█HAIR ▬ White - long and thick, falling past her waist █CLOTHING ▬ Usual Battle Attire: Usually dressed in dark colors with the flair of white or purple or gold. Long, black boots, leather gloves, and always some sort of cloak that she used to use to hide her identity, now it's just habit. █ACCESSORIES ▬ While usually not flashy, she does enjoy shiny things and holds with her still a few family heirlooms that show their worth with their brilliance, including a locket, her mother's diamond wedding ring, and her fathers gold wedding band. She also wears a choker necklace used to hide the scar on her neck. █EYES ▬ Grey █BUILD ▬ Small in stature and slender, fit/strong, feminine/feline █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ The poor girl as multiple from her run ins with Eteria and the white crows. Most are hidden by clothing, other than a particularly nasty one she received from Jonathan across her neck. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ A brand in the form of the Lioncourt Crest just below her left collar bone. Two, fluffy white lion ears atop her head and a tail.
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Strength - While she may not look it initially, the little lion is extremely powerful. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ However, the true beauty of her faunus nature is in the deadly, powerful, and retractable claws she has, able to cut through flesh, fabric, and even softer solid objects such as leather or tree bark. █OTHER TALENTS Kenna's fighting style is very confrontational and predatory, especially when she feels like she's cornered: she is not afraid to pounce, tackle, or stoop to more animalistic ways of fighting. She will not hesitate to take the first move, feeling that hesitation is only another sign of weakness. Despite her aggressive nature, she could also be considered elegant. Extreme reflexes allow her to respond faster than the average person. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Stealth - Kenna is particularly good at sneaking by unnoticed when she wants too. █Weakest Skill ▬ While she isn't slowest of the mill, she could easily be outran. She is better suited too distance than speed alone. Her pride also often gets in the way of better judgement. She has a hard time asking for help, even when she needs it. She would much rather suffer alone in silence than admit she can't do something by herself. This often leads to her biting off more than she can chew. While very strong, she is quite small which makes her easier to restrain when it comes down to it. High-tempered, she will easily fall to taunts and jabs, causing her to abandon all caution and react without thinking. █Other Skills ▬ The girl has been through a lot in her life, this paired with her training in team MAKO, she can take more hits than the average person without succumbing to pain or injury. Even so, she has her limits, thus just allows her to take on more than some. Due to years of fighting odds that are stacked against her and fighting opponents much more trained than she, she has learned to read people and their fighting styles. This helps her to find the best strategy to approach an enemy and hopefully lead her to victory. She has great survival instincts, seeing as she survived on her own for years.
█LIKES █ ▬ Lazing about and lounging in the sun... If she isn't lounging, she's training. █ ▬ There are but a handful of people that have actually managed to wriggle their way into her heart, but she admires strength. █ ▬ Meat - on the rarer side usually █ ▬ Trees - To rest under when the sun is too hot █ ▬ Other cats █DISLIKES █ ▬ Everyone? Especially the Lioncourts... most of them anyway █ ▬ Lettuce - It's so bland █ ▬ Water - While she can swim, she avoids it at all costs █ ▬ Anything canine █ ▬ Eteria: The Lioncourts, The White Crows █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ While she hasn't always been this way, Kenna is full of anger and hate. In her eyes the world as an ugly and cruel place with no good left in it. She doesn't see it's worth or its vibrancy but rather just a blank page of black and grey. Often times she takes her hate of the world out on the people that inhabit it, often resenting a person before ever really giving them a chance. While she is not outwardly rude, she will not pretend to like someone just to be polite. Her distaste is always apparent, even if just by the expression on her face or the tone of her voice. On that note, if she truly hates a person, she will not try to quiet her opinion or reign in the insults. While she is determined in her own goals, she will not pursue something if she finds it pointless. She is rather pessimistic and negative, rarely finding even the slightest bit of good in a situation. Kenna also frowns upon weakness, both hers and others and she will not beat around the bush when expressing such opinions. Not many have found their way through the vastly guarded towers to her heart. Your chances are even slimmer if you did not know her before her world crumbled around her and her entire personality flipped. The few that have she keeps close to her and while she might come off as harsh or brash she would do anything to protect them. █Vernacular ▬ Her voice is soft but not so that it becomes inaudible. It is rich and pleasant on the ears but often times she speaks in a flat tone, only ever broken by her negative emotions. When she is angry or annoyed it becomes very evident in her voice. She is quick to yell and even quicker to swear. You might find her hissing out you when she's angry or startled and if you ever manage to catch her content enough she purrs on the occasion. █Positive Traits ▬ Determined, Headstrong, Resourceful, Observant, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Protective of those she cares for █Negative Traits ▬ Bitter, Angry, Pessimistic, Full of hatred, Prideful, Stubborn, Harsh, Quick to give up if she sees no point
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Kenna was born to two loving parents within the Lioncourt household. Her mother, Lyra Ezlyn ve Lioncourt had never been found of the Lioncourt ways. She was a peaceful spirit, with her healing abilities she was a perfect fit for Mercy. She never wished to be a fearsome warrior and even less so to force such a life upon her offspring. All she wanted was a happy life. A simple life. More so, while so many bore the Lioncourt name with such pride and dignity, Lyra was ashamed of it. Unlike most, she knew the true horrors of the Lioncourt past. She knew the dark methods of which they sought power and the horrid torment they inflicted. They were rituals of old, long out of practice, but she had no desire to affiliate herself with such wretched things. She remained with her family out of loyalty and the pure fact that for the time her family was leaving her to her own business. She met a man, one that never would have passed in the times of old. He would have been considered an impurity to the bloodline, but she fell for the feline all the same. Silas Kingsley. Maybe it was that playful charm, that twinkle in his eyes, but she was head over heels before she could stop herself. It wasn't long before the two wed and produced and adorable little kitten. While they cherished their little lion cub, not only was she impure of the Luoncourt blood, but she was a true oddity. A feline faunus was almost unheard of in the Lioncourt name. However, that didn't stop her from ensaring the hearts of most who laid eyes on her. As a child she was both spunky and fun loving, always into some sort of trouble or mischief, but the guilty little smile she threw you afterwards was usually enough to make up for it. Kendall lived a relatively happy life in the Lioncourt manner, though Lyra was always worried she was never truly safe. She bit her tongue for now, but she was always on the watch for anyone who might lay harm to her precious kitten.
It was in the halls that Kenna met Sensui for the very first time. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her little fingers. When he wasn't off on business or too busy training he often appeased her with silly games and thrilling stories. He also spoke to her of another little Lioncourt, a little bird with pure white wings. His little sister. Over the years they grew close and Sensui began to view her as a second little sister and protected her much the same way he protected his own. She would come to owe him her life time and time again, but not for many years later when Eteria took to head of the house. The first warning sign was the almost immediate disappearance of Kreig, Lyra's brother. It was then that the woman knew things were going to get bad. She kept a watchful eye on the young Kenna, along with Sensui while together they plotted the escape of her little family. They spent weeks preparing but when they caught whiff that the rituals and the purges had begun once more, Lyra and Silas knew they could not wait any longer. With the help of Sensui they escaped the manner and ran away to a small city in Vale. He came to visit his little feline friend as often as he could, always watching out for the little family and leading Eteria away from their scent. It was his job to catch them and bring them back, but as he told Eteria time and time again, they had just disappeared without a trace. Lyra and Kendall both dropped their Lioncourt names at that time, taking on the surname of Silas, Kingsley, instead. Content to live happily... simply.
Kenna was only seven when they left the Lioncourt manner and it was a bit of a culture shock. She was used to vast halls and a massive amount of freedom. Their house was small, not that she really minded. The hard part was that she was confined to those walls nearly at all times. The only exceptions were the spare occasions she was allowed to play out in the yard, but she was never allowed to venture outside of the fence. It wasn't that her parents were cruel, they were just trying to protect her, as always. Kenna's features were fairly distinct and they feared the more exposure she got the more likely it was for someone to learn of their true identities and thus leading Eteria to their doorstep. Everything they did was for their daughter's safety, but that didn't change the fact that she got bored and lonely. Sensui visited when he could, but he was busy and beyond that couldn't risk too many trips their way lest drawing suspicion. In her young innocence, Kenna was both curious and playful. She craved to be wild and free, for the outside world. Often she would watch from her bedroom window or the slats of the fence at a blue-haired girl playing and showing off for her friends. The young cat wished to join but knew that she couldn't but that didn't stop Maria's curiosity. She began using her astral projection to process objects for Kenna's entertainment. They talked and played and the young girl managed to wriggle her way into Kenna's heart and that of her parents. Maria was Kenna's first true friend and the only. She loved Sensui if course, but he was family. A cousin that felt mire like a brother.
They lived happily for a few years, until about the time Kenna had turned eleven. It was on this night that the girl's entire life crumbled around her and she changed for good. Really it was inevitable that Eteria would have tracked them down eventually... and she did not come alone. She brought Jonathon with her. Only the most foul and sadistic of the family. He slaughtered her father first, who did not have the same Lioncourt training to even hope of defending himself. In the eyes of Jonathan and Eteria Silas was nothing. Useless. He wasn't worth their time or mercy. It was quick but none the less brutal and right in front of Kenna and her mother. Next was Lyra who taught valiantly for her daughter's life, but in the end she was no match for Jonathon. She was subdued and restrained and left to Eteria to perform the ancient ritual on her, stealing her soul and thus turning Kenna's mother into a White Crow. Just another one of her pawns. During which, Kenna was left to Jonathon and oh did he have fun with her. He put the child through unthinkable acts, cringe-worthy tortures... truly unspeakable things. He wanted to hear her scream, he found pleasure in it, and scream she did... again and again until her voice became hoarse. Once Jonathon had his fun and Kenna was left desperately clinging to the barest strings of life, Eteria continued on with her plan, ready to perform the ritual on Jonathan before taking Kenna's life for herself. She wanted it to be by her hand. Not out of pleasure or spite, but simply to be deliberate. She wanted to be sure it was done right. Kenna stared death in the face for the first time that night. She was too weak to fight back, her aura struggling to keep her alive, let alone channel her semblance. Right before Eteria could land the finishing blow, a very special person with the ability of Astral projection stepped in. The details of that night are still a little blurry, but she remembers vividly the empty vehicle that came crashing through the wall and into Eteria. Even more so clearly the image of the empty vessel the woman really was. It was gruesome, horrific. It haunts her mind to this day, along with that twisted smile of Jonathan's.
The two children managed to escape the tragic scene of her shattered homes and back to Maria's adoptive parents. Kenna had never been allowed to wander this far outside of her home but she wasn't even in a state of mind that she could enjoy it. Clothes ripped, skin stained with blood, pale face streaked with tears, Kenna had gone past the point of hysterics. Her expression was blank. Empty. Steely eyes had gone cold, once filled with mischief and wonder they'd become void of any emotion. A piece of her had died that night along with her parents. An innocence, a curiosity... the child that had once brought laughter and love to all those she touched was no more. Gone. Shattered. An empty husk of the person she had once been. Kenna followed silently behind Maira. She remembered the blue haired girl taking her hand, urgently tugging her along, but Kenna hardly had the strength or the will to hold on. The sight of their daughter tugging along the feline, white fur and hair stained crimson, must have been a sight to behold for Maria's parents. Kenna could remember vaguely the worried expressions on their faces, the concerned fluctuations of their voices. She remembered warm hands on her, a damp cloth wiping away at the blood, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Questions. There had been so many questions but Kenna hadn't been able to find the words to utter such horrors aloud. She just stared ahead with the same blank stare, leaving Maria to explain the broken up pieces that she could. After all, what did she know of the Lioncourts and the White Crows. Nothing yet... but it would soon become very clear to her.
As any good parents would have been, they were fearful and anxious. How were they to keep their daughter safe along with this orphaned kitten? It wasn't long before the answer showed up on their door. Lafelle, an aunt Kenna had heard of but had been yet to meet arrived just a few short hours after the incident. She was able to brink a bit more clarity to the situation, despite her presence in the middle of the night being such a surprise. She explained that Kenna wouldn't be safe here, but that she could keep her safe. Thus, Kenna was sent away with a near stranger, not that she objected. She didn't have it in her. The small child was still just an empty shell. She was afraid to let even the slightest bit of emotion in because if she did... it would open up the floodgates and she would surely drown in the tidal wave that would consume her. The pain, the fear, the loss... it was all to much. It hurt her mangled heart... like pouring salt into an open wound. It made her sick.. the things that man had done to her... It was best to just not think of it. So she walked on in silence with Lafelle, but she remembered the sound of her voice was soothing and her hands were gentle. The woman reminded her of her own mother and it was equally painful as it was comforting. They were unable to make it far that first night due to Kenna's exhaustion and her need for medical attention. They got far enough away that they would be safe and then spent the night in a small inn. Sleep did not come easy to the young child and what little sleep she managed was haunted by the memories painted too vividly clear across her mind.
