn't mean the survivors, that's too far wherever they may be. What I meant was the old man right in front of us. There's no way I'd expect anyone here to scout that far ahead on their own. Myself included. Even I'm not that suicidal." he clarified stonily. "I was really just suggesting I take a short walk ahead to figure him out, not even leaving eyesight. It's a moot point now, considering somebody has the aforementioned eyesight to get the job done without me straying. Thanks, Amy."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Krysthane giggled a little at seeing Ebon warm up to the kittens, far more so than he had any of them. She would defiantly have to hold that against him later, maybe blackmail him. Then she winced at Skyra's rather... displeased reaction to the place. "Come on Skyra it isn't that bad, we'll only be here for a bit anyway." Krysthane pleaded. At least 3/4 of the team liked the place and so far that was the best result on anything they'd done together, which admittedly wasn't much. She turned at Sepia's question and thought about it briefly, "Yeah, I'm fairly certain there was some sort of graffiti here earlier. I'm sure the boys know about it." she said confidently as she also stepped into the cafe, two little kittens somehow making their way into her golden hair and periodically peeking out.. As soon as they entered she looked around for either the group of boys they had talked to earlier or the store owner.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission As Team Kiss entered the tea house, it was sparsly populated, aside from the many cats and a few old people drinking their tea in peace. Before Krysthane could find anyone, one of them found her. [b]"Krysthane! Welcome back!"[/color] It was the leader of the gang, though he didn't look as silly as he did before. He was wearing a fairly simple looking waiter's outfit, with the logo of the Cat Nap emblazoned on his breast pocket. Seemed like he was working right now. The young man went over to Krysthane, quite excited, which riled up the kittens. They all moved towards Krysthane, even the ones playing with Ebon, and began to paw at her legs and tried to play with her. "Long time no see! I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'd understand though, it's been a very hectic around here lately. I see you've brought your friends. Your team from Beacon? What brings you around these parts?" @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture The Fort As our heroes debated their attack strategy, there was a loud noise nearby. It wasn't long before a couple of Beowulfs, twelve in total, arrived looking for the scent of human and faunas flesh. They haven't quite found the team yet, but they were aware they were somewhere around here. They stayed close to one another and made sure to watch each others backs: If one was taken out the entire pack would know. One Beowulf, obviously the alpha considering his size and additional spiky bits, stayed at the front and was getting closer to Team Redingote. A quiet snarled escaped his throat, perhaps communicating to his pack that he had found the hunters. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Capture the Fort As Robert saw the pack of Beowolves exit from the treeline, he quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid detection. Peeking around the side, the red haired boy could see the Alpha Beowulf snarl at a scent it had caught. "Well Grane, looks like you got your wish anyhow," Robert said quietly under his breath. As the pack got nearer to the tree he had hidden behind, Robert made the decision to climb upward. The likelihood of the team getting out of this without alerting the whole pack was basically nonexistent, but the team leader wasn't sure how prepared the others were for a fight. If he could give them more time to prepare themselves by not giving their position away, maybe they could turn this into a successful ambush. Finally settling on one of the many branches above, Robert transformed his weapons to their blade mode as he kept his eye on the Alpha. If he or someone else was detected he hoped to cut off the pack's leader and send them into disarray, increasing their chances for success exponentially.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Trawl Shiro blinked, his gold eyes carefully looking over the map that lay in front of him and his team. His ears twitching every now and then as he multi-tasked between listening to what was being said, examining the terrain of the area, and formulating his own thoughts. So far, he agreed with Gren. Official reports never held all the details. Sometimes when you personally interviewed someone, they may come to remember a very small trivial detail that could make a world of difference. That, and Shiro wanted to visit the sites where people supposedly went missing. Even with the passage of time and the ocean eroding away the land, it never hurt to see if his Faunus senses could detect something that the townspeople couldn't. Speaking of which, that brought up a question in Shiro's mind. Or rather a few questions. Looking up from the map and at Captain McDougall, he frowned slightly. "Ah, sir? Captain McDougall? Do you know what's the census of Faunus you have within the population? Do you have any Faunus on your police team here?" Looking at his teammates, he continued. "What I'm thinking is maybe visiting each site with a partner to see if I can find something that you all can't. Interviewing the locals doesn't seem like a bad idea either." He made a motion with his hands. "It wouldn't hurt at all to spend a little time to try and gather a complete informed picture before we make any plans. The last time we tried to do a mission without all the facts...Well..." He shook his head. "It doesn't make any sense to me. You all have been living here for some time in relative peace. Why would these Sirens appear now so suddenly and start luring away your people? Grimm are beasts. If they were luring them away to consume them, then why haven't we discovered any remains or things like that? Why would they steal them away instead of picking them off right there with hardly a trail left behind?" Shiro again looked to each of his teammates. "It doesn't hurt to have a healthy sense of curiosity."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Those muscles bunching were impossible to miss. He couldn't really tell Goodwitch he'd gotten the message, what with the soon-to-be-whirling maelstrom of forelegs, but he nodded a little anyway. Deinamig gave a nice big boost to his legs while he jumped back, but not quite quickly enough to get all the way out of danger; not with the size of the Manticore's legs. He boosted his arms reflexively and lashed out as one of its blows grew a little too close for comfort, and he felt Artorius strike something hard and keep going after a moment's resistance. The next few seconds happened in something of a blur. His feet hit solid ground again, just outside the beast's reach, and Goodwitch's first strike struck home. A second later a small white object, a little smaller than his fist, landed next to him. A piece of the Manticore's claw, one of them at least,cut off right near the tip. It must have been what Artorius glanced off of. Ben scooped it up with one hand and jammed it in a pocket, firing Lawnslot's Lightning Dust rounds in the Manticore's direction while he kept backing up to keep some distance between him and the frenzied assault. "Got it, teach, ready when you are!" He said into the radio, snapping his fingers a little to get Amy's attention. "I've got Desree here. Once it's running, and once the teams are out with the survivors, she'll get us up to the airship." "Just say the word."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves. Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified. Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled. Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds. He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town. There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Consciousness was almost a stranger to Oswald in these moments. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain he was in was absolutely unbearable. He'd never admit it, but he felt like he was dying every time he tried to sit up. It only made sense, though. Three broken ribs. A punctured lung. His nose and thumb, broken and a bit disfigured as well. Dull and sharp pains assaulted his senses from seemingly all sides, and the pain medications he was supposed to be getting dulled his mind too much for him to use them. He had to think, but the suffering was too much. Maybe he'd click that button, get a little bit of medicine, just to dull the edge. Just as he was thinking of doing so, the presence of another student roused his attention. Somebody who didn't get maimed? It's a Dustmass miracle... The sarcastic thought remained non verbal as Oswald pressed his little button. And there it was, the pain dulling medicine he was so uncomfortable using. "Shiro...sup, dude?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment. Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword. "Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!" Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was. "Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?" Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy. Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to. He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real. "Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..." Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission. Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro listened to Diamond with a sense of horror, frozen with fear as she spoke of Team CODE's mission. He half wanted to freak out and tear up the infirmary in his search for Cobalt and Emerald, misunderstanding and thinking she was saying that they were in pieces. But, after she left Oswald's words helped to clarify a few things and calm him down. If only a little. He took a little comfort in hearing Oswald saying he was okay, though he looked far from it. Though, what did he mean by 'rogue Huntresses'? Did such a thing exist? He cocked an eyebrow, not sure what his classmate meant by that. At least the terrifying Ms. Vanhomrigh was there to save them, thank the deities above for that. Things seemed to take a sudden and dark turn when Oswald mentioned the death of a few mercenaries. Shiro's expression growing somber as his ears slowly drooped, his tail lifeless in its lack of motion. He had no idea what to say to offer to the boy to console him, as he could see that he was dealing with pain that was more than just physical. Something set off an extra sense of his and Shiro jumped, startled by some unknown intense emotion. Looking around in confusion, the feeling vanished, Shiro unsure what it was that he had felt. Turning back to Oswald, he continued to listen to the boy. When Oswald looked away, Shiro knew what he was trying to do and looked off to the side himself. To save the boy some dignity. It had to be difficult for him to share what had happened. Shiro cursed himself for being so insensitive to not see that. When the boy finished, Shiro could figure that Oswald wanted some privacy. To be left alone. Inhaling, Shiro started to speak but his voice caught in his throat and he paused. Summoning more of his strength to talk, he tried again. "I...don't know what I can do or say to help you feel better, boss. But, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always around somewhere. Causing some kind of trouble." he laughed nervously. Shiro reached and just gently patted a Oswald's hand with his own gloved one. "I'm gonna go see how the rest of your team is doing. I'll uhh....see you around man." Turning, Shiro left and made sure to close the privacy curtain for Oswald's sake. Standing just in front of Oswald's bed but on the other side of the curtain, Shiro stared at the ground for a moment. Ears still low. If this mission had torn Oswald up that badly, then would it do any good for him to check on the others? Of course, he had to at least made it be known that someone was there for them. He almost felt bad for his mission going as 'well' as it did. Clenching his fist, he bucked himself up and went searching for Emerald's bed. Finding it, he made sure to let his presence be known before just barging into her private space. She may not have been decent and Shiro vaguely remember making that mistake once with another female student. Was it Sapphire? ...Nah. "E-...Emerald? Hey, it's me, Shiro. I got back from my mission a little while ago and wanted to see if you were okay..." He waited for her response before stepping behind her privacy curtain.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald's ears twitched and turned toward the direction of Shiro's voice. She had faintly heard him talking to Oswald so she wasn't surprised. "C-Come in..." Emerald squeaked after a minute once she finally found her voice, the first words she'd actually spoken since she woke. She tried to rub her eyes, even though it caused her some discomfort to move. She didn't want him to see she'd been crying. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was concerned about her wellbeing, she didn't want to burden him with worry, he was way too happy a person for that. No, she'd put a smile on her face, despite the fact that she felt like her world was crumbling all around her. She just...needed to think positive, giving into negativity just meant the Grimm would win in the end right? Right...</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears twitched when he heard Emerald's voice, allowing him to come in. Expression saddening, he could tell by her uneasy tone that she didn't sound too good herself. Shaking his head to wipe away the sorrowful look he had on, he instead put on a his usual friendly smile and poked his head in between the curtains. He had to fight to keep the smile on his face. Seeing her condition, it wouldn't be hard to see why. One look at her eyes and Shiro recognized the redness and puffiness of someone who had been crying. He dreaded seeing the condition Cobalt was in. "Gods, this sucks.." He lamented. "Hey, Emerald. You doing alright? I was just stopping by to check on the others who I know, that returned from their missions. H-how are...things?" Shiro's chest felt tight, his heart hurting for Emerald when he saw the obviously forced smile she was displaying for him.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald thought for a moment on how to respond, she could have easily faked it and told him she was fine, that she just needed a little rest and all would be good! But she just didn't have it in her to lie to him, not when it was something that was so blatantly untrue it would be insulting his intellect. "T-To be honest I've been better...not because of my injuries really..." She looked away for a moment, worried that he'd see her getting misty eyed. "I...I've seen things...learned things that I wish I didn't know about...stuff that s-shouldn't be real I-" Emerald stopped abruptly as her voice quivered, she couldn't do this anymore. "I'm sorry I...let's talk about something else...anything will do I just...I just can't talk about this..." Emerald shut out the memories as best she could, they were just too fresh in her mind. "H-How was your mission? Better than mine right?" She actually laughed at that, it was kind of funny in a really sad, morbid way.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary There he goes again, just after realizing his mistake seconds before with Oswald too. He was being insensitive. It was probably better to just not ask anyone how their mission went. It should've been painfully obvious before, but if a student ended up here after their mission for anything other than a simple check-up. Chances were high that their mission did not go well. It was also very likely that they were still recovering from wounds more than physical and Shiro was just doing the worst possible thing by reminding them of the events that had transpired. Needless to say, Shiro really hated himself right now. His own pain evident on his face when his expression briefly twisted up into what looked like a cringe. Shaking his head, he picked up his usual smile again. "Ah, I'm sorry hear you're not doing too well." He didn't know what much else to say, other than that. Though, it just made him extra curious to know what occured during their mission. Just what was it they had seen? What had they gone through? "Even still, I figured you wouldn't mind seeing another friendly face." Nervously, as per his habit, he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, my mission? It went rather well. Almost boringly so, to be honest with you." Looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but chuckle and smirk. "The most exciting thing that happened is that we learned Sapphire has problems with water. Either she's afraid of it or can't swim, I don't know. But, we kinda found out the hard way." His expression blanked as he stared at Emerald. "She bit me when I tried to rescue her." Shiro said in an annoyed tone. Tugging off the arm-length glove that concealed his medically bandaged arm, Shiro showed her the covered bite wound. "She bit me kinda hard too. Wasn't expecting it so my Aura couldn't defend me there." He sighed, ears drooping before his ears perked back up and his face brightened, laughing at his own expense. Shiro thought to mention how it kind of hurt, but as his eyes glanced over Emerald's wounds... He figured it be best not to say.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald blinked, Sapphire had problems with water? It wasn't the most interesting news in the world but it was enough to keep her mind off of her trauma. "Water problems huh? You'd never guess than looking at her. I mean I'm not the biggest fan of swimming but I do know how to." Truth be told, the fact that a lot of people assumed she hated water because she was a cat faunus annoyed her. She was in fact a fairly decent swimmer. "Maybe once I get out of here we should try to teach her." "Wait, she bit you?" Emerald asked incredulously, finally realising that was what had been said. "And humans think they're more civilized than we are? Please."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro laughed again, more genuinely this time. "Yeah, it surprised all of us too. I actually love the water myself and I think I'm a great swimmer. I'd offer to teach her but, I severely doubt she'd ever accept." Thinking about it, she would probably tell him to go shove his offer somewhere the sun didn't shine or just outright ignore him with a cold shoulder. He could hardly imagine her listening to his instruction anyways. Not realizing he was looking at the ground, he looked back up when Emerald asked about his bite wound. Laughing nervously, he scratched the back of his head again. "Y-yeah, she bit me. I think she had some sort of panic attack er...something, and just bit me. Like one of those cases where she didn't know where she was or who I was..kind of...deals. Thingys." Shiro said in a rather confusing manner, making sure not to comment about Emerald's remark on human/faunus civil and social relations...</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary As Sapphire could have guessed from the shape that Oswald was in his mission hadn't gone particularly well. Sapphire could surmise that much like the previous week it had been what should have been a fairly generic situation that became something much more dangerous after the fact. After all these were supposed to be training missions. If they'd known from the start this much damage could occur a professional hunter's team would have been deployed instead of students. Sapphire hoped this wasn't going to develop into a pattern for Team Codex as they seemed to have had a bad run of luck their last couple of tries. Sapphire winced slightly at Oswald's choice of words to describe Swansong's mission status. Swimmingly. "Clearly Shiro's been doing more than just asking about how your mission went." She said slightly pointedly but really it was more Shiro she was annoyed with than Oswald. Then again what did she expect, the tiger faunus had no filter. Sapphire had a sudden sinking feeling that her aquaphobia would be common knowledge among the students by the time the weekend was over. Both Sapphire and Oswald's missions had succeeded overall but evidently both considered them failures for one reason or another. Oswald's reasoning at that moment though seemed a lot more valid than Sapphire's. It was hard to call a mission a success when three members ended up critically wounded by the end. Sapphire's problems with her team dynamic seemed rather petty by comparison. She didn't want to pry into it though. At least not right now when it was so fresh. At some point Oswald would come to her or one of his other friends to talk but right after it happened was not the time for that. He was likely still at the stage when he could see it every time he closed his eyes. "You don't have to talk about it right now." she said. There was a certain look in her eye that for most would be hard to place. One that said I've had it that bad before but it was gone in a few seconds replaced by her normal expression which either conveyed I'm concentrating deeply or I want to hit something. It was often hard to tell which. At the moment the best thing Sapphire could think to do would be to get Oswald to focus on something else. It's what Cecily always did for her. "Were'd you grow up Oswald? From the way you train I'd be inclined to think it was somewhere near the Gates of Hell."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Oswald's lips slipped into a half-smile at Sapphire's noticeable wince. "I think he was talking to Emerald about it, but I wasn't paying too much attention. Something about water and biting or something. For the most part, he was freaking out about us." Even only a few minutes after the fact, it was more funny than patronizing, really. Such a simple misunderstanding made him leap to such a terrible conclusion. "Diamond might have worded it better, but I think he was under the impression that one of us got...blown up or something. Jeeze, what a way to go that'd be..." Flexing his hand a few times to try to get his mind off of the pervasive aching throughout his body, Oswald gave a small shrug. "I know I shouldn't be talking about it, it's just..." After a few moments of silence, Oswald shook his head. "it's not easy. I knew it wouldn't be when I left home to come here, but this is a whole other ballpark. It's like I'm getting tossed back two years every weekend, and expected to just go about everything like I haven't just been thrown into the gates of fucking hell and back." "Speaking of hell, that's probably how most people would describe where I lived. You know how there are some small border villages outside of the protective walls, and barriers, and natural landscapes that surround Vale?" Oswald drew a small circle in the air with his hand. "Vale is here." Poking at points just outside the imaginary circle, he continued. "Those towns are there." Moving his hand about a foot or so away and jabbing his finger, Oswald finished. "We were there. It's a two-week journey if you've got a full caravan. A runner could make it in a few days if they kept a good pace. Best estimate puts it at about 200 miles, around 320 kilometers or so." Oswald sighed. "And my training is hardly usual, even for where I came from. It's...it's my way of atoning for my failures, if I had to come up with some deep, important meaning or whatever. I just don't like letting people down..." his arms were crossed over his chest meekly, and Oswald probably looked just as weak as he felt in those moments, lying there.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary He could hear it. The sound of something snapping in his head. Shiro is a hard person to truly anger, as is his nature is to typically forgive all for their trespasses. Shiro could never truly hate, very much so in the very same way and seeks to at least be on good terms with all whom he has the pleasure of meeting. But if there was one thing that immediately set him off was someone being outright rude. Especially if for whatever reason they were being vulgar and rude. Though it could be argued that Shiro was being rude himself by having butted in on their privacy, he believed he acted out of genuine concern for the two strangers. His offer of food a gesture of goodwill, and in all honesty wasn't any attempt to buy their favor. So why, when he was acting out of the kindness and goodness in his heart, did this girl who resembled another person whom he took issue with start spouting off obscenities at him as if that were a normal part of everyday polite conversation. Carrying on as if she had done no wrong and it was a non-issue. What had he done to her to deserve this? Who in the hell did she think she was? Did she really think that was okay, to speak like that to a complete stranger? He struggled to maintain his composure. He had frozen when the headphones-wearing girl spoke, his body stiffening and growing rigid. His smile became 'plastic' as if it was something someone had premade in a factory and glued it on his face, synthetic and fake in its entirety. Knowing what was coming, feeling it in his bones, he quickly shut his eyes as he maintained his pseudo-smile just as they started to shift from their golden-brown color to icy-blue. Letting out a dry chuckle as he did. A low rumbling in his chest that he couldn't altogether stop, he fought to keep it as quiet as he could as his black stripes made their appearance slowly fading into view. Streaking across his ears, down through his head of silver hair, and marking his arms, face, and ringing his tail. The tail still swaying from side to side restlessly, but at a specific tempo that to any other Faunus sent signals out that he was incredibly irritated and ready to pounce. He hoped and pleaded to whatever deities above that the faunus girl laying in bed wouldn't be able to pick up on his obvious body language. "Calm down, Shiro." His nostrils flared as he stood there, inhaling and exhaling sharply. "That was a little rude..." He attempted to control his breathing, trying his hardest to calm down. "Okay, a lot rude...." Slow in, slow out. Breathe. "But, there might be a reason for that. That may just be how she normally speaks. I mean, we never actually talked before. Maybe she's...a little 'special'?" His stripes weren't going away, neither was his low growling. "Gods above though, she's too much like Sapphire. Only nastier..." The corners of his lips twitched, still fighting to keep up the appearance of his 'happy' mood. "Just, act like you didn't hear her and carry on. We...need a distraction...Yeah! Just ask what they want on their pizza and walk away to order it. Maybe text the guys if they know any good places." His ears twitched, swiveling around furiously picking up every little noise. "Okay! Yeah, we'll do that!" Opening his eyes, he slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out his Scroll. Glowing blue eyes looking down at the screen, he basically shoved his nose into it as he focused intently. "So! Ah...what do you ladies want on your pizza?" He turned his back to the girls, any little thing he could do to relax. For added effect, he coughed softly a few times, patting his stomach. "Ooh, man. Where did that come from?" His toss-away excuse to explain why he had been growling. Something 'caught' in his throat. To anyone else who didn't know him closely or dueled against him, Shiro's stripes appearing would seem rather odd and peculiar. Though, only those who knew him closely would know what it meant. Otherwise, it was just an oddity to anyone else. His stripes and shift in eye color meaning that he was either in 'combat mode' or extremely upset/agitated/irritated. There was nothing he could do to stop it, having tried in the past. The only 'cure' to have them vanish was to relax and calm down. Thinking happy thoughts sometimes helped, but not always. Frowning, he couldn't think of a happy thought to use. "I'd kinda like to bash-..." He stopped and corrected himself mentally. "...-a training dummy's face in. Yeah, I do need to work on my transitional attacks and work them into combos..." Distracting himself by planning to go to the Practice Area later to vent. The nerve of some people. He made it a point to never harbor ill intentions against someone, especially someone he hardly knew. It started with corrective thinking. As he stood there with his back turned to the girls, tail still undulating and swaying about, he did a quick internet search for good local pizzerias.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary The felinoid boy was already angry. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, her impassive onyx eyes were still able to glean sudden loss of composure: the slowing of his breathing, the stiffness in his body language, the sharpness of every single little motion he made. Her words had irked him, and in order to stop himself from responding, he sought to control his emotions ... to varying levels of success. Yet she had seen that type of mask before. The fake smile, pretending that everything was perfectly fine. A brittle surface that could easily crack if some petty little insect took a fart on it. How much agitation would be waiting underneath? WoULd hE pUT uP A gOOd fIGHt~? However, what caught her attention immediately were the black bands. Were they fucking stripes, like those on a tiger? Their appearance was unconventional, and their presence was already piquing her curiosity somewhat. An indicator of Kuhaku Shiro's emotional state? Were Valians predisposed to having wacky shit going on with their bodies? Or was it just a Faunus thing that the the catboy had going on? Whatever it was, it'd turned up after she'd spoken. Anger then. It wasn't like there was any other fucking shit it could represent from her minimal evidence. If this hypothesis was wrong, then she'd revise it later. "Marinara will be fine," she said, voice utterly devoid of any form of emotion. If he was still willing to provide food, then she would take that opportunity. Even if she would have to deal with his incessant babbling, it was free food.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary -> Cafeteria Looking over his shoulder at Gratia, Shiro breathed out a barely audible sigh of relief. With a grin, he nodded at her. "Right! Sure thing! I'll have that ordered and bring it up in a jiffy!" Turning back around to face the two of them, he gave a wave of his hand. "Well, you two be well and get better soon. I'll be back later!" With an about face, Shiro stepped off and made sure to close the curtain behind him. He couldn't walk away sooner, but he wasn't about to allow someone else to make his same mistake and endure what he had just gone through. As he continued his search for his team leader, he thought about it for moment. What exactly did he just go through? He couldn't make too much sense of it and just decided to write it off as an irrelevant event in his life. To be discarded and forgotten later. Of course, it wouldn't be until much later, but Shiro had completely forgotten to ask the faunus girl what her preference for toppings was. Oh, well. Finally having enough sense to stop a medical 'person', Shiro asked where one Sapphire Rode's bed was. After being pointed in the right direction, he was unfortunately greeted by an empty hospital bed. Sapphire had apparently already checked out. With a 'hrmph' and a frown, he wasn't that quick to give up on his personal mission. Lifting his nose up toward the ceiling, he began to sniff around until he picked up her scent trail. Thankfully, she hadn't left that long ago and her trail was still rather strong. In fact, it was curious to note that it was still strong enough to suggest that she was still within the infirmary. Now using his olfactory senses instead of his warped sense of direction, he was surprised to find himself in front of Oswald's bed again. Just about to barge in, he stopped when heard Oswald's voice and Sapphire's. She must've been doing the same thing as he was, checking on other students. "Well, she's healthy enough to be discharged. She's walking around and talking. I'd say she's doing fine." With that, Shiro decided against intruding yet again. Patting his stomach, he figured it was time to eat and blow off some steam. He needed to vent out his frustrations after having dealt with that rude headphones wearing girl. He still didn't quite know her name. He decided he didn't care. Pulling out his scroll, he opened up a group message and addressed to his pals. From: Kuhaku Shiro To: Abel Fulgerate @Lugubrious, Gren Orchid @Lucius Cypher Subject: Good pizzerias? Body: Hey, gents. You all wouldn't happen to know any good pizza joints around here, would you? Tapping the 'Send' button, he pocketed his scroll and headed towards the cafeteria. --- After having piled his plate of every kind of meat that basically existed on Beacon Academy's menu, Shiro set his tray down rather loudly along with his glass of milk. Dropping down onto his seat rather abruptly, the glass of milk spilling over the side some, Shiro forgoed proper table manners and etiquette. Basically, he dug into his meal practically attacking it. His black stripes still present and eyes still a glowing blue as he growled quietly while he 'anger ate'. Muttering and cursing under his breath about 'rude headphone wearing people' and something in regards to throat-punching. Once he ate his fill and digested for a bit, he planned a trip to the Practice Area, for more 'venting' on dummies.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Cafeteria Diamond has been halfway through her meal when a loud clang woke her from the semi-slumber she was in. What she saw was the hyperkinetic member of Oswald's girlfriend's team hiding behind a pile of meat large enough to put an actual tiger to shame. "Little snack?" she commented with an ironic tone, a bit hypnotized with how fast the boy was putting the food away and somehow managing to coherently curse and mutter under his breath at the same time. Now that she seen him, he was nowhere near his usual self. Now granted, Diamond didn't see much of... Shiro, was it? But compared to bathing in the food, this was definitely different. "I never thought I'd see you with a face like that. But whatever it is, milk is not the proper remedy." she smirked.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Cafeteria Shiro's ear twitched in Diamond's direction, hearing her comment about him 'snacking'. Stopping mid-chew, he turned his head towards her with his cheeks slightly bulging from the food he had in his mouth. Blinking, he was a little confused at her remark. "Snack? No, I'm not having a snack. I'm having a meal," the dense tiger-boy thought to himself as he stared at her. So set on stuffing his face, Shiro hadn't noticed that there were a few other students in the cafeteria eating too. It was a public place to enjoy food, after all. Looking around him, he noticed that other random students had distanced themselves from him. He probably did look a little frightening, after all. Blinking again, he looked back to Diamond and swallowed. Grabbing a napkin from a dispenser, he wiped at his mouth as he looked her up and down. Diamond was her name, correct? There were a few girls at Beacon whom were named after gemstones and he was sure that was her name. Emerald was the other feline faunus with the wind-based Semblance, he knew her. Sapphire was his own team leader, of course he knew her too. He heard rumor of there being some other girl in Beacon by the name of 'Beryl', so by process of elimination that had to be her name. But by her appearance, there was nothing to her that really said 'Diamond'. Going by the color of her hair, he figured her to be more along the lines of Ruby or...something else. But something in the back of his mind said that name was already taken by some other student. She apparently knew him, but from where? She looked vaguely familiar... "Ah! Don't tell me I landed her food too!" By this point, Shiro was worried he was quickly becoming known around Beacon as the "Dude-who-keeps-landing-in-our-food". Sniffing, he finally spoke. "Wh...what is that supposed to mean?" Shiro asked, inquiring on what exactly Diamond meant by seeing him with some 'face'. "And what is the proper remedy then?" Shiro looked at his glass of milk, growing more and more befuddled by the minute.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) Picture the image. Three dashingly handsome men (a hunk with rippling muscles, an aristocratic gentleman and a cute pretty boy) and their female sidekick are descending into the depths of a darkness known colloquially as a hole. Freeze frame. Ignoring any possible Freudian imagery, take a gander at what this unfortunate series of events has lead them to. A deep, dark hole. Crimson-eyed spiders, their numbers rivalling even the years of an oriental emperor's reign, emerging from the void. A thick, white fluid that would stick to every part of their body like hot glue on figma (which, excusing the Freudian imagery, can be better described as incredibly adhesive webbing). Team KNVS is frozen in this shot, about to meet what was likely their doom. It is usually at this point in a manga where the previously mentioned abilities of one of the cast members finally comes into play, having previously used them for what seemed to be unnecessary and comical purposes. A Chekhov's Gun, if you will, a dramatic principle named after the famous Russian writer himself, Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (29 January 1860 - 15 July 1904). "If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off." Thus it was certain that one of the members of Team KNVS would find a way out of this ... sticky situation. After all, they had abilities that could be used. If they didn't, then why would they have been included in the signup form? Press play. Heat and light explodes underneath Shuai Taidan, prettyboy extraordinaire and resident pyromaniac. Wind and fire wheels, the Rongquan, are attached to his black boots. They serve multiple purposes, from makeshift lighters to decoration, but their intended purpose if that of utility. Flames, like those from the thrusters of a rocket, enveloped the ringed weapons, spurting downwards at the webbing to singe away at the white. A weapon to save him from the webbing, one would assume. But what of his teammates? That was why such an assumption was incorrect! The wind and fire wheels were more than just weapons! They were tools that assisted him in his ability to perform as a Huntsman (despite his feminine appearance) of all sorts of nasty creepy-crawlies! They allowed him to fly. Like the Nevermore from earlier in the mission had unfortunately learnt, Shuai Taidan was very much capable of flight. In fact, the skies were merely another domain to him. Another world for him to frolic in. A mere Trap Hole was nothing to him! In fact, you could say that he had activated his Trap Jammer, discarding fuel in order to do so! What could webbing do to him ... if he wasn't touching it!? He would not allow the spiders to ravage his flesh. That would just be unacceptable! But what of his teammates? Santouliubi. A romanisation of 三頭六臂. A reference to the three-headed, six-armed form of the Marshal of the Central Altar himself. A colloquial term for those who are 'superhuman'. The name of Shuai Taidan's semblance! Freeze frame. Behold the ethereal arms emerging from his back as if he were an eastern deity! Six in total, like the Third Lotus Prince! The manifestation of the prettyboy's burning soul, a power that allows him to multitask in any situation! Arms that could knit clothes! Arms that could hold his groceries while he searched for his wallet! Arms that could grab others with ease! The same arms that killed the Nevermore would be the arms that would be able to save his teammates! Two arms per person. Varius, Noelle and Kiran were each grabbed tightly around their waists by these powerful semblance arms! Two per person! Holding tightly as if their lives depended on it (which it sort of did)! All in order to escape the fate that was the hole! Press play. Fire burns downwards. Shuai Taidan grins. He flies upwards like a rocket on his way to Mars. His teammates follow suit, held within his powerful semblance. But the red planet is not his destination. No, his destination is one safer than that! The sky! An atmosphere composed mostly of nitrogen, and was slowly being polluted by industrial byproducts such as sulfurous oxides! Yet a death via shitty air was one far preferable to death by spiders! Even soulless Grimm spiders! The hole is escaped. But that isn't Taidan's only course of action! Chongli awakens. The speartip opens, and the napalm floods downwards into the hole. It burns hotter than even the flames of his wheels, for napalm can generate temperatures of 800 to 1,200 degrees Celsius (1,500–2,200°F)! Water, in comparison, burns at 100 degrees Celsius (212°F)! Water evaporates upon contact with it! It's adhesive, sticking to anything in its path! And its burning releases carbon monoxides, which are very, very bad to breathe in, which is why Taidan has been wearing his gas mask all day long! And it oozes down into the hole, towards the webs, towards the baby spiders, towards Ariadne. Excessive amounts of napalm pumping towards the enemy. No, it isn't excessive. When dealing with a threat to mankind, one must do their best at all times. Otherwise, there isn't a gold star on your report! It's fortunate though that the Grimm are soulless husks, because otherwise all the napalm falling from the skies into the hole could be classified as a war crime!</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her. Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table. "I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Area > Showers "How long has it been?!" Shiro knelt on the ground, his body heavy and struggling to maintain his hold on his weapons. He was wondering how long they had actually been training against one another. Him and this...Bobbie. Shiro was pleasantly surprised. As he remained there, catching his breath as best he could in between his panting, Bobbie stood in its fighting stance. Ever at the ready. "Bobbie" was right. He did hit pretty hard. Shiro sustaining a few blows here and there that would surely bruise up if it weren't for his Aura. Which, was subsequently running a tad low for his liking. He had really put out, burning off most of his anger from prior and his energy to go with it. Shiro got what he wanted out of it though. He definitely got plenty of practice with his combos and transition attack drills. Drenched in sweat, Shiro took a deep breath and strained as he stood. Willing his body to keep going for just a little longer. They had traded strikes for however long that his poor ears had a persistent ringing in them. It didn't sound nice when geisteel/siderite alloy clashed with whatever the hell Bobbie was made of. When they trained and fought, at moments Shiro thought it was going to rain. Their fighting sounding like the crashes of thunderstorms. Shiro absently hoped he hadn't drawn any attention to himself. Exhaling deeply, Shiro grinned and sheathed his weapons. Slinging them onto his back, he walked up to Bobbie with his fist out. Bobbie, when it saw Shiro disarm himself, eased out of its stance. "Phew! You weren't kiddin' there boss! You just don't quit, huh?" That was the advantage of being a robot. You didn't tire. If any parts broke down or wore off, you simply repaired/replaced/upgraded them. Shiro figured that must be a bit of an enjoyable advantage to have over everyone else, thinking of Gren. "Well, I think that's enough for today. Thanks for your help, Bobbie!" Bobbie, looking at Shiro's presented fist recognized the gesture. Greeting Shiro's knuckles with its own light bump of the fist. Must've been preprogrammed or learned from prior experiences, Shiro figured. "I'm all spent, so I'll be going to hit the showers now. Hopefully we can train together in the future some more, Bobbie! Thanks again!" As Shiro walked away, he waved his salutations. Bobbie just standing there watching as the faunus boy left. Once gone, Bobbie then kneeled down. Powering off. Shiro stretched as he walked, a more difficult task than one would think. He wasn't looking forward to feeling sore tomorrow, but at least it would be good. It meant that he gave a good amount of effort. As he returned to Beacon Academy proper, he hoped he didn't look or smell too bad being freshly covered in sweat and dirt. He would have to check his weapons back into the Armory. Then return to the room to get his clothes and toiletries. Finally, the shower to rinse and clean off. Maybe go into town and hit up the arcade and see what's new. A notification rang from his Scroll and he curiously slipped it out to view it. It was from the pizzeria he had ordered from. The order was complete and on its way to where Shiro had directed them. With a smile, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and whistled as he walked. "Hmm. Maybe I should invite everyone out for pizza after all..." Shiro wondered, his eyes looking up at the sky. He nearly ran into a light pole in his wanderlust.