They continued their journey across the next few days. Kenna remained silent and distant but Lafelle was patient with the girl. Patient and gentle. However, as time went on, a new type of pain erupted in her chest. She was still grieving the loss of her parents, but she was missing Maria dearly. One of the only people left in the world that she truly cared for. Really she should not have been surprised when her friend appeared out of the blue in her astral form. It was such a common thing between the two, but Kenna hadn't expected her to follow her so far. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to see her. Something sparked in those cold dead eyes. Just a shimmer, barely there, but it was something beyond the lifeless stare she'd borne since that night. So after a heartfelt reunion and a chaotic search for the body Maria had lost three days back, they arrived at Lafelle's manner where she cared for them over the next couple of years. Over time Kenna became less of a husk, but she was never the same as she used to be. Once adventurous, fun-loving, and outgoing; she was now angry, bitter and pessimistic. Her pain had torment had grown into a hate for the world and the people in it. She was consumed by angst, immediately mistrusting of others, and often throwing distaste before she ever really knew a person. The exception was Lafelle who had already managed to fight her way into the girl's heart, along with Maria that had been there long before. There were occasionally glimpses of the old Kenna, a laugh here, a smile there. Usually it was Maria causing the reactions, but it was still not the same. Never as full, always shadowed by the weight baring down on her.
When the time came they were both enrolled and admitted at Signal. That had been Maria's dream all along and for Kendall it was thee safest option. The Lioncourts were still trying to keep a good reputation, so in the eye of the public under the careful watch of teachers and staff, she would be safe. Kenna agreed, but not for the reasons they might have thought. She had a newfound hate of weakness, that of hers and others. In her young mind, if she had been stronger, she could have done something that night. Saved them, saved herself. So she went to Signal with the idea that she could get stronger and makeup for the weakness that had cost her so much. Both excelled in Signal, though it was Maria that really shown through. She enjoyed the spotlight, the attention, and Kenna didn't mind. She was content to lurk in the shadows, practicing and excelling on her own. Despite being a year younger than Maria, Kenna passed the exams and was admitted into Beacon at the young age of fifteen. It was here that Team MAKO was formed, Maria as leader of course. The idea for the team was originally train and prepare to go after Eteria and the White Crows, and with Maria's persistence, to protect Kenna who was being hunted and tracked to this day. Their purpose expanded over time, but that was their first real goal. Beacon became a true safe haven, more so than Signal. It was a place that she was untouchable in the eyes of the Lioncourts. For once she was not constantly looking over her shoulder. She was still jumpy, paranoid, but for the first time some of her fear had subsided.
The team was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with Maria as their leader. They quickly climbed through the ranks, impressing that of the staff and their own personal mentor. However, it was all short lived. It wasn't long before it all came crumbling around them. Maria's health was starting to fail. It started subtle, but it wasn't long before even the smallest bits of combat left her bedridden. Watching her go through so much pain, physically and mentally, not being able to help... it killed Kenna. She hated it, but she was also practical. Maria couldn't lead in such conditions. So she stepped forth with her opinion, stating so bluntly how the world fed on weakness and Maria had become weak, making them weak. She knew it was something Feralis would always resent her for, not that the wolf liked her much anyway. Not that she liked him either. Yet, he would never know the true reasons behind her decision to come forward. Even though she was the one left in charge, she was never looking for power or glory. She just wanted to keep Maria safe. In the end it was their mentor, Rachel, who suggested that Maria leave Beacon because she was in no condition to fight. Being separated from her childhood friend was a horrible and painful thing. Kenna wanted nothing more than to follow her and to be by her side, but she couldn't. It was not safe for her and she would only bring her danger to Maria. She would have been caught in the crossfire and Kenna would not have been able to bare that. With Maria gone, it wasn't long before the team fell apart. Feralis and her tolerated each other on the best of days and with the newfound resentment, without the glue that was Maria, they could not have possibly gone on. Feralis went wolf, but once they realized what had happened, it was too late. He was gone and they hadn't the slightest clue where to look. Besides, it was usually Maria who managed to get through to him. Kenna had no choice but to leave. Beacon was not the same without Maria and without her by her side, the fear of the Lioncourts began creeping back in ten fold. She wasn't sure what happened to the fourth member of their team, for the feline abandoned Beacon in the middle of the night.
Kenna went off the grid, deactivating her scroll, moving place to place and never staying for too long. She managed to evade the Lioncourts for four long and lonely years. However, all the way she was trying to sneak closer, find away to destroy Eteria and get revenge. She was sneaky, stealthy, and that aided her in her goal, but the Lioncourts were always one step ahead. They White Crows finally caught her trail when she was nineteen. Luckily for her, Sensui heard of their departure and came to her aid once more. The two of them fought valiantly. They were both strong individuals with unique and powerful semblances. Sure, they were outnumbered, but it would have been entirely possible for them to hinder them enough to escape. A fatal mistake was made when Kenna managed to break the mask of one of the White Crows, revealing the pale face and white locks of her mother. The girl was first stunned. This was the first time she'd seen her mother since that night, and in that moment it did not matter that it was just a mind controlled corpse. It didn't matter that her soul was locked to Eteria, forced to do her every will. It didn't matter that it was not really her mother, memories locked away tight and it did not matter that she was holding a blade to Kenna's chest. Those pale blue eyes that had once looked at her with such love and demotion were nothing more than an empty void. She couldn't find it in her to move, let alone defend herself. She felt like her heart, what remained of it anyway, had been ripped haphazardly out of her chest and crushed upon the ground. Were it not for Sensui, the blade would have cut right through her. He was screaming at her to run, the panic in his voice was what finally broke through to her. She pushed her body to its brink, running blindly through the trees and shrubbery. She only made it a few miles before she collapsed. When they White Crows found her, in was in a hysterical heap upon the ground. Too inured, exhausted, and emotional to fight back against them, she was dragged back to the Lioncourt manner.
Kenna only had happy memories of such a place, but they were all about to shatter around her, just like the rest of her life. It was then that she was finally branded with the vest if the Lioncourts, despite not being pure of blood. She'd escaped too many times and Eteria had had it. She might just resolve to using the ritual on her. Especially with the fear of losing her daughter. It was here that for the second time she watched someone fight so valiantly to protect her and for the second time she watched Eteria cut them down. The pain that wreaked havoc upon her was far worse than any of the torture Jonathan had put her through. Her heart, already so beaten and battered was pierced with loss once more. She met his eyes,one final time, and she knew what he would tell her to do. Run. So she did, but the image of him, of his death, would be burnt into her brain for all of time. It would follow her to her nightmares, just like so many others. There were screams, sobs, complete chaos. It was enough to distract everyone long enough for her to escape. She was blinded by her tears, but this time she didn't stop. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion. He had died to protect her and he would not let that be in vain. However, that didn't stop the guilt from eating away at her or the agony of his death from consuming her. It was more of a subconscious thing that brought her back to the city of Vale. She walked blindly, mind too fogged to ever really care where she was headed. What did it matter at this point? She was all alone with nowhere to go, or so she thought. She supposed her feet took her back because that was the home of Beacon Academy, the only place she had ever been safe. When their only mentor found her, it would have been in much the same state that Lafelle had found her in all those years ago. Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her smoke-colored eyes.
Kenna received quite the lecture from Rachel. She went off on her about how she was being selfish, childish, weak. Grow up and stop whining like a baby. Suck it up. You're better than this. It mostly fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mindset to listen or care... but it did spark something in her. With the strangest urge to turn her scroll back on, she found an influx of messages from Maria. All that time away and they had never stopped. Some of them were only a few days old. Maria was returning to Beacon. That was all she needed. She was still in pain, still mourning the loss of so many loved ones, but the anger was back. She would make Eteria pay for what she'd done, but she could not do it untrained and she could not do it alone. So she cleaned herself up and set forth to prepare for the mission ahead. Kenna didn't respond to the messages. After years of silence a silly text message seemed inadequate. She wanted their reunion and she already had her mind made up. Once again she found herself retaking exams and tests, being reevaluated. It was no surprise the feline faunus was let back into Beacon. She knew Maria would forgive her. She knew she would understand, but that didn't stop that guilt. Maria had always been there for her, but Kenna had left her when she needed her most. Whether she had a choice in the matter or not did not matter. There was also one other thing holding her back. In her time off the grid, she had ventured back to the village they grew up in. She thought that maybe she could overhear something on Maria through her family. Surely they would have checked up on her, but she found the house in ruins... and it was easy to guess what had happened. Having been isolated in a hospital, she doubted Maria would know, which meant she would have to be the one to tell her... and she had to ask herself? Had she brought her friend more good or more pain in their time together?
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Ultio █ ▬ True to the elegance of the Lioncourt fighting style, Kenna wilds a beautifully crafted rapier that with the help of a magnetic retraction/expansion mechanism can actually transform into a serrated whip. The weapon is very close to her heart as the blade itself once belonged to her mother. The second form she added and constructed herself while in Signal. █Melee Form ▬ Rapier - The steel blade, unique in its amethyst hues, is approximately 45 inches long from the tip of the handle to the tip of the blade. Its hilt is capable of holding dust vials, only four at one time, that she can use in her combat for various effects. Each will last for five posts. █Ranged Form ▬ Serrated Whip - Through a magnetic connection the blade of her rapier can actually separate and expand. They are attached to a thick metal cord with serrated edges, approximately 8 feet in length. Her blade is divided into eight separate pieces, spread evenly along the cord, ending with the tip of the rapier. The hilt of the weapon stays completely intact and she can also use her dust vials along the length of the whip. each lasting for five posts.(How it works, essentially.) █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Dust █ ▬ The biggest drawback to her weapon is that it is purely a melee weapon, she has not the ability to shoot ammo, physical or dust. She is instantly at a disadvantage when fighting against enemies with guns and cannot fight back unless they are within her range. Her rapier blade also has a few weak spots, due to the way it separates. If hit on one of those weak spots with enough pressure the blade would shatter. █OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ 10 Throwing Knives: 8 inches █ ▬ Large Hunting Knife: 15 inches █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ █ ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Sanctus Ignis █*AURA COLOR ▬ Silver with hints of amethyst █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Kenna's semblance essentially allows her the basic manipulation of light. She was born of two bloodlines, Destruction and Mercy, and as such her semblance has qualities of both. She can use it for simple things such as light and heat or in much more complicated forms such as the ability to cause pain or heal wounds. As she grows stronger, so does her light. She gains new abilities and a vaster range of uses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ In this level, Kenna's ability revolves around the creation and manipulation of light orbs. They are relatively small only six inches in diameter but they shine brightly and generate a significant amount of warmth. She is able to generate 6 orbs, only 2 at a time, before needing a 5 post cool down. The orbs last until they have made contact with their target before dissolving away. She uses simple hand gestures to send them off and aim them. Once aimed the cannot change direction. They can travel up to 25 feet. After that they will dissolve if they have not made contact with a target. This remains true for all of her levels. The orbs are a form of attack, energized balls of light that burn like white hot flames. They are not enough to kill, but rather damage a person and drain their aura. Kenna can also create a small bubble of light, just large enough to encompass a singular person. The bubble is capable of healing minor injuries (small cuts, scrapes, or bruises) by quite literally burning them away. She can keep the pod active for 3 posts before needing an 6 post cool down. Once the field is activated, it will remain in that spot. It can only be maintained within 10 feet of her. It takes 2 posts for a person to be fully healed, this remains the same in all levels. She may only use one ability or the other, not both at the same time. If she uses one she must go through the entire cool down before using the other. █*LEVEL 1▬ In this level both of her abilities grow stronger as well as she gains a third. She can now summon 8 orbs of light before needing a 5 post cool down. The size of her light pod expands to 6 ft by 6 ft, capable of fitting multiple people if close together. She can burn away more serious wounds but nothing worse than deep cuts and gashes. It can remain active for 4 posts before needing a 8 post cool down and must be kept within 15 feet of her. At this level she can now shoot powerful beams of light from her palms. The attacks are much stronger than the orbs, about 35% more damaging, but she can only shoot them 4 times before needing an 8 post cool down. They are approximately 8 inches in diameter. Once aimed, they will not change direcrion. They can travel up to 35 feet, at that point if they have not hit their target they will dissipate. This remains true for all levels. In this level she may use two of her abilities, but only at half capacity (half as many orbs/beams, half as many posts for the pod). She will require a 20 post cool down if using both. █*LEVEL 2▬ At this level all of her abilities receive a strength increase. She can create and manipulate 10 orbs before needing a five post cool down. Once again her light field expands to 10 ft by 10 feet. It can remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. While she is now capable of burning away and healing much more serious wounds, she cannot cure anything fatal and her ability only effects the skin, muscle, and tissue, not bones. While she can't cure anything fatal, someone in critical condition would remain stable in her field as long as they were in it and the field would burn away the less major injuries. The field can only be maintained within 25 feet of her. Kenna can now shoot 6 beams of light before needing a 10 post cool down. In this level she can use two of her abilities at full capacity, but will need a 25 post cool down afterwards. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ In this level all of her previous abilities stay the same, but she gains a most peculiar one, true to her Lioncourt name. At this level she gains the ability to conjure a pair of light-made wings capable of flight. The wings will remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. She can use 3 of her abilities but will need a 30 post cool down afterwards. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Kenna's semblance has many drawbacks, the first being that it is entirely too easy to drain her aura with it. If she does, several things could happen depending on how she was using her semblance. If she was purely on the offence, she runs the risk of light attack back lashing and the white hot energy consuming her instead, which will result in death. If she was healing someone and pushes herself too far, whatever wounds she burned away from them will take form on her instead and with her aura drained she will also be left vulnerable to death. Kenna's semblance, while dangerous, is not subtle. Her eyes glow when she uses it, which is the first indicator. If someone is fast enough or has good enough reflexes, they could easily dodge her attacks. Her pods of healing do will heal, but will not protect from attacks. If they were trying to hide, the light would give them away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 5:23 pm
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❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Hello, my name is Youroka Kage, and I'll be judging your profile today!
❖ ok, so your faunus ability has too many abilities in it. I can see hearing, sight, or small coupled with the claws, but not all 3.
❖ I hate to nitpick, and I know that you only used the wording as flavor text, but I need you to take out the silver eyes comment.
❖ So, whips are weird. Whips are technically ranged weapons, so the weakness would be that she wouldn't be able to use the whip as a ranged weapon part 8ft.
❖ With level 0, how does it restore aura if how it heals wounds is to burn them off?
❖ Does the field move with you? is looking at level 1
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Alysian Virago
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 2:30 pm
Youroka Kage
~ I will narrow that down to just sight and the claws then sorry about that!
~ Oops! I hadn't even realized I'd done that actually but I will remove that right away.
~ I'll fix that and probably add in a weakness that the blade departing as it does cause it to have certain weeks parts that could cause it to shatter if hit in the right spots with enough pressure.
~ I was thinking more that aura she ends up draining with her attacks she can use to restore her teammates aura with the field, but I can also just get rid of that completely. Like I said, I knew it needed some work.
~ My thoughts were that it would stay mostly stay in place once it was cast. If absolutely necessary she could move it but it would take extreme effort and drain her aura further. So for example, in level 1 she can cast it anywhere within 25 ft of her. It would stay there unless she forced it to move. I could add drawbacks to it, like it cuts into how long she can keep it active if she tries to move it. If not, I can just keep it one solid thing in place, or whatever you think would work best.
~ I will narrow that down to just sight and the claws then sorry about that!
~ Oops! I hadn't even realized I'd done that actually but I will remove that right away.
~ I'll fix that and probably add in a weakness that the blade departing as it does cause it to have certain weeks parts that could cause it to shatter if hit in the right spots with enough pressure.
~ I was thinking more that aura she ends up draining with her attacks she can use to restore her teammates aura with the field, but I can also just get rid of that completely. Like I said, I knew it needed some work.
~ My thoughts were that it would stay mostly stay in place once it was cast. If absolutely necessary she could move it but it would take extreme effort and drain her aura further. So for example, in level 1 she can cast it anywhere within 25 ft of her. It would stay there unless she forced it to move. I could add drawbacks to it, like it cuts into how long she can keep it active if she tries to move it. If not, I can just keep it one solid thing in place, or whatever you think would work best.
I'm still trying to figure out if I like the idea of recharging team mates Aura on the battle field, as that's directly linked to their semblance and their abilities.
As what you have said on the last part, that is perfectly fine. As long as it drains more Aura with her doing it.
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2018 1:45 am
❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Hello, my name is Youroka Kage, and I'll be judging your profile today!
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Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her silver eyes.
I found another instance of the Silver eyes. If you remove it I can approve the profile.
█HAIR ▬ White - long and thick, falling bait her butt to the middle of her thighs. █CLOTHING ▬ Usually dressed in dark colors with the flair of white or purple or gold. Long, black boots, leather gloves, and always a good of some sort of cloak that she used to use to hide her identity, now it's just habit. █ACCESSORIES ▬ While usually not flashy, she does enjoy shiny things and holds with her still a fresh family heirlooms that show their worth with their brilliance, including an earring in one of her ears. A choker necklace used to hide the scar on her neck. █EYES ▬ Grey █BUILD ▬ Small in stature, fit/strong, feminine/feline █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ The poor girl as multiple from her run ins with Eteria and the white crow. Most are hidden by clothinging, other than a particularly nasty one she received from Jonathan across her neck. █MARKINGS ▬ A brand in the form of the Lioncourt Crest on her left shoulder, just below her collar bone.
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█SKILLS & TALENTS █Primary Talent ▬ Strength - While she may not look it initially, the little lion is extremely powerful. This allows her to take mighty leaps and pounces while also dealing heavy blows. █Other Talents ▬ Kenna's fighting style is very confrontational and predatory, especially when she feels like she's cornered. She is not afraid to pounce, tackle, or stoop to more animalistic ways of fighting. She will not hesitate to take the first move, feeling that hesitation is only another sign of weakness. Despite her agressive nature, it could also be considered elegant. █Faunus Skill ▬ Just like that of a true lion, Kenna has hightened eyesight. However, the true beauty of her faunus nature is in the deadly, powerful, and retractable claws she has, able to cut through flesh. █Strongest Skill ▬ Stealth - Kenna is particularly good at sneaking by unnoticed when she wants too. █Weakest Skill ▬ Speed - While she isn't slowest of the mill, she could easily be outran.
█LIKES █ ▬ Lazing about and lounging in the sun... If she isn't lounging, she's training. █ ▬ There are but a handful of people that have actually managed to wriggle their way into her heart, but she she admires strength. █ ▬ Meat - on the rarer side usually █ ▬ Trees - To rest under when the sun is too hot █ ▬ Other cats █DISLIKES █ ▬ Everyone? Especially the Lioncourts... most of them anyway █ ▬ Lettuce - It's so bland █ ▬ Water - While she can swim, she avoids it ar all costs █ ▬ Anything canine █ ▬ Eteria: The Lioncourts, The White Crows █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ While she hasn't always been this way, Kenna is full of anger and hate. In her eyes the world as an ugly and cruel place with no good left in it. She doesn't see it's worth or its vibrancy but rather just a blank page of black and grey. Often times she takes her hate of the world out on the people that inhabit it, often resenting a person before ever really giving them a chance. While she is not outwardly rude, she will not pretend to like someone just to be polite. Her distaste is always apparent, even if just by the expression on her face or the look on her face. While she is determined in her own goals, she will not pursue something if she finds it pointless. She is rather pessimistic and negative, rarely finding even the slightest bit of good in a situation. Kenna also frowns upon her weakness, both hers and others and she will not beat around the bush when expressing such opinions. Not many have found their way through the vastly guarded towers to her heart. Your chances are even slimmer if you did not know her before her world crumbled around her and her entire personality flipped. The few that have she keeps close to her and while she might come off as harsh or brash she would do anything to protect them. █Vernacular ▬ Her voice is soft but not so that it becomes inaudible. It is rich and pleasant on the ears but often times she speaks in a flat tone, only ever broken by her negative emotions. Hardly ever does she tell, but when she is angry or annoyed it becomes very evident in her voice. You might find her hissing out you when she's angry or startled and if you ever manage to catch her content enough she purrs on the occasion. █Positive Traits ▬ Determined, Headstrong, Resourceful, Observant, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Protective of those she cares for █Negative Traits ▬ Bitter, Angry, Pessimistic, Full of hatred, Prideful, Stubborn, Harsh, Quick to give up if she sees no point
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Kenna was born to two loving parents within the Lioncourt household. Her mother, Lyra Ezlyn ve Lioncourt had never been found of the Lioncourt ways. She was a peaceful spirit, with her healing abilities she was a perfect fit for Mercy. She never wished to be a fearsome warrior and even less so to force such a life upon her offspring. All she wanted was a happy life. A simple. More so, while so many bore the Lioncourt name with such pride and dignity, Lyra was ashamed of it. Unlike most, she knew the true horrors of the Lioncourt past. She knew the dark methods of which they sought power and the horrid torment they inflicted. They were rituals of old, long out of practice, but she had no desire to affiliate herself with such wretched things. She remained with her family out of loyalty and the pure fact that for the time her family was leaving her to her own business. She met a man, one that never would have passed in the times of old. He would have been considered an impurity to the bloodline, but she fell for the feline all the same. Silas Kingsley. Maybe it was that playful charm, that twinkle in his eyes, but she was head over heels before she could stop herself. It wasn't long before the two wed and produced and adorable little kitten. While they cherished their little lion cub, not only was she impure if the Luoncourt blood, but she was a true oddity. A feline faunus was almost unheard of in the Lioncourt name. However, that didn't stop her from ensuring the hearts of most who laid eyes on her. As a child she was both spunky and fun loving, always into some sort of trouble or mischief, but the guilty little smile she threw you afterwards was usually enough to make up for it. Kendall lived a relatively happy life in the Luincourt manner, though Lyra was always worried she was never truly safe. She bit her tongue for now, but she was always on the watch for anyone who might lay harm to her precious kitten.
It was in the halls that Kenna met Sensui for the very first time. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her little fingers. When he wasn't off on business it too busy training he often appeared her with silly games and thrilling stories. He also spoke to her of another little Lioncourt, a little bird with pure white wings. His little sister. Over the years they grew close and Sensui began to fee her as a second little sister and protected her much the same way he protected his own. She would come to owe him her life time and time again, but not for many years later when Eteria took to head of the house. The first warning sign was the almost immediate disappearance of Kreig, Lyra's brother. It was then that the woman knew things were going to get bad. She kept a watchful eye on the young Kenna, along with Sensui whule together the plotted the escape of her little family. They spent weeks preparing but when they caught whiff that the rituals and the purges had begun once more, Lyra and Silas knew they could not wait any longer. With the help of Sensui they escaped the manner and ran away to a small city in Vale. He came to visit his little feline friend as often as he could, always watching out for the little family and leading Eteria away from their scent. It was his job to catch them and bring them back, but as he told Eteria time and time again, they had just disappeared without a trace. Lyra and Kendall both dropped their Lioncourt names at that time, taking on the surname of Silas instead, content to live happily... simply.
Kenna was only seven when they left the Lioncourt manner and it was a bit if a culture shock. She was used to vast halls and a massive amount of freedom. Their house was small, not that she really minded. The hard part was that she was co fined to those walls nearly at all times. The only exceptions were the spare occasions she was allowed to play out in the yard, but she was never allowed to venture outside of the fence. It wasn't that her parents were cruel, they were just trying to protect her as always. Kenna's features were fairly distinct and they feared the more exposure she got the more likely it was for someone to learn of their true identities and thus leading Eteria ti their doorstep. Everything they did was for their daughter's safety, but that didn't change the fact that she got bored and lonely. Sensui visited when he could, but he was busy and beyond that couldn't risk too many trips their way lest drawing suspicion. In her young innocence, Kenna was both curious and playful. She craved to be wild and free, for the outside world. Often she would watch from her bedroom window or the slats of the fence at a blue-haired girl playing and showing off for her friends. The young cat wished to join but knew that she couldn't but that didn't stop Maria's curiosity. She began using her astral projection to process objects for Kenna's entertainment. They talked and played and the young girl managed to wriggle her way into Kenna's heart and that of her parents. Maria was Kenna's first true friend and the only. She lived Sensui if course, but he was family. A cousin that felt mire like a brother.
They lived happily for a few years, until about the time Kenna had turned eleven. It was on this night that the girl's entire life crumbled around her and she changed for good. Really it was inevitable that Eteria would have tracked them down eventually... and she did not come alone. She brought Jonathon with her. Only the most foul and sadistic of the family. He slaughtered her father first, who did not have the same Lioncourt training to even hope of defending himself. In the eyes of Jonathan and Eteria Silas was nothing. Useless. He wasn't worth their time or mercy. It was quick but none the less brutal and right in front of Kenna and her mother. Next was Lyra who taught valiantly for her daughter's life, but in the end she was no match for Jonathon. She was subdued and restrained and left to Eteria to perform the ancient ritual on her, stealing her soul and thus turning Kenna's mother into a White Crow. Just another one of her pawns. During which, Kenna was left to Jonathon and oh did he have fun with her. He put the child through unthinkable acts, cringe-worthy tortures... truly unspeakable things. He wanted to hear her scream, he found pleasure in it, and scream she did... again and again until her voice became hoarse. Once Jonathon had his fun and Kenna was left desperately clinging to the barest strings of life, Eteria continued on with her plan, ready to perform the ritual on Jonathan before taking Kenna's life for herself. She wanted it to be by her hand. Not out of pleasure or spite, but simply to be deliberate. She wanted to be sure it was done right. Kenna stared death in the face for the first time that night. She was too weak to fight back, her aura struggling to keep her alive, let alone channel her semblance. Right before Eteria could land the finishing blow, a very special person with the ability of Astral projection stepped in. The details of that night are still a little blurry, but she remembers vividly the empty vehicle that came crashing through the wall and into Eteria. Even more so clearly the image of the empty vessel the woman really was. It was gruesome, horrific. It haunts her mind to this day, along with that twisted smile of Jonathan's.