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue knew nothing of her family. Amy knew her family, though it was clear that it was not the most pleasant of families. Reality made it so that not everyone was happy from the first moment they could remember clearly in their adulthood. For Sangue, obliviousness contributed to how much of a blank sheet she was when it came to emotions and anything related to society. Whether it be the tinge of corruption in some sides of society or the simpler and more straightforward side of life, she had less experience in. Amy would surely have a reason for not liking her family, and the thought of it resonated within the snake's mind. Sangue was born human. She acted with a sentience more limited than both humans and Faunus, despite sharing similar blood to them. She did not understand- let alone know- much about Amy's position in society, but none of it mattered to one who grew in a world where society did not exist in the first place. What mattered was reason. Reason, and condition. Condition, and the person. She did not know too much on what good she could be for Amy. Sangue lacked much of the knowledge one would need in a world where deception could linger under the eye of the public. She was naive and trusting behind the monstrous exterior of a natural-born predator. Amy brought reality into the spotlight quite well, Sangue thought. Silence fell as Sangue glanced at the infirmary, and then at the path she walked in. The chains of her claw rattled quietly, as if to signify wherever the huntress went. "I see," she whispered. As they walked, Sangue took a small breath. The excitement from the mission she had gone to had quieted down, but she still wanted to make sure to retain her usual composure the day after. Immediate preparation for returning to a proper mental stature was key for someone who generally moved and acted slowly outside of battle. While moving, an idea came to the snake's mind. Turning directly to Amy's direction, she slowly reached out before putting her only hand on the Faunus' shoulder. "..." ... ... ... "...This... is how you... assure people... to make them happy. Right...?" ... ... "...I'm sorry. I'll... try this again... at a better time..." Taking her hand off of Amy's shoulder, Sangue scratched the back of her head. She had tried to be more casual with her friend but only ended up looking like a 4-dimensional doofus. The timing felt extremely off, even for the swordswoman, so she decided to try again at a later time. Perhaps there was a more appropriate time she could put her hand on someone's shoulder reassuringly. That would be great, considering how she saw some people do it. Amy's feathery hair clicked something in Sangue's head. Soon, she ended up taking off the pin that held her ponytail and let her hair flow freely. She rarely did so outside of her dormitory, but for now... she was having a moment of peace. A bit of vulnerability wouldn't hurt in exchange for comfort, hopefully. "Perhaps I... should meditate... outside... some time soon..." Sangue muttered as she stared at a flight of stairs. She did not know if Amy meditated like she did, but the idea of meditating with her whole team sounded interesting. At the moment, Sangue's train of thoughts were not filled with too much to express to her friend. But she did not need much to talk about to appreciate Amy for walking together with her. Her presence alone was enough to be appreciative about.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Write@HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi "Then make a decision, Schwarz," was Gratia's flat reply. The Mistralese Huntress' tone betrayed no emotion, nor did her impassive expression. There was nothing that she could convey in the first place; although the tickets were free, she possessed no great interest in acquiring them for her own gain. However, there was a need to observe Nuit and ensure that the recently-healed Faunus did not attempt anything fucking retarded; her compatriot's emotional state was likely still erratic in some way after the imprisonment. "Otherwise, Nuit will force her own choices onto you." Her phone chirped. That was the irritatingly cheerful alert she had assigned to any messages from Vega, one she had decided was befitting of her leader's boundless annoying energy. The Mistralese girl rapidly removed the device from her pocket, dark eyes glancing down at the glowing screen at the text. It was a bother, but she would have to formulate a reply to the other huntress' shallow question. >Standing in the infirmary. >Get the fuck out of bed. Her fingers danced rapidly across the keys, before immediately hitting send.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate Practically the instant the airship's hatch door opened, folding down to become a short stairway for passengers, Abel was ready to board. A very rare sort of energy had overtaken him, awoken somehow despite the morning's grueling mission and the afternoon's strenuous exercise. All the same, he did not want to seem unduly enthused, so he stood by while the others made their way over, rather like a somebody taking credit for opening an automatic door. While waiting he heard the familiar buzz of a new text alert from his scroll, and dutifully the guardian removed the device from his pocket to check what he'd received. Surprisingly, the message originated from the school itself, as opposed to a teammate as he initially expected. He scanned the lines, furrowing his brow slightly as he read about the various happenings of the upcoming Monday. Funnily enough, he hadn't even known that Monday was supposed to be a day off. The alternative didn't exactly thrill him, however. Abel felt like competing in a school-organized race about as much as he felt like a garden gnome with gonorrhea—which was to say, not at all. His first thoughts pertaining to the 'Stone Cold Showdown' were dismissive, but before he even got to second-guessing himself, Abel found his opinions changing. The more he ruminated on it, the more he imagined that a wrestling event would be just his thing. In the ring, size mattered, and that at least Abel had in spades. You know what? Abel asked himself, I'm gonna do it. About time I did something in my free time other than work out and browse the web. The only problem he could think of was large, green, and walking right toward him along with Shiro. No doubt Gren's gonna be all over this. I hope we don't get matched against one another. Hey, shouldn't it be illegal for him to compete anyway, with all those cybernetic enhancements? The question occupied Abel so much that he nearly missed the crushing sadness wafting from his tigeresque teammate like ripeness from roadkill. All thoughts of grappling, costumes, and pay-per-view vanished from the guardian's mind the instant his eyes landed on Shiro's face. Somehow, in less than thirty seconds, the most chipper and upbeat individual Abel could think of had turned miserable. He blanched, at a total loss for what to do. Luckily, Gren seemed to be on the case. Thanking his lucky stars that he had someone who could shoulder that responsibility around, Abel waiting for his companions to pass by and board the airship. Once the ladies of team KESS followed suit, Abel brought up the rear, his tentative smile more tentative than ever before. Mere minutes later, the airship touched down about two hundred feet away and six hundred feet lower than the place from which it departed. The warm orange horizon, behind which the sun had just begun to dip, framed the city of Vale beautifully. As luck would have it, the walk to the pizzeria was not long, but the seven students of Beacon walked it in near-silence. Abel didn't mind the general quiet. Everyone needed some time alone with their thoughts. Inside the pizza joint, Abel expected that the more intimate atmosphere would stir up real conversation among them. In the course of the walk there, he'd finished reading the school's notification message, and in doing so drummed up memories of his parents. Had it really been only two weeks since he'd seen them? It felt so much longer. The notion of his folks visiting the school brought a nigh imperceptible but remarkably genuine grin to his face. Of all the topics that might emerge over a platter of oven-fresh 'za, though, Abel didn't think that anyone's parents would be one of them. In fact, something in his gut told him that very subject might be what stole Shiro's fire only minutes prior. The thought worried Abel—why hadn't Shiro let his friends know? Then again, parental issues were definitely the kind of thing that an average person might keep bottled up. And...as much as he hated to think about it, he and Shiro weren't really friends, not in the sense that he would have liked to be. The truth stung him. But what can I do? 'How to reach someone's soul' isn't something you find in a book... These thoughts and more swirled around in the guardian's noggin as he, along with Krysanthe, Yue, Sepia, Skyra, Shiro, and Gren, stepped into the pizza place.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Pizzeria Shiro was still in a rather downtrodden mood, gloomy and expression blank. None of the usual light that existed within his normally gleaming golden eyes was present. Bandaged hands stuffed into his pockets, ears droopy, the tiger-boy looked up and around at the new pizzeria. Never having been here, he would've been excited at the premise of being somewhere new. Normally, he would feel adventurous and wander all about to take in the 'sights', though no one else could typically find anything 'special' about the place lacking the child-like spirit of exploration like Shiro has. No, instead Shiro found the nearest unoccupied booth and lazily leafed through the menu options for food. Waiting until whomever decided to join him sat down before he placed his order. Disinterest and boredom oozed from him, his cheerful-demeanor absent as he continued to sulk over whatever still bothered him.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Food delivery Checking the time as she walked out of the café, Diamond tried to plan her day. She promised the guys lunch and now she booked an extracurricular at six in the afternoon. That took care of the afternoon, which left her with the entire morning full of nothing to do. Sure, there was homework to be done, but what needed to be handed over on Monday she could manage tomorrow, and the rest through the week. She briefly entertained the thought of doing absolutely nothing and spending the day in bed, but then an idea popped into her head. Looking over the messages again Diamond made a shopping list and set off to the store. It would be easy to just have the food ordered somewhere, but she was feeling generous. As she walked she texted an old friend if she could borrow his kitchen. Showing up at McGuinness' half an hour later and weighted with grocery bags, she gave Desmond her greetings. "Cooking for an army, Diamond?" the innkeep snickered. "An army of cripples perhaps. I can't very well leave them on hospital food though, can I? The place free?" Diamond asked. "It is, there's only dullness before lunchtime in this business. Help yourself, but don't leave a mess!" --- Infirmary It took her the better part of the time she had left until lunch, but Diamond found cooking strangely relaxing. It was of course a complete torture not to eat most of what she made, but alas if she shown up empty handed the rest of her team would probably bite her head off - maybe literally, depending on just how hungry they were. Getting the food past the head nurse turned out to be less troubling than she thought it would - she simply asked and was given a green light - after all she did make sure what she brought was a balanced diet. Well, maybe not the cookies, but she wouldn't hand those over before Emerald ate something worthwhile. The smell of the food arrived shortly before she did. Knocking on the doorframe she raised the bag: "Somebody ordered food?" @Abillioncats @floodtalon</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary So, the man Sapphire's team had brought into custody had already managed an escape. That....was not a good thing. The timing was perfect. They'd lost their test subject, and it seemed this scientist, Pops, was somehow involved as well. Spring the scientist from jail, take back the kid, then launch an attack to draw attention away from it. The timing was just too perfect. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time, it's enemy action. Something was very, very wrong here. And now it was obvious to Oswald. "That...is bad. I don't mean 'stubbed toe' bad. I mean 'shot by an anti-air turret' bad." His example was oddly specific, but he was hoping Sapphire wouldn't be put off by that. She seemed to take a moment to think on her next words before asking her a question. About one of her own teammates. About what he, specifically, thought of said teammate. Gren. The big, green hulking motherfucker with the monstrous weapon. Somehow, Marcus had defeated him during the first day of duels, but since his old team leader was gone now, it hardly mattered. What did Oswald think of him? Did Oswald think of him? He was compelled to answer in the negative. "I don't know enough about the guy to say anything one way or the other. If it was Shiro, I could at least say a few words, but Gren's essentially an unknown to me. He offered us all food on that first day, but other than that I wouldn't call us any more than distant acquaintances. My first impression is that he tries...a bit too hard to be friendly to everybody around him, but that might just be my personal tendencies towards isolation talking." Sighing, Oswald shook his head slowly. "This is a lot to think about. I still don't even know exactly what happened on my mission. After we split up, I didn't see Diamond or Emerald until I woke up here..." Although his pride was wounded at having been so brutally beaten, Oswald was more concerned about what that thing he'd fought was. It might have been a Huntress at some point, but during the fight it seemed to change. Become more evil, more soulless. More like a Grimm. The thought was niggling at the back of his mind. He had to know.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Infirmary Cobalt had been doing a lot of reading for the past day. All his homework had been completed first, that had taken about an hour, then he continued his exhaustive research on what that Grimm had been. After a few hours of dead ends, he had moved on to reading up on anything to do with Grimm psychology, then moving on to Hunter psychology. Cobalt had read so much that he had fallen asleep with his Scroll in his hands, completely unaware of the world around him. Something that Oswald would be glad to know most likely. The morning arrived and Cobalt awoke around 7 to the smell of disinfectant and various other hospital smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and waited for someone to come in to offer him breakfast. He took one bite before he pushed it to the side and decided to wait until Diamond brought some food, tiding himself over with water instead. It was around lunchtime that Diamond came knocking with a bag of food and a heavenly smell around her. Cobalt had to actively hold himself from jumping out of the hospital bed to get to the food as soon as possible. He blinked as he noticed he was already leaning out of the bed slightly. "Have I told you how you're my favorite teammate?" Cobalt remarked as his stomach rumbled in anticipation. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Team Swansong Dormitory 'Why?' thought a sleepy Shiro. 'Why do we have to do things like eat and use the restroom?' Shiro complained, his stomach rumbling angrily at him as he tightened the blankets around him, trying to shut out the sound. 'Just let me sleep!' Shiro stuffed his face into his pillow and growled. "Agh!" Bundled up in his little 'tiger-nest/cocoon' of sheets and blankets, Shiro's alarm blared loudly at him. Grumbling irritably, he stirred within the cocoon of cloth until his own white ears poked out of the bundle. Bad mistake. He hadn't meant to but by unshielding his ears from the digital alarm clock app on his Scroll, that just made the noises louder. Poking his head out from the sheets, he glared at his Scroll and went to bat at his Scroll to shut it off. Having enough of the sound and feeling extra irritable this morning. "Alright, I get it! Shut u-!" This was his second mistake. A swing and a miss. "Oop! OH SHI-!" Tangled up in his sheets, Shiro couldn't stop himself from rolling over the side of his top bunk bed. The dramatic weight shift and gravity just working against the poor tired tiger-boy this morning. Sheets and blankets wrapping around his face, he couldn't see where he was going to orient himself. "This is it. This is how I'm going to die." thought Shiro mid-fall. Thud! Sheets and blankets sliding off of his body, Shiro found himself on all fours and in good health. Blinking, he carefully looked around himself to see if anyone else had saw. But, thankfully, he was alone in their room. The others probably already having started their days early. Slowly standing up, he looked at the pile of sheets on the ground and scratched at his head. "Huh. I guess...I really do always land on my feet." Shrugging, a pillow slipped off the side of his bunk and boofed against his face. He grumbled. Beacon Cafeteria After having gone through his morning routine, Shiro found himself seated by himself with the usual big heaping plate of food in front of him for breakfast. Bleary-eyed and hair somewhat a disheveled mess, Shiro yawned as she blankly stared at his meal. Rubbing his eyes, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and opened up this 3D Holographic design app he found installed on it. More than likely something Gren had put on there prior to his transfer of ownership. The Boar faunas probably used it to come up with new gadgets and gizmos for equipment and weapons. But, for Shiro, it was just the perfect thing he needed to conceptualize future upgrades and redesigns of his own weapons. Creating gears and contraptions with taps and flicks of his fingers, he could even pull up designs he found on the internet and see how they functioned in real time to give him a better understanding of how he could either make his own or improve upon what already existed. Lazily eating and playing with his Scroll as he distracted himself. Today's subject being how to he could increase the efficiency and versatility of his sword and shield. He was thinking an internal box magazine stored within his shield. Perhaps even with an automatic loader/feeder like he knew some firearms used. He already had a basic idea of how he would forge and machine the parts he needed, the only issues he had were what everyone usually had. Time, and money. He didn't quite have the necessary 'skrill' to get the high-quality metal billets he wanted, so unless he was willing to wait longer to upgrade. He would have to save up his Lien. He didn't like the idea of waiting nor did he like the idea of compromising on 'lesser' metal types to machine his parts with. He had expensive tastes as well, desiring the geisteel/siderite alloy billets. It was all he ever used and worked with, and he damn near refused to work with anything less for his own equipment. Muttering and mumbling to himself between bites and swallows of food, Shiro browsed other patented designs and humored himself by shopping around for other 'lesser' raw metals. Scoffing when he saw how cheaply he could get some of them in bulk and skimming across articles defending the lesser materials and how they could be just as good as the higher quality stuff. "Tch. Amateurs." Shiro rolled his eyes. "Ohh-ho! Best bang for your buck! Pfft. Yeah, right."</s>
<\|description\|>Kuhaku Shiro Age: 17 Gender: Male Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based) Weapon: Kladenets & Perun A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts. Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency. Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands. In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them. Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them. However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off. Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin. Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think. Color: Sky-Blue Emblem: Appearance: [All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Air Docks Ready for adventure Things were starting to get a bit out of hand, but it wasn't anything unusual for Gren. Seemed like a lot of things he gets involved in tends to get blown out of proportions. If any more people showed up Gren would be legitimately concerned about trying to feed and entertain all of them. Ironically enough, it wasn't until Shiro came dashing in that the situation could be more controllable. The white tiger came in fast as he crashed into Gren, but as he was already in a low seated position he only slightly tilted forward. Looking over at Shiro, Gren picked his friend up and dusted him off. Then Gren handed a Shiro a skewer before he started packing up his grill. "About time you showed up. I thought me and Sangue were going to have to hunt you down! Well, the gang's all here then." Gren looked over to Skyra and Emerald, who was now joined by Sepia and Diamond. Sepia wanted to know about their birthdays out of the blue, but Gren obliged her request. "July fourth." It also seemed that Emerald was skipping out of a very important healing process called resting. Gren gave Emerald a sympathetic smile and spoke. "You should head back with Diamond and rest up Emerald. We can play together once you're feeling better. Anyways, me, Shiro and Sangue are going to head to Forever Fall's to pick up some raw materials for upgrades. If you have any request, come find me!" It was then that their airship had arrived. Once Gren had all this things put away he walked into the airship bound for Forever Fall, hopefully with Shiro and Sangue in tow. He still had the scent of his kebabs fresh on his person, though he intended to get some alone time to rid himself of the stretch. As delicious as it smelled, it was a bit awkward to smell like BBQ. "You two make yourself comfortable, we'll be at Forever Fall's in no time." @NarayanK@harinezumikouken@SevenStormStyle@Abillioncats@PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK Woooo-sah. Ben didn't miss a beat, drinking in the hot, black c o f f e e he needed to keep his wits about him. Coffee. Bitter. Bitter coffee. Fixate on that. The coffee. "It was pretty... Chaotic. And Lauren and I have a very different definition of 'accident'." The brown-haired boy commented, taking another drink of the coffee and casting a glance Amy's way. He held up his closed notebook towards Lauren by way of answer, then elaborated; "I woke up early, decided to get some work done instead of going back to sleep. It's a Saturday, so I haven't got much else to do." "I'll swing by the armory later, see about getting acquainted. And you and I have a date with a new tonfa."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus Cypher@Suku Jack froze completely as he listened to the ferret's story, holding his sandwich mid-bite before lowering it around the end of the story. So it's been through a lot, he never thought he'd hear it from its own mouth. It seems Scoot belongs to Team Swansong, pet-wise, technically, even if it didn't feel that way it was a much more convenient term. Between experiments and the regular meeting someone nice and now it's good times, what were those experiments all about...? Scoot was probably not the right one to ask about that, but he felt he didn't want to know anyways. "Mhm, mhm, sounds good for you now... Cian why were you following it around? And where's Gren and all?", he spoke in-between his bites.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Cypher@Abillioncats@SevenStormStyle Skyra poked Emerald's nose before moving onto the meal. "Follow your team leader's advice, Emmy! You're still sick!" She took a plate and two steaks and proceeded to munch on them. On the steak, not the plate, that is. In the middle of a chewing on a piece of roasted meat, Skyra noticed a bit too late what Gren had said. "Ah, you're going to get stuff, I nee..." aaaand that was when the doors to the airship closed and it lifted off. Skyra stood there, staring at the airship taking off into the distance, her mouth covered with a few spots of barbecue sauce. "Shit..." Instead of continuing to eat, Skyra pulled out a handkerchief, cleaned her head, her mouth and anything else dirty before moving on to turn on her scroll and starting up the messaging application. ``` To: The Grim One Uh, I didn't manage to tell you. I plan to modify/create a new weapon. A bow that converts into two blades with a quiver armed with dust tipped arrows. If you manage to find some materials for that on your excursion, I'd be happy to take them from you, even buy them from you, if you need me to. ~Skyra ``` She pressed "send" and put her scroll away and turned to Sepia. "May fifth. My birthday." She grinned and went back to her steaks waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald's tail fluffed up a bit when she heard Diamond's scolding voice. She'd been hoping it would have taken longer for Diamond to find her. Her facial expression was like one of a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "My...my mom?" Emerald almost rolled her eyes, her mom was about as gentle and softhearted as they could get. Diamond's threat wasn't scary to her at all. "The worst she'd do is sent me a get well soon card with a lot of hearts on it." Her dad on the other hand well...she wasn't gonna think about that. Gren told her she should get some rest, and even Skyra said about the same as she poked her nose. Maybe...maybe it would be better to just go back with Diamond, she was feeling more than a little tired, all the walking she had done just to get to the hanger had been more exhausting than she wanted to admit. Wait no! She didn't want to go back there, she hated being stuck in there! All it did was remind her what had happened to her and her team. And...and she was afraid, afraid of a repeat of her latest nightmare. She used to love sleeping and having dreams, but now she was terrified of the idea. She looked at Diamond, her body a bit shaky as she steadied herself. She felt sick with dread and combining that with her weakened, dizzy body was making it difficult to even stand there. "I...I don't want to go back...please..." She said, barely audible as she found herself leaning against a wall. Her vision blurred as she found it more difficult to focus, her heart pumping loudly as she felt more and more panicked.</s>	<\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro "I'm okay!" The world in his vision spun. Round and round endlessly making him feel queasy as he swore he heard the annoying twitter of circling birds flying overhead, though he couldn't see them. From just below the very border of his vision, he saw Sangue's face pop up offering her one and only hand to help him up after his little...'mishap'. Smiling, just about to reach for her offered hand to help himself up, Gren beat her to the punch and scooped him up. Like a kitten being grabbed by its scruff, Shiro's body stiffened until he was set back onto his feet. Blinking, he did a quick self check. Still had feeling in his toes. Still had feeling in his hands. He could see, hear, and smell everything okay. He didn't feel like he was going to immediately die and didn't sense any feeling of danger. So, he was okay. Smiling with ears twitching happily, he lived through another one of his 'moments'. Speaking of smell Gren handed him a kebab of meat, to which he stared at for a moment before realizing that was what smelled so good. What was with Gren constantly cooking anyways? He could never understand his friend's obsession with it, but everyone had their hobbies so he just shrugged and bit into his gifted snack. As he ate, airship just off in the distance, he turned his attention to the others in the group and saw that quite a little crowd had gathered. Was it because of Gren's cooking or was everyone going to Forever Falls for different reasons? Nomming away, he saw a particular faunus girl that he knew a bit better than the rest. That...canine faunus. Sepia. She was apparently going around asking others for their birthdays for one reason or another. Hearing each of them list off the days and months they were born, Shiro's chewing slowed as his expression sobered up. ... He didn't know his birthday. Truth be told, he hadn't known his birthday for as far as memory would allow. When he was discovered, found, rescued, whatever you want to call it. They just assumed his age or so he thought. Whenever he attempted to ask the adults responsible for overseeing him and the other orphans, they simply told him "You're [blank] age now." Without ever giving a specific year, month, or day. It made a few things difficult in his life, but for simplicity's sake, he always figured that whenever the new year rolled around that he had also aged a year. So, on all official documents with his personal information, he always put January 1st and counted back the years appropriately for his birth year. He could've been either much older or younger than he thought, but without any information, family, relatives to refer to, there was no telling. As with many things in his life, they were all lies, made up, or assumed. Information filled into blank, empty space to simply fill in a box on a form. So, he slowly turned away from Sepia and the others. Acting as if he hadn't heard the question posed to them all and looked up to see the airship coming and quickly finished off his kebab. Pulling his hood over his head and ears, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and resumed his work on the finer details of Sangue's future arm. Intent on staying as under the radar as he could all of a sudden, after his ...energetic entrance.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea." He took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!" He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Grounds ==> Cafeteria After the sparring matches were threw and the bell rang Sapphire made her way slowly to the infirmary. There the nurse bandaged her rib and ankle and gave her a soft loose slipper for her damaged foot. Then at Sapphire's insistence she also bandaged her hands. It was not that she had injured them but the trick she'd done by grabbing Oswald's sword's had sliced her gloves, aura didn't protect clothing. The bandages were to hide the scares on her hands. After that Sapphire deciding that she didn't really need to attend the remainder of Math or any of History returned to her room to get a particular item, her violin. She walked the grounds looking for a secluded spot. The nurse had given her some sort of anti-inflammatory so she could walk properly. She wouldn't be running for another two days but she could walk. Finally Sapphire found what she was looking for, an isolated spot. She took the violin out it's case and played a song called The Parting Glass. She could of course only play the violin part, there was a guitarist piece and flute accompaniment that went with it but those were instruments Sapphire did not know how to play. She played it three times looking out over the edge of Beacon. Halfway threw her third recital Sapphire heard the bell ring signalling the beginning of lunch. Sapphire made her way to the mess hall, if she wanted to have time to eat she couldn't drop it back at the dorms which was a pity but Sapphire decided not to dwell on it. In the line up Sapphire selected two chicken sandwiches, a side of mashed potatoes, a small plate of apple slices covered in cellophane wrap and a milk. She looked up at the staff member charging for each purchase making sure she was busy with someone who'd taken an impossibly large amount of foot compared to his size. Once Sapphire was sure the woman wasn't looking at her ship popped her violin case open and slid the milk and apples into a three by six slot that was supposed to hold dust cartridges, Janus had the case specialty made, he didn't want her to ever be out of ammunition and she never let her violin out of her sight so the obvious solution was to put the rounds in with the violin. He didn't really consider that she might just take them out. Once she'd paid for her meal Sapphire surveyed the room and decided to take a seat across from Oswald. The table was currently in the middle of a discussion on the uses of math and history and how they applied to combat. "I'd say the wizard there is right, combat is an art form not a science. You find me someone who fights with numbers and calculations and I'll show him what a real fight looks like." Sapphire opened her violin case and set the rest of her meal, the stuff she hadn't paid for next to the stuff she had. Sapphire was just about to take a bite of the chicken sandwich when the girl next to her made some comment about growing up with the state. Sapphire froze, that meant only one thing. "You grew up in foster care?" Sapphire had known foster care and orphanage kids. The times that Janus was away from the house Sapphire spent as far from the place as she could. She'd fallen in with less than reputable crowds but she could always tell the foster kids from the rest. Something about there eyes, they never quite focused on one thing, like they were always looking for a way out.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Class As the teacher arrived and gawked at the tank, he then had everyone make their introductions. Daniel was certainly interested in the tank, too, but there were things that were more important than staring at a tank. Everyone then began making their introductions, including Shiro and his somewhat... loud intro. He chuckled when Sapphire mentioned Shiro's brain damage, which Daniel wouldn't really put past him. When Shiro objected and tried to go to Daniel for support, Daniel looked up innocently at the ceiling and said, "Oh, I dunno, maybe in all the excitement you did suffer some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. You know, because the flames ate it all." He then got up himself and made his introduction as well. "My name's Daniel," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty good at making a few things. Explosives, mainly, but I'm working on some others." Satisfied with that, he sat back down and got himself comfortable again. He supposed he had to thank his adoptive father for what skill he had in this.</s> <\|message\|>Rayna Bryson Rayna Bryson - Armoury All in all, the rest of her class seemed nice enough. A few people seemed to break that trend, however - there was a bit of a spout between an adorable Fox Faunus that she wanted to snuggle and some sort of cat faunus. Then, of course, you had the one guy who decided to drop the bomb-shell that he used to be in the White Fang. Frowning in quick annoyance, she turned to Victor quickly. They were closer and separated from the other groups so she thought that her words was hushed enough. "First the school accepts perverts and now they're accepting terrorists? I thought Beacon had some standards." She could completely understand if someone had put that life behind them but she followed the mentality that if they used violence for their political aims once, they wouldn't hesitate to do it again. When Victor sat back down, she gave him a quick nod of approval and a short smile. "You did good! If you think about it, you did a lot better than that guy..." She whispered, referencing Shiro who didn't look like he was in a good state. "You think he's ok? He looks like he's about to have a heart attack." She seemed concerned, despite her rather cold statement aimed at Geni only a few moments earlier. Finally, she decided that there had been enough people who went before her so she slowly climbed to her feet. Clearing her throat, she began. Hi. Ugh, my name is Rayna Bryson and I specialise in personals and ugh... aeronautics." She seemed to shift after that last point like she was desperate to return to her seat. Unfortunately, however, Professor Chatsworth had other intentions. Adjusting his spectacles, he seemed to final focus on her and apparently was surprised by what he found. "You wouldn't be related to General Bryson, considering your name and your specialisation?" Elijah was sharp, it seemed, and well-versed in the Atlas military power which was utterly horrible for her - she didn't want anyone to know who she was. "Ugh... Yea- Yes sir. His daughter." Her voice was shaky now and she took a second to cast her eyes around the room before sinking down into her seat again. There seemed to be an underlying shame in her past, in her privilege. She didn't go through half of what the others went through and she felt that because of it, she was of less value. People were set on becoming hunters because they knew how horrid life could get but she only ever knew luxury. Her status was her weakness. Professor Elijah Chatsworth His class were a peculiar bunch indeed. First, you had the bot who revealed to the class that he was originally a member of the White Fang, then you had someone who worried Elijah on whether he was having a mental break-down and then there was the daughter of Atlas' General of the Tactical Air Force. However there did seem to be a good trend between all of them - there was no one in the class with no experience in engineering whatsoever. Granted, some of them had worked on tanks while others had just their weapons to speak of but the average was of a good quality. Then there was the odd case of the fox faunus who seemed much too willing to help to help the young man who looked like he was very definitely having a mental break-down now. "That's a very good point, Miss Sabella." Seeming to stroke his beard intelligently, he used the few seconds of free time to decide. "Ok but return to class immediately after delivering him to the sick-bay." And then the boy decided that he didn't in fact need to go. "Ok, return to your seat please." "Right. Now we have all been introduced, let's get down to some actual work. Dust! A wonderful substance indeed! Such great properties..." And thus began a proper lesson in Armoury, not what they thought they would be doing which probably included making things for the entire year.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Good job young man! Truly a warrior in the right place!" the professor offered the praise, nodding at Ben to return to his seat. "I hope you all noted that the cub was more fierce than the books will tell you. Usually the older the grimm manages to live, the more it will learn. that doubles for the wendigos who possess higher than normal healing abilities." Port explained, waving his arm to the door, "Now for our next match, we shall move outside." Leading the class out, it was fortunately a rather sunny day. Perfect opportunity for the students to learn about species that would usually be dangerous to encounter in the wild! "Now, who would like to attempt to tame our next challenge? Mister Bellum perhaps, you seem eager for a chance, come and show us what is in you!" he cheered the student on, the sarcasm in his tone going unnoticed. Whether on purpose no one could tell. "Remember students, to take noted of the fight. this time we will see an adult individual, however, outside of it's usual environment and, most importantly, company." Port teased about the creature before slamming the lock off of one of the many cages set up in the yard before distancing himself He kept his weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as slowly, as if uninterested by the students, a Sitting Bull walked out of the cage and gazed upon Aurellius, as if it was teasing him to make the first move. ______________________________ When Aurellius took a seat next to her, Diamond gave the man an acknowledging nod. He seemed uncomfortable with his suit, which she noticed was a fresh one. It would seem she vacated the mess hall just in time indeed. She watched the fight with interest. The datura their team fought in the initiation was a one of a kind grimm, and she was interested what other danger was out there. It didn't get much different than the beast the guy was facing, so quick and agile compared to the lumbering plant monster. When the fight concluded, the class was moved outside. Diamond guessed it was to prevent collateral damage, which soon proven correct when Aurellius was picked next, and to her great amusement was pitted against an evil piece of steak. She immediately imagined her teammate in one of those ridiculous corrida outfits and had to stifle a fit of giggles.</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni took a seat next to Amy leaving he weapon next to Shiro. He was not the slightest bit worried about it though. Although the kid seemed like he was...loopy, he was still sure the kid was responsible. Unfortunately, Geni did not feel that way about himself, he could not believe he had let that slip. "No, no, no, I am not a part of the White Fang, I left them." He wanted to yell. But what use would it be, they would all look at him the same way. Terrorist, Murderer, Thief, never just Geni. Geni's while demeanor changed, he became quiet, much more quiet than he usually ever was. Anyone looked or sounded peved about his slip he would give them a crippling stare, especially to the Ivan one. Geni made sure he listened to everyone's introduction. Although were some of them were weirder that others. Geni felt uncomfortable the second he heard Shiro's introdutuon, he felt that his property was in danger, but Geni shrugged it off and let it go. The daughter Breyson was something new also, maybe she was afraid of him. Geni immediately shook his head, she was the daughter of the General. What could she be afraid of, a lowly terrorist like him was nothing to her. After the teacher signaled that the introductions were over, he was glad, he was tired of hearing people's voices. Anger and rage had been at the forefront of his emotional state. He had to calm down or something bad was gonna happen, but he could not control himself. Luckily the teacher started a lesson on Dust, just the thing he was looking for. Inspiration took the forefront of his emotions now, pushing the rage under it. Geni wished he had a note book, luckily there was paper and pencils on the desk. He grabbed 2 pices of paper and 2 pencils. With one pencil in each hand he began to scribble furiously on one sheet, and write softly on the other with the other pencil. On one paper he drew a weapon, and a gauntlet, one that encassed the whole arm. On the other he wrote down the notes. He noticed some people using there scrolls but Geni was old school. Geni was finally starting to calm down, unfortunately, the slightest distraction would make him blow.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly-Armory Class Oswald had no idea what to do as Gren attacked Ivan, screaming about taking on the Unsubtle. Yeah, guy was crazy. Oswald wasn't willing to use his Semblance again, not with this many people around. The risk of accidentally ending up inside of someone else was far too great. Thankfully, the other students were more than eager to assist, with multiple people coming in to Ivan's aid. In fact, so many people came that Oswald wasn't even sure who the hell had actually stopped Ivan from getting his head crushed like a grape. The professor scolded the class as Geni made his escape, followed by Sapphire, giving the aggressors involved detention. "So.....who exactly counts as a aggressor here? Cuz I did kinda threaten to unleash the tank...." Awkwardly looking around, Oswald decided to go back to his seat. This class had been an exercise in futility. They'd gotten some good notes about Dust, yes, but it was the first day of school and already people were making allies and enemies. Oswald wondered if he'd made any of either with his speech, but he couldn't be sure. the only person who probably thought of him fondly in any way at this point was Sapphire, and of that he wasn't even sure. That was why it came as a surprise when Marcus praised his efforts, even if they hadn't gotten any results. The team leader was already on his way to his vehicle when Oswald thought of a response, causing him to shrug. Once the professor returned and dismissed the class, Oswald decided to speak to Sapphire. She'd seen his Semblance in action, and it was always a fun time seeing people's reaction to it. Even the people he grew up with never managed to get used to it, though Oswald restricted its usage at most times. "So, that was pretty...." Finding himself unable to come up with an appropriate word, he just blinked for a second or two before continuing. "Yeah. Well, you got to see my Semblance in action earlier than expected. It's always a little unsettling to use, but I'm mostly over it by now. Mostly."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies The red-haired woman applauded the man known as Aurellius for taking down the Sitting Bull with a unnecessarily strenuous, yet entertaining style of fighting. While the style may seem inefficient against human criminals and the like, against certain Grimm, the style actually seemed disorienting enough to catch the beasts off-guard. She wondered what it was like to pole-vault, however. With that in mind, Sangue noticed Ben claiming that he could give her a second set of notes. Her stoic expression never fading, the woman bowed slightly, letting her hair softly move around her neck in interesting ways, before turning back to pay attention to the classes. She truthfully did feel relieved that someone would take notes for her, though she was unable to express such emotions well. She remained quiet, her scarred eye closed with her unharmed eye slightly open.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson made sure to keep an eye on Pricilla until the professor said to pay attention to the grim and not her and Greyson blushed a little in embarrassment and quickly said "yes professor" Greyson said softly as he mumbled "not like I couldn't beat any of them anyways" Greyson said as he went back to paying attention to class regardless of how he felt about Pricilla he needed to make sure he passed the class and stayed with her as a result. Right now Greyson was annoyed at Robert but he decided that Pricilla wouldn't like it if he dueled Robert for Pricilla considering that she wasn't that kind of girl so instead Greyson needed to be smarter then Robert and to do that he needed to pay attention...