The two children managed to escape the tragic scene of her shattered homes and back to Maria's adoptive parents. Kenna had never been allowed to wander this far outside of her home but she wasn't even in a state of mind that she could enjoy it. Clothes ripped, skin stained with blood, pale face streaked with tears, Kenna had gone past the point of hysterics. Her expression was blank. Empty. Steely eyes had gone cold, once filled with mischief and wonder they'd become void of any emotion. A piece of her head died that night along with her parents. An innocence, a curiosity... the child that had once brought laughter and love to all those she touched was no more. Gone. Shattered. An empty husk of the person she had once been. Kenna followed silently behind Maira. She remembered the blue haired girl taking her hand, urgently tugging her along, but Kenna hardly had the strength or the will to hold on. The sight of their daughter tugging along the feline, white fur and hair stained crimson, must have been a sight to be hold. Kenna could remember vaguely the worried expressions on their faces, the concerned fluctuations of their voices. She remembered warm hands on her, a damp cloth wiping away at the blood, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Questions. There had been so many questions but Kenna hadn't been able to find the words to utter such horrors aloud. She just stared ahead with the same blank stare, leaving Maria to explain the broken up pieces that she could. After all, what did she know of the Lioncourts and the White Crows. Nothing yet... but it would soon become very clear to her.
As any good parents would have been, they were fearful and anxious. How were they to keep their daughter safe along with this orphaned kitten? It wasn't long before the answer showed up on their door. Lafelle, an aunt Kenna had heard of but had been yet to meet arrived just a few short hours after the incident. She was able to brink a bit more clarity to the situation, despite her presence in the middle of the night being such a surprise. She explained that Kenna wouldn't be safe here, but that she could keep her safe. Thus, Kenna was sent away with a near stranger, not that she objected. She didn't have it in her. The small child was still just an empty shell. She was afraid to let even the slightest bit of emotion in because if she did... it would open up the floodgates and she would surely drown in the tidal wave that would surely consume her. The pain, the fear, the loss... it was all to much. It hurt her mangled heart... like pouring salt into an open wound. It made her sick.. the things that man had done to her... It was best to just not think of it. So she walked on in silence with Lafelle, but she remembered the sound of her voice was soothing and her hands were gentle. The woman reminded her of her own mother and it was equally painful as it was comforting. They were unable to make it far that first night due to Kenna's exhaustion and her need for medical attention. They got far enough away that they would be safe and then spent the night in a small inn. Sleep did not come easy to the young child and what little sleep she managed was haunted by the memories painted to vividly clear across her mind.
They continued their journey across the next few days. Kenna remained silent and distant but Lafelle was patient with the girl. Patient and gentle. However, as time went on, a new type of pain erupted in her chest. She was still grieving the loss of her parents, but she was missing Maria dearly. One of the only people left in the world that she truly cared for. Really she should not have been surprised when her friend appeared out of the blue in her astral form. It was such a common thing between the two, but Kenna hadn't expected her to follow her so far. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to see her. Something sparked in those cold dead eyes. Just a shimmer, barely there, but it was something beyond the lifeless stare she'd borne since that night. So after a heartfelt reunion and a chaotic search for the body Maria had lost three days back, they arrived at Lafee's manner where she cared for them over the next couple of years. Over time Kenna became less of a husk, but she was never the same as she used to be. Once adventures, fun-loving, and outgoing; she was now angry, bitter and pessimistic. Her pain had torment had grown into a hate for the world and the people in it. She was consumed by angst, immediately mistrusting of others, and often throwing distaste before she ever really knew a person. The exception was Lafee who had already managed to fight her way into the girl's heart, along with Maria that had been there long before. There were occasionally glimpses of the old Kenna, a laugh here, a smile there. Usually it was Maria causing the reactions, but it was still not the same. Never as full, always shadowed by the weight baring down on her.
When the time came they were both enrolled and admitted at Signal. That had been Maria's dream all along and for Kendall it was thee safest option. The Lioncourts were still trying to keep a good reputation, so in the eye of the public under the careful watch of teachers and staff, she would be safe. Kenna agreed, but not for the reasons they might have thought. She had a newfound hate of weakness, that of hers and others. In her young mind, if she had been stronger, she could have done something that night. Saved them, saved herself. So she went to Signal with the idea that she could get stronger and makeup for the weakness that had cost her so much. Both excelled in Signal, though it was Maria that really shown through. She enjoyed the spotlight, the attention, and Kenna didn't mind. She was content to lurk in the shadows, practicing and excelling on her own. Despite being a year younger than Maria, Kenna passed the exams and was admitted into Beacon at the young age of fifteen. It was here that Team MAKO was formed, Maria as leader of course. The idea for the team was originally train and prepare to go after Eteria and the White Crows, and with Maria's persistence, to protect Kenna who was being hunted and tracked to this day. Their purpose expanded over time, but that was their first real goal. Beacon became a true safe haven, more so than Signal. It was a place that she was untouchable in the eyes of the Lioncourts. For once she was not constantly looking over her shoulder.She was still jumpy, paranoid, but for the first time some of her fear had subsided.
The team was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with Maria as their leader. They quickly climbed through the ranks, impressing that of the staff and their own personal mentor. However, it was all short lived. It wasn't long before it all came crumbling around them. Maria's health was starting to fail. It started subtle, but it wasn't long before even the smallest bits of combat left her bedridden. Watching her go through so much pain, physically and mentally, not being able to help... it killed Kenna. She hated it, but she was also practical. Maria couldn't lead in such conditions. So she stepped forth with her opinion, stating so bluntly how the world fed on weakness and Maria had become weak, making them weak. She knew it was something Feralis would always resent her for, not that the wold liked her much anyway. Not that she liked him either. Yet, he would never know the true reasons behind her decision to come forward. Even though she was the one left in charge, she was never looking for power or glory. She just wanted to keep Maria safe. In the end it was their mentor, Rachel, who suggested that Maria leave Beacon because she was in no condition to fight. Being separated from her childhood friend was a horrible and painful thing. Kenna wanted nothing more than to follow her and to be by her side, but she couldn't. It was not safe for her and she would only bring her danger to Maria. She would have been caught in the crossfire and Kenna would not have been able to bare that. With Maria gone, it wasn't long before the team fell apart. Feralis and her tolerated each other on the best of days and with the newfound resentment, without the glue that was Maria, they could not have possibly gone on. Feralis went wolf, but once they realized what had happened, it was too late. He was gone and they hadn't the slightest clue where to look. Besides, it was usually Maria who managed to get through to him. Kenna had no choice but to leave. Beacon was not the same without Maria and without her by her side, the fear of the Lioncourts began creeping back in ten fold. She wasn't sure what happened to the fourth member of their team, for the feline abandoned Beacon in the middle of the night.
Kenna went off the grid, deactivating her scroll, moving place to place and never staying for too long. She managed to evade the Lioncourts for four long and lonely years. However, all the way she was trying to sneak closer, find away to destroy Eteria and get revenge. She was sneaky, stealthy, and that aided her in her goal, but the Lioncourts were always one step ahead. They White Crows finally caught her trail when she was nineteen. Luckily for her, Sensui heard of their departure and came to her aid once more. The two of them fought valiantly. They were both strong individuals with unique and powerful semblances. Sure, they were outnumbered, but it would have been entirely possible for them to hinder them enough to escape. A fatal mistake was made when Kenna managed to break the mask of one of the White Crows, revealing the pale face and white locks of her mother. The girl was first stunned. This was the first time she'd seen her mother since that night, and in that moment it did not matter that it was just a mind controlled corpse. It didn't matter that her soul was locked to Eteria, forced to do her every will. It didn't matter that it was not really her mother, memories locked away tight and it did not matter that she was holding a blade to Kenna's chest. Those pale blue eyes that had once looked at her with such love and demotion were nothing more than an empty void. She couldn't find it in her to move, let alone defend herself. She felt like her heart, what remained of it anyway, had been ripped haphazardly out of her chest and crushed upon the ground. Were it not for Sensui, the blade would have cut right through her. He was screaming at her to run, the panic in his voice was what finally broke through to her. She pushed her body to its brink, running blindly through the trees and shrubbery. She only made it a few miles before she collapsed. When they White Crows found her, in was in a hysterical heap upon the ground. Too inured, exhausted, and emotional to fight back against them, she was dragged back to the Lioncourt manner.
Kenna only had happy memories of such a place, but they were all about to shatter around her, just like the rest of her life. It was then that she was finally branded with the vest if the Lioncourts, despite not being pure of blood. She'd escaped too many times and Eteria had had it. She might just resolve to using the ritual on her. Especially with the fear of losing her daughter. It was here that for the second time she watched someone fight so valiantly to protect her and for the second time she watched Eteria cut them down. The pain that wreaked havoc upon her was far worse than any of the torture Jonathan had put her through. Her heart, already so beaten and battered was pierced with loss once more. She met his eyes,one final time, and she knew what he would tell her to do. Run. So she did, but the image of him, of his death, would be burnt into her brain for all of time. It would follow her to her nightmares, just like so many others. There were screams, sobs, complete chaos. It was enough to distract everyone long enough for her to escape. She was blinded by her tears, but this time she didn't stop. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion. He had died to protect her and he would not let that be in vain. However, that didn't stop the guilt from eating away at her or the agony of his death from consuming her. It was more of a subconscious thing that brought her back to the city of Vale. She walked blindly, mind too fogged to ever really care where she was headed. What did it matter at this point? She was all alone with nowhere to go, or so she thought. She supposed her feet took her back because that was the home of Beacon Academy, the only place she had ever been safe. When their only mentor found her, it would have been in much the same state that Lafelle had found her in all those years ago. Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her smoke-colored eyes.
Kenna received quite the lecture from Rachel. She went off on her about how she was being selfish, childish, weak. Grow up and stop whining like a baby. Suck it up. You're better than this. It mostly fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mindset to listen or care... but it did spark something in her. With the strangest urge to turn her scroll back on, she found an influx of messages from Maria. All that time away and they had never stopped. Some of them were only a few days old. Maria was returning to Beacon. That was all she needed. She was still in pain, still mourning the loss of so many loved ones, but the anger was back. She would make Eteria pay for what she'd done, but she could not do it untrained and she could not do it alone. So she cleaned herself up and set forth to prepare for the mission ahead. Kenna didn't respond to the messages. After years of silence a silly text message seemed inadequate. She wanted their reunion and she already had her mind made up. Once again she found herself retaking exams and tests, being reevaluated. It was no surprise the feline faunus was let back into Beacon. She knew Maria would forgive her. She knew she would understand, but that didn't stop that guilt. Maria had always been there for her, but Kenna had left her when she needed her most. Whether she had a choice in the matter or not did not matter. There was also one other thing holding her back. In her time off the grid, she had ventured back to the village they grew up in. She thought that maybe she could overhear something on Maria through her family. Surely they would have checked up on her, but she found the house in ruins... and it was easy to guess what had happened. Having been isolated in a hospital, she doubted Maria would know, which meant she would have to be the one to tell her... and she had to ask herself? Had she brought her friend more good or more pain in their time together?
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Ultio █ ▬ True to the elegance of the Lioncourt fighting style, Kenna wilds a beautifully crafted rapier that with the help of a magnetic retraction/expansion mechanism can actually transform into a serrated whip.The weapon is very close to her heart as the blade itself once belonged to her mother. The second form she added and constructed herself while in Signal. █Melee Form ▬ Rapier - The steel blade, unique in its amethyst hues, is approximately 45 inches long from the tip of the handle to the tip of the blade. Its hilt is capable of holding dust vials, only four at one time, that she can use in her combat for various effects. █Ranged Form ▬ Serrated Whip - Through a magnetic connection the blade of her rapier can actually separate and expand. They are attached to a thick metal cord with serrated edges, appointed 8 feet in length. Her blade is divided into eight separate pieces, spread evenly along the cord, ending with the tip of the rapier. The hilt of the weapon stays completely intact and she can also use her dust vials along the length of the whip. (How it works, essentially.) █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Dust █ ▬ The biggest drawback to her weapon is that it is purely a melee weapon, she has not the ability to shoot ammo, physical or dust. She is instantly at a disadvantage when fighting against enemies with guns and cannot fight back unless they are within her range. Her rapier blade also has a few weak spots, do to the way it separates. If hit on one of those weak spots with enough pressure the blade would shatter. █OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ 10 Throwing Knives █ ▬ █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ 8 Dust Vials █ ▬ █ ▬
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█*NAME ▬ Sanctus Ignis █*AURA COLOR ▬ Silver with hints of amethyst █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Kenna's semblance essentially allows her the basic manipulation of light. She was born of two bloodlines, Destruction and Mercy, and as such her semblance has qualities of both. She can use it for simple things such as light and heat or in much more complicated forms such as the ability to cause pain or heal wounds. As she grows stronger, so does her light. She gains new abilities and a faster range of uses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ In this level, Kenna's ability revolves around the creation and manipulation of light orbs. They are relatively small only six inches in diameter but they shine brightly and generate a significant amount if warmth. She is able to generate 6 orbs, only 2 at a time, before needing a 5 post cool down. The orbs last until the have made contact with their target before dissolving away. The orbs are a form of attack, energized balls of light that burn like white hot flames. They are not enough to kill, but rather damage a person and drain their aura. Kenna also create a small bubble of light, just large enough to encompass a singular person. The bubble is capable healing minor injuries (small cuts, scrapes, or bruises) by quite literally burning them away. She can keep the pod active for 3 posts before needing a 8 post cool down. It can only be maintained within fifteen feet of her. █*LEVEL 1▬ In this level both of her abilities grow stronger as well as she gains a third. She can now summon 8 orbs of light before needing a 5 post cool down. The size of her light pod expands to 6 ft by 6 ft, capable of fitting multiple people if close together. She can burn away more serious wounds but nothing worse than deep cuts and gashes. It can remain active for 4 posts before needing a 6 post cool down and must be kept within 25 feet of her. Once the field is activated, it will remain in that spot. While she can move the field, it requires a lot of energy and drains her aura. Often it leads to her not being able to keep the field activated as long. At this level she can now shoot powerful beams of light from her palms. The attacks are much stronger than the orbs but she can only shoot them 2 times before needing a 6 post cool down. █*LEVEL 2▬ At this level all of her abilities receive a strength increase. She can create and manipulate 10 orbs before needing a five post cool down. Once again her light field expands to 10 ft by 10 feet. It can remain active for 6 posts before needing a 6 post cool down. While she is now capable of burning away and healing much more serious wounds, she cannot cure anything fatal and her ability only effects the skin, muscle, and tissue, not bones. While she can't cure anything fatal, someone in critical condition would remain stable in her field as long as they were in it and the field would burn away the less major injuries. The field can only be maintained within 35 feet of her. Kenna can now shoot 4 beams of light before needing a 6 post cook down. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ In this level all of her previous abilities stay the same, but she gains a most peculiar one, true to her Lioncourt name. At this level she gains the ability to conjure a pair of light-made wings capable of flight. The wings will remain active for 6 posts before needing an 8 post cool down. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Kenna's semblance has many drawbacks, the first being thatcutbisbentirely too easy to drain her aura with it. If she does, several things could happen depending on how she was using her semblance. If she was purely on the offence, she runs the risk if light attack back lashing and the white hit energy consuming her instead. If she was healing someone and pushes herself too far, whatever wounds she burned away from them will take form on her instead and with her aura drained she will be left vulnerable to death.
█HAIR ▬ White - long and thick, falling bait her butt to the middle of her thighs. █CLOTHING ▬ Usually dressed in dark colors with the flair of white or purple or gold. Long, black boots, leather gloves, and always a good of some sort of cloak that she used to use to hide her identity, now it's just habit. █ACCESSORIES ▬ While usually not flashy, she does enjoy shiny things and holds with her still a fresh family heirlooms that show their worth with their brilliance, including an earring in one of her ears. A choker necklace used to hide the scar on her neck. █EYES ▬ Grey █BUILD ▬ Small in stature, fit/strong, feminine/feline █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ The poor girl as multiple from her run ins with Eteria and the white crow. Most are hidden by clothinging, other than a particularly nasty one she received from Jonathan across her neck. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ A brand in the form of the Lioncourt Crest on her left shoulder, just below her collar bone. / Two, fluffy white lion ears atop her head.
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█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Strength - While she may not look it initially, the little lion is extremely powerful. This allows her to take mighty leaps and pounces while also dealing heavy blows. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Just like that of a true lion, Kenna has hightened eyesight. However, the true beauty of her faunus nature is in the deadly, powerful, and retractable claws she has, able to cut through flesh, fabric, and even softer solid objects such as leather or tree bark. █OTHER TALENTS Kenna's fighting style is very confrontational and predatory, especially when she feels like she's cornered: she is not afraid to pounce, tackle, or stoop to more animalistic ways of fighting. She will not hesitate to take the first move, feeling that hesitation is only another sign of weakness. Despite her agressive nature, she could also be considered elegant. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Stealth - Kenna is particularly good at sneaking by unnoticed when she wants too. █Weakest Skill ▬ While she isn't slowest of the mill, she could easily be outran. She is better suited too distance than speed alone. Her pride also often gets in the way of better judgement. █Other Skills ▬ Kenna is rather sneaky and is very good at going by unnoticed when she wants to. In a fight she looks for her opponents weaknesses and finds the best way to use them against them. She has great survival instincts, seei g as she survived on her own for years.
█LIKES █ ▬ Lazing about and lounging in the sun... If she isn't lounging, she's training. █ ▬ There are but a handful of people that have actually managed to wriggle their way into her heart, but she she admires strength. █ ▬ Meat - on the rarer side usually █ ▬ Trees - To rest under when the sun is too hot █ ▬ Other cats █DISLIKES █ ▬ Everyone? Especially the Lioncourts... most of them anyway █ ▬ Lettuce - It's so bland █ ▬ Water - While she can swim, she avoids it ar all costs █ ▬ Anything canine █ ▬ Eteria: The Lioncourts, The White Crows █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ While she hasn't always been this way, Kenna is full of anger and hate. In her eyes the world as an ugly and cruel place with no good left in it. She doesn't see it's worth or its vibrancy but rather just a blank page of black and grey. Often times she takes her hate of the world out on the people that inhabit it, often resenting a person before ever really giving them a chance. While she is not outwardly rude, she will not pretend to like someone just to be polite. Her distaste is always apparent, even if just by the expression on her face or the look on her face. While she is determined in her own goals, she will not pursue something if she finds it pointless. She is rather pessimistic and negative, rarely finding even the slightest bit of good in a situation. Kenna also frowns upon her weakness, both hers and others and she will not beat around the bush when expressing such opinions. Not many have found their way through the vastly guarded towers to her heart. Your chances are even slimmer if you did not know her before her world crumbled around her and her entire personality flipped. The few that have she keeps close to her and while she might come off as harsh or brash she would do anything to protect them. █Vernacular ▬ Her voice is soft but not so that it becomes inaudible. It is rich and pleasant on the ears but often times she speaks in a flat tone, only ever broken by her negative emotions. Hardly ever does she tell, but when she is angry or annoyed it becomes very evident in her voice. You might find her hissing out you when she's angry or startled and if you ever manage to catch her content enough she purrs on the occasion. █Positive Traits ▬ Determined, Headstrong, Resourceful, Observant, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Protective of those she cares for █Negative Traits ▬ Bitter, Angry, Pessimistic, Full of hatred, Prideful, Stubborn, Harsh, Quick to give up if she sees no point
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█BACKGROUND ▬ Kenna was born to two loving parents within the Lioncourt household. Her mother, Lyra Ezlyn ve Lioncourt had never been found of the Lioncourt ways. She was a peaceful spirit, with her healing abilities she was a perfect fit for Mercy. She never wished to be a fearsome warrior and even less so to force such a life upon her offspring. All she wanted was a happy life. A simple. More so, while so many bore the Lioncourt name with such pride and dignity, Lyra was ashamed of it. Unlike most, she knew the true horrors of the Lioncourt past. She knew the dark methods of which they sought power and the horrid torment they inflicted. They were rituals of old, long out of practice, but she had no desire to affiliate herself with such wretched things. She remained with her family out of loyalty and the pure fact that for the time her family was leaving her to her own business. She met a man, one that never would have passed in the times of old. He would have been considered an impurity to the bloodline, but she fell for the feline all the same. Silas Kingsley. Maybe it was that playful charm, that twinkle in his eyes, but she was head over heels before she could stop herself. It wasn't long before the two wed and produced and adorable little kitten. While they cherished their little lion cub, not only was she impure if the Luoncourt blood, but she was a true oddity. A feline faunus was almost unheard of in the Lioncourt name. However, that didn't stop her from ensuring the hearts of most who laid eyes on her. As a child she was both spunky and fun loving, always into some sort of trouble or mischief, but the guilty little smile she threw you afterwards was usually enough to make up for it. Kendall lived a relatively happy life in the Luincourt manner, though Lyra was always worried she was never truly safe. She bit her tongue for now, but she was always on the watch for anyone who might lay harm to her precious kitten.
It was in the halls that Kenna met Sensui for the very first time. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her little fingers. When he wasn't off on business it too busy training he often appeared her with silly games and thrilling stories. He also spoke to her of another little Lioncourt, a little bird with pure white wings. His little sister. Over the years they grew close and Sensui began to fee her as a second little sister and protected her much the same way he protected his own. She would come to owe him her life time and time again, but not for many years later when Eteria took to head of the house. The first warning sign was the almost immediate disappearance of Kreig, Lyra's brother. It was then that the woman knew things were going to get bad. She kept a watchful eye on the young Kenna, along with Sensui whule together the plotted the escape of her little family. They spent weeks preparing but when they caught whiff that the rituals and the purges had begun once more, Lyra and Silas knew they could not wait any longer. With the help of Sensui they escaped the manner and ran away to a small city in Vale. He came to visit his little feline friend as often as he could, always watching out for the little family and leading Eteria away from their scent. It was his job to catch them and bring them back, but as he told Eteria time and time again, they had just disappeared without a trace. Lyra and Kendall both dropped their Lioncourt names at that time, taking on the surname of Silas instead, content to live happily... simply.
Kenna was only seven when they left the Lioncourt manner and it was a bit if a culture shock. She was used to vast halls and a massive amount of freedom. Their house was small, not that she really minded. The hard part was that she was co fined to those walls nearly at all times. The only exceptions were the spare occasions she was allowed to play out in the yard, but she was never allowed to venture outside of the fence. It wasn't that her parents were cruel, they were just trying to protect her as always. Kenna's features were fairly distinct and they feared the more exposure she got the more likely it was for someone to learn of their true identities and thus leading Eteria ti their doorstep. Everything they did was for their daughter's safety, but that didn't change the fact that she got bored and lonely. Sensui visited when he could, but he was busy and beyond that couldn't risk too many trips their way lest drawing suspicion. In her young innocence, Kenna was both curious and playful. She craved to be wild and free, for the outside world. Often she would watch from her bedroom window or the slats of the fence at a blue-haired girl playing and showing off for her friends. The young cat wished to join but knew that she couldn't but that didn't stop Maria's curiosity. She began using her astral projection to process objects for Kenna's entertainment. They talked and played and the young girl managed to wriggle her way into Kenna's heart and that of her parents. Maria was Kenna's first true friend and the only. She lived Sensui if course, but he was family. A cousin that felt mire like a brother.
They lived happily for a few years, until about the time Kenna had turned eleven. It was on this night that the girl's entire life crumbled around her and she changed for good. Really it was inevitable that Eteria would have tracked them down eventually... and she did not come alone. She brought Jonathon with her. Only the most foul and sadistic of the family. He slaughtered her father first, who did not have the same Lioncourt training to even hope of defending himself. In the eyes of Jonathan and Eteria Silas was nothing. Useless. He wasn't worth their time or mercy. It was quick but none the less brutal and right in front of Kenna and her mother. Next was Lyra who taught valiantly for her daughter's life, but in the end she was no match for Jonathon. She was subdued and restrained and left to Eteria to perform the ancient ritual on her, stealing her soul and thus turning Kenna's mother into a White Crow. Just another one of her pawns. During which, Kenna was left to Jonathon and oh did he have fun with her. He put the child through unthinkable acts, cringe-worthy tortures... truly unspeakable things. He wanted to hear her scream, he found pleasure in it, and scream she did... again and again until her voice became hoarse. Once Jonathon had his fun and Kenna was left desperately clinging to the barest strings of life, Eteria continued on with her plan, ready to perform the ritual on Jonathan before taking Kenna's life for herself. She wanted it to be by her hand. Not out of pleasure or spite, but simply to be deliberate. She wanted to be sure it was done right. Kenna stared death in the face for the first time that night. She was too weak to fight back, her aura struggling to keep her alive, let alone channel her semblance. Right before Eteria could land the finishing blow, a very special person with the ability of Astral projection stepped in. The details of that night are still a little blurry, but she remembers vividly the empty vehicle that came crashing through the wall and into Eteria. Even more so clearly the image of the empty vessel the woman really was. It was gruesome, horrific. It haunts her mind to this day, along with that twisted smile of Jonathan's.