</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel - Armory Daniel turned around to see Geni already leaping on desks to attack a fellow student. Daniel's first instinct was to grab a desk and throw it at Geni in order to make him stop. Before he could actually do that, however, someone managed to be quicker and stop Geni. Crisis averted, the flames on his arms went out and his hair turned back to normal. As he sat back down, though, he was then given the news that he would be getting detention. "WHAT???" Daniel exclaimed. "Come on, I'm not the one that drew his weapon outside of combat class!" Still, knowing it was futile to argue, he sat back down, arms folded in annoyance. To be fair, his interference certainly didn't help matters. Well, it was just one detention. It's not like it was the end of the world. Sighing, he wondered what was going on with his teammates. Probably something boring and actually related to schoolwork. That reminded him, he was here to learn. Right now, he hadn't gotten to learn anything yet, thanks to the ranting about terrorists and what-not. As the class was dismissed, he was only just a bit more annoyed now. He had been hoping to use this class to get some upgrades for his weapons, but it seems like the time would come later. Oh well. Next up was Survival. That may actually prove to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate At long last, the bell tolled once more. The students, lost in their technology, disputes, education, and combat, had allowed a full hour to slip by. Some left their respective classes sporting bruises and scratches gleaned from their vicious duels against Professor Port's captured Creatures of Grimm; others bore wounds far less obvious and far more impactful. The enemies and alliances made in the year's first Armory class would endure for some time, but exactly how much time those scars would fester was up to the individual. Would they on both sides of the flaring confrontation allow grudge, resentment, prejudice to dictate their further interaction throughout the year? Or would they forgive, and instead focus on the lighter, more companionable side of intimacy? Abel, for one, greeted the bell with a groan. Lost in the battles raging both inside the Grimm Studies classroom and out on the terrace, he had forgotten all notion of time. The liveliness of the class made the whole thing seem like less of a forced learning regimen and more like a party, though the guardian had never allowed himself to become too hyped, lest he also forget why he was here. As he walked from the room, heading to 5th period and the esoteric outdoor classroom of Professor Vorosky's Survival class, he dredged up details from each of the fights that had taken place. First had been the wendigo cub, whose intelligence and cunning had melted into pure rage and given Ben an ultimately easy victory. There was surely something to be learned from that, and not just about Grimm. Next was Aurellius's near-psychotic, ultra-manly beatdown against the Sitting Bull. Following that was Jack's skirmish against the Broodling, and despite the spider-like Grimm's best attempt to slow him down with acid and webbing, it had been utterly flummoxed by the dagger-wielder's uncanny speed. After that, Abel himself had been selected, and found himself pitted against a vicious Harpy. That particular battle had lasted only seconds. A lightning bolt from the Ampere practically reduced the thing to cinders, which was neither entertaining nor educational for anyone, and Abel regretted not being a better sport. Finally, a reluctant Diamond had been called upon to destroy an Itzamna, and after a little initial trouble, managed to gain a height advantage and form what looked like her shadow into a bludgeon. After that, she had actually knocked it out with a tap to the base of the skull, instead of killing it. Despite Diamond's act of passivity, Abel found himself noting want to get on the girl's bad side, and was sure that if she had a fair rematch with Mokuren, that she would be the victor. His thoughts shifted to Survival class as he walked. It had been an obvious pick for him, but what exactly did it entail, he wondered.</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's started to hurt after made line after line, erase after erase. He was finally able to create a concept for a weapon, it as a gauntlet that encased the whole arm, from the shoulder down to the finger tips. The weapon was adorned with claws on the finger tips and a blade that was placed at a 45 degree angle on the forearm. Geni had planed to have the weapon utilize Dust, but his knowledge on the subject was lacking, unfortunately, this was the class that he was supposed to learn about it, and he had wasted it away with his "antics". Geni jumped a little in his seat when the bell for the next class sounded. Thank God., Geni mumbled to himself. The class felt like it was running a little long. Geni stuffed his drawing in his pocket and walked quickly out of class. P.E. was next on the agenda for Geni, a thing that he was all to familiar with. Although Geni was not very muscular, he was lean, and he did have the 6-pack that he assumed the ladies liked. Unfortunately, it was hard to impress the ladies because the most likely had it also, everyone hunter in the school probably had one, there would be no impressing people in that class. Before Geni could walk into PE, he quickly through Ragnorok in his locker and ran to the dorm room to change quickly. He wore a simple white workout T-shirt that conformed comfortably to Geni's body. He then out on a simple matching white shorts. To top it all o he grabbed his white sneakers and ankle socks and made his way into the gym. Geni peaked his head past the gym door. It was a pretty large room, perfect for running around and playing all kinds of sports, even the made up ones. Geni took a tentative step inside before quickly walking inside and finding a spot near the top of bleachers. "Hope this isn't on of those work out classes." he mumbled to himself as pulled out his now wrinkled drawing and examined it and his handy work.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too. After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient. She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag. Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment. Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall. As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?" As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour. Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door. Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms. The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal. Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look. Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman. "Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius Bellum - PE Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away. After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way. Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt. It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized. Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here. Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright. Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.</s>
<\|description\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung G E N I --- "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." B A S I C I N F O A G E 17 G E N D E R Male R A C E Lion Faunas --- C O M B A T I N F O W E A P O N Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing. S P E C I A L T Y Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on. S E M B L A N C E Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart. But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion. C O L O R Gray E M B L E M A black and white striding lion. --- R É S U M É P E R S O N A L I T Y On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions. Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective. Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them. But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary As they guy s spoke, Diamond stole the moment and called dibs on the spare burger as emerald seemed to be too preoccupied to make her choice before the thief starved to death. Diamond figured the kittne liked fish, so she would be fine with other sea food. If not, well, a lesson learned to pay attention to her surroundings, especially food bearing ones. Squeezing the sandwich and taking a bite, she let the odor and taste momentarily scramble her senses. As she ate she listened to what Cobalt and Oswald had to say, and found herself disappointed at the lack of fresh ideas. If only it was this easy to get them to see things her way on the actual mission. Perhaps she was being too harsh judging given they were still bedridden and likely a little shaken from the earlier events, but this was important! They had to figure this stuff out or next week it would be even worse. She wasn't entirely free of the two furry eared distractions in the room though, and while one of her ears picked up the important conversation, the other heard something about cookies, reminding ehr of what was left in her bag. Opening the box she filled the room with the smell of chocolate as she piled them up on a plate. Diamond decided to abandon her observation and escalate to an experiment. Picking one up her eyes flashed white ever so slightly as she flown the cookie out and parked it in between the faunus. One cookie. Two cats. Only one can end up hyperglycemic. she thought in a movie trialer voice. She was happy emerald found a distraction for her worries for a while though... and of course Cobalt the ignorant unfeeling iceheart had to call her out on it, earning himself a glare. "I believe Sapphire is the leader of swansong actually. Not that you would be able to get Tigerboy to focus for more than thirty seconds. And I don't want any weapon, I didn't use any since I was twelve. I'll do fine with the implant for now, I did switch my classes around and paid for some extra tutoring so it should be fine. I wouldn't be mad if we picked something easier to do for next week though, or for however long it takes for us to recover and get our act together." she shrugged. @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN @Abillioncats @PyroDash888</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @floodtalon@Forsythe Skyra flinched a bit when she heard what had happened to Emerald and her team, but she nodded. "Yeah, some in my team also suffered injuries. And we lost a team member as well." She smiled weakly. "Don't worry about it, I think I am over it already now. Or about to be." When blue-hair-dude told her, they were currently in a team-meeting, Skyra turned to him, bowed slightly and apologized. "I am sorry, I did not notice. I'll leave right away... after having a cookie, of course." She grinned at the sole cookie offered to Emerald and her. Two cats, one cookie. Pretty unfair, no? At least Skyra thought so. After a couple dozen seconds of simply staring at said cookie, a devious smile appeared on her face and a slightly sinister giggle escaped her mouth. With a side-glance she eyed the plate full of delicious cookies on the other side of the room. In the blink of a moment, Skyra was gone from her place beside Emerald's bed and basically reappeared dangling from the celing above the cookie plate with a cookie in her mouth pierced by one of her fangs. She dropped back down hands first. Touching down with her hands first, she launched her body backwards until she landed back on her feet. Backflip complete, massive grin, with cookie in her mouth equipped!</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon Emerald was about to say something cheeky in response to Cobalt when a cookie landed between her and Skyra. The gods have answered my prayers! Of course it was then she realized that there was only one cookie, and two of them. She nabbed that cookie faster than one could blink. She liked Skyra but Emerald clearly needed that cookie more! Luckily Skyra had done the smart thing and nabbed a cookie from Diamond's plate. Emerald just grinned as she ate her own cookie. Impressed with Skyra's apparent agility and speed, she clapped. Wait did Skyra say she was gonna leave!? That wouldn't do! "Skyra don't leave after you eat that cookie! If you do I'll probably bite Cobalt..." Emerald devoured the rest of her cookie, before looking at her teammates. "I can multitask I swear! I was totally listening to whatever it was you were saying about team...stuff..."</s>	<\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight. In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face... A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open. "Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork. The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Take me home and feed me, puh-leaaaase?" Diamond said with a mocked whine, giving Aurelius the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster without a stupid grin appearing on her face. "I'll just bankrupt you on food alone. No danger!" she half joked, taking a healthy bite from one of the sandwiches. Then he just had to go and bring up the combat class. "My head's perfectly fine, unlike a certain fox face's I could mention." she grunted, stabbing a few curly fries with the fork particularly violently. "I came here expecting to fight monsters of varying degree of mindlessness, not humans with their cheats. But don't worry, lesson learned. I lost my nerve. Next time I'll poke them with the cane a few times instead of charging right in." she said, taking a break to get some more food down to her belly. Just like breaking into a place. Scout out their defenses, move in when unexpected. she added in her mind. "Besides, I'm alive, and next time she's as good as dead. so what If I can't hit her without damaging myself. I'll just have to knock her out another way..." she thought out loud as she put a hand on Aurelius' shoulder. Her shadow wrapped around the boy's lower face, cutting his air supply. She held for a few seconds to demonstrate the point before letting the shadow dissolve and casually going back to her food.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald just shook his head at Aurellius and Diamond's antics. He'd have to learn to get used to those two soon enough. At least he wasn't the only one who wasn't very well-versed in the academic side of things. He found himself nodding along with Sapphire when she described fighting as an art form. "I agree, fighting is an art. That's why they're called martial arts. Everybody has their own style that can suit them perfectly if they train and hone their skills while they can. But that said, not everybody is fit for art." Having said his piece, Oswald simply continued eating his meal, listening to the conversation about Semblances, trying to remember everything he could. Jack, Aurellius's opponent, had a kind of extreme speed as his Semblance, where Diamond's opponent Mokuren was able to reflect Diamond's attack back at her. It was when Sapphire asked him about his own Semblance that Oswald stopped. It took him a moment to decide whether he should tell her, but ultimately he decided against it. There was no point in hiding it and getting his ass beat, only to reveal it later. "Sorry Sapphire, but if you want to see my Semblance, fight me again when I can use both arms, and when that rib of yours is healed." He said it with a smile, and meant it. Their second fight would be what really counted, when both were in good physical condition. This first fight had been good to judge their abilities, but with debilitating injuries to both, there was no way to tell which fighter really was 'better'.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin was caught a little off guard at Geni's question. Yes, he was overly proficient with the uses of Dust, but he had never thought about teaching people about it. Merlin stopped devouring chicken sandwich number 3, smiled at Geni, and said, "It's actually quite simple. The powdered form of Dust, that most Hunters use, is actually quite unstable and activates to almost any sharp movement," He stopped for a moment to take a swig of his milk, "Just the other day, I heard a rumor about two girls that had a disagreement on the first day of school. One of the girls accidentally let some Burn Dust loose, and the other girl sneezed. The result was a small crater on school grounds," Another milk pause, "Moving on, If you really want to use Dust in the method that I use, I will help modify your weapon to utilize it. I think you might benefit from using specialized Dust bullets though. You know the type my opponent, Ivan, used? It costs a lot less than my method, and greatly increases the amount of options you have during combat." He said with a smile. Merlin was earnest in his offer to help modify Geni's weapon, but he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give him all of Deep Magic's tricks. He liked Geni, but he hasn't come to trust him quite yet. Merlin soon began devouring his food again, but then suddenly stopped. He could hear Ivan in the background calling him an 'amateur-hour stage magician'. Even though Merlin knew it was just a way to make his former opponent feel better about the match, but he couldn't help but take it personally. "If only he knew my old profession, hehehe. Next time I face him, I will worry less about the audience and solely focus on destroying the wall of self confidence he has oh-so-carefully built." He said to Geni with an almost devilish smile. No one insults his ability as a magician, no one. After a few more brief moments of silent brooding, Merlin's normal smile returned to his face and he began to inhale what was left on his plate.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled a bit at Oswald's refusal to divulged the functions of his semblance. Even now he was on guard, they were after all from different teams. It was more than conceivable that they might end up fighting side by side but it was equally likely that they would again be forced to face off against each other again. Whether it was in a routine sparring match like today's combat class or in something more guerrilla style like in the Emerald Forest. Of course it wasn't like he knew the specifics of her semblance either. From the information he could have gathered during there last match his best guess would have been that she could become invisible which was close and yet so very far from the truth. Sapphire couldn't be sure if he meant the challenge seriously or if it was just a way to avoid giving up his semblance but it didn't matter to her, if he wanted another fight she'd give him one. "That a promise?" She asked with a certain fire behind her eyes. As she listened to Merlin's explanation of dust Sapphire continued eating. It was as far as she could tell accurate but incredibly dumbed down. Likely because he assumed there was no one at the table that actually had any experience with dust. He probably thought they just bought there ammunition and didn't give the substance another thought. "That's not exactly all there is too it. Raw dust as he says is quite unstable but it is also more powerful. Dust rounds while they aren't likely to explode on your belt don't quite have the same power as raw dust does. Then again even for someone trained it is very easy to lose control of unrefined dust. There is a certain mental component to it and it packs a hell of a punch but it is very very simple for the storm that your controlling to become a force trying to destroy you. It's like owning an untamed dog, it might protect you or it might bite your hand off." After that Sapphire cracked open her milk and took a long swig before starting in on her mashed potatoes.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond chose to disregard Sapphire before, but now she felt the need to clarify. She didn't like to be called a sore loser, whatever the form of delivery. "Lady, I never said mine is not cheating. As I said, if it was a real scenario, it would have probably ended differently. What I mean I guess is why go set up all these rules and place to make the fight as equal as possible when that will never be the case." she shrugged, "If you want that, let just skill speak, and not some weird abilities mother nature gifted just some of us with." She took a pause, arguing wiht herself whether to share something on the other subject. Well, it would have probably come up sooner or later. If she comes clean with something now, she might be able to hide what of her past really needed to stay hidden better. "And foster care would have been great. No, I grew up on the street." she added in a bit silent tone, weighing her words carefully but coming off as sad.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria "Diamond right?" Sapphire asked her name before continuing to respond to her question. "The whole point of those sparring matches is that they weren't fair, there were no rules besides a basic time limit and some stuff to prevent anyone from getting really hurt. When the real fights come no one is going to care if there semblance is more battle worthy or fair then yours, they're going to try and kick you ass anyway they can and that was exactly what Glynda wanted to see in these sparring matches. If you aren't going to give it your all then Beacon isn't the place for you." Sapphire continued to ate listening to conversations that were starting all around them. Diamond's response to her question about foster care peaked her interest. Sapphire had known a number of street kids, not well given how untrustworthy they were but well enough to know that not many of them ever gave up anything freely or without gain for themselves and that included personal information. The answer that Diamond gave her seemed carefully chosen and mostly devoid of any real information, it was the kind of response that Sapphire usually gave when asked about her family. It meant that Diamond was hiding something a lot deeper but then again it wasn't really any of Sapphire's business. While finishing her mashed potatoes Sapphire decided not to comment. The next conversation Sapphire became interested in was the one a few boys were having a couple of seats away, mostly giving excuses for why they had lost there sparring matches. The thing that really caught Sapphire's attention however was when one of the boys questioned why they needed to learn how to fight humans when there enemy was the Grimm. Sapphire was almost incredulous. "Hey kid," she said tapping him on the shoulder. "Are you stupid or just plain simple?" She asked. It was impossible that he could actually think that the only thing they would ever fight in there life was the Grimm. "Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Sapphire went back to her lunch.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius clapped slowly and methodically as Diamond finished her little show of skill, descending to the table more akin to some sort of goddess rather than a teenage delinquent. He stopped clapping as she sat down to her seat, rather amused. "You know, that could come in pretty handy. Ever thought of performing a magician's show? I'd volunteer for the cutting a person in half." "I'm still trying to make the shadows last when I let go, then it would be perfect. No luck thus far. But yeah, it is pretty useful. And save for walking on air it isn't even too tiring." Diamond shrugged, "You've got a deal on that magic trick whenever you make me mad." she grinned. A chuckle was elicited from the man as he caught wind of whatever the other two at their table had been talking about. Something about their own semblances. He had no clue why the girl had joined their table, but he shrugged, letting Diamond speak to them for a few moments. He began his own little show as Sapphire graced the presences of a few other students near their table. He snapped the plastic fork in half, grinning. "Now, about my power? Well, before I show you, I'm gonna say it'll be a little gross, so if you can't handle it, what are you even doing fighting Grimm in the first place?" The bandages covering his hand slowly became unwrapped, exposing the wound, still oozing slightly beneath. The cut had been stitched up rather quickly, but expertly by the local nurse. "This is probably gonna result in me getting an infection and a lecture from a doc, but I don't really care," he said as he began to dig his other hand into the wound, showing no signs of discomfort as he pulled the sutures, ripping them rather forcefully. "Oh, and I'll need to borrow that kerchief of yours." Relieved of its stitches, the cut was deep and bleeding slightly, exposing the layers of fat and muscle and bone beneath as Aurellius grinned profusely. "Well? Wanna cap a feel? I won't blush." She watched with wonder and then some disgust as Aurelius dug into his wound. The girl was so very glad she already finished her lunch. It was OK to cleave a grimm in half. That happened fast, and it wasn't human. But Diamond could never quite stomach any scene from a surgery or something like that when it was on TV, let alone right in front of her eyes. "Ack, I would have believed you! Probably..." she shook her head, pressing the hanky on his hand. She reached under her hat and pulled a roll of sticking plaster from under it and summoned a knife with her semblance. Cutting a few butterfly stitches from it, she got to work on his wound. "Go get that fixed again, Stupid." He waved the other hand with a sigh. "Its only my hand. I promise not to do such a thing if my entire ribcage is blown out," he said as the pain slowly returned, becomming much stronger than it had before. He winced as she applied medical aid from that bottomless hat of hers. "Y'know, I could probably rip my own arm off if I was motivated enough."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "why, so you can bleed out and the three of us that are left have to split your job? Forget it!" Diamond exclaimed as she finished patching his hand up. She slipped her hand with the plaster back under her hat, searching for the clinch it was supposed to hang on. When that was stowed away, she took one look at her bloodied hanky and frowned. "You can keep that." With that she focused back on the conversation around. "Funny, here I thought fighting Grimm was precisely what Huntsmen did. It's the job of the police to busy themselves with the bloody animals and the like. Either they do that or we should collect their salary." The girl noted. It smelled of trouble to step out of their mandate. Was there an actual class that dealt with the law side of this whole thing? Well, at least she knew a few good lawyers. It might be a way to collect some of those old favors.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Victor Glade Since he hadn't really been paying attention to the clock Victor was slightly surprised when it came time for the next set of classes. Still feeling the strain of his spar, coupled with the injuries suffered during his trial, a restless night and a highly active scavenger hunt, Victor was exhausted. With the appearance of a dead man walking Victor entered the Maths classroom. Sitting down next to Rayna Victor payed the utmost attention to the lesson, he was more adept at the economic side of mathematics, but found that the basic skills were largely transferable and had little trouble keeping up. Victor didn't blaze through the assigned work like others seemed able to, but he took his time, making certain he had made no errors and that he understood it completely and then continued. As long as it continued to make sense to him, Victor continued with the work, stopping occasionally to ask Mr Fullbuster for an explanation. Eventually he stopped, not because he had trouble understanding, but because he saw Rayna occasionally struggling. Victor hated to see that his Captain was having trouble and went about explaining the parts that had tripped her up. Conveniently it was good practice for him as well, since being able to teach the work meant that he completely understood it, which gave Victor some satisfaction. By the time class had ended Victor felt somewhat refreshed. He had a little more spring in his step and he didn't have the face of a man on death row. Entering History class Victor was almost immediately exhausted again. Just watching the energetic Mr Oobleck was tiring. The history that was taught gave Victor a new insight into the past. Victor now learned that he was taught a history from a different perspective. Everyone here seemed to know history based on select key moments and politics, Victor was taught history from how money changed hands. How trade empires managed to prevent wars by denying aggressive countries enough supplies to stage a war effort, or how a city became strategically indefensible due to a single new trade route. There was some useful overlap, but a surprising amount of this knowledge was relatively new. I'm going to have to do a lot of reading, I doubt I will pass any tests if I answer my way. History done Victor made his way to lunch where Rayna decided to pay for Lunch hinting that she had a decent amount of funds. Well it is nice to be served I suppose, but isn't it improper for who is basically my superior office to do such a thing? Well all I can do is remember this debt I suppose. Let's see what she brought. Chicken and fries? Not bad, but what else was there... apple? Hmmm... "Guard my stuff, Victor, I have something to do." "Okay, go do what you have to Captain." while that was happening Victor helped himself to one of Rayna's apple slices and slumped down in his seat That was disappointing. They aren't as sweet as I'd hoped. This day is just full of disappointments isn't it? still slumped Victor craned his neck to see how Rayna was doing. Well no one is metaphorically biting her head off which is a plus. as he thought this another member of team Rampaged arrived and immediately started metaphorically biting Rayna's head off. That didn't last long... a Captain should show strength at times like this. If I go over now and try to help would I be insubordinate? Rayna did tell me to guard her stuff... I wonder how proactive I can get away with "guarding"? standing up Victor picked up Rayna's stuff with his right arm and did a slow walk around the lunch room ending up behind the aggressor. Leaning in Victor whispered in the kindest voice he could manage. "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir."</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Ugh, naïve idealists..." Diamond rolled her eyes. If the cops were ineffective - which she could testify to - then they should be laid off and replaced. It's a job to protect the people, not charity! Somebody should have thought of a hunter going rogue by now and recruited a few equal fighters to the force the. But that'd be too much to ask of someone paid from taxpayer money. Not that she paid much of those thus far, but seeing how it would have been spent, she had no regrets. Swinging her legs over the bench, Diamond got up. "Too much everything nice and not enough spice around here. I'll go see how boss is doing lest I start to have positive karma by exposure." she said, summoning her cane and giving the table a tip of the had before turning on her heel. She had to turn back to see what the crashing sound was, only to see a guy on the table. "I didn't know the school provided strippers, plus ten points!" She said, gave the people at the table a tip of the hat and promptly left the room before she caught the crazy, heading towards the infirmary to see whether Marcus was discharged yet.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Treatment of Marcus' concussion had taken some time. One of the staff had a semblance that let her slowly 'move' injuries at the cost of making them worse. Thus instead of a scrambled brain Marcus now sported a thoroughly battered arm that he had to get treated for. As for his broken trio of ribs, there was nothing that could reasonably be done about those other than a little something to take the pain away. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to sneeze, it hurt to breathe too deeply. The school staff had been kind enough to give him a work packet for what he assumed was elementary basics. At least, from a brief glance through the maths was so easy that he couldn't imagine it was anything else. For a brief moment he considered that maybe he was simply good at maths, then the sneer on his father's face appeared in his mind. No, it was impossible he was good at something. The problems he encountered perfecting Unsubtle ranged from mapping stress and strain effects to compensating for the Corioliseffect caused by Remnant's rotation in space, and obviously if Marcus could do those anyone could. The history material was slightly more complex and would require some study. It was not his strong suit though he enjoyed the stories of the exploits of past heroes and generals. He would have continued to rifle through the paperwork some more but by then he had reached the cafeteria. Well, it could wait until he had something to eat. To his suprise the door opened for him as Diamond stepped out. "Oh hello. Lunch is done already?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I was just about to go look for you. How are you feeling?" Diamond asked, noticing the careful breathing. She wished she trained her aura to heal others, but alas one could only learn that much in a year, and prior to being thrown into juvy she didn't really care for the wounds of others. "With the way this is going, there won't be students left to fight in a few days." she noticed, before answering the leader's question. "No you still have time, But some guy just wrecked everything that was on the table we were at, so you might wanna take an umbrella or something. The place is minutes form a food fight." she rolled her eyes, "Unless you're happy with vending machines. I'll treat you! Need to go get a new carton anyway." she noted, addressing her yesterday's lack of smokes. Diamond noticed it would be difficult getting a break to get outside during the classes. Maybe it was just as well though, she should cut back on those. Allright, one in the evening and extra if someone pisses me off. Let's try sticking to that. she thought, wondering how long she can keep that drastic of a reduction up.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad couldn't help but laugh at Amy's remark about his pouting, "Don't worry, I won't make it a habit." He said giving Amy a light pat on the back. While they were talking, Sangue let her claw drag on the floor, causing an extremely annoying sound. Trad wanted to say something, but Sangue still had a grumpy look on her face, and the last thing the team needed was for two of them to get in a tuff. Finally, the moment of truth arrived, they had reached the lunchroom. Trad couldn't help but notice the sea of students all chatting and acting as if they had known each other for year. Trying to avoid eye contact, he moved along to get his food. He ended up with some sort of pasta, not exactly the best food for his nerves but he got it anyway. Unable to find a seat, he simply waited until one of the others sat down and joined them.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom The red-haired woman felt hungry at a perfect time. Missing breakfast proved to be an unwise decision, but it also made lunch seem all the more appealing to the normally idle Sangue. Sangue's right eye opened a little wider than before as her claw continued to follow her. She finally seemed to notice the noises her claw was making. Making a small motion with her shoulder, the claw slowly retracted until it was fairly away from the ground. The claw no longer dragged itself across the ground, but now it ominously swung itself around like a hypnosis clock moving at multiple directions. A few seconds later, the claw retracted more, finally causing the contraption to hide itself within her clothes. "..." Sangue finally walked her own path, heading over to get some pasta. She seemed to have trouble holding her own tray, though she seemed confident with holding it on her own. The woman sat at an empty table, staring at the pasta for some odd reason. I don't know what I just picked up. Funnily enough, she never ate pasta before. She simply stared at the food and the utensil she could use to eat it. Her brain began to process how to eat pasta.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Ben set his tray down with a quiet tap, sinking into his seat. In the interests of efficiency he'd picked the first food he found, the result a heaping pile of spaghetti. A drink had proven much easier, as he nabbed a milk on his way to an open seat. He, after a moment of thought, placed himself in the same vicinity as Sangue without getting too close. His team member seemed to desire a little space, and he didn't think he knew her well enough yet to take a seat opposite or adjacent to her. She didn't seem a particularly bad sort, but she was quiet, and more than a little... Unapproachable. He wasn't sure if it was intentional yet, but it didn't seem like a matter to test so soon after being christened a team. He twirled a fork with one hand, loading it with pasta, but eyes idly swept the lunch room. He wasn't particularly surprised by the sheer diversity of students, but it was a touch of culture shock nonetheless. Not just the students themselves, but the way they carried themselves. He saw more than a few weapons tucked away on their owner's person, and many of his new peers carried themselves with a sense of pride. A few seemed to verge on arrogance, if he was perfectly honest. No one seemed to have paid attention to his team's arrival, so they either didn't know about them, or didn't care. Either was possible, but he found the former a little more likely. The odds of absolutely everyone ignoring a team of washouts was pretty minimal. Then again, he admitted to himself as he took a bite of his food, he was probably over-thinking it. "Food's decent, at least." BAST's leader commented to no one in particular.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla didn't really want to talk to Rayna or anything.. ever since that last performance that she did with Priscilla wasn't a 'haha it's okay. no worries' nope. She wasn't going to forgive that girl that easily. Priscilla may be looking sweet and always happy, but she had a different side... a side where most people won't see for a while. But it's not the time to talk about what kind of side she has, it will soon be showed upon the citizens in the academy. As she was walking away somewhere that wasn't here, her stomach grumbled.. yeah she was hungry but she threw away her food angrily because she didn't want to speak about what happened. Clearly Priscilla wasn't in the slightest mood to be talking about herself being raised upside down and her UNDERWEAR SHOWING! "Huh...?" she turned her head hearing a voice getting closer, a very smoothing geeky voice. It was Robert, she smiled at him grateful that she had someone like him because he was always there for her and he even stood up for her so that was nice of him. As soon as he asked her about going out just the two of them.. her face suddenly blushed, was she just asked out on a date by Robert? Dreams come true! Priscilla bit her bottom lips looking away trying to hide her face from being exposed and Robert seeing her blushing. But she suddenly shook it away, clearing her throat and getting back to seriousness but yet adorable! "Yeah...I would love to go out with you sometime, Robbie.~" her smile was still there though as she wrapped an arm around Robert walking with him and looking at his lunch tray. God.. she wanted some food..!</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Finally finding a place that sold cigarettes, Diamond restocked and refilled the slot in her hat to alwazs have a spare. Looking at the clock though, she growled: There was barely enough time to get prepared for the next class, let alone go light one outside. Fishing out her scroll, she checked for her next class. It would appear that in the afternoon, they would split according to their own whims rather than the teams. She had a hard time choosing between armory and grimm studies, but went with the latter because she hardly ever fought with a weapon and after all, killing grimm was why she came here. The second choice was a lot easier - Fighting melee, she didn'T have any use for practice and she learned how to survive on the streets herself just fine. Remembering the things she had to eat at times, she was fairly certain that anything that could be harvested off of wild nature was better tasting. The sixth period was a tough one, but not because all the options were good. Quite the opposite - either useless, or in the case of computer science, something she was already quite versed in. Still, at least that might make for a good snooze class. Sighing, she checked up which room the grimm studies were in and headed over there, hoping to be soon enough to pick a good seat, somewhere neither too close nor far from the teacher.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding. "That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least." "Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out. Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color. As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate "Not at all," Abel assured. In fact, he had started to grow a little bored halfway through Oswald's explanation, particularly because the two had reached the junction in the hallway where their different classes forced them to split. Fortunately, the feeling was imperceptible beneath a face fixed in its ordinary neutrality. "Sounds pretty rough. Good to know about Sapphire, though. Funny how someone else knows our leader better than we know her, no offense. Catch you later." Though fairly stimulated by the thought of a hardware class, where he would be able to admire and learn from the technical skill of others, Abel knew that he was ill-suited for it. He simple lacked the creativity and mechanical prowess that many others were blessed with. In fact, the closest he had gotten to an idea was some sort of boot that enhanced his kicking ability. Far better, he knew, to attend Grimm Studies, where he would learn every detail about killing specific Grimm while simultaneously not getting killed by them. He strode into Grimm Studies with about forty seconds to spare, noting that the storage hanger (where the rows and rows of weapon-toting, rocket-propelled lockers were kept) was just down the hallway. The Grimm Studies classroom was, at first glance, a lecture hall like Math had been. More careful analysis of the room and its setup, however, revealed that it was more angular in shape, and with a far bigger open area in front the amphitheater-esque seats. Standing by his desk could have been none other than the teacher, a rotund, silver-haired gentleman sporting a bristling mustache. Abel navigated to an empty seat on the front row, noting a few of the other students who had arrived: the pink-haired girly-girl whose undergarments had been revealed in first period, the bespectacled former foe Robert, Merlin with his impressively grassy head, the girl with the red claw arm, and two boys who Abel guessed were her teammates. Neither made much of an impression. Abel was roused from his thoughts by the resonance of the bell, which declared passing period done with. He looked toward the teacher expectantly.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone's favorite subject, the Grimm studies! Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. "Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!" he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures. "But first, a story!" the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students. "But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?" he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside. --- Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps. At last he's got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Merlin "Tarot" Taupe Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again. Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi Period 4, Armory Class Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either. Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up. "I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?" He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Happy to see more volunteers than in the morning class, the professor nodded. "Do not worry, everyone will get a chance to prove themselves, even if not today. Whether they like it or not." he said, giving a glance to the few that seemed downright opposed to the idea of raising a hand. Looking at the volunteers, he noticed that among the first were the members of team Bastion. He remembered their story from the faculty meeting and realized full well they would want to prove themselves. Very well, if the headmaster believed they deserved the chance, he would be all too happy to see what was in this year's crop of adventurous blokes. "Mister Lloyd, why don't you show us how it's done?" he said, waving his arm in the boy's direction. "And do not worry, we have time for more matches today and there are plenty grimm where this one came from. In the meantime, I want the rest of you to observe. Identify the creature. Find it in your books and as the fight progresses, compare the weaknesses of the cub to those of the adult." the professor instructed as he waited for Ben to get ready. When it was time, his rifle-axe struck the lock and released the monster. It was angry. They caught it. They kept it in an agonizing hunger. They were going to pay. It would feast on their blood today. There was a source of anxiety right in front of it that drawn it like a magical lure. Someone who wasn't sure they belonged. Well, the wendigo would gladly relieve the human of his peril. Snarling, the creature charged at the boy.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Name: Marcus Goldstein Location: Armoury class => Practice Status: Good Outside of the dramatic reveals, Armoury class was actually rather soothing to Marcus. Just routine maintenance, something to keep his thoughts focused while not being too taxing. Before the hour was gone he had figured out what caused problems with the left tread. It was simple really. Somewhere during their little romp in the woods the remains of a tree stump had lodged itself between the hull and the main drive wheel. However the drive train had so much grunt behind it that it had started to grind down the wood to mulch rather than jam. Once the massive clod of dirt and roots had been pried free with the liberal application of grease and a large crowbar, it ran like clockwork once more. Marcus was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice the bell had rung until the teacher physically tapped him on the shoulder. One profuse apology later, he reversed the Unsubtle out of the classroom and drove towards the firing range. While the tank rode, Marcus was still seated on the engine deck as he hastily bolted the tread guards back on. "Good afternoon." he greeted the rest of class as the Unsubtle settled in place. A couple of more twists of the wrench and that bolt was back in place, just two more to go.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid - Survival Class Armory did not go as well has he'd hoped. One emotional incident and the entire class had been derailed. He hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence. He'd hate to have to lose class time to deal with every student's melodrama. At least he was able to lay out the ground works for a new weapon project he had before the class was dismissed. The teacher had said everyone physically involved in the incident was going to receive a punishment, though Gren wasn't sure if he was one of the guilty. He hadn't done much, but perhaps it was too much anyways. He stayed quiet and simply left the class. If he was to be punished, than they know where to find him. He did hear, before leaving, the professor call out Sapphire for being initially absent. Gren hadn't noticed but than again his team leader had a tendency to wander. Wouldn't do her any good to leave class just because the teacher stepped out however. But she was responsible for herself and surely shouldn't cause any trouble... At least nothing she can't take care of. The next class Gren found himself in was Survival. He had followed the path of overgrowth and the sound of a guitar strumming to find the class in a old building. Only a few others had arrived so far and none form his team. Either they had different classes or he was the first to arrive. The teacher, the one playing the guitar, invited the students to sit and eat. Gren wasn't hungry however but he did take a spot near the fire. Gren had to take The God Eater off his back and set it down in Gren's lap. He gazed into the fire momentarily, thinking about the past. "Fire... My old friend..."</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni's eyebrows knitted when he noticed Ivan walk into the gym and found a place to do his own stretch's. At that moment Geni felt a rush of emotions, rage, pity, remorse, disappointment. It was like this guy catered his schedule just to always end up with Geni. You no that's not true. Geni thought to himself. Geni sighed and raked his hands through his hair, this class had gotten unbearable all of a sudden. Geni eyes flicked over to the entrance when 2 men walked into the gym. He stood up and walked down the bleachers, doing his best to stuff his drawing in his pocket as he jumped down each stair. He assumed that he was they were the teachers, so it was beast he got down were they could see him. Geni placed his hands in his pocket and leaned back on his heels as the man talked. he could not help but chuckle when the man asked them to let him know if they had any aliments. He could just imagine someone collapsing in the middle of a game. Geni groaned when he heard that they would be doing a few laps. He had no problem running, he loved it, but only when he wanted to, and he did not want right know. Geni sighed as he followed the teacher outside the gym onto the track. The sudden burst of bright light made his eyes water, he immediately wiped it away not wanting anyone to think otherwise. "2 miles" the couch mused. Geni felt a twinge of annoyance, that was a lot of running. Geni simply growled under his breath, and took of running down the track. He was not sprinting, but he was running fast enough to be ahead of the other students. He made sure that he applied what he had learned about running, he concentrated on softening the sound of his foot when it hit the ground. Shortening the amount of time that his foot was in contact with the ground, and making sure that his upper and lower body were always in sync. He took light breaths through his nose as he ran. Easy run, its only about...8 laps. He sighed as he ran and pushed ahead.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amaranth, PE "Hey, our business relationship was terminated." Amy winked at Diamond almost imperceptibly. "I never expected to see you here, though. Diamond Frost as a huntress... Never thought-" And then she was interrupted by Agesander. She turned her attention to him, breath catching when she realized that both Ivan and Geni were in this class. Hopefully they wouldn't get into it again. Two miles, Agesander said. She could handle that amount of exertion, but... Amy definitely wasn't a fan of starting out with running. Still, she supposed it could be worse. It was a beautiful day outside, the campus was exquisite. Amy was not near as conscious of how she was running as Geni was-she had learned her running methods through a little too much experience-but she was still proficient at it.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Not by my choice." Diamond replied in kind, dropping her voice so that only Amy and her Vulcan hearing would notice, "And I never expected Diamond Frost to be caught either." she hissed in annoyance. Her pride would probably never recover from that. She involuntarily shuddered. The teacher interrupted and apparently thought that the first part of them to be turned into jello would be legs. Oh well, she didn't exactly hate jogging, although she wished she brought her hat. The lack of the familiar weight on the top of her head was strange. "You know..." she spoke again as they went towards the line that marked the start, "have you ever thought of staying in the employ of just one person? I certainly would have given you that spot." the redhead smirked as she got ready at the line, waiting for the clock to reach a full minute so she could time her run. "I still might, although I suppose you'd have to go through an interview." she grinned. Just then the clock finally hit the mark and Diamond went ahead, leaving the company behind her. She finished in 10:56.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia - Arriving at practice. A young, brunette faunus approached the practice range quickly, hoping she wouldn't be late to her first class at Beacon. She grinned excitedly at the thought. Imagine that! Her, a student at one of - no, the best school for aspiring huntresses such as herself. The idea seemed to add to her already infinite energy, and she arrived in front of a young woman in... some sort of armor? Tilting her head respectfully, Sepia apologized for her apparent tardiness. "I'm sorry that I was late, professor. I just received word of my acceptance and came as quickly as I could." While waiting for a response, Sepia mentally compared her attire with that of her superior's. Battle armor and an expensive, short, frilly dress. Oh well, at least she'd remembered to bring Orthus.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus blinked as he recognised the professor's voice and immediately swallowed dryly. "Yes ma'm." Marcus acknowledged her commands and dismounted. One of the other students, a new face with striking emerald green eyes, made a remark that caused him to wince. "Yeah, funny you should mention that." Marcus replied uncomfortably. The entrance exams obstacle course was a prime example of a challenge still based around the idea of hunters as purely infantry. The rules had only specified that participants had to stay inside of the bounds and complete the course in whatever way they saw fit. While many an obstacle had been designed with more than one way to overcome it, 'complete obliteration' had not been one of them. Probably. Outside of miss Iderson, the other referees were too busy frothing at the mouth or staring at the wreckage to give Marcus a straight explanation about that particular detail. He had not stuck around long enough to find out the specifics. Once miss Iderson confirmed that he had passed he promptly vacated the area before the other referees could strangle him for what he had done to the course. He still did not know if he was even allowed to go back there anymore. Still rather than dwell on the past it was time to get himself a rifle and start the lesson. Marcus felt more at ease inspecting the weapon, checking if it was loaded or not and other busywork. Not that the heavy bolt action needed attention. Gunmen often joked that this particular design was dreamed up by two drunks on the back of a napkin. Simple, reliable and with enough oomph to knock an Ursa on it's ass with just the shockwave of the bullet. Armed once more he stood at the ready for further instructions.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Rowan Iderson, Practice Rowan tapped on her scroll, opening a new message from Professor Ozpin- Sure enough, she had a new student. She tapped a few more times. "Welcome to Practice, Sepia Russet. Your excuse checks out, and I've emailed the ground rules to your scroll, alongside a video message from my aide. If you need any equipment like a rifle or have any questions, ask me." Her eyes went over Sepia's clothing and she frowned slightly in distaste. "Your clothing is completely unacceptable for what this class expects. You have ten minutes to retrieve running shoes, a suitable shirt, and pants. I suppose a 'combat skirt' can be dealt with, but Esther may not think the same–and she'll be handling a large amount of the more basic training. In case you do not have an acceptable outfit, I'm arranging for a set of secondhand combat clothes to be sent to your locker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get the rest of the class on the obstacle course. The clock is ticking." Rowan tapped twice more on the Scroll, then compressed it and put it back in the holder at her hip. "As Esther said, we're running the course first and doing target practice after. No weapons or equipment are necessary for your first run, which you should be thankful for. They're heavy and restrict movement. The prescribed course is simple. Esther, care to explain it?" Amaranth Desire, PE Amy took off after Diamond. The other girl had always probably been faster than her, and normally the hawk Faunus would have been more than willing to let it slide. No reason to set the bar for herself high on the first day. But she and everyone on Team BAST were living on luck and borrowed time until they could prove that they could compete on the level of everyone else at Beacon. To that end... Amy pushed herself as hard as she could, practically sprinting on the last lap to pass Diamond and finish earlier than her–and hopefully everyone else, but there was no telling if someone in the class was some kind of fanatic athlete. She turned to Diamond as she stopped at the end of the run, trying to cover how much exertion she had put herself through, though she couldn't mask that her chest was heaving. "I would have to interview? Now I'm the one who's hurt."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The thug was happy with her time. All that jumping over rooftops and various other fun activities from her past life left her with quite the stamina. All the more surprising when Diamond saw Amy zoom right past her on the last stretch. Taking a few seconds to pay up the oxygen debt, she looked at the birdbrain curiously. "You got something to prove?" she asked. Chuckling at her question, Diamond shook her head. "Two year's plenty time for people to change. I meas just look where we are. And you have to agree a contract and an employ are different things. Who knows, maybe you'd hate the new good me?" the ex-thief said with the most insincere of innocent faces. "Tell you hwat, let's go someplace nice to eat on the weekend and catch up, hm?" she winked.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Practice All told shooting paper targets was rather relaxing. Especially at ranges that Marcus could hit them with low powered phlegm. He spent a few seconds just getting his breathing right. Just because the targets were in what most hunters would consider 'melee range' did not mean he should not take it seriously. He still had a bet to win. Stand straight, aim with both eyes open, exhale steadily, and then gently squeeze. His grandfather likened it to pinching the bottom of a pretty girl when he taught Marcus the skill. A small hole appeared an inch above the bullseye. Marcus was not good with girls. Nonetheless the shooting lessons resounded well with his slow and steady approach to life. Each and every shot was sent downrange with great care, to the point Marcus was only on his fourth shot by the time most others were already finished. Unfortunately some poor sod had the terrible luck to get too close, and like it was pre-aimed the hot casing ended up inside the shirt of the bespectacled boy. "You hurt?" Marcus asked dryly as he flicked the safety back on. While doubtful that the brass did anything other than irritate, it was only polite to ask. Frankly though Marcus simply wanted to go back to shooting again.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Wow, what a ripoff. I should have confiscated the trinket at least." Diamond whispered to Amy as they headed off to the lockers. As soon as the door to the gym clicked shut behind her, her posture slumped. "Oooow," she complained, "First combat, then grimm studies, then this. So glad the next class is computers. I can't wait to sit around and do nothing for an hour." Checking the time, she figured out there was plenty of time to get a shower before she had to head to the next class. If she wasn't sweaty before, she certainly was now and it was starting to feel like a second skin. To be honest, she would have taken the shower even if it meant being late to the next class. Grabbing her hat she didn't even bother changing and headed straight for the team's room. The hot water did wonders, washing part of the fatigue away. It made Diamond want to crawl into bed and sleep, but alas there was still one period she had to attend before she could go laugh at everyone who picked and optional. Truth to be told, the girl was wondering why art and botany would be taught at combat school - she supposed it was more to give the students time to relax, which she could do on her own just fine - and she didn't take psychology for a science. When she was done she got into a new change of clothes and headed of to the next class, wondering what that would be like. So far none was exactly what it appeared to be on the first sight, and if experience was anything, there would be a great amount of physical exertion incorporated in it somewhere. That train of thought got derailed however when she saw the teacher, who she could only describe as a metal boy band reject with a hair of that length and amount of metal embedded in his face. Well, at least he looked geeky enough to know what he was teaching. Walking into the classroom with a greeting, Diamond took her place and waited for the bell.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Evening. Oswald turned to Gren, his eyes showing just how defeated he felt. "Definitely. Grimm aren't exactly tough....usually." Frowning, he lifted his arm to show off his broken wrist. "That certainly didn't help with this class either. I swear, if it had been my right arm that got fucked up, I'd have gone insane. Not being able to use my shield right is one thing, but my sword? No thanks." Finally realizing that Gren had offered to help, Oswald nodded for a moment before replying. "That would be helpful. Yeah. Really helpful. I may or may not have only managed to give my avatar a cloak. A green one." Visibly deflating at his revelation, Oswald frowned. "So it might be more of you teaching me how all of this stuff works. It's been a while since I've worked with....advanced technology. Advanced meaning anything more complex than a radio and a compass." Shrugging, Oswald realized that he needed to get to the Armory for some work. "Thanks for the offer, Gren, but right now, I need to get to the Armory. I have some great plans for this sword now that I have access to a proper forge and all that. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of each other anyway, what with Sapphire and I making sparring plans." Giving the other boy a curt nod, Oswald turned away, missing the flair his cloak would have given him, before making his way to the Armory. ----------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours later, a sweat-drenched, shirtless Oswald finished his work on the Trepanation Blade. It had taken a lot of concentration, lube and good old-fashioned elbow grease, but his sword's handle could now be rotated on a set of hinges and magnetically attached to his gauntlets, essentially enabling his sword to transform into an oversized, drilling Katar. Such a modification allowed him to make full use of his sword's deadly thrusting attacks, as well as adding an entire level of versatility that could make him a more unpredictable combatant, which was always helpful. Sighing contentedly at the job well done, Oswald stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow, screwing up his face as he smelled himself. "I will never get tired of this feeling." The air on his body was cool, and the moisture served to accentuate the scars on his chest and arms. His pectorals, shoulders and upper arms all had neat, horizontal lines going across them, as well as his back. They would be obvious as stretch marks to more than a cursory glance, but at the moment, Oswald didn't much care if anybody saw. Grabbing the towel he placed next to his workstation, Oswald dried his body off before looking to his clothes and armor. His brigandine and shirt were carelessly tossed to the side, the latter atop the former, while his gauntlets and pauldrons were carefully laid on the ground near them. He partially put his shirt on his body, not caring to button it up, before hauling his brigandine over his shoulder and loosely affixing his gauntlets. Carrying his pauldrons in his arms, Oswald made his way back to his team's dorm, pushing the door open with his shoulder. "Hey team, just got back from doing some work on my sword. Neat little new feature, it can swivel on my arm into, basically, a Katar. Mag-locked to my gauntlets like that, too. How were your days?"</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus felt like he stepped out of a hot shower when the lessons of the day were over. Truly sharpshooting and a little programming was the way to spend a quiet afternoon. The professor, once he realised what Marcus' semblance could do, had actually made him work by hand, an approach Marcus had not even considered once. Ni turned out to be right though, as the manual work made Marcus realise what a horrible clunky mess he made mentally with stray thoughts scattered everywhere throughout his programs. He'd been so absorbed in what the man had to show him Marcus barely even greeted his teammates in the lesson, too absorbed in work. Once the assignments were done he started to overhaul the programming for the Unsubtle's various systems, ironing out kinks he had never even realised were there in the first place. Like his old mechanics teacher told him, simplicity was the hardest. After the lesson Marcus disappeared into his garage for the standard day to day maintenance on the Unsubtle. After that he settled in MODA's dorm for some paperwork and finally, more code work. His coat and hat were set aside for the moment, on his bed neatly folded with millimetre precision. As Oswald came in Marcus was still engrossed with the screen and barely looked up. "The morning aside surprisingly soothing and informative, thank you. How's your injury by the way? I've thought of putting MODA up for light mission work, but we'll need medical clearance." the officer replied absent-mindedly. Then Marcus processed what he had seen on Oswald's chest and did a double take. "Also wow. Those scars look painful. Ritualistic?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost The rest of her afternoon went rather dull - not that Diamond would complain. As soon as she vacated the library, her steps took her outside rather hastily, her fingers itching for the cigarette. She hated to admit it, but the task of quitting this particular vice might be harder than it looked. To her great displeasure the smoke burned up all too quickly, but she managed to restrain herself to only one with the aid of a bag of chips that blissfully kept her hands and mouth busy as she returned to their room. As she walked by, she stopped to check the board in the main hall. Out of curiosity she took a look at the missions roster, knowing Friday would have them on one. Mostly they seemed dull and offered pathetic little in cash payout, but one did catch her eye due to the overseer. She figured it could never hurt to make contacts in a company like the SDC - as long as they didn't dig too much in her background. She returned to the dorm, wanting to just lie down and sleep off the strain the classes put on her. Whoever was composing their schedule was a sadist, putting all of the physically exerting classes into a single day. And the day after the initiation too! Passing through the door she took one look around the room and nodded a greeting before making a beeline for her bed, collapsing on it with a sigh of relief. Overhearing Marcus talk about the missions brought her earlier inspection to mind. "Hey boss, take a look at this." she said, fetching her scroll and sending him a link to the convoy escort. "Good credits, pays well, and seems fit for your... unique equipment." she suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald had spent the week watching his team leader slowly losing his mind in preparations for the mission. While he had to admit that it would likely be among his greatest challenges to date, he also took comfort in the fact that the mission was rated 'B', a small amount lower than team MODA's first group venture: the Datura they'd killed together. The fact that they'd had four days to prepare was also rather helpful. Especially with Marcus having gone beyond overboard in his ideas for what to set up for them. After the announcements, Oswald decided to look around the auditorium for a short while. They weren't needed just yet, and the scene that Shiro was making was absolutely hilarious. At least, from the outside. The tiger jumped from one team mate to another, fortunately (for him) not doing the same to Sapphire, which probably saved his life in the process. Walking over to the remaining three as Shiro ran off, he gave the team an appraising nod. "Hell of a kitty you three got there. Remind me to get you all some catnip come Dustmas. You think this is bad? We had a puma kid back at home and....well, someone spiked his drink once. It ended with a broken leg and twenty hours of clean-up duty for everybody. Each." Chuckling at the memory, he gave them all a nod and looked off at where Shiro ran off. "I'll leave you to take care of him. Let the wind guide you on your way and the sun blind your foes." Taking his leave, Oswald got outside just in time to hear the Unsubtle ask their Schnee contact and Diamond if they'd ordered a can of whup-ass. A laugh shook his body as he offered an armored hand to their contact. "I'll have to apologize for our leader. That tank of his is a bad influence on his personality."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate It took a lot to get Abel thoroughly hyped, but of all his moments in Beacon so far, this probably took the title. Sure, the initiation ceremony had been great, but pride didn't quite equate to nerve-firing enthusiasm. Over the previous days, a routine quickly established itself, but familiarity didn't necessarily breed ease. If anything, the teachers started pushing harder after the first day. Having picked up from their various initial tests the strengths and weaknesses of the students, they professors dug in without hesitation. Goodwitch, for instance, remedied the tenacity with which Abel, -not content with further loss after the first day- fought one-on-one by having him face multiple, smaller opponents at once. Without a tool designed for defending against multiple intelligent opponents at simultaneously, Abel found himself a large, clumsy target, pestering with weak but hard-to-punish strikes whenever he attempted to focus on one person. Finally, on Thursday, the punching bag had turned the tables. By altering his traditional two-handed spear stance into a one-handed lance stance, using the armor on his left arm to block and retaliate. He hadn't decimated the opposition, to be sure, but he'd improved. His comfort zone had always been at range, but if pushing himself to greater heights meant leaving it behind, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Abel found himself suddenly accosted by Shiro, perched upon the tall boy's broad shoulders like a jockey. "Yeah, I'm excited," he admitted, possessed of a slight smile equal parts embarrassment and affection for his jovial faunus friend. "We're gonna rock that shelter, no doubt about it." Impulsively as he had come, Shiro was off on a vigorous quest to find his equipment. Abel had the luxury of being able to avoid such a trip, though perhaps for the wrong reasons. He was so used to wearing his armor that, whenever formality didn't require him to be in his enormous student uniform, he wore the metal atop his normal clothes in class. Like much else, it was habit, and not going away anytime soon. He returned Oswald's nod when he saw it, believing the motion to be as a gesture of greeting. "Catnip's probably not good for him. Clean-up's rough. Thanks for the well-wishes; I hope your luck is just as good." The Ampere was propped against the wall of the auditorium nearby, and Abel summoned it to his hand with a flick of his semblance. He hadn't seen Sapphire yet, but he didn't need her to take initiative. "See ya at the airships, Gren." A few minutes later, Abel stood only a few hundred feet away from one of the mammoth vehicles designated to the school for ferrying students. He looked over the edge of the cliff, at the forest that gave way to the buildings and streets of town below. It was a beautiful vista, and it instilled him with the same on-top-of-the-world feeling that permeated him when he stood upon the walls back home.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Come on, what's the holdup? Time is money!" Diamond said, already seated atop of the tank on the warm engine deck behind the turret. She didn't get a good long look at the machine yet, and was not at all amused when she saw it didn't count with crew larger than one. "Hey boss, mind bolting on something to at least hold on to next time? If I knew the ride would be less comfortable than a livestock wagon I'd have ordered a cab. Time for an upgrade!" she pouted, taking care to avoid getting her white coat smeared up with grease. Dropping the mocking tone, her mind clicked into business mode. "What's the lay of the land and did anyone get a look recently?" she asked, not at all fancying the idea of going in blind, especially if a few convoys already vanished on that route.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Shiro blinked a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes to ensure what he was seeing was real. Lowering his gloved paws, he blinked once more before he was convinced that what he was looking at was indeed real. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood to reveal his own white, furry ears. Sniffing at the air, Shiro carefully scanned all around him to make sure it wasn't some sort of odd trap. For the time being, all seemed clear and peaceful. As he slowly approached the young Bear Faunus, he was a little confused. From his understanding of the mission, the island they were on was abandoned long ago. There shouldn't be anyone there, as far as he knew. Or perhaps he misread something important. Did people live out here, isolated from the rest of the world? Clearly so, as evident by the young boy in front of him. Nearing the bear cub on all fours, he maintained his distance. His nerves were frayed and he honestly didn't feel like dealing with something surprising and unexpected so soon into the start of their mission. But, eyeing the brilliant green lizard-pet, Shiro started to feel a bit better and at ease. Having encountered another of his kind, sort of. He would prefer to stay away from any humans presently. Smiling, he sat in his usual unique way. With his bottom, feet, and paws all touching the ground in an odd sit-crouch. Tail swaying behind him, he began to question the boy. "Hey, kid. You're a Faunus too, huh?" For reasons unknown, Shiro felt like restating the obvious, returning the boy's wave although a bit late. "Oh, uh..My name is Shiro, what's yours? Is that your friend?" He motioned toward the lizard, eying it again with rapt curiosity. He started to feel a bit more talkative again. "Why would I be inside? Who are the 'coats' and why would they be mad?" Shiro looked 'round himself again, before turning back to inquire the cub more. "What is this place, could you tell me?" Shiro realized he may have been asking the boy too many questions at once, partially interrogating him. Scratching his ears nervously, he decided to apologize. "Ah, sorry if I'm asking too many questions." Ear twitching, Shiro detected movement and noise behind him. Turning his head slightly, he went to see if one of his teammates had followed him, but didn't dare remove his sight from the young bear cub and his companion completely.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| ???? So the plan was to go through the front with the password...? Well, the problem for Jack right now was the mingling aspect, if he avoided talking with anyone and passed by with few words he should be able to easily mingle. His mind worked fast, but he could barely make a new personality for himself on the spot, but it didn't seem to be a requirement, so researching one wasn't needed. "Right, I guess I'll go first and check the place out, see ya". --- "Where'd you get that sword?" "Lady of the Lake gave it to me, pretty nice of her too", the bouncer raised an eyebrow, it wasn't the exact phrase, but it had all the meaning to pass. He simply said 'go on through', and Jack was in. He himself didn't know what to expect while he was in there, so he made it a thing to keep to the edges and away from the main party.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Convoy escort "You know, given that it would help keep me alive, I think I can help with the resources part. But I ran into different problem when I contacted a professor for advice on something I wanted to do - I got stonewalled!" Diamond complained, "They might not let you use the workshop just like she didn't give me the information I wanted. Instead I got told that we'll talk provided we succeed here. You might have to wait until we get enough missions done right." the girl shared her experiences. "It makes a certain kind of sense, but it's still a pain in the #..." When he asked for a proof, she shook her head. "If you grew up where I did, you'd think the same. People are not all nice and these things happen, for both wrong and good reasons. A white fang member with easy to hide traits on one side, undercover cop on the other. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe i'm not, but life taught me to be vigilant and skeptical." she shrugged. She listened to Marcus' plan, nodding along the way and memorizing it. She figured the military buff would have procedures like these drilled in memory, and they were time proven. Her own experience was limited to car chases, which was hardly applicable here. The formulation 'when the ambush happens' instead of an 'if' did little to ease her mind, although Marcus redeemed himself a little by stressing out the plan was to get the hell away and not to stay and fight. When asked for suggestions, Diamond pointed to the radio they requisitioned to contact reinforcements. "We can use that to keep in contact with the front through the tank's radio. I'd rather have even half a minute warning if you spot something suspicious."</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Gambit Success! "I worked fast food a couple summers ago. Seen things you'd never believe." Luke replied with a smirk. Within seconds, the wristwatches were gauntlets once more and he turned to face the two leader-types left standing. He liked these odds much better than before. Much, much better. Stepping his right foot back but not quite bringing his guard up just yet, he scrutinized the two further. Not much to tell besides "White Fang Member a step above the fodder". Hm. So I don't know anything 'till they show me. With that in mind... "Mind if I ask what the odds of us coming to a peaceful resolution here are? I'd rather we have a chat than get our hands dirty." Two parts bravado, one part actual truth. It ended up coming out sounding much cooler than the fact of the matter. He wasn't too enthused about fighting somebody he knew nothing about. They didn't need to know, though.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort "Go around? Dude you have a giant gun can't you just blow it up?" truck driver 3 complained. The tall wiry man Marcus privately dubbed 'captain hook' given the unfortunate shape of his nose and his tendency to assume he was in charge. "Negative three. Might as well ring a giant dinner bell that we're here. I don't want to attract the attention." Macus replied coolly. His gun remained pointed at the fallen pile regardless. Optics zoomed in at the base of the quartz pillar, searching for the signs of the work of men. Pickaxes, high explosives, water cutters and their like all left highly tell-tale marks, if one knew what to look for. The thing that stood out in this case was the honeycomb of small tunnels cut through the rock at the base. Marcus chuckled when the answer struck him. "People, it was the bugs themselves that did it. I took a closer look at the pillar, they made so many tunnels at it's base that it became unable to support itself and just fell over." he said over the radio. He chuckled again, sitting up straighter. Stupid bugs got him all excited for nothing. "Mister Rice I make up only a quarter of this team. Be assured that Oswald, Diamond and Aurellius are very capable in combat as well. Anyway Oswald the basic plan for the trucks is to make a run for it should something happen, remember?" Marcus said. Had he not been clear enough in his briefing? Whatever the case, it could wait, truck two spotted something ahead of them. "The hell?" Marcus muttered as he zoomed in on their destination. The camp was surrounded by the wrecks of the previous convoys, fortified to hell and back. One convenient bottleneck remained as a pseudo entrance. This wasn't good. He counted at least seven different weapon traces in the battered transports. A fuzz entered his mind as the tank crossed some invisible threshold. "Fuckblaarghaaddam." he snarled and threw a specific switch. Instantly nearly a full half of his sensors dropped dead. There was only so much military surplus a teenager could get his mitts on even with his parents helping out with paperwork. So by necessity a lot of the after-market electronics he'd strapped on where not rated against this level of jamming. He blinked as he absorbed what Diamond yelled at him up on the turret. Okay, get a grip now Goldstein. "To sum up: Radio's gone, a lot of my sensors are shot, and the camp is a write-off. That jamming means the ambush is already started. By the time reinforcements get here either we're dead or they're gone. Instead, Oswald, Aurell and me are going to attack them from the left. You sneak around and shut down that jammer. If you can grab paperwork or anything else that points to who is behind this and how they worked." he half shouted. These orders needed to be crystal clear, no pun intended. That done he slowed down to let Diamond off if she wanted to. Further forward Oswald had the common sense to stop the trucks instead of run forward into an obvious choke-point. Marcus just prayed the drivers kept their engines idle. Breaks squealed as the tank came to a halt next to the lead truck. "Trucks, back to Vale! We are clearing the camp and we'll radio you when we're done. Oswald, Aurellius on me, we are going to bust a wall down and sweep this place clean." the young officer ordered. Implied was the order that if no word was received from MODA the truckers were supposed to keep running all the way back and get them reinforcements. Or at least arrange a nice funeral. Once the two hunters had joined Marcus he went into a bit more detail. As he spoke he drove away from the entrance, going around the camp in a wide arc. "Diamond's off to look for the radio jammer, we are the distraction. The enemy is a humanoid rebel group of some description. Check your targets! Could be prisoners or Diamond in there. For the rest, make some noise. We want all of their attention on us!" Marcus outlined. "Can do!" Aurellius replied with an eager grin. The whine of his minigun spinning up underlined his words.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Convoy Escort Nodding at the instructions, Diamond shed her coat and put it somewhere where the tank seemed the least greased and muddied. Unlike her usual blouse, she had a black turtleneck below that was much better for moving around. And around her neck was a scarf that she now pulled over her face, praying her teammates wouldn't ask why she was carrying gear that made her look like a crook. As the tank slowed down, Diamond jumped off and headed in the opposide direction, sticking to cover where she could. Her gear was designed for the night and was quite obvious against the grass and quartz all around, but the undergrowth was high enough to hide her on the last stretched as she crept closer to the improvised wall, flattened against the ground. So far it looked like she remained undetected, judging by the lack of alarm ringing and guns shooting in her general direction. The girl slid along the wall towards one of the points where it wasn't as high. Listening in for a second to hear whether there was a watch on the other side, she used her semblance to summon a few platforms which she used to leap over the barricade. Landing on all four, Diamond quickly glanced around and found a shady spot to hide in. She recited her objectives in her head to remind herself of her task. Find and disable the jammer. Look for intelligence. Where would those be? Right, the jammer would need a big aerial. A quick glance around the compound told her exactly where to look. Intel would most likely be located in an HQ of sorts, which Diamond guessed would be too heavily guarded to access without a fight. However, where there was an antenna, there was also a communications station. Perhaps she could pull some logs off of there. Taking a breath she looked around for guards before waving between the buildings, doing her best to stay out of sight. The thundering bang as the rest of her team got to work only helped somewhat. true, some guards left their postings to go help deal with the threat, but the rest was now perfectly vigilant.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald - Totally lost - A drop of sweat escaped Emerald's face. She looked all around her with frantic, erratic movements. "AHHHHHH I'm totally lost!" Maybe running off on her own hadn't been such a great idea. Emerald waved her hands in the air frantically, running in a circle. "I'm gonna die! I'm gonna run out of water, then I'm gonna die! They'll find nothing but bones!" She paused in her panicking when she remembered something important. She had a scroll. She opened it up and quickly found a map of the school. "Ah okay, I'm not gonna die, phew." That had been a close one, she decided that the wisest thing to do now would be to head back the way she came and hopefully find that tour guide. She started running with abandon, hopefully they hadn't started the tour without her! She'd miss the tour snacks! Wait, did they have tour snacks? She hoped so! The assembled group outside of Ozpin's office heard what sounded like wind blowing at high speed as Emerald sped toward them, nearly crashing into the group as she came to a sudden stop in front of them. She panted, bracing herself against her knees as she caught her breath. She looked up at Sarina. "Sorry! I got excited and ran off to explore but then I got lost and thought I was gonna die and that all that would be left was my bones but then I remembered I had a scroll and I looked at the map and ran all the way back here because I didn't want to miss the tour and by the way are there snacks?" She was speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with her.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort The camp was in ruins. No one was left inside. Bodies, burning ruins and broken tools littered the inner field. Far too many by Marcus' own hand. He counted those shot by Aurellius. Under his orders MODA smashed everything like an out of control Sitting Bull. He might as well have pulled Avalon's trigger himself. "Better than an action movie right?" Aurellius said. "Too bad I didn't get to do much but hey that's how the dice land." Marcus said nothing in return. Personally he felt like Oswald looked, but he stowed it for later. There were still people to save. He could still do some good. He had to do some good here. He could drown himself in what ifs and unanswered questions later, now was the time for action. The convoy still had two trucks left that were making a run for it. The autoloader rattled as another HE shell slid into the breech. To an outsider the cannon solution might have appeared like overkill. However it was the best option Marcus had. Close quarters was out, machine guns would be less effective, and finally the bugs were tiny. That made them highly susceptible to death by overpressure. Once more an artificial earthquake shook the ground as another shell thundered downrange. Compared to the other spectacles of destruction the explosion was almost mundane. The thickest part of the bug swarm simply ceased to exist, replaced in a flash of light by a small mushroom cloud. Meanwhile another mental track analysed. Their behaviour indicated the bugs wanted the fire to spread. There was nothing that could be done about the source of the flames but wait for it to burn out, no available fire extinguisher would put out the white phosphorous. The acid the bugs used would do a number on everything MODA had to offer, let alone the camp. So why were they not swarming over the camp? Why bother with the fire? What was the cause of the jamming? Was it related to the bugs and if so how and why? Who were the humanoid attackers of the convoy then, if any? Far too may questions needed answers. "So what now boss?" Aurellius asked. "Now. Now we hold our ground. Defend the camp. I doubt this is over." Marcus said tonelessly. "If however, it is over. We regroup, find some answers, then move on from there."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarze -- Out of the Frying Pan First universal rule of fighting in all forms... Well, guideline, but treating it as a rule is smart. Perhaps the greatest lesson he'd ever learned from the very same coach that had always told him to try and emulate his prodigy sister-- Stay off the center line! Feeling his eyebrows begin to singe away, the gauntleted teen juked forward and to the side, simultaneously closing distance and evading a crispy, untimely conclusion to their short battle. That said, he needed to keep this up. Casting fireball undoubtedly gave this Mordred guy the range advantage, and that was something he absolutely needed to take away! He kept pressing inward, trying to close the distance between him and his opponent. If I can just get my hands on him, I'll be in a much better position to do some work. Luckily, he only had a few feet to go, and then the next issue'd be dealing with that sword. Either try and in-fight, or just take him to the ground. Those seemed like the best options. Keeping an intelligent defense up all the while, Schwarze continued working his way into range.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Having finally caught up with the now stationary tank, Diamond jumped up with a loud thump. "Say what?" she said, a bit of anger in her voice. "That's not the mission. That's to protect the trucks! The camp was a write off even before we showed up, look at what's left of the truck! The bugs would have gotten the camp in the end, and we brought mining dust, not arms, none of this would have helped them!" she said, her voice getting steadily more growling. This was going to end badly from the start and there was pathetic little they could have done with what they had and knew. Time to pull their heads out of their asses and salvage what was left! Two of the trucks were heading back to Vale, while the wreck of the third one was rapidly vanishing in front of their eyes. And they stood here, doing nothing, and being surrounded by a spreading wildfire. "Well? Do something, boss! I'm not abandoning what they hired me to do as long as those trucks are rolling and I am certainly not going to stay here and burn to a crisp! If you can't make a decision then get your candy ass back to that camp, there are a few survivors to load up, and let me handle this!" she yelled in frustration and jumped off, walking in the direction of what remained of the third truck and the bulk of the swarm. The blast of the high explosive shot seemed to hurt the swarm more than the fire. The source of the fire was an incendiary round, not much she could do about that, but they had to put out the grass before they burned here alive. How does one put out a fire of that magnitude though? It reminded her of a dust quarry fire, spreading too fast to be contained. If memory served, they put those out with a shockwave, blowing the flames right off. Looking at the truck, the pieces started falling together. She just hoped enough of the mining dust was left intact to be effective. Turning around, she gave Marcus a stern look. "Blow up what's left of the truck before they eat it all! That should blow off the fires in a gap big enough for us to get through and take most of the bugs with it! We only need the two trucks! We need to catch up with those!" she said, her tone of voice on the borderline between a suggestion and an order.