The two children managed to escape the tragic scene of her shattered homes and back to Maria's adoptive parents. Kenna had never been allowed to wander this far outside of her home but she wasn't even in a state of mind that she could enjoy it. Clothes ripped, skin stained with blood, pale face streaked with tears, Kenna had gone past the point of hysterics. Her expression was blank. Empty. Steely eyes had gone cold, once filled with mischief and wonder they'd become void of any emotion. A piece of her head died that night along with her parents. An innocence, a curiosity... the child that had once brought laughter and love to all those she touched was no more. Gone. Shattered. An empty husk of the person she had once been. Kenna followed silently behind Maira. She remembered the blue haired girl taking her hand, urgently tugging her along, but Kenna hardly had the strength or the will to hold on. The sight of their daughter tugging along the feline, white fur and hair stained crimson, must have been a sight to be hold. Kenna could remember vaguely the worried expressions on their faces, the concerned fluctuations of their voices. She remembered warm hands on her, a damp cloth wiping away at the blood, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Questions. There had been so many questions but Kenna hadn't been able to find the words to utter such horrors aloud. She just stared ahead with the same blank stare, leaving Maria to explain the broken up pieces that she could. After all, what did she know of the Lioncourts and the White Crows. Nothing yet... but it would soon become very clear to her.
As any good parents would have been, they were fearful and anxious. How were they to keep their daughter safe along with this orphaned kitten? It wasn't long before the answer showed up on their door. Lafelle, an aunt Kenna had heard of but had been yet to meet arrived just a few short hours after the incident. She was able to brink a bit more clarity to the situation, despite her presence in the middle of the night being such a surprise. She explained that Kenna wouldn't be safe here, but that she could keep her safe. Thus, Kenna was sent away with a near stranger, not that she objected. She didn't have it in her. The small child was still just an empty shell. She was afraid to let even the slightest bit of emotion in because if she did... it would open up the floodgates and she would surely drown in the tidal wave that would surely consume her. The pain, the fear, the loss... it was all to much. It hurt her mangled heart... like pouring salt into an open wound. It made her sick.. the things that man had done to her... It was best to just not think of it. So she walked on in silence with Lafelle, but she remembered the sound of her voice was soothing and her hands were gentle. The woman reminded her of her own mother and it was equally painful as it was comforting. They were unable to make it far that first night due to Kenna's exhaustion and her need for medical attention. They got far enough away that they would be safe and then spent the night in a small inn. Sleep did not come easy to the young child and what little sleep she managed was haunted by the memories painted to vividly clear across her mind.
They continued their journey across the next few days. Kenna remained silent and distant but Lafelle was patient with the girl. Patient and gentle. However, as time went on, a new type of pain erupted in her chest. She was still grieving the loss of her parents, but she was missing Maria dearly. One of the only people left in the world that she truly cared for. Really she should not have been surprised when her friend appeared out of the blue in her astral form. It was such a common thing between the two, but Kenna hadn't expected her to follow her so far. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to see her. Something sparked in those cold dead eyes. Just a shimmer, barely there, but it was something beyond the lifeless stare she'd borne since that night. So after a heartfelt reunion and a chaotic search for the body Maria had lost three days back, they arrived at Lafee's manner where she cared for them over the next couple of years. Over time Kenna became less of a husk, but she was never the same as she used to be. Once adventures, fun-loving, and outgoing; she was now angry, bitter and pessimistic. Her pain had torment had grown into a hate for the world and the people in it. She was consumed by angst, immediately mistrusting of others, and often throwing distaste before she ever really knew a person. The exception was Lafee who had already managed to fight her way into the girl's heart, along with Maria that had been there long before. There were occasionally glimpses of the old Kenna, a laugh here, a smile there. Usually it was Maria causing the reactions, but it was still not the same. Never as full, always shadowed by the weight baring down on her.
When the time came they were both enrolled and admitted at Signal. That had been Maria's dream all along and for Kendall it was thee safest option. The Lioncourts were still trying to keep a good reputation, so in the eye of the public under the careful watch of teachers and staff, she would be safe. Kenna agreed, but not for the reasons they might have thought. She had a newfound hate of weakness, that of hers and others. In her young mind, if she had been stronger, she could have done something that night. Saved them, saved herself. So she went to Signal with the idea that she could get stronger and makeup for the weakness that had cost her so much. Both excelled in Signal, though it was Maria that really shown through. She enjoyed the spotlight, the attention, and Kenna didn't mind. She was content to lurk in the shadows, practicing and excelling on her own. Despite being a year younger than Maria, Kenna passed the exams and was admitted into Beacon at the young age of fifteen. It was here that Team MAKO was formed, Maria as leader of course. The idea for the team was originally train and prepare to go after Eteria and the White Crows, and with Maria's persistence, to protect Kenna who was being hunted and tracked to this day. Their purpose expanded over time, but that was their first real goal. Beacon became a true safe haven, more so than Signal. It was a place that she was untouchable in the eyes of the Lioncourts. For once she was not constantly looking over her shoulder.She was still jumpy, paranoid, but for the first time some of her fear had subsided.
The team was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with Maria as their leader. They quickly climbed through the ranks, impressing that of the staff and their own personal mentor. However, it was all short lived. It wasn't long before it all came crumbling around them. Maria's health was starting to fail. It started subtle, but it wasn't long before even the smallest bits of combat left her bedridden. Watching her go through so much pain, physically and mentally, not being able to help... it killed Kenna. She hated it, but she was also practical. Maria couldn't lead in such conditions. So she stepped forth with her opinion, stating so bluntly how the world fed on weakness and Maria had become weak, making them weak. She knew it was something Feralis would always resent her for, not that the wold liked her much anyway. Not that she liked him either. Yet, he would never know the true reasons behind her decision to come forward. Even though she was the one left in charge, she was never looking for power or glory. She just wanted to keep Maria safe. In the end it was their mentor, Rachel, who suggested that Maria leave Beacon because she was in no condition to fight. Being separated from her childhood friend was a horrible and painful thing. Kenna wanted nothing more than to follow her and to be by her side, but she couldn't. It was not safe for her and she would only bring her danger to Maria. She would have been caught in the crossfire and Kenna would not have been able to bare that. With Maria gone, it wasn't long before the team fell apart. Feralis and her tolerated each other on the best of days and with the newfound resentment, without the glue that was Maria, they could not have possibly gone on. Feralis went wolf, but once they realized what had happened, it was too late. He was gone and they hadn't the slightest clue where to look. Besides, it was usually Maria who managed to get through to him. Kenna had no choice but to leave. Beacon was not the same without Maria and without her by her side, the fear of the Lioncourts began creeping back in ten fold. She wasn't sure what happened to the fourth member of their team, for the feline abandoned Beacon in the middle of the night.
Kenna went off the grid, deactivating her scroll, moving place to place and never staying for too long. She managed to evade the Lioncourts for four long and lonely years. However, all the way she was trying to sneak closer, find away to destroy Eteria and get revenge. She was sneaky, stealthy, and that aided her in her goal, but the Lioncourts were always one step ahead. They White Crows finally caught her trail when she was nineteen. Luckily for her, Sensui heard of their departure and came to her aid once more. The two of them fought valiantly. They were both strong individuals with unique and powerful semblances. Sure, they were outnumbered, but it would have been entirely possible for them to hinder them enough to escape. A fatal mistake was made when Kenna managed to break the mask of one of the White Crows, revealing the pale face and white locks of her mother. The girl was first stunned. This was the first time she'd seen her mother since that night, and in that moment it did not matter that it was just a mind controlled corpse. It didn't matter that her soul was locked to Eteria, forced to do her every will. It didn't matter that it was not really her mother, memories locked away tight and it did not matter that she was holding a blade to Kenna's chest. Those pale blue eyes that had once looked at her with such love and demotion were nothing more than an empty void. She couldn't find it in her to move, let alone defend herself. She felt like her heart, what remained of it anyway, had been ripped haphazardly out of her chest and crushed upon the ground. Were it not for Sensui, the blade would have cut right through her. He was screaming at her to run, the panic in his voice was what finally broke through to her. She pushed her body to its brink, running blindly through the trees and shrubbery. She only made it a few miles before she collapsed. When they White Crows found her, in was in a hysterical heap upon the ground. Too inured, exhausted, and emotional to fight back against them, she was dragged back to the Lioncourt manner.
Kenna only had happy memories of such a place, but they were all about to shatter around her, just like the rest of her life. It was then that she was finally branded with the vest if the Lioncourts, despite not being pure of blood. She'd escaped too many times and Eteria had had it. She might just resolve to using the ritual on her. Especially with the fear of losing her daughter. It was here that for the second time she watched someone fight so valiantly to protect her and for the second time she watched Eteria cut them down. The pain that wreaked havoc upon her was far worse than any of the torture Jonathan had put her through. Her heart, already so beaten and battered was pierced with loss once more. She met his eyes,one final time, and she knew what he would tell her to do. Run. So she did, but the image of him, of his death, would be burnt into her brain for all of time. It would follow her to her nightmares, just like so many others. There were screams, sobs, complete chaos. It was enough to distract everyone long enough for her to escape. She was blinded by her tears, but this time she didn't stop. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion. He had died to protect her and he would not let that be in vain. However, that didn't stop the guilt from eating away at her or the agony of his death from consuming her. It was more of a subconscious thing that brought her back to the city of Vale. She walked blindly, mind too fogged to ever really care where she was headed. What did it matter at this point? She was all alone with nowhere to go, or so she thought. She supposed her feet took her back because that was the home of Beacon Academy, the only place she had ever been safe. When their only mentor found her, it would have been in much the same state that Lafelle had found her in all those years ago. Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her smoke-colored eyes.
Kenna received quite the lecture from Rachel. She went off on her about how she was being selfish, childish, weak. Grow up and stop whining like a baby. Suck it up. You're better than this. It mostly fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mindset to listen or care... but it did spark something in her. With the strangest urge to turn her scroll back on, she found an influx of messages from Maria. All that time away and they had never stopped. Some of them were only a few days old. Maria was returning to Beacon. That was all she needed. She was still in pain, still mourning the loss of so many loved ones, but the anger was back. She would make Eteria pay for what she'd done, but she could not do it untrained and she could not do it alone. So she cleaned herself up and set forth to prepare for the mission ahead. Kenna didn't respond to the messages. After years of silence a silly text message seemed inadequate. She wanted their reunion and she already had her mind made up. Once again she found herself retaking exams and tests, being reevaluated. It was no surprise the feline faunus was let back into Beacon. She knew Maria would forgive her. She knew she would understand, but that didn't stop that guilt. Maria had always been there for her, but Kenna had left her when she needed her most. Whether she had a choice in the matter or not did not matter. There was also one other thing holding her back. In her time off the grid, she had ventured back to the village they grew up in. She thought that maybe she could overhear something on Maria through her family. Surely they would have checked up on her, but she found the house in ruins... and it was easy to guess what had happened. Having been isolated in a hospital, she doubted Maria would know, which meant she would have to be the one to tell her... and she had to ask herself? Had she brought her friend more good or more pain in their time together?