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour "Wait, does the lack of a response mean no?" Napoli asked a little forlorn as Bianca followed the rest of the group, truth be told he did kind of want that pillow. Nothing beat a good night's rest after all, and what better to ensure you slept well than having a great pillow. A one of kind pillow that only he had, in fact no one could ever say that his pillow and another were birds of a feather. Dang it, that was beautiful, why do I have to think all my best jokes. My genius being confined is a crime against humanity. Wait. Where did everyone else go? Crap! They all forgot about me! Breaking off into a sprint, Napoli found himself dashing in the vague direction he had last see them going. I really, really, need to stop getting hung up on my jokes, as brilliant as they may be. It's not my fault I got blessed with such a beautiful mind. Didn't someone make a movie about that? Sucks the guy died, Nohn Jash was the name right? Wait, I'm totally off topic again. As if on cue, Napoli then noticed the others, all sitting comfortably enjoying pizza and salad. Just another typical day with Team VGNB. Speaking of which, Napoli had the brilliant timing to stumble in just as Bianca was going over her dumb plan again. Did she expect that putting out flyers would allow people to fly to her level. Damn, I did it again, I swear all my best jokes. Completely wasted. Napoli could only shake his head, as he grabbed some triple cheese pizza, a can of Big Hill Mist, and some salad, and took a seat by the others. "Hey Bianca, how bout we make a bet. When the flyer thing inevitably fails, I get the pillow. Sound good?" Napoli grinned, as another beautiful thought came to mind, "For that matter, we could make things even more interesting if the rest of the team joined in. Hey Vega, what do you think?" Seriously, a beautiful mind. "Also," he added, "if you're really itching for a fight that badly, Mercutio and Arsene are always willing to oblige. Scapino tends to be the only one that gets used on most occasions."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane grinned at celebration behind them, she liked making people happy, it made her feel like she was doing her job right, even if she was only in training. "Ya, they were a little weird, but hey everybody is weird somehow right?" she said in response to Sepia as they made their way to the Land of Walt. This place was amazing, she had never actually been to an amusement park before. She struggled with the temptation, they were supposed to be investigating right now or at least patrolling. But she REALLY wanted to hit the Ursa in the face. Krysthane loooved ice cream and she wanted some sort of extra prize even more. Maybe if they spent just like five minutes here, hit the ursa, then be gone. Oh, then they could talk to the security guards, if anyone knew about any miscreants in the area it would be them. "Alright here is the plan." Krysthane said conspiratorially to Sepia, "We go in real quick, we both smack the Ursa for the prizes, eat the ice cream, 'cause obviously we gonna win, and then talk to the guards about the gang or whatever. Sound good?" she asked Sepia hoping that she wouldn't offer any rebuttal. Krysthane knew they should just investigate right away but it couldn't hurt to have some fun first right? and partly @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel - Confused rabbit. This was bad was the main thought that was travelling through her head it was confusing to say the least one moment she was at the casino next she knew she was ambushed by enemies and grimm. Having her rifle ready she saw them heading towards her and her mind went onto autopilot as she set her gun to its machine gun form. Taking aim she fired her mind saw she was in danger and as such she took aim and fired at her enemies despite her mind telling her its a trick. "Roar for me Byakko" she screamed as she took out a blue colored cartridge and placed it into her machine gun. As if one command with the shells of her bullets falling down around her she set freezing the large enemies while jumping from perceived attacks at her.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond scrambled behind the tank, hoping it was heavy enough. The tincan rocked violently, but the lack of it landing on her told the thief she was safe for now. She finally peered over the machine and saw the destruction her plan brought on the land around. But hey, it's only stupid if it doesn't work! The fire was out, as were most of the bugs. The radios were still out, but the massive explosion had to have been noticeable as far as Vale. Somebody will come notice soon and pick up what's left of the camp. As for the team, they still had work to do. "Y'all right?" she hollered, looking around for her teammates. "Get us over to that truck, we need to deliver them both back." she said, getting the tow cables ready. Hopefully they would be able to put it back on it's wheels and then they could hopefully go back home. Diamond has had enough for one day. In her mind they didn't do badly. But she was worried with just how easily the team gave up. It was especially worrying in Marcus' case. If the head is cut off, the rest dies easily. She'd have to have a few words with him once they got back about that. The last part that stank was how useless she felt during all of this. The others had some way to put out the fire, or kill the insects, and what did she have? Sneaking around and one idea that had a 50:50 chance of success. That wouldn't do. Maybe she should transfer to armory class while she still could to get herself some better gear. But seeing how ineffective bullets would have been against targets this tiny and fast, she was coming back to the same solution as before. Diamond didn't really have much experience with dust, but hey - somebody somewhere back in history had to use it for the first time, and it worked. She'd just have to find a way to make it work.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren tried her best not to melt, but it was hard. The gaze, was not unfriendly, and she wasn't brushed off without a care. But then, when Skyra made a comment about smelling bad, Moku lept into action. "No! nonono! You...you, smell, good, actually. Nice" She blurted out, and then simply stood, waiting for the fallout to burn her to a cinder and leave nothing left but boots. Why boots, she didn't know, but they always seemed to survive, even when the feet inside them had been vaporized.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon arrived to the gym with a note in his hand. He was sent a challenge and he was going to answer it. He knew who sent it to him and he didn't care why. He was still a bit sore from his last mission, but all in all nothing that would really weaken him. He saw his opponent as he called out to Ebon. he just continued to scowl. "I eat punks like you for breakfast." Be said to Gren Orchid. Taking The Kingdom off his back Ebon took a few steps back and got into a fighting stance with his shield ready to launch an armada of R-Types. He didn't really notice Skyra talking to Mokuren in the distance. Ebon had a one-track mind to defeat his opponent, and then maybe go find other people to fight. Perhaps even go work on The Kingdom. He had a couple new ideas for R-Types he wanted to try to make, or at least upgrade the current fleet. He'll see what he needs to work on first after he finishes this fight.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Chuckling Gren began to put The God Eater back together. "My my my my. So aggressive. You could at least buy me dinner first." Standing up while brandishing The God Eater in it's Terror form, Gren faced Ebon. He still showed his face and had not quiet yet gotten into battle mode. "Before we begin, are there any conditions or handicaps you'd like? A change in scenery perhaps? I doubt the school would let us fight anywhere willy-nilly, but since I challenged you I'll let you decide how and where we'd fight Within reason of course." Gren gave Ebon a big grin, eager to go against this little charred human. He hoped to give everyone else a good show too, since this was just practice before the big brawl.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Now it was Skyra's time to be flustered and embarrassed. "I...uhm... eh... I... do...? That's... uh... the...uhm... first time... ever... that... somebody actually... complimented me... I don't care if it is just the smell..." A lone tear found its way out of her eye. "Sorry... it's just..." She sighed and with that another tear escaped the other eye and travelled down her cheek before her hand wiped it away. "Ever since I've been a kid, I've not been complimented for myself..." Her knees were a little bit weak now as was the smile she cracked at Mokuren, but just a bit later, she shook her head violently and her stoically professional look returned to her face.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane yawned. She should probably get up and be active or something. Meh, maybe a walk about would be good. She lazily got dressed and began walking around slowly waking up when she heard the distinctive sound of boring Ebon saying something. About breakfast? Maybe he was serving people breakfast. She wanted breakfast, so she started moving slightly faster towards the source of the noise and found it to have originated from the gym. She entered and found it rather crowded, which made sense really but it looked like Ebon was getting into a fight for some reason. She eagerly found a wall to lean on and watched the scene unfold.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Looking on at the way Skyra reacted, Mokuren saw that, in front of her, was a broken little Kitty. One that needed mending, much like the mending Mokuren never got. The tears where to much for Mokuren to handle, and so, throwing caution to the wind, she moved forward to envelop Skyra in a comforting hug. "It'sok. I will compliment you a million times a day if I must. I can't abide seeing such a beautiful girl like you cry, or feel any sort of sadness. It will no do, and I shall not stand for it" Mokuren's tone was stern, as if telling off everyone who ever passede over complimenting Skyra, and even more strangely, telling off everyone who would, in the future, not compliment her.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Here is fine. No outside help. Fight ends when one of our aura is in the red. No mercy, no surrender... Winner gets $500 Lien from the loser, and watch where you're aiming. Let's go!" Ebon opened his attack by calling forth ten R-Types, all Arrowheads. He could tell from Gren's weapon that he had a lot of fire power, but Ebon doubt that Gren could shoot down individual R-Types if they were buzzing around him. But Ebon had to be careful too; Gren only needed to take him out to take out the R-Types. Which was why as soon as the R-types flew out to gun down Gren, Ebon hid behind his shield and got ready for the faunas to try to charge at him. The ten R-Types split into three separate squadrons: One group of five, one group of three, and one pair. Even though they all had the same armament each squadron had a different purpose. Squad one, largest, would strafe around Gren and constantly harass him with gunfire. Squad two were the heavy hitters and would charge their shots for maximum damage. They would be used tactically, targeting things like Gren's weapon if he started to get an advantage on Ebon. The last two were auxiliary; just there in case Ebon needed them for something specific. They were all constantly moving and shooting, with Ebon controlling them to dodge if Gren does decide to try to thin them out.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Of the two things happening in the gym that Diamond noticed in the corner of her vision, one was certainly interesting. The other just sent her mind back to dealing with problems with her own cat person, something she didn't want to deal with right this instance. Giving the bag a break, she disappeared for a moment in the hall in search of a vending machine. Returning with a bag of chips just in time, she spotted another person that intended to watch the fight in the making. Standing next to the blonde woman, she nodded towards the two: "Care to place a bet?"</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more. Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying. Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn. Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons. "I need a hobby." Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it. Or something to play video games on. "Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas." Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities. "Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him." In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!" Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company. A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Score for me!" Diamond grinned, stretching an open palm in Krysthane's direction, "Pay up. Nice doing business with you." She said with a cheeky smile. Turning back to Emmy she looked at the cat faunus questioningly, raising one eyebrow: "Care to enlighten a mere mortal how did you manage to hit your head on the ceiling?" she inquired, "And hey, this is the big city now! You dress up, and when you go to take a walk, you leave the saw and hatchet at home you hick!" she smiled, giving the kitten a joking punch on the shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet As it turned out, the KESS dorm was not unoccupied. In typical fashion, Sepia had gotten up at the crack of dawn to take a run, done so for about 45 minutes, come back to the dorm intending to stay up for once, and promptly fallen asleep face down on her bed. Still in her running clothes and only under her Nevermore-printed throw, her face was inches away from a rather wicked-looking sewing needle. She'd fallen asleep stitching. This was not unusual, as the number of earings she could wear at once was a testament to how often she had rolled over onto "Ms. Stabby". Blissfully aware of the situation, Sepia curled up tighter. The needle grazed her nose. She sneezed.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Maintaining Politeness Sheesh. No need for that, it was on its way up, for Pete's sake. He couldn't have been that annoying, could he? Was her patience wearing thin due to him, or the wait on the ascending airship itself? Did he have cause to take this personally? Well, he did have the golden rule to follow... If it was unclear, assume "no" until proven otherwise. Made life much less of a hassle. "Well, yeah, but I meant more after that." he replied, co-opting that dry snark for himself in response. "After all, I doubt the plan stops just at getting on the ship, Miss..." He trailed off in the typical "what's your name?" way.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest. "Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro." Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those. "And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions Success! A name! He'd managed to pry out a name! ... I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game. Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but... If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right? "I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock. "I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now. "Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high." "And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy. "A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Ciel \| Vale "perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Vale "Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired. "Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it. "Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag. "I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke. "Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly. "One at a time old man", "Don't call me old man", "But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit. "Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends. But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans. Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing? To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that. Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon. Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change. "Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it. "Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy. "I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald "I seeeeee...." Emerald mused, actually having no idea what any of those words meant either. Ah well, it didn't matter, she'd stopped caring what a 'hick' was at that point. "My bed is fine, it's a pretty sturdy piece of furniture." She couldn't say the same for the ceiling, but who cared if there was a few cracks in it? Right? Emerald looked around the gym, with the fight between Gren and Ebon over, Emmy couldn't help but feel like she wanted to have a little fight of her own. She looked at Diamond...no she'd already had a match with Diamond in the arena the other day. She'd need to find a different opponent, that way she wouldn't know what tricks they had, and they won't know what tricks she had either. The problem was she didn't know who'd be a good candidate, she didn't know a lot of people yet. But Diamond knew people! "Diamond! Who around here could I fight with!?" She pumped her fists. "I wanna beat someone up!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "My point exactly." Diamond chuckled when Emmy still had no idea about the meaning of the word. She'd have to get that girl reading to expand her vocabulary. As for her other inquiry though, Diamond frowned. She did suggest Emmy take PE class to fix her close range weakness, but that would take time. "Fair opponent? For you? Here? A sandbag. Everyyone else her would mop the floor with you until you buff up somewhat and learn some technique to boot. If you want a fair match, go look around the practice class. There'd be plenty of those during schooltime though. You sure you don't want to do something more relaxing?" the thief suggested.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian \| Vale - Armour Store Packing away the hair clips she was about to leave when she saw Luke come in. Well now wasn't this a surprise the only one missing was Mokuren but it was probably a good thing she wasn't here considering her standard attitude. "Hello Luke I hope you are well?" She asked since it was only polite after all. Plus they were team mates it was probably for the best that they at least have some interaction with each other to build up teamwork or something along those lines she supposed. Still she was unsure on if she leave for her haircut or just stay and see what Luke was up up. Plus Jack wanted to come for reasons unknown to her beyond his whole in it till the end deal he seems to be on.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia IC: Emerald Emerald's ears flicked when Oswald entered the room. She wasn't all that heavy of a sleeper, with the sharp ears that she had. She wondered what he was chuckling about as he entered the room. She slowly pushed her body up, holding herself up with her arms, sheets still covering her, it made her look like a small hill rising in the bed, except with furry ears. Then Oswald said something about taking a shower and then going into town with a girl named Sapphire. Emmy thought it was a nice name. Before she could ask him more about it, he'd already walked out the door. Well, that was okay, he'd have to come back to the dorm after he showered. She was wondering if she could tag along, maybe bring Diamond too. It wouldn't hurt to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane took a step back as some guy rounded the corner the same time she did and bumped into her. She quickly attempted to utter an apology but he beat her to it. Her face light up when he said something about bowling. That was a perfect idea, she had been wondering what to do, she could take her team on a bowling trip. She had never tried it before but from all accounts it was a fun time. "No no I'm fine, thoooooough if you're going bowling, perhaps you'd um, show me the way? As soon as I get my team that is. I was planning on doing something teambuilding-y, but I didn't really have any ideas until you said something about bowling so know I'm planning on doing that. So ya?" Krysthane asked gathering speed as she talked and ending with what she hoped counted as a friendly smile. A quick survey noted the guy in question had eyes a remarkably pleasant shade of blue and an equally pleasantly developed body.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia was having a strange dream. In it, a bee kept buzzing around her face and trying to land on her nose. No matter how many times she shooed it way, the annoying little insect just kept coming back. Growing more and more frustrated, Sepia eventually gave in and just swatted the thing when it landed on her for the millionth time. As soon as she touched it, she woke up and her mistake became apparent. Her right hand and nose were now connected via sewing needle. Trying not to jostle it, she spoke to the people who were currently in her dorm. "Guys...I'm a little...stuck."</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate For a moment, the guardian was taken completely aback. This girl wants me to show her to the bowling place? Abel dared to hope that he might have a chance after all, but internally he shook his head. This wasn't like all the animated shows he'd watched back in Pallisade; in real life, the chances of stumbling into a relationship were laughably low. That didn't mean, of course, that Abel wasn't willing to help her out. Plus, not many girls smiled at him for no reason. "Yeah, sure. Looking for my team as well. Big boar faunus in green, and a white-haired tiger faunus with a talking ferret. Bowling place's called Drury Lanes. About a block north of the general airship landing zone. Hopefully...or, you know, if the situation provides, our teams might meet at the airship dock in ten minutes-ish." He offered a craggy smile in response. It wasn't an expression his face often hosted, he knew, which either meant that it'd be horrible due to lack of practice, or good due to saving it up. Mentally, he bemoaned himself for thinking about such things. Stop concentrating on your face and work on something cool to say. The guardian crossed his arms. "Sound like a plan?"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Blinking a few times at Emmy's hasty change of mind and even hastier exit, the thief shrugged it off. Something she better get used to, she supposed. Now though she was at a loss of what to do. Breakfast sounded like a good idea. Reaching into her pocket though, she realized there was no wallet, probably forgotten among the morning shenanigans. Cursing under her breath, she shook her head hard. This didn't happen to her! Making a quick exit out of the gym, she headed back to the dorms to locate the missing accessory. In a hurry over the stress of missing the important item, she nearly forgot the cause of her other worries until she walked past BAST's dorm room. Flooring it to get to a different part of the building before she could have an encounter he really didn't want to right now, she didn't stop until MODE's door clicked shut behind her. She heard the shower running, suggesting that would be the last place to look for the wallet. She snickered as she spotted a mass of bed sheets with kitty ears trying to sort itself out and went to look for the wallet in the closet, but it wasn't there. "Damn it, damnitdamnit! where is it? I hope I didn't leave it in the cab!" she hissed under her breath.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Yep. Rude indeed, and unrepentant. Silently making a gesture to ward off evil, the black-haired brawler looked over to Shiro, more than a few seats away after being helped up there by a red-haired classmate. Nothing on him at all. If class was anywhere near as hard as he was worried it'd be, the faunus would not be served well by starting behind the curve. Being the sympathetic sap that he was, he couldn't allow this to happen. I'm making an executive decision here. Forgive me, untaken notes. Tearing out two sheets of paper from his spiral, he placed them on the desk and dove back into his bag. He wasn't going to give away his beloved mechanical, trusty and nice-looking as it was, but he knew he'd carried at least five extra acoustics... There you are. Fishing the pencil out of his bag, he placed it atop the paper and slid the entire pile over to his left, tapping Ben on the shoulder. "Pass it down to the guy who beat me up last class, please."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren arrived to the classroom sometime after the combat classes. He had went to restock ammunition, check some emails, and exchange his books for more relevant supplies. While they were training to be hunters, Gren's next class was mathematics. Can't ignore the basics. And despite his vast amount of abilities, even he had some dislike for the subject. Though it was a love/hate sort of thing: When he's good he enjoys it. But it's frustrating when he's wrong, because one mistake can change the entire equation until you get a mess so violently different it rips apart one's mind. At least programming didn't lead you on when you make a mistake. Arriving to the room sometime after everyone else have, he could already see that Shiro had made his entrance due to the path of his destruction. Shiro himself seemed to be in a slump. Glancing around the class he could imagine why. Shiro has a bad tendency to make a fool of himself. And it's not like he had the support of others to help him give over his klutziness. But that's what Gren was here for. "Hey partner. What's with the slump? Something happened last class or something?" Gren took a seat next to Shiro, though he had to push the desk forward. And since the desk was built into the floor, Gren ended up pushing the entire first row a few inches forward to accommodate his bulk. Fortunately he left The God Eater back at his locker.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics "You're a fucking riot, Fiordilatte," said Gratia flatly, though irritation was already beginning to leak through in such close proximity to her hated team member. "Your shitty pun brutally sodomized my virgin ears. Real fucking outstanding work." She had already settled into a desk, dropping her satchel down on the floor beside her. It was, of course, just her thrice-damned shitty luck that she had been seated next to the massive blonde cunt and his overbearing, unwarranted ego. Had she not been in class, there would have been nothing stopping her from rIpPINg apart the irksome fool's smug expression and watching him bleed out. That however, would unlikely be possible while in the presence of such a number. "I am disappointed, however," she continued, slamming her textbook down onto the wooden desk with a mighty thud, "about your fucking pathetic showing of a fight. I am utterly amazed that my expectations for your curb stomping were defeated so readily. It was like watching an abortion being thrown at a wall. Bravo, you really disappointed me." The Mistralese huntress leaned back into her chair, shooting her acquaintance a single look. "You must have had a lot of practice disappointing your mother."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz-- Jesus ... M-Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was a normal thing in Hunter Culture? Tearing into eachother like rabid dogs? Wh-what happened to courtesy?! Was this what they meant when they coined the phrase "ultimate power corrupts ultimately"?! Was this really Gratia Mindaro's true form? Had she deliberately hidden her power level from his scouter on the airship ride? He had her pegged wrong! This wasn't Kuudere, this wasn't Kuudere at all! This was to acerbic to be Kuudere! This was Tsun, hard, hard Tsun! Tsuntsun! Kuutsun? ... Tundra. Involuntarily, he shivered as he tapped BASL's leader on the shoulder again, this time frantically.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Listening to the conversations around her, Diamond was starting to notice the room was filling with human wreckage that wasn't just her. It filled her with a twisted sense of schadenfreude. Compared to them, her own problems seemed bearable. she didn't understand how Sapphire had not yet requested a duel with Shiro and beat the living crap out of him or die trying, or for that matter what did Oswald see on that abrasive husk of a personality. How did that team not yet fall apart? Probably the influence of the other two members and the clashing duo giving a wide berth to each other whenever possible. Speaking of teams, theirs did not look like a shining example either. True, the swaps were hardly their fault - none of them were because of injury or anything - but if she was to be honest, there was no team. Up until the last few days, Diamond could hardly even notice Oswald, and at this point he was her teammate the longest. Emerald she liked, but that wasn't hard to do for anybody but the Blunette. And - whatishisname, Cobalt? - she seemed to frighten him despite being the one being aimed at. If that was a replacement for Marcus on the leader position, then Gods be with them on the next mission. There was no team, there were 4 people living in the same room. She caught sight of what Emerald was doing and figured this class was as good as anytime to pass along messages, and scribbled one on a piece of paper. Folding a plane of her own, she cut a wedge to the bottom of it. She put the rubber band that held her ponytail together between her index and thumb turning it into a makeshift slingshot and launching the plane with it in Oswald's direction, watching it get stuck in his hair. Hey, what do we do about the swaps? I'm getting about as much of a team vibe from us as a meeting of a vacuum cleaner with a garden hose on an operating table. Is the new guy assigned as our leader? Because that seems like a baaad idea, he's avoiding me ffs. Can't have a man without balls in charge, no way no how. I'm not good at this team thing, but we need to do something about this or we'll be picked apart the next Friday, last one was too close for comfort already. Thoughts?</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren smirked and took out his Scroll. A few flicks of his finger and Gren cleared his phone of his previous data while at the same time downloaded the data he needed to give Shiro some basic functions. "You can use mine. I've been meaning to get an upgrade soon, so you might as well take this one instead of me just selling it off. It's a recent model, though I've added a few hardware upgrades to it." Gren showed one of those upgrades being a miniature hologram projector. He showed a recording of his own fight with Cobalt. "I've also taken the liberty to... Hook you up, namean?" Gren then switched over to the contact list, which provided numbers for just about all the girls in class. Gren figured Shiro might like it, more so when Shiro asked him a question about the ladies. "Ha! You just now noticed? I hardly ever see you without a new girl near you, Shiro. Beacon has always had some fine huntresses though. However I don't blame you for finally seeing them as women instead of warriors. One tends to forget I suppose." Gren glanced around and looked at the other students. A few caught his eye, but he couldn't claim he felt any particular attraction to any of them. Only one really garnered his stare for very long, and that wasn't because of any romantic feelings for her. Gren just wondered when Sapphire was going to try to step up and be a leader worthy of followers rather then a girl who doles out orders. He put those thoughts behind him though. He still needed to socialize himself, but there was a bigger beast to face. Math. "Alright Shiro, enough goofing around. Is your body ready?" Gren said as he took out his notebook and raised his pencil.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Mathematics Class Beaming brightly, Shiro watched the projected hologram of one of Gren's sparring matches in awe. Frowning again, he tilted his head. "Wait, I don't remember this fight..Aww, man! Is this one of the fights I missed?" Pouting, he puffed his cheeks out. Watching as Gren ended the hologram and leaning in close to see what it was his friend had to show him, his face quickly flushed red. "How did Gren get all of their numbers? Isn't this some invasion of privacy?" As far as he knew, with his old Scroll he could only send messages to other Beacon Students. He assumed that they were automatically scanned by some computer and approved before the information was routed to the correct recipient. Assumed, because there was always an odd delay before someone received a text from him. Even though they were within the same room and literally feet from one another. As far as private numbers, he thought that Beacon restricted Scroll numbers to only other members of the team. Unless explicitly shared by a fellow student, there was no way that he knew of to search and get someone's number. Much less an entire list of practically every female in their class. "How did...?" Eying Gren curiously, all of his thoughts were quickly wiped away when his friend made the insinuation that Shiro was some sort of player or ladies' man. Which, he figured he was far from. He was warm and friendly to everyone, regardless of who they were. How could anyone mistake that as flirtatious? Flustered, Shiro could only make a few odd noises and sounds. Not able to fully form a coherent word, much less a structured sentence. Begrudgingly, the tiger boy took Gren's Scroll. Looking through the list of numbers that Gren was somehow able to obtain, he thought to delete everyone's numbers then and there but hesitated in doing so. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't think some of the students were attractive. He looked up at a certain fox Faunus when this thought crossed his mind. But, he didn't think he could ever have the courage to outright confess his feelings and ask anyone out. He felt he was too shy. Certainly he could do it if he hyped himself up enough, but he was at Beacon to focus on bettering himself as a person and increasing his skills as a Hunter. Did anyone even have time for relationships when academics were far more important? He got easily distracted enough. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided he'd go through and delete all the numbers later. "W-well...okay, maybe some." He was still a healthy young man, after all. Considerably more cheerful, he put away his gifted Scroll. Glancing over his shoulder at the team members of Bastille, he faced to the front as sighed as he organized his papers and looked at his given assignment. Shiro wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but he also wasn't the dimmest. Mathematics wasn't his strong point and sometimes gave him headaches what with all of the letters, numbers, and formulas. But, given enough time, he could slowly work his way through his assignments. Usually. "No. My body is not ready. Why can't Beacon just be about fighting and stuff?" He pouted, complaining. Muttering, he set his mind to deciphering the formulas and equations in front of him. "Whose bright idea was it anyways to mix numbers and letters together? We'll never use this in our daily lives..." Pausing, he glanced back over his shoulder at the darker-skinned lady of team Bastille. Not even realizing it, he did this periodically. Towards her, the feathery Faunus who returned his pack to him, and Mokuren.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost A shadow tendril shot up to the air, stabbing right through the paper plane and pulling it down into Diamond's hand. She could hardly be called satisfied with that response. They waited to see how they do on the actual mission last time and look how that ended! Crumpling the paper and tossing it to the nearby trash bin, she took her scroll and sent a text instead: We did that last week and the result was two of our guys being changed and I saw the look on your face. That kind of thinking will get us all killed. Shouldn't we be... I don't know... Training or something? Get to know how the new guy fights and stuff? Some routines, like 'Actually wait for the person you sent to have a look to get back and tell you what's going on ahead'? She had a look at the assignments of the class and frowned. She didn't know much of this math, her own self study focused on numerical stuff - things that help you brute force or otherwise get a combination to a safe. Why on Remnant were they teaching her this, so she could... Nope, she couldn't even figure out a funny retort, that's how useless this stuff was for her job.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Emerald Felicia Emerald groaned as she returned to the land of the living. She looked around, a bit confused how she'd ended up in her dorm, she could have sworn she'd been outside. One look at Diamond sitting next to her on the bed and Emmy put it together. "Hey now, I'm not scared of nothin! Just seeing someone with their mouth sewn shut freaked me out okay? I was already feeling dizzy from all the noise as it was." Emmy then gave Diamond a look. "Why'd you bring me all the way back to the dorm? Don't you normally bring people who've fainted to the infirmary? Or try to wake them up first?" Violet Steel Violet looked the supposedly 'final' member of the midnight squad. His appearance was messy, his hair was wild and unkempt, his clothing was unorganized and wrinkled, and to top it off he gave off a vibe that screamed 'I'm a douchebag and you will learn to hate me quickly.' She was rarely wrong about her first impressions, she just hoped this guy would at the very least do his part. She certainly wasn't impressed so far. She decided to ignore the latecomer's questions, and simply asked one of her own. "Who are you?" She despised having conversations with strangers without names...and truth be told conversations in general. She needed a name at the very least.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin continued to stare at the three members of his new squad, it had been quite some time since he was partnered with other people, he wondered if this secret organization knew his track record about working with others. Well, this didn't really matter to him. Everyone knew what they were supposed to do, however, could this group ever try to work together to bring that goal into a reality? Well, only time could tell, but the chances of working together perfectly were slim. Valin was just about to chuckle at the thought of the group's misfortune, but someone finally decided to speak up. Bringing himself out of his train of thought, he looked over to the person that had spoke to him. Oh? It was the only person that was standing, the girl. Valin raised himself from the ground, his eyes moving from the fallen bodies to the lone standing girl. She was taller than him, not by much, but he could still see the difference between the two. Soon, his eyes started to slowly scan the lady from top to bottom. He could already tell several things about her just by the surroundings. Valin could smell the massive amount of dust used inside of the room, and he could see the massive amount of water staining the floor and the others with the slight lingering odor of burnt flesh. So, if she was standing while the others seemed incapable of standing, she was tough. Her resting bitch face seemed to tell that she wasn't the friendliest or the most talkative person, and by the looks of it, she was a faunus, something similar to the canine family. Valin smiled at the girl, and began to speak. "Oh? You carry the tension of a mountain gorilla in your body. You should really try to loosen up, maybe date someone on this team, really helps with the loneliness that are innate in all of us," Valin said, moving closer to Violet, "Well, no real reason to try skirting around my name. I'm Valin, Valin Nash. And what might be the name of this lovely young lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta-Back to Class Cobalt shrugged after Headmaster Palin sent him back to class and walked right on back. On his way he pondered whether or not the boy would be okay. He decided to go and check on him during lunch. Cobalt made it back to class and frowned. It seemed as if not many people had come back to class. He went to his desk and sat down ready to do his work. He opened his textbook and then face palmed. He had already done his work and turned it in. Cobalt raised his hand to get Professor Fullbuster's attention and began to speak. "May I please leave? I'm already done with everything. My work is on your desk." He asked politely. Man the room was empty.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost "Whatever you say, Kitten. I just hope we didn't catch any of whatever he had." Diamond frowned. "You do?" she asked sheepishly, "Well excuse me, I'm not exactly used to going to a doctor with every little ache. They share data with police!" the thief defended herself. "Besides, it's not like you hit your head or anything. And trust me, waking you up was next thing on the list." she grinned, "I'm a little disappointed you are up already if I'm to be honest." Diamond chuckled, flexing her fingers. "Well, now that that's taken care of, more classes I guess." she sighed, looking out of the window to see the crowd dispersing. It did gnaw at her a little: What kind of shit one has to get into to wind up looking like that? All she could come up with was that there was a Mad Scientist at play. She shuddered - the thought of being detained for any reason would send chills down the bones of any lawbreaker. Well, at least in prison they jsut kept you in a small dark pod, but didn't sew your mouth shut. Looking back to Emerald, Diamond nodded towards he door: "Come on. You can make paper planes everywhere, might as well try to pay attention first. Wouldn't wanna drop out, would you?"</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Armory A hermetic seal. That was why the swine Faunus had approached her for? Gratia allowed her gaze to linger on the other student's retreating back for several seconds before she returned to her own work: cleaning the dust and grime off Valens with a towel. Breathing apparati were not particularly her field of specialisation, but creating an airtight space was not too difficult in the long-run. All that was required was a substance that possessed low moisture and oxygen transmission rates, and from there it could be utilised to hermetically seal whatever object it was being applied to; which, in the case of the teenager that had just approached her, was a breathing mask. What were the substances being used to construct the mask? That would determine what was necessary to hermetically seal it. The Mistralese teenager had once kept a bag of cheese (a small luxury for her family) air tight after opening it with an empty water bottle, but obviously her method would not have worked on something so important as a mask. However, it was no longer her problem anymore. She didn't need to waste her fucking time when the Faunus could figure the shit out for himself. Quietly, the Huntress pulled out a bottle of oil, applying the most miniscule amount to a rag. She began to wipe it along the entirety of the blade with the practised care of a long-time sword-user, safe in the knowledge that her weapon was once again protected by a new coat of oil.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Armory Accompanied by the ring of the beginning bell Professor Chatsworth appeared from an adjoining room. His rolled-up sleeves and filthy hands abundantly gave off the impression that he'd been at work on some laborious project or another. Approaching the students, he waved to get their attention before giving instruction. "Good afternoon! Today, I'll be giving you all some time to tinker with your own gear as usual, but this time I have a new assignment that is to be started no later than thirty minutes in, as well. This marks the first time that you're not understanding or modifying, but actually making. I want you to concept, sketch, and then begin gathering parts for a functional headgear. It can be goggles, a hat, a visor, glasses, what have you, but it must perform some task useful to a hunter in the field. As always, if you're unable to find the parts you want in the scrap room, you can place an order for materials using my terminal. The first ten orders are free -you can thank your tuition for that- but after that there will be some small charges to your account. Good luck and fulfilling work!" Chatsworth wiped his hands off on a rag and produced his scroll, sending a copy of the assignment to the electronic blackboard near his desk, where it displaced the usual two or three diagrams taken up residence there. After that, the professor returned to the back room, leaving the door open so that anyone who wanted his help could ask. Abel Fulgurate "Hallooooo there, young learners!" The resounding voice of Professor Port threatened to drown out the bell for a moment. Abel seated himself at a desk, noting that somehow pretty much everyone else in the class beat him to it, and looking expectantly at the mustachioed instructor for the beginning of the lesson. Port obliged. "Today, we'll be studying a brand-new type of Grimm! We've introduced ourselves to most of the pitiable Kleins and a few of the Feinds already, but this elusive type we can't easily encounter in a classroom. Follow me, eager adventurers!" He pressed a button on his desk with his signature bravado, and in one corner of the room a previously-unmentioned metal door swung open. Seemingly disregarding the notion that some of the students might have second thoughts, Port led the way into the brightly-lit hallway and into a surprisingly well-known room: the pool. While it fell under the classification of 'gym' and stood right next to it on the Beacon floorplan, the pool had been inexplicably inaccessible today, and one look at it made it pretty clear why. A large, dark shape moved beneath the water, ignoring a series of circular floating platforms arranged like lilypads across the pool's surface. Despite the overwhelming ominous sense flooding from the pool, Port seemed mightily pleased with himself. "Today's monstrosity is a water-borne behemoth, the Megaladeus! They're downright nasty pieces of work, let me tell you, I nearly lost a leg to one once...but that's a story for another time! Anyway, I'm stacking the odds in your favor since you're fighting out of your element. Old Port took a handsaw to this Grimm's teeth after helping to capture it, so it won't turn you into mincemeat if it grabs you, but rest assured it'll still hurt! You're going after this ferocious fish as a team, so it's the job of each of you to look after everyone else! Unless you want to be that one hunter who drowned in freshman-year Grimm Studies, I'd recommend removing any extraneous clothing or armor in one of the locker rooms over there. If you've got swimsuits, now might be the time. Remember water resistance for melee weapons, to keep your balance on the pads, and while bullets don't work in water, dust still does! Five minutes until I blow the almighty whistle, brave warriors, get scheming!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Worst class ever By the time Diamond got to the classroom (late, as she had to return the notes for Math she borrowed), the only spot left was next to Cobalt. So much for this class starting well. Rolling her eyes the redhead walked into the room to take the seat. "Seems like the fates won't let us be apart." the thief whispered as she sat down, trying not to look too hostile. After a short while, professor Port opened a door Diamond was wondering about where it went. The class started shuffling through it, and the thug followed on the tail. The second she saw where they were though, what color was in her face drained rapidly as she took a pace back. Shringking, she pulled her hat into her face. Nooo, why this, why now? She wanted to turn tail and run like hell. But instead she shuffled behind Cobalt, lsitening to what the professor was saying. As soon as Port finished, she straightened her hat and tapped Cobalt's shoulder ever so slightly with her gaze pointing to the ground. Her face was an odd mix of embarrassment and fright as she shared what her problem was: "I can't swim." she whispered through gritted teeth.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves. Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified. Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled. Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds. He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town. There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Consciousness was almost a stranger to Oswald in these moments. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain he was in was absolutely unbearable. He'd never admit it, but he felt like he was dying every time he tried to sit up. It only made sense, though. Three broken ribs. A punctured lung. His nose and thumb, broken and a bit disfigured as well. Dull and sharp pains assaulted his senses from seemingly all sides, and the pain medications he was supposed to be getting dulled his mind too much for him to use them. He had to think, but the suffering was too much. Maybe he'd click that button, get a little bit of medicine, just to dull the edge. Just as he was thinking of doing so, the presence of another student roused his attention. Somebody who didn't get maimed? It's a Dustmass miracle... The sarcastic thought remained non verbal as Oswald pressed his little button. And there it was, the pain dulling medicine he was so uncomfortable using. "Shiro...sup, dude?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment. Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword. "Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!" Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was. "Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?" Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy. Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to. He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real. "Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..." Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission. Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond Frost - Infirmary to Dorms Not able to help but overhear the conversation, Diamond raised her head, looking at neither Shiro nor Oswald in particular. "The rest of the team is over there, over there, and right here." she noted with a dry, humorless chuckle while nodding towards the beds occupied by Cobalt and Emerald. She shot Oswald a 'Get some damn rest' look when he took a dose of the painkillers and yet intended to keep on blabbering and, worse, moving around. Deciding to answer something before he could hurt himeslf even further more than necessary, her gaze shifted to the tiger faunus. "I'm not sure we're even at the liberty to say." she started, thinking of the way to formulate her thoughts for a while before continuing, "But, suffice to say, we've got set up. Two times now, do I hear three? I did not imagine I would spend most of my time here fighting in human schemes. I thought that maybe the hunters, people who throw themselves on the biggest threat we seem to know would have a speck of decency." "But you know what? They're the same filth and garbage as the rest of us. We don't need the Grimm, we'll destroy ourselves just fine, the monsters are a symptom, not the cause. The negativity, the darkness? It's in us." she summarized her thoughts on their mission. And she should know. Just then one of the doctors walked past the room and peered in. "Miss Frost? I believe I agreed to let you go on the condition you go rest and recover. Do I need to arrange for another bed here?" he said to her in a scolding tone and Diamond nodded in defeat. "I'll drop by in the morning, but scroll me if you need anything at any time. Board games. Books." She looked at the direction of the infirmary'S kitchen, "Real food." She smiled and nodded a goodbye to them, slowly shuffling to their very empty room.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Emerald let out a small giggle. "Sorry, I know it probably wasn't funny for you but...picturing Sapphire panicking and biting you looked really comical in my head." Despite her injured appearance Emerald seemed to be in a better mood, at least for the moment. Talking with a familiar, friendly face made her feel less afraid and safe. "So...anything happening around the school since you got back? I'd look around myself but...I'm stuck here."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary With Shiro gone, Oswald's mind began to wander towards figuring out a way to spend his time while he was bedridden. Even he couldn't spend all his time moping about the current state of affairs. His mental faculties were too dulled by the pain medication to think in-depth about how he could improve his equipment, as well. This was truly a pickle. A bored Oswald was not a pleasant Oswald, and this weekend was already shaping up to be wildly unpleasant. What could he do to relieve his boredom? Shiro had utterly killed his desire to speak with the Faunus boy, and Emerald was already busy talking with him. He wasn't looking forward to discussing what happened with anybody, but he didn't particularly know anybody he could talk to who wouldn't ask about the mission. Except Diamond. Dammit, and she'd just left, too. I'm bored. Entertain me. That should suffice. Hopefully.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond's scroll rang on the shelf it has been deposited at, making her sigh in the tub she poured herself. shaking one arm somewhat dry she reached out for it and read Oswald's message. Rolling her eyes she opened the messenger and started typing furiously: `Shaving my legs. Entertain yourself for a couple more minutes.` She almost tossed the scroll back out to the shelf, but she just didn't have the energy left to even be angry at this point, so she typed some more. `You know just because I'm not stuck in the infirmary as well doesn't mean I'm any less tired or wounded.` Frowning, she considered turning the machine off so she could just finish cleaning up and go to sleep, but eventually tapped the send key.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Infirmary Send pics! She'd be able to tell he was joking, right? Was it worth the risk? After a few moments, Oswald decided it wasn't. He hadn't sent the message yet, thankfully, so he quickly backspaced and fixed the message. Literally coughed up some blood a few minutes ago, Diamond. Figured we could both use a distraction. I'm not a complete monster, ya know? He couldn't blame her for being angry. He still barely had any idea of what she'd gone through, having been unconscious since he launched that flare, save for a few touch-and-go moments where he swam in ans out of consciousness. Considering the fact that Emerald hadn't been turned into mincemeat, however, Oswald wasn't sure she'd had the luck he and Cobalt had. Still, that didn't mean he had to be a bastard about it all.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond really expected something along the lines of 'pics or didn't happen', but was not about to complain. Still, it was a missed opportunity to send Oswald a picture of her hand flipping him off. She felt cheated somehow. `Yeah, well, at least that one will heal. What I could use is a two pound rare steak. Raw red meat right on the bone. Followed by a bottle of something rather strong and at least ten hours of uninterrupted sleep.` The mental image almost made her drool. When was the last meal they had, before they left on the mission? `Great, now you made me aware of how hungry I actually am. I will think of you and your IV drip as I go stuff my face ;-P` Sending the message with a spiteful smirk, Diamond wondered whether it would be sleep or hunger that would win in the end.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - K_SS Dorm "Much better, thank you. Oh, and don't worry about it, the Beacon Nurses were giving me the impression that I was the dead walking when I came back last night." Sepia responded to Yue's query. As she spied Skyra returning from the bathroom with blood running down her face, she added, "We keep getting busted up around here, don't we?" Speaking of girls being unsightly..."Where did my leggings go? I could have sworn I left them folded on the end of my bed." Deciding to prioritize food over getting dressed, she didn't look long, instead pulling on a bathrobe for the time being. With a small yawn, she sat down in her usual habit of tucking her left ankle under rear on one of the stools Yue had brought with her. Now that she was settled in, she could think about what to do over the weekend (aside from homework, yuck). There was parents' day, too. "I wonder if -no, when- Mom and Dad come, if they'll choose to come as themselves. I guess I can only wait and see. Whatever they have in mind, I'm sure it'll work out." "So, friends, have any fun plans?" She glanced around at the other three girls, an energetic tone in her voice.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe @PyroDash888@SevenStormStyle@Eklispe@Lugubrious Krysanthe couldn't help tuting at Skyra, though it seemed Yue was once again ready with first aid equipment for some reason and she quickly fixed Skyra up and Krysanthe decided not to comment on it. Well since that was taken care of Krysanthe reached for her scroll just as it vibrated and checked it: Abel had responded, seemed his teammates probably didn't want to go. Well Krysanthe's team probably were about the same. Seemed they could both grab a meal before heading out. --- To: Able From: Krysanthe Subject: Hang Out Sounds good, I'm getting food too, see ya there! --- Krysanthe proceeded to then grab some yogurt, bacon, toast, OJ, hash browns, pretty much everything actually, and took a seat at the impressively cart-into-table-plus-chairs magic that had happened. "Thank you for the food Yue!" Krysanthe thanked her before starting to dig in. After a sizeable portion of it vanished in a remarkably short period of time Krysanthe answered Sepia's question, "I plan on going for a hike through the Emerald Forest with Able. Oh by the way Yue, not to sound ungrateful or rude or anything, but why are you here?" Krysanthe didn't mind a full breakfast and Yue helping out Sepia and Skyra but she was curious as to why she'd shown up. She had a half-formed theory in the back of her mind somewhere but figured she'd just ask.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn @Eklispe@Ryonara Skyra had to stifle a laugh. "Pretty girl." She broke out into laughter. "You're calling me a pretty girl? Unsightly? I'm always like that!" With her left hand she pulled the PJ shirt over her head revealing her chest, covered from top to bottom with scars, burn marks and other third party blemishes. "And that's just my chest." In wake of the slight awkwardness of having her, honestly almost teen-sized, chest out in the open, Skyra made her way to her wardrobe and simply put on a sports bra, or it looked like that, since it didn't have that much to support anyway. "Now, food!" Her mood had significantly improved now and she simply sat down and nommed on things at random. "No plans whatsoever here. Gonna be bored around the room, I think. Sounds like a plan, no?" While chewing on a toast bread, she looked at Yue and mumbled a "Shanksh for sha foodsh!"</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Infirmary "Oh, shush, you." Diamond waved her arm to Cobalt. She set the bag on one of the tables and started unpacking. The smell only intensified, filling the room. It made her hungry for it herself. Wheeling the table over to Cobalt she set one of the paper boxes on a tray in front of him. "I've got a thickburger - double ground beef, egg, couple slices of cheese, roasted bacon and vegies with half a pound of fries." she said, leaving him to open the box and bask in the glory of her culinary arts. Continuing on to Oswald she fished out a sealed bowl and gave it to him: "And some seafood stew, along with some garlic bread to bite. To expand an inlander's horizons despite his stubborn insisting on one kind of meal, so to speak." she said with a wink, dropping some utensils on the tray. Finally she moved to Emerald, the displeasure at her leaving the bad apparent on her face, along with worry. "I have extra order of both of those to pick form and cookies and chocolate milk for everyone, but only after they eat their fill of actual food... And let the docs do their job without adding more work for them." the redhead said with a smirk. Diamond was about to say something, but a knock on the doorframe interrupted her. "Miss Frost, how convenient. I was just about to call you down here to check you arm, meet me in the room opposite." he pointed over his shoulder.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Write@Suku@Sho Minazuki Luke Schwarz "That's good..." I did all but force her to tell me if anything was wrong from the cruise onward, so if she wasn't doing all that well, I'd figure I'd know about it by now. She knew that if I didn't and found out later she wouldn't hear the end of it. The extents of my nosiness were unrivaled within our circle of friends. My scroll buzzed in my pocket, prompting me to check-- I looked up, and Bianca looked up from hers. She smiled. Bianca, I'm right here. Not off in the distance. I frowned. Shouldn't the script here be different? This calls for cheek, I have enough little sisters to understand how these things work. You giggle and smirk at me and I sigh and snark at you. That was how this went. ...Well, maybe things were just different with teammates... The door opened, and a tall white-haired woman strode in. Normally, even though she was an undeniably attractive older woman, I wouldn't stare-- But, as her addressing me by name suggested, this wasn't a normal situation. I maintained my eye contact by wearing as flat and level an expression as possible, like a bad knock-off of Gratia. And on the inside... ...H-Hello? Yes, Stella-- Estelle Nuit? While I'd count myself lucky that your self-introduction reiterated everything I needed to know about you, why didn't that stop me from panicking and trying to figure out where I had seen you before? It was getting crowded in here, you know? Just up and tossing the ball into my court-- You really don't mess around, do you? Then on the defensive and safe playstyle I'll go. "I'm doing about as well as I can, Ma'am. Yourself?" --- "That should be everything, but if you want to demonstrate it in action we won't turn it down, right sis?" Knuckles cracked and storm-colored eyes shifted around, searching for a lead on where the armory was. "Breathe, sis." --- My scroll buzzed again. It wasn't Bianca or the group this time... Puzzled, I looked down. "Ah." I needed to thank Dawn more for having some actual concern for my well being, unlike the sister she was ratting out. When in the face of imminent danger, a calm demeanor is a must. I flipped it shut. "Yeah, I should be free once we're finished up here. Sounds good."</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Sho Minazuki@HereComesTheSnow@Write Gratia Mindaro - Campus Grounds Is he legitimately retarded? The quiet buzzing of her Beacon-provided Scroll, however, distracted Gratia from voicing her thoughts to the brain-addled moron(s?) standing before her. Pulling out the device from a pocket, she dispassionately brought open the messaging application with a tap of a pale finger, flicking through to the newest message. As expected, it was from Nuit; nobody else would have made use of a group chat to contact her. Reading over the text, she decided that she would provide a response later. There was business she needed to address with the Faunus in person. Right now she needed to meet up with her parents. They must have arrived by now. "Galla, take this, she said, handing over a notebook and a pen to her younger sister. "Record any correlation between emotional state and hair motion." Galla, true to form, did not question the directive, merely nodding in the affirmative. With that, the elder Mindaro immediately handed a folded map (with annotations) to the more excitable-looking of Luke's sisters before walking off. As much as she wanted to make sense of his shitty hair (which appeared to, for a reason only the Lord could have fucking known, run in the family), finding her parents was a greater priority. They were likely following the directions given on the map she had sent, and if she knew them as well as she thought they did ... They were probably already heading towards the dorm. And being exposed to Vega Venetia. --- Mindaro Mondays "Then I hope you can continue to be a good leader for her," said Severa, beaming at Vega. "She doesn't have a strong tendency for making friends, so please stay by her side for us."</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Firing Range Talking to cats Gren watched with pride as the two girls proceeded to demolish the targets he set out for them. He was glad that his crafts has served them well, and part of him wished to take the both of them out to hunt some real Grimm. However doing so would take up some time and likely cause them to miss out on most of Parent's Day, which wouldn't be good for them. Gren knew his mother would certainly be cross if she missed out on her son at school. After Emerald took out her share of targets Gren was about to set up another round when her mother arrived. The cat faunas tossed her weapons towards Gren, who fortunately caught them and safely put them down. Emerald's mom was hot. No doubt about that. She still had that cat's cuteness, but aged up to milf levels. Made Gren kind shy yet at the same time also made him approach Emerald and her mother, bashfully introducing himself. "Ah, hello. Name's Gren Orchid. Sorry for getting your daughter distracted with explosions, I couldn't help but see her in action. Didn't mean to make her injuries any worse." Gren wasn't sure why he was apologizing considering that he wasn't even aware she had been hurt this entire time, but better to save face in front of Emerald's mother. He also took note that Diamond was here, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was Emerald's partner. To her Gren was much more casual. "Hey Diamond. What's shaking?" @Abillioncats@Pyrodash888</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Range If she wasn't so much on edge, Diamond might have found the interactions between Ivy and Emerald too cute to live. As it stood though, she was stuck somewhere between raging at Cobalt for not covering his tracks and his past getting up to him, raging against Oswald for just leaving her to do tell this to Emerald alone, being unhealthily jealous of Emerald right now just because she had a family, and being angry with herself for being such a lowly shit as to envy her happiness. She snickered at Emerald getting all flustered after being called by her pet name: "Hey, we already call you that, what's the harm?" She grinned. A second later, she could add Gren standing entirely too close and being far too familiar to her list of rage inducing things. "Ms. Frost." She shot him a deathly gaze, "What's shaking? I am. So much I need to hit something. Volunteers?" she smiled sickly at the boar faunus, before walking past brushing hardly against his shoulder and heading to take a stand at the range, intent on obliterating a couple of training dummies before she actually hit an innocent bystander. She would let Emerald have a moment with her mother before telling her the bad news.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Anywhaere and nowhere The poor training dummy was rapidly approaching its expiration date under the barrage of fury Diamond vented on it. They were finally starting to move somewhere with the whole team thing. Granted, the move was to identify why they were not a team thing, but she thought she saw some progress, at least compared to earlier. And now this. Roaring in anger she grabbed a telekinetic hold and yanked at the dummy strongly enough to tear it out of its housing and send it flying somewhere in Gren's general direction. Pure coincidence, oooooof course. This sucks on ice. First Marcus, then Aurelius, now Cobalt. Who are they going to give us now, some rich trouser stain that will have yet another idea on how to do things and not being used to others telling them to shove it? That would maKE MY DAY!!! She shout-thought as another dummy ceased to exist, turned into a pincushion of icicles, sand spilling on the floor. Still not even breaking a sweat, Diamond suddenly wished there were some ethereal robots and/or infernal woman after her with a vengeance. A struggle for dear life would at least take her mind off of things! Then there is this parents day garbage. Rub some salt into the wounds, life, why don't you? she fumed inside, I can't even get half a dozen cats because Emerald would be either insulted or all over them. The thought of a per canary or something mouse like was a little amusing though. Rrrip. Another sandbag was exploded when Diamond caught a telekinetic hold of its opposing ends and yanked at them. Oh, and there is some douchebag ogling my teammate's mom. Call Marcus and the tank I wanna blow some shit up! She thought desperately The remaining dummy was obliterated as Diamond encased it in ice, the weight pulling down the entire mechanism holding it. Then she stopped, looking at the floor. She could swear her shadow was shimmering and grinning at her. Stop. She told herself. Find something else to do with that pent up energy other than fighting or you'll kill someone. Pacing from wall to wall she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Go make some friends. There might even be some volunteers for a beating if you'll lucky. She thought with a smirk, looking towards Emerald just as her mother was done with her. Diamond decided the bad news could wait. There was probably no more than other orphans prowling the halls right now, but hey, misery loved company. Diamond slipped by the others, looking for a victim.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Datura - Splitting Off Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times? Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby." "Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock. She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body. So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her. At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once. She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here. So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur. She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost <duplicate, ignore></s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Gemba walk Diamond didn't even have to go that far before finding something that piqued her interest. Or rather, someone. The anger she was full of a moment ago was shoved in a box and shelved somewhere in her mental warehouse almost immediately. It would be handy later. For now, her attention turned to the object of her interest. Ok, Dee. You just had a major meltdown, but try to be polite. she warned herself. Slowing down and halting, Diamond leaned against the wall and looked the woman over, being blatantly obvious about it. "Can't say I would mind if you did!" Tick. Tock. Damn it what did I just say! She mentally slapped herself, Look at that rack though, I can't be blamed! … Entirely. Diamond pointed her eyes into the eyes of the other woman, deciding to see where this goes. "Didn't see you around here yet. Are you a new transfer?" She inquired after a second.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Sinatra Gratia Mindaro - Practice Having already made her way to the beginning of the obstacle course before Jericho had even revealed himself to be the class demonstrator, Gratia Mindaro was tying her long hair back into a ponytail, a black hair-tie hanging loosely from her mouth as she gathered her flowing locks into position. For the purposes of her current class, the Mistralese girl had eschewed both her signature coat and the dark, pressed uniform of Haven Academy for a simple, black and viridian exercise tracksuit: an outfit far more suited to the intensive physical activity required in Practice. If some obstacle course could even be considered 'physically intensive'. Only the shittiest excuse for a Hunter would treat it as anything more than a mere facsimile of the struggles that plagued the rest of one's hunting career. It was not a matter of life and death. There was no sense of danger, no eager expectation for the moment where the slightest of stumbles would bring an end to everything they lived for. Even with an Atlesian agent having somehow fucking managed to take command of the course (not that she was particularly surprised; Vale was always willing to open its arsecheeks wide for a pounding from whatever 'innovative' new sexbot Atlas had manufactured in the past week), she had absolutely zero expectation in the obstacles' ability to come even close to killing her. Not that she would have even given them the chance. What huntress would she be if something like an obstacle course could fuck her over? That was something exclusive to drooling retards, and fortunately for her, she was the scion of parents who weren't so incompetent to slam an infant's skull into a wall. Gratia Mindaro was a Hunter. Her prey was not some junkheap of scrap metal. It was wealth. It was fame. It was power. It was the Grimm. And the prize for their eradication - Her mother hugged her tightly. - was their happiness. She breathed in quietly, loosely stretching out her legs. Onyx eyes locked onto the track before her, scanning the course with cold, clinical efficiency. Practice was warm-up. A way to keep her reflexes sharp until the next mission. And she would complete it with nary an issue. Her ponytail was held in place. She wasn't going to waste any more fucking time. Gratia Mindaro started running. Let's see what bullshit you've pulled out of your arse, Piper.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) @NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Kaithas Shuai Taidan - Senior Aura Control "Ah, the freshies have the obstacle course today." Taidan glanced out the window at the courtyard, elbow resting against the sill and propping up his chin. The dark-haired student seemed to be in a contemplative mood, purple eyes wistfully watching the younger Hunters attempt the obstacle course. It was a somewhat nostalgic sight, a memory of a time when his year could just run around trying to beat each other in speed rather than think in-depth about the mechanics of controlling one's Aura. It was super interesting, yeah, but all the metaphysical implications around the malleability of his very being was kinda a lot more complex than just playing around. He thought it was definitely some snazzy stuff, but ah, the simplicity of youth was something he missed. So what if he was only maybe three years older? That totally meant he was a geezer compared to all the young, innocent minds that were adjusting to the Beacon Academy lifestyle! Age wasn't supposed to be a number, it was a mindset! Which, on second thought, actually sounded more to be the actual thing than he thought. Nobody knew how old Goodwitch or Ozpin were, right? The latter had been bossing everybody around for a while, but he didn't actually look like he was somebody's grandpa. Besides that wacky white hair, Ozpin was kinda youthful-looking, wasn't he? How old was the guy supposed to be? Maybe he could ask. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. It was probably rude of him to hit up the boss for his age, wasn't it? A second of extra consideration cemented that view in his mind, and the resident pyromaniac prettboy extraordinaire nodded, immediately switching focus back to the class he was in. Aura Control! The advanced manipulation of one's soul. It was a really snazzy thing, and one he had to admit was strange and beyond his understanding at times. There was just so much food for thought: like, just how did it work? How could he change the bits and pieces that could make up himself just with belief? Was his Aura really his soul in the first place? What did his soul really mean? Where was Shuai Taidan inside the concept of the soul? Would extensive use of aura have any effects on his personality - on his very being? Hm, maybe that could be the topic of his final year thesis.</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Skipping class "Hey." Diamond waved to Oswald as he was leaving class, herself leaning against the wall opposite the exit, a frown on her face. Instead of PE, she's been stuck at the infirmary, getting her arm poked and prodded. She originally went there when it started feeling like ants were crawling under her unfeelign skin. She didn't have much hope, but she could nto fathom why it took the good doctor thirty minutes to figure out it was just a phantom. And what could have possibly bene in my eye that needed to be shone on by a fucking searchlight? I can still see a black dot in that eye! "Finally a class where yee lot didn't leave me alone to rot. Do you need a piggyback to the next class?" She smirked with a challenging tilt of a head. since her schedule was reshuffled again as teachers and parts of herself came and went, Diamond had no idea what this particular class' teacher would be like, but hey, it could not possibly be any worse than Vanhomrigh... Riiiiight?</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy@Ayazi Silver Applegate - Airship Docks "I see you two work for the fashion police. Take me away, officers..." He said jokingly lifting his hands as if to get cuffed.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime@Ayazi Airship Docks-Beryl Harken There was a jangle of metal and a sudden explosion of fog. When it faded a pair of shiny new, Altesian handcuffs sat upon the proffered wrists. Beryl twirling away with a grin on her face and all but strutted towards the campus. "Come vile criminal! We're going shopping!"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Silvan Haven@Ayazi Gratia Mindaro - Airship Docks If Gratia was in any way surprised by her teammate's possession of handcuffs, none of it showed on her unchanging, flat expression. In any case, it had been a shitty joke. As much of a stain on her eyesight and good taste his clothing choices were, she would more preferably find him an outfit that didn't look like a tapeworm after it had been ripped straight out of somebody's clogged bowels. "We'll take my car," she said, following after her teammate. "Leave your luggage at the dorm and we'll head straight for the stores." It would reduce the time she would have to spend looking at his clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy@Ayazi Silver Applegate - Airship Docks The sudden appearance of handcuffs around Silver's hands was shocking enough for him to scream, but so fitting he couldn't muster the strength to do it. "At least let me drop off my things..." He resigned himself to his fate. "And I guess I'll take off my parka while I'm at it."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime@Ayazi Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken Half an hour later they were spilling out of Gratia's armed and armored SUV (the Gatling gun was safely hidden inside the vehicle) and making their way inside one of Vale's many shopping malls. The travesty that was the parka had been left behind and Beryl's handcuffs had vanished back to wherever it was she kept them. The moneybag Vega had been hauled out of bed and was now accompanying the group, leading the way in singing several songs on the way down from Beacon. "All right!" Beryl called out with a clap of her hands as they entered the building. "I have no idea how to shop. Gratia, lead the way!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom "'Sup," they said in unison. Hana watched the two boys greet her, with Sarina similarly greeting her. She stared at them, waiting for something more. But. But... Is that seriously it?! "'Sup?" Argh, the nerve of these...!! For a moment, she pouted, frustrated with how happily carefree they were. Her first impression of her team hadn't been a particularly positive one, but they were still her team members. They probably became seniors because they were capable as Huntsmen, not because they lived solely to goof off. Had she been a freshman, she'd have instantly judged them for not being good Huntsmen, but there were probably things she did not know that they knew. Also, she needed to calm herself as much as possible before she could reach her breaking point. She was going to be the leader of this... this straightforward bunch of fellow senior classmates. It was either getting used to it all within a year, or leaving just because she couldn't get along with a few people. And, well... ...admittedly, they seemed more approachable than her previous team. Her pout remained still for about a second before she glanced away, a small blush filling her cheeks. The nerve of these guys... Hana thought. Pulling her head up, she turned back to her team. "I-It's nothing," she mumbled in response to their simple words. "Er, actually!- What are you all up to now? I've been thinking about heading to the dorm, unless there's something else in your minds. I may be new, but I figure that as your leader, I should understand what you guys do on a daily basis. And don't think about tricking me!" She kept her gaze on her team members, slightly lowering her caution. She still kept her arms crossed though, and her pout had only slightly softened. @HereComesTheSnow@Ayazi</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson @Crimmy@Ayazi The steel-haired and steel-armed bruiser smirked wryly, folding the latter and glancing aside with the former. "See, that's like me telling you 'don't think about elephants'." His reply was bone-dry in a cordial, teasing way. "You're gonna start thinking about elephants, Boss."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - This is actually a thing?! The reaction was not exactly what Diamond expected, but it was informative in its own stead. Apparently, at least one person in the world thought or knew this could be done, which sent a whole lot more of fright down her back than whatever wrath of the teacher or the other students may try to bring upon her for this, because apparently this fell into the 'bad things' bag. No, what scared the soul out of her was having half a shovel of dust fused to her nerves and somebody using it against her with as much as a thought. Quickly composing herself, she just nodded to the teacher and went to her seat, being none too worried about the glares sent her way. She waited out the rest of the class taking notes on what was being discussed, before the rest of the students were dismissed. This at least ought to be interesting. she thought as she waited where this would go. "Why did you do it?" As far as detention went, she imagined it could have been a lot worse. "To see if it could be done?" she answered. Duh? "And just form the fact that you think or know it can, I'm not going to sleep well for a few weeks, because well, in that case I'm right f*d, aren't I?" she said, making her eyes glow for a second for the emphasis. "Because in all the books and articles I read, and I did my research before having this stuff dumped into my system, nowhere is this mentioned. Unlike the most basic safety regs which say not to give unlabeled mixtures to people not educated in handling the stuff who have not been made aware of the risks, mind you. Which leaves me with two ways to think about this - Judging by the lack of hunters and military men exploding around everywhere when chasing bad guys, either there is some inherent mechanism in all of this that prevents foreign activation and Schwarz was never in any real danger in the first place, or you know something the rest of the world doesn't, and I'd very much like to know how to defend myself against this." she said, her voice a fit of a frightened shiver. It didn't take much thought to see which one was more likely, but then again, up until recently, Diamond didn't think People could be turned into Grimm, and that happened.</s>