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Ultio █ ▬ True to the elegance of the Lioncourt fighting style, Kenna wilds a beautifully crafted rapier that with the help of a magnetic retraction/expansion mechanism can actually transform into a serrated whip.The weapon is very close to her heart as the blade itself once belonged to her mother. The second form she added and constructed herself while in Signal. █Melee Form ▬ Rapier - The steel blade, unique in its amethyst hues, is approximately 45 inches long from the tip of the handle to the tip of the blade. Its hilt is capable of holding dust vials, only four at one time, that she can use in her combat for various effects. █Ranged Form ▬ Serrated Whip - Through a magnetic connection the blade of her rapier can actually separate and expand. They are attached to a thick metal cord with serrated edges, appointed 8 feet in length. Her blade is divided into eight separate pieces, spread evenly along the cord, ending with the tip of the rapier. The hilt of the weapon stays completely intact and she can also use her dust vials along the length of the whip. (How it works, essentially.) █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Dust █ ▬ The biggest drawback to her weapon is that it is purely a melee weapon, she has not the ability to shoot ammo, physical or dust. She is instantly at a disadvantage when fighting against enemies with guns and cannot fight back unless they are within her range. Her rapier blade also has a few weak spots, do to the way it separates. If hit on one of those weak spots with enough pressure the blade would shatter. █OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ 10 Throwing Knives █ ▬ █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ 8 Dust Vials █ ▬ █ ▬
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█*NAME ▬ Sanctus Ignis █*AURA COLOR ▬ Silver with hints of amethyst █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Kenna's semblance essentially allows her the basic manipulation of light. She was born of two bloodlines, Destruction and Mercy, and as such her semblance has qualities of both. She can use it for simple things such as light and heat or in much more complicated forms such as the ability to cause pain or heal wounds. As she grows stronger, so does her light. She gains new abilities and a faster range of uses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ In this level, Kenna's ability revolves around the creation and manipulation of light orbs. They are relatively small only six inches in diameter but they shine brightly and generate a significant amount if warmth. She is able to generate 6 orbs, only 2 at a time, before needing a 5 post cool down. The orbs last until the have made contact with their target before dissolving away. The orbs are a form of attack, energized balls of light that burn like white hot flames. They are not enough to kill, but rather damage a person and drain their aura. Kenna also create a small bubble of light, just large enough to encompass a singular person. The bubble is capable healing minor injuries (small cuts, scrapes, or bruises) by quite literally burning them away. She can keep the pod active for 3 posts before needing a 8 post cool down. It can only be maintained within fifteen feet of her. █*LEVEL 1▬ In this level both of her abilities grow stronger as well as she gains a third. She can now summon 8 orbs of light before needing a 5 post cool down. The size of her light pod expands to 6 ft by 6 ft, capable of fitting multiple people if close together. She can burn away more serious wounds but nothing worse than deep cuts and gashes. It can remain active for 4 posts before needing a 6 post cool down and must be kept within 25 feet of her. Once the field is activated, it will remain in that spot. While she can move the field, it requires a lot of energy and drains her aura. Often it leads to her not being able to keep the field activated as long. At this level she can now shoot powerful beams of light from her palms. The attacks are much stronger than the orbs but she can only shoot them 2 times before needing a 6 post cool down. █*LEVEL 2▬ At this level all of her abilities receive a strength increase. She can create and manipulate 10 orbs before needing a five post cool down. Once again her light field expands to 10 ft by 10 feet. It can remain active for 6 posts before needing a 6 post cool down. While she is now capable of burning away and healing much more serious wounds, she cannot cure anything fatal and her ability only effects the skin, muscle, and tissue, not bones. While she can't cure anything fatal, someone in critical condition would remain stable in her field as long as they were in it and the field would burn away the less major injuries. The field can only be maintained within 35 feet of her. Kenna can now shoot 4 beams of light before needing a 6 post cook down. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ In this level all of her previous abilities stay the same, but she gains a most peculiar one, true to her Lioncourt name. At this level she gains the ability to conjure a pair of light-made wings capable of flight. The wings will remain active for 6 posts before needing an 8 post cool down. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Kenna's semblance has many drawbacks, the first being thatcutbisbentirely too easy to drain her aura with it. If she does, several things could happen depending on how she was using her semblance. If she was purely on the offence, she runs the risk if light attack back lashing and the white hit energy consuming her instead. If she was healing someone and pushes herself too far, whatever wounds she burned away from them will take form on her instead and with her aura drained she will be left vulnerable to death.
█HAIR ▬ White - long and thick, falling past her waist █CLOTHING ▬ Usual Battle Attire: Usually dressed in dark colors with the flair of white or purple or gold. Long, black boots, leather gloves, and always some sort of cloak that she used to use to hide her identity, now it's just habit. █ACCESSORIES ▬ While usually not flashy, she does enjoy shiny things and holds with her still a few family heirlooms that show their worth with their brilliance, including a locket, her mother's diamond wedding ring, and her fathers gold wedding band. She also wears a choker necklace used to hide the scar on her neck. █EYES ▬ Grey █BUILD ▬ Small in stature and slender, fit/strong, feminine/feline █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ The poor girl as multiple from her run ins with Eteria and the white crows. Most are hidden by clothing, other than a particularly nasty one she received from Jonathan across her neck. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ A brand in the form of the Lioncourt Crest just below her left collar bone. Two, fluffy white lion ears atop her head and a tail.
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█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Strength - While she may not look it initially, the little lion is extremely powerful. This allows her to take mighty leaps and pounces while also dealing heavy blows. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Just like that of a true lion, Kenna has heightened eyesight. However, the true beauty of her faunus nature is in the deadly, powerful, and retractable claws she has, able to cut through flesh, fabric, and even softer solid objects such as leather or tree bark. █OTHER TALENTS Kenna's fighting style is very confrontational and predatory, especially when she feels like she's cornered: she is not afraid to pounce, tackle, or stoop to more animalistic ways of fighting. She will not hesitate to take the first move, feeling that hesitation is only another sign of weakness. Despite her aggressive nature, she could also be considered elegant. Extreme reflexes allow her to respond faster than the average person. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Stealth - Kenna is particularly good at sneaking by unnoticed when she wants too. █Weakest Skill ▬ While she isn't slowest of the mill, she could easily be outran. She is better suited too distance than speed alone. Her pride also often gets in the way of better judgement. She has a hard time asking for help, even when she needs it. She would much rather suffer alone in silence than admit she can't do something by herself. This often leads to her biting off more than she can chew. While very strong, she is quite small which makes her easier to restrain when it comes down to it. High-tempered, she will easily fall to taunts and jabs, causing her to abandon all caution and react without thinking. █Other Skills ▬ She has a heightened sense of smell, allowing her to better take in her surroundings as well as track to a small degree. In a fight she looks for her opponents weaknesses and finds the best way to use it them against them. She has great survival instincts, seeing as she survived on her own for years.
█LIKES █ ▬ Lazing about and lounging in the sun... If she isn't lounging, she's training. █ ▬ There are but a handful of people that have actually managed to wriggle their way into her heart, but she admires strength. █ ▬ Meat - on the rarer side usually █ ▬ Trees - To rest under when the sun is too hot █ ▬ Other cats █DISLIKES █ ▬ Everyone? Especially the Lioncourts... most of them anyway █ ▬ Lettuce - It's so bland █ ▬ Water - While she can swim, she avoids it at all costs █ ▬ Anything canine █ ▬ Eteria: The Lioncourts, The White Crows █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ While she hasn't always been this way, Kenna is full of anger and hate. In her eyes the world as an ugly and cruel place with no good left in it. She doesn't see it's worth or its vibrancy but rather just a blank page of black and grey. Often times she takes her hate of the world out on the people that inhabit it, often resenting a person before ever really giving them a chance. While she is not outwardly rude, she will not pretend to like someone just to be polite. Her distaste is always apparent, even if just by the expression on her face or the tone of her voice. On that note, if she truly hates a person, she will not try to quiet her opinion or reign in the insults. While she is determined in her own goals, she will not pursue something if she finds it pointless. She is rather pessimistic and negative, rarely finding even the slightest bit of good in a situation. Kenna also frowns upon weakness, both hers and others and she will not beat around the bush when expressing such opinions. Not many have found their way through the vastly guarded towers to her heart. Your chances are even slimmer if you did not know her before her world crumbled around her and her entire personality flipped. The few that have she keeps close to her and while she might come off as harsh or brash she would do anything to protect them. █Vernacular ▬ Her voice is soft but not so that it becomes inaudible. It is rich and pleasant on the ears but often times she speaks in a flat tone, only ever broken by her negative emotions. When she is angry or annoyed it becomes very evident in her voice. She is quick to yell and even quicker to swear. You might find her hissing out you when she's angry or startled and if you ever manage to catch her content enough she purrs on the occasion. █Positive Traits ▬ Determined, Headstrong, Resourceful, Observant, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Protective of those she cares for █Negative Traits ▬ Bitter, Angry, Pessimistic, Full of hatred, Prideful, Stubborn, Harsh, Quick to give up if she sees no point
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█BACKGROUND ▬ Kenna was born to two loving parents within the Lioncourt household. Her mother, Lyra Ezlyn ve Lioncourt had never been found of the Lioncourt ways. She was a peaceful spirit, with her healing abilities she was a perfect fit for Mercy. She never wished to be a fearsome warrior and even less so to force such a life upon her offspring. All she wanted was a happy life. A simple life. More so, while so many bore the Lioncourt name with such pride and dignity, Lyra was ashamed of it. Unlike most, she knew the true horrors of the Lioncourt past. She knew the dark methods of which they sought power and the horrid torment they inflicted. They were rituals of old, long out of practice, but she had no desire to affiliate herself with such wretched things. She remained with her family out of loyalty and the pure fact that for the time her family was leaving her to her own business. She met a man, one that never would have passed in the times of old. He would have been considered an impurity to the bloodline, but she fell for the feline all the same. Silas Kingsley. Maybe it was that playful charm, that twinkle in his eyes, but she was head over heels before she could stop herself. It wasn't long before the two wed and produced and adorable little kitten. While they cherished their little lion cub, not only was she impure of the Luoncourt blood, but she was a true oddity. A feline faunus was almost unheard of in the Lioncourt name. However, that didn't stop her from ensaring the hearts of most who laid eyes on her. As a child she was both spunky and fun loving, always into some sort of trouble or mischief, but the guilty little smile she threw you afterwards was usually enough to make up for it. Kendall lived a relatively happy life in the Lioncourt manner, though Lyra was always worried she was never truly safe. She bit her tongue for now, but she was always on the watch for anyone who might lay harm to her precious kitten.
It was in the halls that Kenna met Sensui for the very first time. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her little fingers. When he wasn't off on business or too busy training he often appeased her with silly games and thrilling stories. He also spoke to her of another little Lioncourt, a little bird with pure white wings. His little sister. Over the years they grew close and Sensui began to view her as a second little sister and protected her much the same way he protected his own. She would come to owe him her life time and time again, but not for many years later when Eteria took to head of the house. The first warning sign was the almost immediate disappearance of Kreig, Lyra's brother. It was then that the woman knew things were going to get bad. She kept a watchful eye on the young Kenna, along with Sensui while together they plotted the escape of her little family. They spent weeks preparing but when they caught whiff that the rituals and the purges had begun once more, Lyra and Silas knew they could not wait any longer. With the help of Sensui they escaped the manner and ran away to a small city in Vale. He came to visit his little feline friend as often as he could, always watching out for the little family and leading Eteria away from their scent. It was his job to catch them and bring them back, but as he told Eteria time and time again, they had just disappeared without a trace. Lyra and Kendall both dropped their Lioncourt names at that time, taking on the surname of Silas, Kingsley, instead. Content to live happily... simply.
Kenna was only seven when they left the Lioncourt manner and it was a bit of a culture shock. She was used to vast halls and a massive amount of freedom. Their house was small, not that she really minded. The hard part was that she was confined to those walls nearly at all times. The only exceptions were the spare occasions she was allowed to play out in the yard, but she was never allowed to venture outside of the fence. It wasn't that her parents were cruel, they were just trying to protect her, as always. Kenna's features were fairly distinct and they feared the more exposure she got the more likely it was for someone to learn of their true identities and thus leading Eteria to their doorstep. Everything they did was for their daughter's safety, but that didn't change the fact that she got bored and lonely. Sensui visited when he could, but he was busy and beyond that couldn't risk too many trips their way lest drawing suspicion. In her young innocence, Kenna was both curious and playful. She craved to be wild and free, for the outside world. Often she would watch from her bedroom window or the slats of the fence at a blue-haired girl playing and showing off for her friends. The young cat wished to join but knew that she couldn't but that didn't stop Maria's curiosity. She began using her astral projection to process objects for Kenna's entertainment. They talked and played and the young girl managed to wriggle her way into Kenna's heart and that of her parents. Maria was Kenna's first true friend and the only. She loved Sensui if course, but he was family. A cousin that felt mire like a brother.
They lived happily for a few years, until about the time Kenna had turned eleven. It was on this night that the girl's entire life crumbled around her and she changed for good. Really it was inevitable that Eteria would have tracked them down eventually... and she did not come alone. She brought Jonathon with her. Only the most foul and sadistic of the family. He slaughtered her father first, who did not have the same Lioncourt training to even hope of defending himself. In the eyes of Jonathan and Eteria Silas was nothing. Useless. He wasn't worth their time or mercy. It was quick but none the less brutal and right in front of Kenna and her mother. Next was Lyra who taught valiantly for her daughter's life, but in the end she was no match for Jonathon. She was subdued and restrained and left to Eteria to perform the ancient ritual on her, stealing her soul and thus turning Kenna's mother into a White Crow. Just another one of her pawns. During which, Kenna was left to Jonathon and oh did he have fun with her. He put the child through unthinkable acts, cringe-worthy tortures... truly unspeakable things. He wanted to hear her scream, he found pleasure in it, and scream she did... again and again until her voice became hoarse. Once Jonathon had his fun and Kenna was left desperately clinging to the barest strings of life, Eteria continued on with her plan, ready to perform the ritual on Jonathan before taking Kenna's life for herself. She wanted it to be by her hand. Not out of pleasure or spite, but simply to be deliberate. She wanted to be sure it was done right. Kenna stared death in the face for the first time that night. She was too weak to fight back, her aura struggling to keep her alive, let alone channel her semblance. Right before Eteria could land the finishing blow, a very special person with the ability of Astral projection stepped in. The details of that night are still a little blurry, but she remembers vividly the empty vehicle that came crashing through the wall and into Eteria. Even more so clearly the image of the empty vessel the woman really was. It was gruesome, horrific. It haunts her mind to this day, along with that twisted smile of Jonathan's.