<\|description\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Real: Skadi Türkis Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Nationality: Atlesian Color: #6ecff6 Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond Voice actor: Shirley Manson Themes: Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated Appearance: Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat. The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale. The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell. She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest. Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast. History: During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes. Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept. In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again. After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age. Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention. Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities. A year later, she made it into Beacon. Personality: In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation. She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards. Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people. Skills: * Combat + Hand-to-hand: Average + Short blades: Expert + Long blades and polearms: Proficient + Firearms: Lacking + Dust: Beginner, talented * Common + Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence + Lockpicking: Expert + Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances + Pickpocketing: Proficient + Cooking: Wizard + Drinking: Practice makes perfect Powers: * Inborn + Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door. * Acquired + Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages. + Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance. Relationships: * Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time." * Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things." * Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends." * Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits." * Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations." * Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey." * Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent." * Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though." * Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was." Trivia: * Diamond is left handed. * She is afraid of deep waters. * A quitting smoker. * She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.</s> <\|message\|>Orrin "Obi" Braith Orrin Hack A Shack @Driving Park@NaraK@Kaithas --- "AHAHA!" Orrin clapped a hand down hard on Iona's shoulder, his laughter obnoxiously loud. "Yes! We will be like ninjas!" He stepped back and took a moment to survey his team. All of them looked competent, even the newcomer he hadn't yet met. Confidence swelled in his chest. In his mind, success was already a guarantee, unquestionable. He readjusted the massive shield on his back, and stood up a little straighter. He listened as Blaine explained why he would not be a good candidate to hold the drives. Orrin's hand shot up, almost involuntarily. "Ooh! Iona! Pick me!" He struck his chest with a closed fist. "I know how to use computers!"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Felicia @Slime@Silvan Haven Civil War The basket of goodies was completely empty. Not that this surprised Andrew, he knew how much budding huntsmen and huntresses could eat. Andrew focused on piloting as the kids talked and asked their questions. "I couldn't tell you what the Mayor's reasons are for sure. But Gratia is probably right on the money. Gallia has always been fairly self-reliant, I imagine the fact that they had to ask for help at all probably bugs Gideon more than he'll admit." Andrew waited a moment before continuing, Beryl's questions weren't something he wanted to answer carelessly. Giving these students the wrong idea of the situation could be disastrous after all. "There's been unrest for sometime, it wasn't until this rebel group started organizing that things became violent as they are now. They've been stirring up the majority of the trouble. They don't like how Gideon runs things and they want a change in leadership, apparently by force." The airship adjusted course a bit. "As for the Mayor himself, well I can't say we see eye to eye on uh...most things, he runs a very tight ship, very no nonsense kind of guy. I haven't seen any evidence of him doing anything unethical though, and as long as that remains the case we will assist him."</s>	<\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond – Incompatible opinions "Trust? That went out the window fourteen years ago." Diamond said, wanting to go with a snarky snort, but in the end, she sounded beaten and sour about it. "I don't expect any and give little, never implicitly anyway. If I did, I'd have ended up dead or on a whorehouse or something like that a long time ago." Then she looked up in the teacher's eyes. "Trust? Among hunters? Few days ago, I saw a huntress turned grimm worshipper gut one of the number of people I can count on the fingers of one crippled hand that I actually care about, and could, perhaps, after some time working together, 'trust'. If someone who trained to protect people from the Grimm and was allowed to pass can fall into.. into… wanting to be one with them?! Then who can you trust?" She complained, frustrated and still a bit distressed by the memory. On one hand they are trying to feed her this teamwork, gettogether propaganda, on the other they sent her into 100% situations thus far where she got stabbed in the back. Bullshit detected! "Rewind again, a week ago, we were set up by a racist maniac and almost buried all evidence of his atrocities, believing he was sending us to relieve the area of grimm. From what I've seen this far, this job requires you to look over your shoulder, read between the lines, observe every detail and question everything than working for the mob." She smiled inside when it came to detention. Free classes. As if she ever left for anything but a drink, something she could do without. Girl, you have no life! Perhaps no smuggling drinks into the dorm for a while. "I'll be there. And you're welcome to pick my head any day, but first I'll want to know whom you're allowed to tell how much of what I tell you." She said, not wanting to go into any details before she knew the shrink won't tell on her. Better get kicked out and take a chance with the dirty money than jailed, and the rest of the faculty need to be none the wiser.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni's knees wobbled a little as he looked over the large crowd in the auditorium of the prestigious school of Beacon. He could feel the butterflies in his belly as the names of the Forever Falls teams we're read off. Why this was so nerve racking for him, he had no idea, but he would have to do his best to ignore it. Geni payed close attention as the names of the other teams were read of and show to them on the screen above. Unfortunately, he had no idea who most of the other students were, Geni had not really taken the time to talk to many of the students that had walked off the airship with him when he first got here. But he did not worry to much about it, he would have plenty of opportunities to converse with the other students, especially the ladies. Geni was surprised about the amount of beautiful women attending this school, and not only that, they would be sharing dorms, better yet they would be in the same room. Geni had been excited about this, at least until he realized he only had one girl on his team, and the rest was just a sausage fest. Geni snapped to attention when he heard Ozpin apologize about a Team Catapult, or Kaput. Apparently they were brutal about something and ended up in trouble. Geni had not idea how a rookie team was able to survive against a senior team and still come back with no casualties. There team seemed like a team to reckoned with, and they were the perfect team to annoy the hell out of. Geni would have to find out were there dorm room was so he could begun operations. Geni then stiffled a laugh when he heard there team name."Jormungandr." There team name was a snake? Although Geni was not sure he was translating correctly or was just wrong, it was still funny to him. After another team was introduced and welcomed, the best team was finally up, Geni's team. Although he was not so sure about his teammates, he liked there team. They were the odd ones out, the cool kids so to speak, at least that's what Geni thought. Geni puffed up with pride once he heard of his teams heroics being announced, they managed to steal the King of Diamonds from and flaming Salamanders nest, and came back with out a single casualty. That was defiantly a sign of awesomeness, and if it was not, them he did not know what was, and Geni hand to admit it was worth stealing something with such a cool name, King of Diamonds. Then Geni's praise stopped when he heard there team name, "Gilgamesh." "What a name." Geni mumbled to himself sadly. He was defiantly not expecting such a name for such an awesome team. He would not stand for such a thing, he would strive to change this teams name and give them a better, one deserving of such an awesome team. Geni's tail flicked around aggravatedly as he listened to Ozpin's words and permission for dismissal. Geni quickly turned to his his teammates and looked at each one of them in the eyes. " I will not stand for this!" "I vote that we should get out team name changed." He said in his best stern politician voice.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Now that she stood at the podium, Diamond was having trouble believing she actually passed. Technically this was her first time ever purposefully fighting a grimm, one of that size no less. Even though it did make her laugh like a madwoman as she helped butcher it. The fact that it was a giant plant might have had something to do with the fact that she remained without a scratch, although she was certain some overtaxed muscles were going to hurt tomorrow. Combine that with her past, and she could see why one might not accept her. She didn't exactly try to make friends either... ____________________________________________________________ Earlier... She was standing outside in the gardens, hoping for some peace and quiet before the life of a student claimed her. She had to snicker at herself. Diamond Frost, the wannabe huntress in training. If you told her that two years ago she'd have laughed at you and dragged you to a loony bin. She was facing a flower patch, one hand supporting her on her black cane and getting a drag from the smoke in the other. All in all, a nice day… "You? Freeze!" she heard an immature voice behind her. Oh for the love of… WHAT! Diamond thought as she turned around, cane ready. "Can I help you?" she asked, the words polite but the tone clearly far from it. In front of her was a girly clad in red and black, looking more lost than intimidating. She eyeballed her for a second too long for Diamond's comfort before she composed herself. "Uhhh, ahhh… I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Aren't you related?" the kid said, waving a scroll in front of her with a picture on it. "Yeah! to him and to every other guy in a hat and white coat." Diamond said with a cold voice. "What can I say, Red, he has a great taste, but no, sorry, never met him, not even in prison." she smiled as she saw the girl flinch at the nickname and then at the mention of prison, she she liked to call Juvy. "Ooook… do you know by a chance where-" At this point Diamond yawned, the sound blocking what Red over there was saying, "-is?" Diamond smiled and pointed to a random exit she didn't know where it led. Red beamed her a smile and a thanks and turned to leave. Gods, the kids were so gullible! "Hey Red!" She called behind her, making her stop and turn around to face her again. She took a drag and breathed a puff of smoke right into her face: "I have no idea what's that way. A piece of advice for life: When you grow up, stay away from girls like me." she said, tipped her hat and left the area, her interest in the person lost. ____________________________________________________________ Looking left and right, she took in her team. Working with someone was a whole new thing. So far she always worked alone, whether it was pickpocketing on the streets, stealing a piece of art from an apartment or just generally trying to stay alive in Juvy. She shuddered as some less than pleasant memories popped to her mind, quickly banished by a shake of the head. That wasn't to say she had a problem with it. She didn't mind, possibly even enjoyed it. Not that she would let anyone know just yet. While the headmaster claimed the irony was not lost on him, it was on her. Didn't it actually make sense to put a guy used to observing the battlefield and multitasking in charge? That and he had a fucking TANK. One doesn't argue with a caliber larger than their own fist. She didn't quite get what Mr. Goldstein intended to do if he was picked for a fight in one of the combat classes - save for demolishing a wall to get that infernal machine indoors - but in the worst case scenario and if the teachers allowed, She just might fight his fights. After all, that was exactly what she did during the initiation when some of the smaller grimm housed in the Datura got too close. She'd call that plan F. Getting off of the stage, she completely lost interest in the ceremony. All she wanted to do was to get out of the room so she could go out light a smoke, take a bath and fall aslee... Yeaaaaaaah. The thought of sharing a room with three guys was scary, but sharing a bathroom with them was downright horrifying. Well then again, it was most likely better than Juvy. Sighing, she turned to the rest of them: "Well gents, now what?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Wow, leader. Who woulda thought?" Robert said to himself out loud, playing with the idea in his head. "Well now that I think about it, we did talk about it back at the airships. Being the first to finish does give you a lot of time to talk about stuff." Robert stopped daydreaming to notice that the auditorium was starting to get empty pretty quickly. He looked down into his hand to see a piece of paper with instructions on how to get to their team's room. One of the faculty must have given it to him when he had been staring off into nothing like a goof. "Alright team! To our room!" he shouted, pointing and then making his way to the nearest exit. As he walked to the room, he would occasionally check behind him to make sure he didn't lose track of anyone. That would be a pretty bad mistake to make right after becoming the official leader of team RPDG. As they traversed the hallways of Beacon, Robert turned and began walking backwards, occasionally looking forwards again to make sure he didn't bump into anything or get them lost. He did this so that he could face his teammates while speaking to them. "So what should our first order of business be when we get to our room?" he asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren really tried to concentrate on the speech in front of her. But, she couldn't. She was hungry, but she knew she wasn't. It was the kind of hunger a drug addict had, and as much as that addict might try to deny the cravings, they would not go away until sated. And, in this room of so many people, she was going mental. So many people, but she couldn't touch a single one, or they would know. She didn't want anyone to know. Knowing is bad. She heard her name spoken by Ozpin, and the team name of 'Gilgamesh' which was a pretty awesome name. Not that it mattered to her. The fire in her veins wouldn't quit it because of a fancy name. There was only one thing that could quench that fire, and it was not something good, or easily obtained. As she was going though her problems, one of her team mates suggested that they change the name, because of some stupid human reason. Irritated, Mokuren stepped forwards until she was level with his ear, and then spoke. "Shut up, or I'll kill you" She whispered, barely stopping herself from carrying out her threat and then relieving her urge. She would keep it under wraps now, if only for now. This man, with his stupid, pathetic complaint deserved no sympathy from Mokuren, even if he was going to be a team mate from now on.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla was actually relieved that they finally got out of that situation that happened back there in the forest with those creatures. And they were the first one to reunite so that was good too. As they arrived into the auditorium, the professor was speaking about who was going to be the leader of the team. Basically all four of them were going to be in the team for the rest of their Beacon lives. That sounded not to bad actually, she got a good bond with them. They were basically like the fantastic four, as Robert said. That's right, Robert. He was going to be the leader of the team! He actually deserves to be the leader because he is a leader and he acts like on as well. Also he was a big ole nerdy guy like Reed from the Fantastic four, so that was interesting. Priscilla smiled at her team, as they walked to their room. "Well.. we could always..go explore the academy or something?" That was a thought but she actually just wanted to lay down and relax a little, but of course.. the boys probably wouldn't want that. So she decided to do anything they wanted to do. "Eh. Anything you guys want to do. I'll be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Day Dalton Daniel smirked as his name was called. It was only natural that he would pass the initiation. Admittedly it was not what he had expected, but it was exciting, and it actually forced him to work in a team. Admittedly, his teammates came in handy, but he didn't really like being in a team. Oh well, four years wouldn't be too long. His team leader, Robert if he remembered correctly, suddenly decided that they should go to their room. Daniel was about to use his usual, "Who made you boss?" line when he realized how stupid that sounded right now. He glanced at the other teams, then followed Robert to their room. It was smaller than he expected. "OK, let's establish whose beds are whose," Daniel said. "We certainly don't want to mix up our beds and find people sleeping in the wrong beds, now would we? Although... finding a girl sleeping in your bed might not be a bad thing, eh?" He gave a little nudge to Priscilla, then laughed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni raised an eyebrow as the beautiful fox faunas turn towards him and whispered into his ear a death threat. Even though he had received many death threats in his life time, he had never felt the way he did when he heard this one. Geni was immediately attracted to the woman, although the woman probably despised him, he would find a way to get on her good side. Geni had kind off hoped that she would be the kind type but this would work out, they would need the badass chick to complete the groups awesomeness. But Geni had to wonder why she was so mean, all he wanted was a cool team name that would complement the true nature of the team itself. Unfortunately someone did not like that idea and decided to convey that dislike through the form of a death threat. Although the woman had established her own opinion on the matter, still had 2 more voters left. Unfortunately, he knew that this was not a democracy and it was probably not up to him, but it was a good conversation starter. "Look lady, we're not gonna get all gladiatorial on each other. Not gonna happen. But I would love to get to know you more. Kuren right?" He said with a grin on his face. Geni was not sure if that was the girl's name, it was kinda hard to catch the name of your teammate when your fighting for your life, and that same teammate decides the threaten you.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson smiled as he followed Robert to their new room, Greyson was a little disappointed that he couldn't be leader but it was probably for the best anyways if anything Greyson would make battle plans for the team instead. Right now Greyson just wanted to lay down and relax knowing they would be starting the real school stuff soon so Greyson wanted to just relax for a few moments before going off to do whatever they decided on. For once it was a good thing that Greyson wasn't the only high strong person they had in their team compared to Daniel. "first order of business should be personalizing our spaces so that we know who's bed belongs to who." Greyson said smiling since they all had their own beds and small area they should start decorating accordingly ask they wouldn't get confused as to who sleeps where. Greyson was glad he had a team like this and could rely on them like their battle with the giant bull with a huge attitude</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren's eyes blazed as her team mate was quickly devolving into 'most recent fix'. He said they where not going to go at it gladiatorial style, and even got her name wrong. She herself wasn't listening to Ozpin and so didn't know her target's name, but there was quite a good reason for that. This human on the other hand didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, except his brain. That thing was clearly damaged if he thought to complain at something as minute and meaningless as a team name. He was even grinning. If Mokuren tried to grin right now, she'd terrify any onlooker that cared to onlook. It grated her nerves, and those where already under a lot of strain. She gripped the sword at her side tightly for a few seconds, before letting it go and swishing her tail erratically. "No, we aren't going at it gladiatorial style. That would imply you have a fair chance, and as such would be stupid. But if you do want to know more about me, then maybe you can get a better set of priorities. The name of our team is fleeting and has no grasp on the mortal realm. And I really don't see what problem you have with Gilgamesh anyway. He sounds like an interesting person" Mokuren replied, trying not to bare her teeth at him. In such a situation, the sharp, carnivorous fangs probably wouldn't be taken the right way. "And if you wish for my name, then you should have listened to the professor"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert took note of Priscilla's request to explore the campus, and was about to ask Greyson and Daniel when he realized that they had arrived at their room. He turned back around, used one of the keys that had been folded into the instructions to open the door, and then handed the remaining three to Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel. It was then that Greyson and Daniel answered Robert's question. It was also then that Robert suddenly changed his care-free mood, to one easily described as 'hidden anger.' While both of their suggestions sounded reasonable, it was Daniel's second comment that had the effect on Robert's mood. It wasn't just the fact that Robert had feelings for Priscilla, that was bad enough. It was the fact that Daniel had said that last part in such a... perverted way. That was what suddenly pissed Robert off, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at him. "Alright everyone, just pick your bed then," he said. He purposefully waited for Priscilla to choose he bed before quickly choosing the one he felt was closest to hers. No way was he letting Daniel get near her, now. For a moment he wondered if he might have been overreacting though, but the idea was quickly dismissed. Once everyone had picked their beds, Robert stood back up and spoke. "So, you guys want to organize the room and stuff. Right?" he said, pointing to Greyson and Daniel. "And you want to go exploring the campus," he now said this while pointing at Priscilla. He then looked down at the foot of his bed where he would have temporarily left his belongings, if he had any. "Well, I'm all unpacked... and I'm not too big on decorating, so if you want to go exploring, I'm all ready to go," he said to Priscilla. He then moved towards the exit, stopped, turned, and leaned against the wall next to it. "You guys wanna come?" he asked politely.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly As Marcus headed over to the bed on the far left of the room, Oswald followed, falling back onto the bed next to his leader's and sighing blissfully. "Well, boss, I'm an easy enough guy to deal with, I think. A roof over my head is just about enough to keep me happy. Stay outta my bags, don't get us killed and treat people like people, and we'll get along famously." Stretching his arms out and wincing when his wrist didn't cooperate, he groaned. "Damned wrist. I'm lucky I'm right-handed. At least I can get along with that much." Looking over to the bathroom door, he screwed up his face. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last." Thinking back on a few of the camps he'd made in the past, Oswald wanted to laugh. This was living in the lap of luxury compared to home. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he remembered a few of the people he'd left behind. He wondered whether he'd see any of them again.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Aurellius kept fairly silent as his lamentations went over everyone's heads. He hadn't been antagonizing them or anything, hell, he didn't want to be a fancy little leader in the slightest. All that he had been trying to convey was his playful display of sarcasm. Not that they had noticed in the slightest. Hell, he would've even offered the girl a smoke since her stocks were down. Of course, he wasn't much of a smoker himself. They were a bit too lowly for him. People would have thought him a common thug if they saw him smoking a bland cigarette. The sighs were inaudible as the Aurellius followed his crew down the halls of Beacon Academy, finally coming across their room with a neat little surprise waiting for them. Miss Diamond with all the ironic glamour that entailed. Seriously, who names their child 'Diamond'? It infuriated him slightly as the others claimed their beds, leaving him stuck between Miss Diamond and the meat shield. He snorted slightly as Marcus complained about his injury, making a mock jerking gesture to Oswald on the other side of Marcus. "Not sure I like the look that girl gave us when she went in. Almost like she half expected us to do it. Maybe even wanted it, a little, just so she could have an excuse to make trouble. Whatever, let her have her shower. I'll go last," the man said, eliciting another snicker of amusement from Aurellius as he sat down on his own bed. "You know, I could always take one for the team and take up her offer. Gods know that you prudes wouldn't." He stood up, right hand over his heart as he sniffled. "For the Glory of Team Moderation, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Salads good. Healthy food is good," Robert replied to Priscilla. Not knowing what else to say, he took a few more bites of his food. He continued eating until he realized just how silent they had become. In order to keep an awkward silence from occurring, Robert racked his brain for new topics to move on to. "So, what do you think about Greyson and Daniel?" he asked. While thinking though he hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing with his hands, which were continuously dunking his cookie in his milk carton. Eventually, the continuous dunking caused the cookie to crumble and drop into the milk carton, sending milk everywhere. "Um, oops? Sorry for any milk I got on you," he apologized.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla giggled, nodding her head. "Yup! I do love the healthy food, eventhough your food looks really good..." she said laughing again silently and stabbing her salad with a fork, taking a bunch of it with the fork and then she ate. "Mmm. This is good, you should taste it if you want?" Priscilla smiled at him and looked at her glass of water, opening the cap and taking a sip of it. Now this was a wonderful moment, eating with Robert but she was getting a bit full too. Yes full out of salad. "Greyson and Daniel? Mmm. I think they are both great members for our team. Greyson was the first one I saw, so I am so glad that he got to be in the team with us. He is nice and sweet, haha. Daniel is nice too but he can be a little umm.. you know. Especially how he spoke earlier on about the bed situtation..." she told him, while putting the cap back on the water bottle. She felt a bit of milk drop on her left hand but she wiped it away quickly looking up at Robert and laughing as she blushed from embarrassment. "Haha. That's okay, Robbie. No worries. But I do want some of that cookie!~" Priscilla winked at him, grabbing a napkin and cleaning out the milk that spurted everywhere in the table that they sat down. Even some milk that was on Robert's shirt, it was noticeable but she managed to clean it up with a napkin. "Alrighty. So, what do you think of them?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson "Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it. "Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back. Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Marcus's comment about sentry duty and showers made Oswald chuckle a bit. "You got that right, boss. Can't tell you how many guys got a shiner for peeping back at home." He wondered how often they'd actually be outside of the school grounds: he couldn't imagine the Academy letting first-year students with little to no actual combat experience out very often. Yes, there had been the test, but considering the number of injuries the students had suffered against their enemies, he doubted there would be frequent excursions any time soon. It seemed they were being advised to wake up early for breakfast. Oswald figured about six in the morning would be good. Once their other teammate was showered, he'd follow and then go to sleep. Not much left to do this day, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Infirmary ==> Dorm Gren took the sedative from Sapphire tentatively. Sapphire had measure the dose accurately as far as she could tell so it should have no adverse effects on Shiro. Sapphire watched both of the boys jump from the window chasing after Shiro, a job she should be doing. It was not so much that the job was getting done without her, that didn't bother her as much as the fact that she was incapable of performing the job in her current condition. She needed to be fast, her current condition did not allow that for that in the slightest. Sapphire began to pace, or more accurately limp up and down the infirmary wing. Her ankle was slightly swollen but there appeared to be no extreme damage, Sapphire guessed it would be gone in two maybe three days but for her that wasn't soon enough. She felt like a bird whose wings had been clipped. She was stranded unable to do anything. After what felt like hours though in reality was likely only about five minutes Sapphire had had enough. As long as she didn't perform any extreme tasks she would be back in fighting form in about two weeks. While that wasn't soon enough for Sapphire it still meant that she didn't need to be in the infirmary anymore. Sapphire walked back to the supply cupboard at the far end of the room and after liberating ample supplies she used them to bandage up her arm. She had accidentally torn a significant hole in her arm when she'd pulled out her IV tube. It too would heal in two or three days but it led directly to a vein and if left unattended could cause her to bleed out over a number of hours. Sapphire bandaged it and placed the remaining supplies back in the cupboard. She was just about to leave when on a whim she returned taking three doses of the same sedative she'd given to Gren with her. If Shiro had another episode it would be best to have some on hand. Sapphire returned to her hospital bed and set about dressing herself in her combat clothing. She disrobed from the horrible hospital gear, making sure her semblance was active first that way no one would be able to walk in on her. Then she pulled on a pair of black leggings and a pleated black skirt over top that fell to just before her knees. She donned a dark blue tank top and draped a knee length black trench coat over her arm. On a night like this it didn't seem the time for it. Sapphire considered putting on her combat boots before deciding that her ankle wouldn't be able to take that kind of strain. For the moment she would continue to wear the hospital slippers. Unfortunately her gloves appeared to have been damaged beyond repair in the tunnels or else they would be here. Lastly Sapphire tied a green banana with white embroidery around her neck. It didn't quite fit with the rest of her color scheme but even so Sapphire almost never took it off. She tied the laces of her combat boots together and tossed them over her arm along with her coat. She was good to go. Lastly she took her main weapons, a little something special her father had had made personally for her with a setting for every occasion and she placed them in holsters on her back. Moving slower than was strictly comfortable for her so as not to aggravate her ankle Sapphire walked out of the infirmary. When she got out of the building she took in a long draft of fresh air. For some reason air in hospitals always smelled stale. Sapphire assumed it has something to do with the disinfectants. There was a map of Beacon pre-downloaded onto her scroll and Sapphire was glad to see that someone had been kind enough to have the dormitories for team Swansong marked on it. Sapphire liked there team name. It might sound delicate but it reminded Sapphire of a song her mother used to sing and every warrior knew the things that looked the most harmless were often the most deadly. Just after Sapphire had entered the building were the dorms were located she got a call on her scroll. It was Abel reporting that Shiro had been found and they were going to bring him to the dorms. He said he'd see her tomorrow. Sapphire almost laughed at that but instead gave a sort of non committal response to let him know the message had been heard. If he was under the impression that she was going to spend another night in the infirmary he was in for a big surprise. Sapphire made it to the dorms and pushed the door open to there's. It was a fairly spacious room with two bunk beds, and a large window. The room was not nearly as nice as the one she'd slept in back home but then again her father wasn't at Beacon so Sapphire decided this was preferable. Sapphire chose the bottom bunk next to the window and across from the door. This way she had the best access to both exits. If she had been in better health she might have rearranged some of the furniture to make the exits more accessible to her current location but that would have to wait for a time when she could put all of her body weight on both feet. All there bags had been delivered too the room. Sapphire contented herself with unpacking. She dragged her single suitcase over to her bed and opened it. First she dug through it until she found a small empty duffle bag. The duffle bag she packed with one spare set of clothing, an emergency medical kit, some cash, and a fake ID she'd procured with her father's connections. The last item she slid into the lining of the bag so that if anyone went through her stuff they wouldn't find it easily. This was what she called an emergency bag, in essence any time she needed to she could take this one bag and leave, leave everything behind. Run as far as she needed to. Sapphire did not expect to have to use it at Beacon Academy but it was comforting knowing that it was an option available to her. She placed the bag at the foot of her bed and pushed it just slightly under. Then she set her suitcase at the foot of bed in front of it and before returning to her bed took a battered violin case from her suit case as well as a book. The book she set on her bed and the violin case she opened. The instrument inside was beautiful. Made of high grade oaken wood and polished to a shine Sapphire had never seen a prettier instrument. Of course her opinion could have something to do with that fact that it was her instrument but it didn't matter one way or another. Sapphire took the violin out of its case, set it against her chin and took up the bow. She used it to draw one long wailing note from the strings just to make sure it was still working after its trip and it was in tune. Satisfied Sapphire replaced it in its case and slid the case under her bed, no need for her teammates to see it. She then took up the book she'd retrieved from her suitcase and lay down slowly on her bed. Any minute her teammates would be here.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert quickly went back to the lunch line and grabbed a few different types of food, hoping that a variety to choose from would satisfy Greyson and Daniel. Then, while still balancing both lunch trays, he gestured to Priscilla towards the exit and said, "Let's go get this to the guys." While walking back to their team's room, Robert began to think on the day's events. He had joined a great team, met the pretty Priscilla, fought a horrible Grimm, and then became leader of that aforementioned team. All in all a good day. Then again, it wasn't that easy. There were the Rapier Wasps, the minor sunburn, and the several injuries sustained from fighting the Sitting Bulls and... what did Ozpin call it? A Minos Bull? Nah, Edgar was much easier to remember, and more fun to say. "Edgar. Ha!" Robert actually blurted out without noticing. "What a funny name for a Grimm."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was. Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick." After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?" When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.</s> <\|message\|>Ineko Irandi "Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day." Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense. Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class. "Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time. Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless. Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today." As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Amaranth "Amy" Desire IC: Amaranth stopped fidgeting with her collar, shook both of their hands and smiled slightly. "A 'welcome' is the kindest term for it. They called us up there, said that we suck, and then said 'good luck with proving us wrong'." She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Well, to be fair, the headmaster seemed okay enough with us. Good#####, on the other hand..." Her hand fell to her side, clenching into a fist before relaxing. "We're going to prove her and her stupid exams wrong. We're going to prove that a bunch of washouts can and will be the best students this place has ever produced." She stripped her hat off, letting her hair and her feathers out. "And to that extent, gonna have to be honest with each other. I'm a Faunus and I have a past I'd rather forget. Sangue, you're creepy, Ben, your hair is annoying, and Trad... You need to shave. Think that covers it."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd "Amy, you're distracting. Don't think that covers it." Bastion's team leader shot back, his tone and the grin crossing his face were the easiest indicators that he was joking. He idly ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful for a moment. In fairness, he hadn't combed it that morning. ... Nor did he usually. Then he shrugged, letting out quiet laugh. "And I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to talk to a team leader." "But I like your attitude. Ignore the mop on my head and we'll be fine. Can't speak for Trad, though, dude totally looks mean." Another chuckle, this time directed jokingly at the other teenager. 'Good#####', he had to admit, that was clever. Probably grounds for some very severe detentions if heard, but clever. It was going to be an interesting ride.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. "Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying." The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. "The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will ever be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl or the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment."Ah, but Sappy, you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) "Ummm. Well okay." Trad was completely taken back, Amy went from nervous to completely open and critical. Well, an attempt at criticism. Did she really try getting at him for his stubble? There's only so much a man can control about his hair! Before he could say anything, Ben returned fire and eased the situation. "Hey!" Trad spoke harshly silencing the two, "I am not mean, just a little rugged." His tone changed to that of an pouting child. As soon as he spoke, Trad couldn't help but chuckle. He had a feeling this team of "washouts" was going to get along just fine.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria Sapphire smiled at Ivan's attempt to defend his sorry excuse for a sparring match. He'd been essentially useless in the ring. Only two of his shots had actually done any real damaged compared to the twenty or so he'd fired. The only reason Merlin hadn't won was because Ivan had realized he couldn't score vitory and decided to take his opponent with him essentially committing suicide. It was both desperate and foolish and not really effective if you wanted to live to fight a second time. "Funny I thought a miscalculation of his abilities with dust was what put his aura in the red but don't worry about it dear, as long as you tried your best that's all anyone can really expect from you. And by the way the fact that you can't seem to see where you went wrong is the reason you'll never make it as a Hunter. You've gotta be able to learn from your mistakes and the fact that your arguing with me about how good you seem to think your utter failure was just proves that you are anything but adaptable." Sapphire flared with anger when Ivan called her Sapphy, no one called her that. Her sisters abbreviated her name to Saph and Sapphire didn't mind only because they were family. Rather than threaten him however Sapphire let the moment pass. If she made a big deal of the nickname she would never hear her real name from his mouth. The next thing he said almost made her laugh. "So you think it would have been more respectful if they'd not offered me the food they did to all of you? Well whatever, I lost my lunch to Fuzzball's landing so might as well take them up on there offer. Incidentally You're partner seems to have run off, says something about what he thinks of your attempt to defend is honor." Sapphire said with a condescending grin on her face before turning her back on Ivan and walking up to the table were most of her team was waiting. "You guys still got some extras or should I go pick something new up from the caf?" It had been pretty clear from last night that none of them got along particularly well with her so if they wanted to refuse her a seat at there table it wouldn't really matter to her.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla looked at Rayna as she rose an eyebrow but shrugged her head. She wasn't really in the mood to be talking to her because of what she did to her back on the arena when they were fighting. So all Priscilla did was a fake acting scene, nod her head and say thank you. But she wasn't really in the mood to be talking to Rayna. That was when Robert came in and decided to be protective, that was cute and sweet of him to do but she didn't really need the protection. Priscilla had her stuff under controlled. "It's okay, Robert... don't worry about it..and Greyson as well." she smiled at the both of them and stood up from her table, throwing away her food on the garbage which she really wasn't that hungry because clearly she lost her appetite. As she walked away from the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson As Robert stared angrily at Rayna, one of her teammates approached him from behind and said, "Please treat Captain Rayna with respect, sir." Robert immediately got defensive, replying back, "Me? I didn't do anything. She-" Suddenly, Greyson interrupted him, trying to defuse the situation by saying, "Robert it's not what you think. Yes, Rayna may sound mean, but she's not insulting Priscilla. If she was, I'd tell her to screw off and leave us alone before I would make her leave, but she's just giving Priscilla advice." Robert turned to Greyson, thinking on what he had said. Well, Robert only picked up some of the conversation, it was possible that he was in the wrong here. Priscilla finally spoke up and gave her own input. "It's okay, Robert... don't worry about it... and Greyson as well," she said. Then she got up from her seat and began to walk away. Robert stepped in the direction she went, but stopped when he remembered what had caused this whole awkward situation. He turned back to Rayna and Victor, looked down in shame, let out a sigh, then finally looked back up to them. "I'm sorry. I overreacted and snapped at you. Both of you. A leader should be more rational than that and think things through more," he said. He then looked back toward Greyson, giving him a nod of appreciation. "Now, if you'll all excuse me," he said before fast walking in the direction Priscilla had left. As soon as he saw Priscilla again, he shouted, "Hey Priscilla! Wait up, I wanted to say something!" Robert picked up his pace, while still trying to not spill his untouched lunch, and finally caught up to her. "Hey, I wanted to say...um, something... uhhh." His mind struggled to remember what it was that he wanted to say. "Umm... umm... think, think, think." He had to say something, he already had her attention. "Uh, do you wanna, like, go out sometime... together... just the two of us?" he finally said. Had that been what he originally wanted to say to her? He couldn't remember. But Robert was sure that if Priscilla said yes that this would be way better than what he was going to say originally.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad slowly raised his hand. He wasn't exactly itching to fight a Grimm, but wanted the class to know he was willing. He was confident whatever was in that cage could be killed with relative ease… Right? Unless this was a trick! The professor just stated how he didn't feel the students held resourcefulness and knowledge very high, what better way to show them their errors then by making an example of one? There could be a Grimm that none of them would be prepared for. Whoever went up would find themselves helpless to fight back and proving professor Port's point. "Stop! You're over thinking this." He finally shook away the doubting thoughts. Even if this was just a way to prove their lack of ability, wouldn't that just spark ones desire to improve more? No matter if he was picked or not, Trad felt he was ready for anything.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom When Sangue heard that the funny-looking professor of the class would tell everyone a story, she expected a decent story. And, to her ears, it was a decent story. For Sangue lived with little to no tolerance on listening to others' tales, regardless of how idle and passive they were. They were her form of entertainment by default. She glanced at Ben, then at Trad. Her two teammates seemed… excited to raise their hands. To imitate them, she attempted to raise her hand, only to hear the familiar sound of chains quietly clattering against each other. Sangue turned to her right arm, suddenly remembering that she had a metallic link of chains instead of flesh. Blinking with her blank expression still on, she turned away from the claw "arm" and proceeded to raise her other hand. She actually did not understand what was going on due to the fact that she finally dozed off when Professor Port daringly asked the students if they were willing to face a Grimm. Needless to say, she had no reason to fear about fighting anything without weapons, regardless of whether she knew what was going on or not. "…" Sangue remained silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Armory Class Ivan barely managed a grunt as Indigo asked his question, apparently wrapped in both self-pity and the cleaning of his absolutely massive handgun. Instead, he vaguely gestured to where he'd disconnected the actual weapon from the gauntlet. Surfacing momentarily as the professor came in, he lowered his voice and gave the answer. "Maintenance, mostly. My power is stressful on the barrel, and I have to check constantly for warping from the focused heat. It's rare, given the type of metal I used to create Leviathan, but I've seen it happen before." Seemingly satisfied with that explanation, Ivan leaned back and kicked his feet onto the table, pulling his oversized hat down over his eyes, half listening to the teacher drone on about what to expect from the classroom. As far as he was concerned, the class hadn't started yet, and everything before that was a motivational speech, if not wasted breath. Probably both at the same time. He snickered quietly to himself, leaning back on his chair before he barely caught the mention of 'White-' out of one of the several fanus present in the room. The gunslinger managed to turn his sudden snap to attention into a badly disguised yawn, awkwardly stretching his arms over his head and nearly knocking off his ridiculously large hat in his haste. There was only one well-known organization that could garner such a drastic reaction from the most ill-timed of all Freudian slips. The White Fang. He ground his teeth almost absently at the mere mention of the name. Horrible criminals who brought harm to the innocent and masked themselves like the dirty scum that roamed the lands outside of the kingdoms. This first day just kept getting better.With his badly created veil of disinterest all but obliterated, Ivan stood bolt upright and glared around the room at the rest of the students, preparing to give his introductory speech. Even with the annoyance, anger, and new-found suspicion that smoldered behind his intensely green eyes, Ivan's introduction was laced with his signature aggravating amounts of arrogance. He tossed out the syllables simply dripping with disdain, as if this were already something the common masses learned in their childhood schooling. "My name is Ivan Oakley. I'm a damn good shot and perfectly capable engineer when it comes to projectile based weapons of all sorts, specializing in large caliber guns." He tossed a glance at the Unsubtle. "Of the more, ah, mobile variety. My semblance allows them to hit harder than they should."</s> <\|message\|>Indigo Kafka Armory, Period 4 Indi listened as Ivan described what he was doing. Yeah, that made sense. Doing weird semblance stuff to your weapon was bound to mess it up, especially if your semblance dealt with force. With that satisfying, surprisingly non-douchey response, Indi focused on the professor. The professor had so much energy, charisma, and command. The speech was rousing and reassuring. He didn't know much about engineering, one simple textbook was all he had to work with when creating Cia and Lana. He wasn't a savant or anything, he just made a real nice blade and two decent guns, but to him that was enough. At least, it was before. Now, he wanted to work hard and make something even better. Dust, that was where he was lacking. Cia and Lana didn't do much with it, he didn't even really use dust bullets. But here, he'd make more use of it. He allowed some other people to introduce themselves first, he wasn't a complete attention seeker, just mostly one. Moreover, he wanted to here the really hot chick's intro. To do that, he surprisingly listened to all the others, trying real hard not to miss her. The lion dude, Geni, said his piece, letting slip that he had a stint with the White Fang. Whoops. Even mentioning the White Fang as a faunus was risky business. Indi, personally, was fine with them. People listened to violence, why shy away from it? Besides, Faunus have been getting stomped on for awhile, it was time for them to be treated as equals. Indi looked over at Ivan to see him get pissed more. Jeez, Indi thought he was a hothead but all Ivan ever did was get mad. At least he made stupid pervy jokes in between the blind rage. Wait, was he pissed at Geni for mentioning the White Fang? That was... stupid. What the hell was wrong with Geni? He said used to, even if you have a problem with the WF he left them, why-? Indi was shaken from his thoughts as Ivan got up to introduce himself. Whatever, he'd get pissed at Ivan later. Ivan introduced himself in his typical narcissistic way, so Indi decided to follow in his footsteps and introduce himself as well. "Hey, I'm Indi. I like to kill stuff, and I'd like to think I make a good blade, though I guess I'm gonna find out if I actually do. I'm pretty sure I do, though." He said, taking a glance back up at Saph and that intimidating girl while sitting back down.</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. Having since escaped from 'the incident' at the lunch table, Aurellius found himself slipping into classroom wearing a newly cleaned suit with all the fresh smells that came with. Splashing milk and chunks of soup didn't get along well at all. He didn't even have a chance to try some of the delectable meats, all because of some sort of heavy petting that also involved knives. With a sigh, he sat down next to the only person he recognized, of whom he was slowly growing used to. Aurellius nodded slightly, but kept silent as he ruffled his own collar, not quite satisfied with his results. In reality, he had simply tossed a coin to decide over between Armory class and this one, but in the end, tails had won its mark. He wasn't quite sure what the class was for, but 'Grimm Studies' is a bit more self explanatory than 'armory'. Of course, the man in charge of their class happened to be a prancing pony who spouted out bits of how they should all be chivalrous and blah, blah, blah. His interest only happened to be piqued as soon as the real lesson was revealed, a lesson of sharp teeth and claws. He was distracted for a few moments as he stared at the beast, some sort of lion mixed with a wolf, though the one in question happened only to be a young one. Ignoring the three other raised hands, he held his own up high, speaking with a hint of sarcasm as he waved his arm around, "Oh, sir, pick me, will you? Pleeeaase?"</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class. After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung Geni Hung - PE Geni nodded hello at the Red head that had walked in. She was looking... nice. Geni could not help but stare at the ladies as they walked into the gym one by one. They all were wearing tight fitted clothing that showed off more that enough for Geni. He had not realized that there were girls in a PE class, it was a thing that he was used to. Geni really did not mind, he liked the co-ed thing they had going on here. Geni waved at Sapphire and Amy also when they had walked in. They were socializing and "working out" while he was up in the bleachers simply staring and smiling. "Werido." He said to himself as he shook his head. Geni glanced at the student who had just strolled into the gym. He was styling a blue and grey jogging suit, it was not Geni's preferred colors but they were alright. Geni could no help but burst out in laughter at the boys comments on the girls attire. He agreed with the boy all the way, this was a kid Geni was already starting to like. Geni held his stomach to calm himself down, it was starting to hurt from all his laughter. "I, agree!" He said wiping a tear from his eye.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - Armory->PE Ivan had spent much of the rest of the class doing small-scale adjustments and cleaning out the fine Dust buildup along the barrel and cylinder of his weapon. Detention. That was... new. It would help work out differences via hard work. Always a bright side of things. He was lost in thought as the bell rang, the loud sound starling him into action. He quickly collected his things, bowed stiffly to the professor, and took off out the door back toward his locker. He made quick time at his jogging pace, overtaking a few of the more prepared students who didn't have to hurry to their next class. Ivan reached his locker with time to spare, quickly glancing around as he stuffed his weapons and over-clothes into the locker to make sure that he wasn't going to suddenly assault the eyes of anyone with his shirtless form. As much as his regular clothes served him well in battle, they weren't the most comfortable when he would doing his usual strenuous workout routine. Sweat was always an unpleasant side effect and he'd washed the shirt only a day prior. Instead, he pulled on a tight fitting, cream colored shirt, some darkly colored shorts, and a pair of expensive running shoes in an effort to expose enough skin to cool off as he exercised. After a simple once-over to confirm that no tags were hanging out or that he hadn't selected one of the shirts with bloodstains on it, Ivan jogged over to the PE area in time to catch Aurellius' comment about the multitude of women that had shown up for the class. The gunslinger opened his mouth to say something in response to the blonde fellow's statement, glanced at the assembled women for a moment, thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then promptly closed his mouth again. The last class had already been an experiment in tolerance, and he'd be damned if another fight broke out because some prick had issues with what he said. Instead, he made past the assembled figures to a place where he began his own stretching warm-up.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: PE "Careful, angry classmates are more worrying than Sitting Bulls or Wendigo cubs." Ben commented to Aurellius with a joking grin as he stepped into the room. In the back of his head, he had to admit that he didn't entirely disagree with the other student. He wasn't nearly suicidal enough to actually say it out loud, not with one of his own female teammates present. He'd hurried to PE as soon as the bell rang, just after passing off a second copy of the notes to Sangue and wishing both she and Trad luck in the next class. They'd actually split up, if he recalled their schedules correctly, so he and Amy were the only BAST members with a teammate in their class. For this period, at least. He didn't quite remember if it changed for the next class. BAST's leader had taken the time to change along the way, donning black exercise pants and a light weight gray t-shirt. It showed more of his physique than usual, but what did he expect? Anything light enough for PE was going to be a step down from his usual attire. Lawnslot and Artorius were tucked into the bag he'd been carrying earlier, just visible poking out from the top. He didn't really know of anywhere to properly stow them, yet, and he wasn't really inclined to simply leave them in a hallway locker. So in with his books and notes they went, carefully tucked into a locker in the boys' locker room. Out in the main area, he stretched slightly in place. Grimm Studies had been a fantastic warm-up, even if longer ago than he would have really liked, and it didn't take very long at all to get his muscles moving again. After a moment's thought, he crossed towards Amy and her new acquaintance, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, Amy. And hello, miss…?"</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad – Practice The bell sounded almost simultaneously as Diamond struck the Itzamna with a shadow bat. Trad was actually disappointed to hear it. Sitting and watching these fights was a great learning experience, but he was ready to put what he had learned to the test but it didn't look like that would happen today. With a quick look at his scroll, his enthusiasm returned. Practice, a place where he could improve on combat skills he was lacking. PE wasn't very necessary, years of carrying lumber to his parent's workshop had given Trad a rather large build, he probably could have wrestled some of those Grimm from earlier. While survival did peak his interest at first, he decided honing his skills would be a better use of his time. Giving Ben and Sangue a salute with two fingers he headed towards the practice field, Trad realized he was the first there. It made sense. Port brought the Grimm studies class outside so Trad had a head start, he wouldn't have been surprised if he beat the teacher here. Looking around at the obstacles, balance beams, and wall jumpers, Trad began having second thoughts about all this, he wasn't exactly limber. The target range gave him much needed relief. Trad knew how to load and fire a gun without much of a problem. He walked to the rack of rifles in from of the targets and began examining them.</s> <\|message\|>Greyson Ortega Greyson- survival Greyson sighed as the class finally ended knowing his next class would be survival which Greyson would take more seriously considering that this class could mean the difference of life and death out in the wild without communication to the outside. Greyson kept thinking about those horror movies and how if someone knew do to this and to tell the scared one to shut up and listen they would all live happily ever after. Greyson wasn't going to be ignorant when the times comes to put these skills to the test. Greyson walked into class and sat down and when he did he took out his notebook and pencil and got ready to write down whatever the professor decided to discuss...</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert exited from the Grimm Studies class, thinking on three questions he had. One, why didn't he get picked? Was it because the teacher didn't think him ready? Was it some other reason he couldn't think of? Robert was pretty sure he was the third person to raise his hand. So why wasn't he picked? Second, why was Greyson staring so much at Priscilla that the teacher had to call him out on it? Robert still hadn't put two and two together and continued onto his third thought. Finally, why was that one guy from team MODA go and basically butcher that Sitting Bull? Sure it was a Grimm, but everything about the battle seemed over-the-top brutal. Watching the Sitting Bull get stabbed repeatedly made Robert feel... uneasy. He was sure that if he seen it in a movie or something he would have greatly enjoyed it, thinking it awesome and cool. Seeing it in person, knowing it was real and not just CGI or a costume was different though. Robert physically shook his head as if doing so would some how make the image of the dying Sitting Bull leave his mind. He looked up to see Priscilla walking in the same direction of the Practice class, and couldn't help but feel excited that he got another class to spend with her. Robert thought back on why he had chosen the classes he did as he caught up to Priscilla. He had chosen Grimm Studies over Armory because he had figured that finding and exploiting a Grimm's weaknesses fit much more with his fighting style than blasting away indiscriminately. He didn't choose P.E. because he hated any exercise that didn't actually provide any benefit beyond just the basic benefits of exercise. So that left Practice and Survival, which he finally decided that having better combat skills would be better than knowing how to survive in the outdoors. Then, there was Language, Computer Science, or Music. This had been the easiest choice so far. Robert knew nothing more than the basics of computers and he knew far less about Music. So that left Language. Finally, there were the extra classes, which Robert wanted no part of. Six periods were enough for him. When Robert reached where the Practice class would be taught, he couldn't help but think that this would be a lot harder than he had initially thought. "Ah, this looks like fun," he said sarcastically. As he gave the area a second look though, noticing now the obstacle courses, firing range, etc., he decided to give the class a second chance. "Actually, this doesn't look half-bad."</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Physical Exertion "I shall be waiting, dying of suspense and loneliness until then!" Diamond said theatrically, blowing a kiss in Amy's direction to add a cherry on top. Honestly though, the thought that there would be someone, anyone, who would know of her past and not judge her for it was exhilarating. She was worried half the time what would happen if her past ever seen the light of day. Of course, if the police didn't find it in their investigation, chances were noone ever would, but still, the worry was there. Now alone, she looked around for a victim. Just because she liked the result of exercising didn't mean she wasn't bored to tears. Usually she listened to music or watched a movie while working out and she made a note to get headphones and one of those shoulder straps for her scroll to keep her occupied in future classes. Right now though, she headed straight for her teammate. "Guess who got herself a date?" she said with the most self satisfied expression on her face. She never signed up for PE to play games. In fact she liked the condition she was in, and that took effort to maintain. However she never was one to show all of her cards, nor an overachieving rectal alpinist. That's why even though she could and one look at her told that she could, she didn't go too far above the required fifty of each of the exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Ivan Oakley Ivan Oakley - PE "Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points? He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications. It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better. The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning. The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'. Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover. "Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions." She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued. "Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons." Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course. "Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times." Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson. --- Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start. Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable. Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt. Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students. Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him. His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren figured it wasn't going to be over so easily. Right after Sangue stabbed off the beast, it let out a death cry which the teacher said would alert other grimm to this location. No doubt that together they all could handle most grimm that come to them, but being over runned was till very much a possibility. If everyone fought alone they would die alone. Gren went back to retrieve The God Eater near his campfire. Looking around Gren knew they were sitting ducks. One grimm for each and it would be no problem. Two might complicate things. But entire hordes of Itzammas would just crush them all, not to mention what'd happen if Salamanders arrive. They needed a tactical position, not just being on the defensive. They needed high ground. Good thing they were in a forest. The more Gren thought the less time he would have to prepare. He had no authority to order everyone else around, but that didn't stop him from communicating with them. "I'm heading to the high ground. If you have a gun I'd suggest you do the same." Activating his semblance Gren zeroed in towards the largest tree he saw, which rose a good thirty feet into the air. He dashed towards the tree until he was close enough to jump onto it. And when he did he used his Friction Semblance to plant his feet on the side of the trunk, allowing him to effortlessly run up the side of the tree. Once he reached the highest spot with the best vantage point Gren switched The God Eater into it's Destroyer form. Soon Daniel cut down the first of the Itzammas. Then Mokuren finally showed up and killed one, the a faint scent of gore coming from her. Gren would have questioned it but right now was not the time to be concerned about that. And he already had an idea of what she did anyways so there was no point in questioning. Gren simply began to set up his position for the waves: he not only used his Semblance to stand on the side of the tree but he was also channeling his Friction through the tree to prevent other grimm from gaining a hold on the same tree he was on. The only ones getting to him were ones that could fly, jump high, or attack at range. And these were the ones that Gren were going to deal with first.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival Watching in awe as Gren single-handedly wrestled the youthful Ankou, Oswald nodded at the Boar Faunus. Once Sangue killed the monster, Oswald spoke to Gren. "Impressive, that was." Vorosky's warning came too late, and nobody was able to prevent the Ankou from summoning other Grimm to their location. Grunting, Oswald sheathed his sword yet again, this time replacing it with his shield as the Itzamna showed up in force. While the other students started eliminating the raptor-like monsters that had started to attack them, Oswald found himself outnumbered and surrounded. "Good." All three Itzamna moved at once, screeching angrily. Oswald moved between two of them, blocking the closest Grimm's claws with his shield and smashing at its arm as he moved to its side. While his simple feint didn't have the comical effect of making the Itzamna crash into each other, it had bought him a few moments, in which he took the initiative on the nearest Grimm. Tackling it with his shield in front of his body, Oswald raised the steel armament before savagely bashing it down onto the raptor. As he did, he heard a sickening crunching noise from the creature's broken skull. With a final screech, the first of his trio died. However, there was no time for celebration as Oswald was immediately pounced by one of the others, an oversized talon tearing into his cloak and stabbing into his brigandine before getting stuck. Standing, Oswald toppled the beast, whose claw was still stuck in his armor, before breaking its knee with his shield, followed by a second blow which severed the limb. Letting go of his shield, Oswald spun and drew his sword, taking a combat stance against the third Itzamna, which had grabbed his left arm in its jaws during the struggle, trying to pierce through the protective barrier his Aura was creating. Yanking his arm back, Oswald stabbed at the monster, which jumped back carefully. Screeching, it took a leap at Oswald, who countered it by simply stabbing his sword diagonally forward, impaling the Grimm through its ribcage. A weak swipe at his face was the raptor's final action as it dissipated into dust in front of the warrior, who took a deep breath and grimaced. "Sloppy. But about as much as I can manage with one arm." Carefully returning to the one-legged Itzamna, Oswald shook his head before putting the screeching creature out of its misery with a careful slash. Feeling the light weight on his back dissipate, Oswald reached up to his cloak and undid the clasp, draping it over his left arm. He could at least use it to blind one of his enemies in combat. Immediately after, he grabbed his shield and replaced it on his back, getting ready for the rest of the battle.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Physical Education Sapphire expected a lecture from the teacher. If she'd been stronger Agesander wouldn't even have known she was injured. She'd have to work on that. Her ankle was still throbbing as well but thankfully that was a much smaller injury and at this point all but healed by her aura. Sapphire understood the bird analogy well enough but what Agesander didn't mention was that the type of birds that condoned that type of behavior were birds of prey, warriors. They put the rest of the flock above there own injuries to ensure their survival even if it meant death. And besides the bird that slowed to heal was left behind. Sapphire watched as everyone else started in on the exercises that the Professor had asked of them. Victor with his robotic arm no doubt capable of hundreds of push ups and was displaying that fact openly. Ivan took off at breakneck speed around the track. Ultimately his velocity was unsustainable but clearly he wanted to make sure everyone else in the gym class knew that he was the man. Sapphire rolled her eyes unimpressed. It seemed to contradict his earlier remark about not going full out in Combat Class in order to keep his tactics a secret but then again she'd been pretty sure that he was just covering for his lack in combat experience. Sapphire picked her water bottle up off the ground where she'd left it and took a hefty swig which was more than a little uncomfortable as her abdominal muscles contracted when she swallowed causing her rib to twinge with pain. With her thirst quenched Sapphire screwed the cap back on her water bottle and looked at the Professor. "I take it your not going to let me participate in those exercises?" she asked him without much hope on her face.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice After being given his new time for completing the obstacle course, this time with a pass, Robert sprinted after the rest of the class. It took him a while to catch up, the only thing keeping him from getting completely lost being the directions that Ms. Vanhomrigh had sent to everyone's scrolls. "Ah, it looks like the ol' Fallson luck is comin' back," he said as he realized he had lost his way again, pulling out his scroll to see where he had made a wrong turn. When he finally did reach the range though, he arrived just in time to see everyone picking out ear and eye protection. Robert only picked up ear protection since his visor, which he was now taking out of his pocket and putting on, was already more than enough protection for his eyes. He didn't want to ask Ms. Vanhomrigh if it was alright for him to use his own eye protection though, just in case she said no for some reason. Robert couldn't imagine having to fire his bracers without the visor, it wasn't like the things were built with iron sights or anything.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Survival As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area. Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down. Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat. Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Survival Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod. Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom. Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders. Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her. ...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however. While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman, "Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible." The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Practice Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Aurellius Bellum. Bell-end. Goldie. Guy with a Big Gun. "I'll have a gander at it," Aurellius said as he stepped up to the plate, windmilling his right arm to stretch it. Even without his Semblance, he was feeling good. Exercise was just another daily thing for him, and the stuff thrown into PE was for pipsqueaks. He barely felt the burn through his arms and legs, and even then he paid it no mind. He was used to harder stuff. Even if he was tired, all he had to do was activate his Semblance and let the pain trickle away. Watching Diamond walk back, he grinned slightly and gave her a thumbs up. Their solution to the problem was pretty boring, but he had to congratulate her for finding another person to do the job with. Equal split of labor meant an easier time, too bad Agesander was being a bit of an ass. Aurellius stepped forward as Agesander clicked another button, the area reforming back to its previous state so participants couldn't just steal another student's way with no work. He rubbed his chin as he examined the area. Blocks of all sizes, grappling ropes scattered in random places. It would be pretty stupid to go through all the effort of stacking, so he improvised. Technically, there was no rules against what he was going to attempt as he bent forwards, picking up a small foot by foot cube. The medallion wasn't too high up. Shot-put was easy, too. All you needed was good form and even a modicum of strength turned into greater gains. The box itself was the problem. It obviously gave the finger to aerodynamics. He let out a deep breath as he got into position, activating his Semblance. Whatever the teacher didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and he needed the extra strength to make the shot more accurate. It was a damn good shot. Almost perfect as it soared through the air. His slightly pulled arms growled at him, but he paid them no mind as the box impacted with the rafters. The medallion clattered as it was ripped from its post, jingling as it impacted with the wall and fell back down to the earth with a final clang. Aurellius calmly strode over to the trinket, picking it up and grinning. "All you said was that I had to touch it, boss."</s> <\|message\|>Träd Oak (umlaut optional while typing) Trad Oak – Practice "Well, not exactly." Trad turned his gaze to the ground, he knew someone would ask that sooner or later. "Let's just say I wasn't technically accepted here until a few hours ago." He wasn't ashamed to admit his failure, but he rather not go around telling everyone about it. Besides, he was just getting to know this guys, he didn't even know his name. "Ah, there's time for stories later. Let's get to the range before we get our heads ripped off." Trad changed the subject mostly so they could get a move on, he dared not imagine what Vanhomrigh would do if they lagged behind. "My names Trad by the way." He held out his hand to the tank driver, but couldn't help but notice pain in his voice as he called out another student's time. "You alright? Didn't hurt yourself on the course did you? "</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert didn't really pay attention to Ms. Vanhomrigh's instructions on how to properly load a rifle. He knew how to load his own weapons and the teacher's aid had already said earlier that each student could use their own weapon. He did pick up bits and pieces of what she said though, one of which was the new instruction that the earlier instruction about using their own weapons was no longer applicable. Robert panicked a bit. He had to hope that using these rifles wasn't much different from using his own bracers. Of course they were. Robert chose a random rifle and fumbled with it at first. He'd seen so many movies where action stars would easily lift up heavier guns one-handed that he'd expected himself to be able to do the same. Now holding the gun with both hands instead, he carried it to the firing line. Robert took his stance, wishing he had paid more attention to the aid beforehand. Instead of being parallel with his chosen target, he had his left food forward and his right foot back. He completely missed the instruction of leaning forward and bending at the knees. At least his feet were at shoulder-width distance and his head was brought to the gun.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Having arrived at the firing range with the required protection, Sepia nervously picked up a rifle and magazine. As her weapon required good aim, she wasn't particularly worried about accuracy. What she was worried about was loading the stupid thing, especially after Ms. Vanhomrigh's rather emphatic words on the subject. Thankfully, the ammo went in without a hitch. Once on the firing line, Sepia assumed position with nearly perfect form and waited for further instruction. She was especially careful not to point the rifle anywhere near other students, having nearly blown a hole in her face in the past from careless firearm handling.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class As the students approached the firing line and readied themselves for the first string of fire, a vein in Esther's temple visibly throbbed. She couldn't help but feel more than a twinge of burning annoyance at Ms. Montgomery. Not only had she not done well at the obstacle course, but she apparently had issues paying attention to her instructions. To be honest, her decision to change her mind about them using their own weapons had been sudden and not necessarily planned. But, even still to have her words so easily ignored enraged her. Esther wanted to break the girl, but that wasn't her purpose here. Priscilla chose to remain in the class, so Esther would do everything in her power to guide and train her. Even if the girl had a rather vapid personality and troublesome first day. Still, she would work with her and give her a chance to correct herself. One chance. "Ms. Montgomery! The instructions were for you to use the stock rifles on the range! You'll be using your own weapon at a later time and date. Remove yourself from the firing line and select a stock rifle at the weapon rack. Don't worry, we'll wait on you." She barked her commands at Priscilla, the last sentence spoken with a sneer. Sarcasm oozing from her words. After waiting for Priscilla to swap out her weapon, Esther adjusted the brim of her cover and pulled out her Scroll yet again. Habitually checking the time, she looked up and down the firing line to ensure everyone was ready. Expanding her Scroll and accessing a special application that controlled the range, she began tapping on a few icons. As she did so, small square targets with a large black circle in the center popped up in front of each student 25 yards away. Slowly, the targets dropped down low to the ground. "Eyes and ears! Shooters! With a magazine of rounds, load! She waited to see that everyone loaded their weapons. "Make ready!" Again, she waited to allow the students to charge and rack back their weapons in order to chamber a round. "You may commence firing when your targets appear!" Tapping an icon on her tablet Scroll, the paper targets popped up within line of sight of each student. After a brief pause, the first shots rang out and thundered. She couldn't help but smile a little to herself, though it would unnoticed by anyone else. Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class On Ms. Van's command to load, Shiro tightly gripped the boxy-thing and slammed it into the rifle first go. With an extra tap on the magazine's bottom for good measure, he resumed his stance exactly how Ms. Van instructed. Stock deep in the pocket of his shoulder, rifle brought up to the side of his cheek. Peering through the sights, he focused on the front sight until only it was clear and everything else was blurred in the background. With the command to make ready, Shiro grabbed the charging handle and ripped it straight back to chamber a round. Getting as stable and as comfortable as he could, he tried his best to relax his body save for his hold on his weapon. He couldn't help but get a little excited though, evident by his tail flicking back and forth behind him. He loved guns and shooting them. As he maintained his focus on the front sight, the sclera of his eyes narrowed into a slit. Calming his breathing, he allowed the muzzle of the rifle to drift up and down slightly. Hold and grip firm on his weapon, he did a little butt wiggle to make sure his stance was positive. As his target popped up, his ears did the same and perked. Hearing Ms. Van's announcing the range was hot, Shiro's thumb swept the rifle's safety selector to 'Semi/Fire'. There was a brief pause and silence as no one had fired a shot yet. In his curiosity he half wanted to look around but decided against it. Being a young man of action, he decided he would be the first to break the silence. With the pad of his pointer finger, he slowly began to squeeze. Waiting until the moment the front sight settled in the center of the blurry black circle and for the moment of exhalation, he squeezed the trigger all the way through and fought the urge to flinch as the air cracked and boomed with the sound of his shot. For his following shot, he tried his best to maintain consistency between each shot, taking his time before the next. After 5 well-aimed shots, he ejected the magazine and let it drop to the ground. Grabbing the charging handle and racking it back a few times, he inspected its chamber to ensure it was cleared and swept the safety back on to 'Safe'. Lowering the muzzle of his weapon safely at the ground in front of him, he waited for further commands from Ms. Van. Heart pounding and breathing a little excitedly, he couldn't help but beam and smile. He wondered how his shot group looked. As he stood there waiting, his target slowly lowered closer to the ground to indicate he was complete with the first string of fire.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off. He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers. Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.</s>
<\|description\|>Robert Fallson Appearance: Symbol: Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Weight: 130 Ibs Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: He wears bracers that have a retractable 7-inch blade in the shape of an arrow. When retracted, the bracers shoot 10mm rounds. Each bracer holds 20 shots, with extra ammo in pouches on his belt. A visor he wears with its own Heads Up Display uses a pair of crosshairs to show where he is aiming his weapons, improving his accuracy. They were designed and created by his dad when he unsuccessfully applied to Beacon around the same age as Robert. They are the only physical objects remaining from his family's past. Specialty: Robert is best at fighting an opponent one on one, and because of this he relies heavily on teammates when in a large conflict with multiple enemies. It is also because of his helpful and team-player attitude that his teammates chose him to be the leader of his original team, RPGD, to his surprise. Semblance: Robert's semblance allows him to subliminally affect probability fields, causing improbable, but not impossible, "unlucky" events to occur to enemies within his line of sight. At the time, Robert has no idea that he even has a semblance, let alone has been using his semblance on himself for years to increase his already bad luck to near-immeasurable levels. Personality: Robert is an average geek with an interest in subjects like comics and ancient world history. Most groups of people would probably describe him as everyman due to him not having much in the way of impressive skills while others might see him more as a goofball thanks to his usual optimistic and joking attitude. When the going gets tough though, the red haired boy is a good person to have by your side as he will never give up or surrender, even when all may seem lost. Eight year old Robert sat in front of the television, playing with his toy cars and action figures. Behind him, Robert's dad sat in a reclining armchair, half reading the newspaper in his hands and half listening to the TV. "John, could you help Scarlet with her dinner," Robert's mother called from the kitchen. "Yes, Marian," Robert's dad answered, walking towards the small toddler that was Robert's sister. Robert looked up from his toys to see the news channel that was on show the words "Breaking News". The anchorwoman then read the new news, "A warning to all human families living in neighborhoods with large majorities of Faunuses, the organization known as the White Fang, previously known for its peaceful protests, has been attacking humans in the before-mentioned neighborhoods. This recent aggression is suspected to be a result from-" Robert's dad turned the TV off. "You don't need to listen to that garbage, son," he said. He then walked back to the dinner table where Scarlet was playing with her food. Robert went back to playing with his toys. Unbeknownst to the Fallson Family though, a small crowd gathered outside. Six Faunuses stood, looking at the happy family inside. "Burn it down," said the leader. The other five threw Molotov Cocktails at the two story house, the fire quickly spread throughout the bottom story and the roof. No one inside knew what was going on, all they knew was that the house had spontaneously burst into flames. Robert's mother screamed, Robert's sister cried, Robert's father yelled orders, and Robert continued sitting there confused, trying to understand what was going on. His father grabbed Scarlet, his mother grabbed a family photo album, and they both sprinted towards the staircase. As they reached it, his dad stopped and turned around, "Come on, Robert!" he cried. Outside, the leader of the attack turned and grabbed a baseball bat that was strapped to his back. It suddenly transformed into a grenade launcher, and one shot was fired. The single grenade incinerated the wall it struck, as well as the three humans standing next to it. In a flash, Robert's family was gone. A single, burning photo floated into Robert's lap. He stood there dumbstruck at what just happened. The creaking of the roof brought him back to reality though, as a large burning beam fell from the roof. He tried to dodge, but was too slow. It fell right on his back, pinning him to the ground and burning his flesh. He was able to quickly wiggle out from under it though, and jumped out of the hole in the wall that the grenade had made earlier. He laid on the lawn of his house, clutching the photograph from earlier. He saw the six Faunuses slowly approaching him, ready to finish the job. The sounds of sirens around the corner stopped them in their tracks though, and they escaped. Robert continued lying there, unable to move, sobbing. One of the officers picked him up and carried him to a patrol car. After sitting in the passenger seat for several hours, one of the firemen walked up and gave him the only other thing that survived the fire, his father's visor and bracers which were in the basement during the fire. Afterwards, the officers and firemen left Robert alone. Bad choice. He rose from the seat and walked off into the night, passing a street sign that read "Loxley St." Robert's eight year old mind thought of nothing but wanting to be alone. For the next several years, Robert would live on the streets. Stealing food and other necessities only when he had no other choice, and only from people who could still live without those necessities. Witnesses would often report to the police that the only thing they saw before their things were stolen was a figure with a green hoodie. Robert didn't go it alone for all those years though. He did make some friends at a restaurant named Fryer Tuck's Diner; namely Tuck, Alan, and Miller. If not for them, he might not have been able to go to Beacon as they were the ones who helped him acquire a GED as well as the application for Beacon. If not for their moral support and assistance, he would have probably never gotten off the streets and into the prestigious academy. Theme Song: Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son Based off of: Robin Hood Color: Rosso Corsa</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Convoy escort If one was to ask Diamond what she thought was wrong abut the situation, she wouldn't know where to begin. "This is just wrong!" she yelled to be heard over the roar of the engine. "Grimm attacks would have left debris and remains, the grimm usually litter the place with dismemberd bits. There's nothing! Lot of concealment in the grass but there's no cover and nowhere to run! And that Rice guy just looks and acts the part for this to be an inside job! To top it all off he even insists on going ahead istead of lettign the bloody tank take th epoint. I don't like this one bit, it smells of an ambush, and not a grimm one!" she shared her worries. Her paranoia got so high she kept checking around to see what was there to work with. Ideally nothing would happen, but that was wishful thinking. Worst case scenario, well... They only needed to escort two out of the three trucks, and she suppsoed setting the dust in one of those off, considering it was msotly to blast through an obstacle in a mine, would solve a lot of problems that would come in a swarm as the recording mentioned.</s> <\|message\|>Marcus R. H. Goldstein Marcus Goldstein - Convoy escort "I'll keep it in mind after I get enough time and resources for a proper overhaul. I have a design ready on paper, but that necessitates an entirely new hull. Prior to enrollment I was happy just getting her to run properly. The original Atlesian design was never meant to carry anything bigger than an eighty-eight mill so I had to overhaul the entire chassis to fit the current one-oh-five mill. This turret? Built completely from scratch, that's two years of work right there. Don't even get me started on the nightmare that was automating every single system so I could drive solo." Marcus replied to Diamond's comment about a cab. It was a good idea to bump it up the priority list though now that for once he had access to a proper workshop. The situation also helped him get a grip on his urge to swear. He still had no idea where that came from, but it happened whenever he mentally merged with the Unsubtle. "As for the mission, one second. Our representative should have the very latest intel for us." Marcus added and popped open the hatch. Just in case he pulled up his own findings on his scroll as well. Once out of Vale they were headed for the south-east, about where the Great Plains starts to run into the Canth Hills. As their guide informed them, the biggest concealment they could expect was tall grass and some old Quartz mesas. Ideal tank country: Anything that could get through the armor would be spotted from miles away. While in return he could vaporise said big things at his leisure. His grin faded and was replaced by a more thoughtful stare once he listened to the recovered radio message. The tidbit about eating hinted towards a Ratatosk swarm, but those could not hope to stop a convoy on that sort of terrain. On top of that came Diamond's concerns. She was right in that Grimm tended to leave marks. On top of that, the Grimm of the Great Plains had a tendency to roam about rather than stay in a given place. Vale kept a large number of different of roads open across the plains on purpose: With traffic not forced to go through any fixed place, it was an immediate catastrophe if the Grimm blocked any one route. As a consequence the beasts preferred to wander about in huge swarms, devouring whoever was unlucky enough to cross their path. It was when she accused Rice of treason that he looked up sharply, though he let her finish. "Do you have proof that Rice is not to be trusted?" he asked. To leave one's fellow man to the Grimm was one of the few crimes that still allowed for capital punishment in the field, one that even novice hunters could enact at their own discretion. Though it meant a shitton of paperwork for him as team leader. "As for the positioning, this was actually planned out. Oswald and Aurellius, you get to go and hitch a ride on the first truck with Rice, while Diamond and I are the rear guard. Oswald has local command up front. Once we're out of the city we'll go into the standard open convoy formation." he explained. That meant at least a good one hundred meters between each truck and finally his own Unsubtle. It prevented the vehicles from all being caught in one go once the ambush started. "Once the ambush happens the trucks that can will go around and keep moving while we engage. Oswald and Aurellius screen for Diamond and me. I provide long range cover while you Diamond get the most important task: There are two tow cables with grappling hooks on a quick-release latch on the rear of the tank. Hook those onto anything left of the ambushed trucks. Once I'm hooked up I tow it out of the ambush zone while we bail out as a group. Aurellius that includes you." he said this with a pointed stare. While Marcus was not creeped out by his bloodthirsty teammate, he could not let it get to Aurellius' head. "Remember, we are not sticking around to kill whatever it is that is doing this. Our priority is to get that town supplied first. Should anyone get separated and unable to get back to the main convoy, you get back to Vale, tell them what happened and get help. Questions and comments?" he outlined his plans. Meanwhile the truck drivers started their engines. Rice was in a hurry it would seem.</s>	<\|message\|>Robert Fallson Underground Casino - Antagonist In a rundown apartment building across from the supposed location of The Dragon's Den, Team RCJM's contact stands at the window, peering through binoculars at the shady building's entrance. When the Beacon students walks into the room, with it's peeling walls and barren floors, he does not move from his vantage point. "Hey. Take a seat on the couch," he says. The officer continues to stare at the building for another minute of silence, before finally moving away to brief the hunters. He stares at them with a confused expression before finally talking. "So you're who they sent, huh? Well, alright." The still unnamed officer moves to a rollaway whiteboard filled with pictures of seemingly random people and strange notes, all of which are stung together with red string and tape. "My name's Murphy, and I'll be the one relaying you instructions as you try to infiltrate The Dragon's Den," he said as he passed the teens four small earpieces. "Now, here's the plan. Each of you will be going in one at a time, because if this all goes South it'll be harder for them to find all of you if they don't think you're all involved. When you approach the bouncer, he'll ask 'Where'd you get that sword?' The password to get in is 'It was given to me by the Lady of the Lake.' Once you're in, try to mingle with the other guests for a while. If any guards are watching you, they'll soon lose interest when you blend in with everyone else. When you think you've lost their attention, head to the backroom where there'll be a staircase leading under the building. We suspect this to be where their offices are. We haven't gotten anyone that close yet, so as soon as you're all inside, or at least most of you, contact me for further instructions. I also suggest coming up with some fake identities in case people start asking you questions, but that's up to you. You can go whenever you're ready," Officer Murphy informed them. He then turned back to the window he had previously been watching from and resumed his surveillance.</s>