The two children managed to escape the tragic scene of her shattered homes and back to Maria's adoptive parents. Kenna had never been allowed to wander this far outside of her home but she wasn't even in a state of mind that she could enjoy it. Clothes ripped, skin stained with blood, pale face streaked with tears, Kenna had gone past the point of hysterics. Her expression was blank. Empty. Steely eyes had gone cold, once filled with mischief and wonder they'd become void of any emotion. A piece of her had died that night along with her parents. An innocence, a curiosity... the child that had once brought laughter and love to all those she touched was no more. Gone. Shattered. An empty husk of the person she had once been. Kenna followed silently behind Maira. She remembered the blue haired girl taking her hand, urgently tugging her along, but Kenna hardly had the strength or the will to hold on. The sight of their daughter tugging along the feline, white fur and hair stained crimson, must have been a sight to behold for Maria's parents. Kenna could remember vaguely the worried expressions on their faces, the concerned fluctuations of their voices. She remembered warm hands on her, a damp cloth wiping away at the blood, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Questions. There had been so many questions but Kenna hadn't been able to find the words to utter such horrors aloud. She just stared ahead with the same blank stare, leaving Maria to explain the broken up pieces that she could. After all, what did she know of the Lioncourts and the White Crows. Nothing yet... but it would soon become very clear to her.
As any good parents would have been, they were fearful and anxious. How were they to keep their daughter safe along with this orphaned kitten? It wasn't long before the answer showed up on their door. Lafelle, an aunt Kenna had heard of but had been yet to meet arrived just a few short hours after the incident. She was able to brink a bit more clarity to the situation, despite her presence in the middle of the night being such a surprise. She explained that Kenna wouldn't be safe here, but that she could keep her safe. Thus, Kenna was sent away with a near stranger, not that she objected. She didn't have it in her. The small child was still just an empty shell. She was afraid to let even the slightest bit of emotion in because if she did... it would open up the floodgates and she would surely drown in the tidal wave that would consume her. The pain, the fear, the loss... it was all to much. It hurt her mangled heart... like pouring salt into an open wound. It made her sick.. the things that man had done to her... It was best to just not think of it. So she walked on in silence with Lafelle, but she remembered the sound of her voice was soothing and her hands were gentle. The woman reminded her of her own mother and it was equally painful as it was comforting. They were unable to make it far that first night due to Kenna's exhaustion and her need for medical attention. They got far enough away that they would be safe and then spent the night in a small inn. Sleep did not come easy to the young child and what little sleep she managed was haunted by the memories painted too vividly clear across her mind.
They continued their journey across the next few days. Kenna remained silent and distant but Lafelle was patient with the girl. Patient and gentle. However, as time went on, a new type of pain erupted in her chest. She was still grieving the loss of her parents, but she was missing Maria dearly. One of the only people left in the world that she truly cared for. Really she should not have been surprised when her friend appeared out of the blue in her astral form. It was such a common thing between the two, but Kenna hadn't expected her to follow her so far. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to see her. Something sparked in those cold dead eyes. Just a shimmer, barely there, but it was something beyond the lifeless stare she'd borne since that night. So after a heartfelt reunion and a chaotic search for the body Maria had lost three days back, they arrived at Lafelle's manner where she cared for them over the next couple of years. Over time Kenna became less of a husk, but she was never the same as she used to be. Once adventurous, fun-loving, and outgoing; she was now angry, bitter and pessimistic. Her pain had torment had grown into a hate for the world and the people in it. She was consumed by angst, immediately mistrusting of others, and often throwing distaste before she ever really knew a person. The exception was Lafelle who had already managed to fight her way into the girl's heart, along with Maria that had been there long before. There were occasionally glimpses of the old Kenna, a laugh here, a smile there. Usually it was Maria causing the reactions, but it was still not the same. Never as full, always shadowed by the weight baring down on her.
When the time came they were both enrolled and admitted at Signal. That had been Maria's dream all along and for Kendall it was thee safest option. The Lioncourts were still trying to keep a good reputation, so in the eye of the public under the careful watch of teachers and staff, she would be safe. Kenna agreed, but not for the reasons they might have thought. She had a newfound hate of weakness, that of hers and others. In her young mind, if she had been stronger, she could have done something that night. Saved them, saved herself. So she went to Signal with the idea that she could get stronger and makeup for the weakness that had cost her so much. Both excelled in Signal, though it was Maria that really shown through. She enjoyed the spotlight, the attention, and Kenna didn't mind. She was content to lurk in the shadows, practicing and excelling on her own. Despite being a year younger than Maria, Kenna passed the exams and was admitted into Beacon at the young age of fifteen. It was here that Team MAKO was formed, Maria as leader of course. The idea for the team was originally train and prepare to go after Eteria and the White Crows, and with Maria's persistence, to protect Kenna who was being hunted and tracked to this day. Their purpose expanded over time, but that was their first real goal. Beacon became a true safe haven, more so than Signal. It was a place that she was untouchable in the eyes of the Lioncourts. For once she was not constantly looking over her shoulder. She was still jumpy, paranoid, but for the first time some of her fear had subsided.
The team was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with Maria as their leader. They quickly climbed through the ranks, impressing that of the staff and their own personal mentor. However, it was all short lived. It wasn't long before it all came crumbling around them. Maria's health was starting to fail. It started subtle, but it wasn't long before even the smallest bits of combat left her bedridden. Watching her go through so much pain, physically and mentally, not being able to help... it killed Kenna. She hated it, but she was also practical. Maria couldn't lead in such conditions. So she stepped forth with her opinion, stating so bluntly how the world fed on weakness and Maria had become weak, making them weak. She knew it was something Feralis would always resent her for, not that the wolf liked her much anyway. Not that she liked him either. Yet, he would never know the true reasons behind her decision to come forward. Even though she was the one left in charge, she was never looking for power or glory. She just wanted to keep Maria safe. In the end it was their mentor, Rachel, who suggested that Maria leave Beacon because she was in no condition to fight. Being separated from her childhood friend was a horrible and painful thing. Kenna wanted nothing more than to follow her and to be by her side, but she couldn't. It was not safe for her and she would only bring her danger to Maria. She would have been caught in the crossfire and Kenna would not have been able to bare that. With Maria gone, it wasn't long before the team fell apart. Feralis and her tolerated each other on the best of days and with the newfound resentment, without the glue that was Maria, they could not have possibly gone on. Feralis went wolf, but once they realized what had happened, it was too late. He was gone and they hadn't the slightest clue where to look. Besides, it was usually Maria who managed to get through to him. Kenna had no choice but to leave. Beacon was not the same without Maria and without her by her side, the fear of the Lioncourts began creeping back in ten fold. She wasn't sure what happened to the fourth member of their team, for the feline abandoned Beacon in the middle of the night.
Kenna went off the grid, deactivating her scroll, moving place to place and never staying for too long. She managed to evade the Lioncourts for four long and lonely years. However, all the way she was trying to sneak closer, find away to destroy Eteria and get revenge. She was sneaky, stealthy, and that aided her in her goal, but the Lioncourts were always one step ahead. They White Crows finally caught her trail when she was nineteen. Luckily for her, Sensui heard of their departure and came to her aid once more. The two of them fought valiantly. They were both strong individuals with unique and powerful semblances. Sure, they were outnumbered, but it would have been entirely possible for them to hinder them enough to escape. A fatal mistake was made when Kenna managed to break the mask of one of the White Crows, revealing the pale face and white locks of her mother. The girl was first stunned. This was the first time she'd seen her mother since that night, and in that moment it did not matter that it was just a mind controlled corpse. It didn't matter that her soul was locked to Eteria, forced to do her every will. It didn't matter that it was not really her mother, memories locked away tight and it did not matter that she was holding a blade to Kenna's chest. Those pale blue eyes that had once looked at her with such love and demotion were nothing more than an empty void. She couldn't find it in her to move, let alone defend herself. She felt like her heart, what remained of it anyway, had been ripped haphazardly out of her chest and crushed upon the ground. Were it not for Sensui, the blade would have cut right through her. He was screaming at her to run, the panic in his voice was what finally broke through to her. She pushed her body to its brink, running blindly through the trees and shrubbery. She only made it a few miles before she collapsed. When they White Crows found her, in was in a hysterical heap upon the ground. Too inured, exhausted, and emotional to fight back against them, she was dragged back to the Lioncourt manner.
Kenna only had happy memories of such a place, but they were all about to shatter around her, just like the rest of her life. It was then that she was finally branded with the vest if the Lioncourts, despite not being pure of blood. She'd escaped too many times and Eteria had had it. She might just resolve to using the ritual on her. Especially with the fear of losing her daughter. It was here that for the second time she watched someone fight so valiantly to protect her and for the second time she watched Eteria cut them down. The pain that wreaked havoc upon her was far worse than any of the torture Jonathan had put her through. Her heart, already so beaten and battered was pierced with loss once more. She met his eyes,one final time, and she knew what he would tell her to do. Run. So she did, but the image of him, of his death, would be burnt into her brain for all of time. It would follow her to her nightmares, just like so many others. There were screams, sobs, complete chaos. It was enough to distract everyone long enough for her to escape. She was blinded by her tears, but this time she didn't stop. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion. He had died to protect her and he would not let that be in vain. However, that didn't stop the guilt from eating away at her or the agony of his death from consuming her. It was more of a subconscious thing that brought her back to the city of Vale. She walked blindly, mind too fogged to ever really care where she was headed. What did it matter at this point? She was all alone with nowhere to go, or so she thought. She supposed her feet took her back because that was the home of Beacon Academy, the only place she had ever been safe. When their only mentor found her, it would have been in much the same state that Lafelle had found her in all those years ago. Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her smoke-colored eyes.
Kenna received quite the lecture from Rachel. She went off on her about how she was being selfish, childish, weak. Grow up and stop whining like a baby. Suck it up. You're better than this. It mostly fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mindset to listen or care... but it did spark something in her. With the strangest urge to turn her scroll back on, she found an influx of messages from Maria. All that time away and they had never stopped. Some of them were only a few days old. Maria was returning to Beacon. That was all she needed. She was still in pain, still mourning the loss of so many loved ones, but the anger was back. She would make Eteria pay for what she'd done, but she could not do it untrained and she could not do it alone. So she cleaned herself up and set forth to prepare for the mission ahead. Kenna didn't respond to the messages. After years of silence a silly text message seemed inadequate. She wanted their reunion and she already had her mind made up. Once again she found herself retaking exams and tests, being reevaluated. It was no surprise the feline faunus was let back into Beacon. She knew Maria would forgive her. She knew she would understand, but that didn't stop that guilt. Maria had always been there for her, but Kenna had left her when she needed her most. Whether she had a choice in the matter or not did not matter. There was also one other thing holding her back. In her time off the grid, she had ventured back to the village they grew up in. She thought that maybe she could overhear something on Maria through her family. Surely they would have checked up on her, but she found the house in ruins... and it was easy to guess what had happened. Having been isolated in a hospital, she doubted Maria would know, which meant she would have to be the one to tell her... and she had to ask herself? Had she brought her friend more good or more pain in their time together?
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Ultio █ ▬ True to the elegance of the Lioncourt fighting style, Kenna wilds a beautifully crafted rapier that with the help of a magnetic retraction/expansion mechanism can actually transform into a serrated whip. The weapon is very close to her heart as the blade itself once belonged to her mother. The second form she added and constructed herself while in Signal. █Melee Form ▬ Rapier - The steel blade, unique in its amethyst hues, is approximately 45 inches long from the tip of the handle to the tip of the blade. Its hilt is capable of holding dust vials, only four at one time, that she can use in her combat for various effects. Each will last for five posts. █Ranged Form ▬ Serrated Whip - Through a magnetic connection the blade of her rapier can actually separate and expand. They are attached to a thick metal cord with serrated edges, approximately 8 feet in length. Her blade is divided into eight separate pieces, spread evenly along the cord, ending with the tip of the rapier. The hilt of the weapon stays completely intact and she can also use her dust vials along the length of the whip. each lasting for five posts.(How it works, essentially.) █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Dust █ ▬ The biggest drawback to her weapon is that it is purely a melee weapon, she has not the ability to shoot ammo, physical or dust. She is instantly at a disadvantage when fighting against enemies with guns and cannot fight back unless they are within her range. Her rapier blade also has a few weak spots, due to the way it separates. If hit on one of those weak spots with enough pressure the blade would shatter. █OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ 10 Throwing Knives: 8 inches █ ▬ Large Hunting Knife: 15 inches █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ █ ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Sanctus Ignis █*AURA COLOR ▬ Silver with hints of amethyst █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Kenna's semblance essentially allows her the basic manipulation of light. She was born of two bloodlines, Destruction and Mercy, and as such her semblance has qualities of both. She can use it for simple things such as light and heat or in much more complicated forms such as the ability to cause pain or heal wounds. As she grows stronger, so does her light. She gains new abilities and a vaster range of uses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ In this level, Kenna's ability revolves around the creation and manipulation of light orbs. They are relatively small only six inches in diameter but they shine brightly and generate a significant amount of warmth. She is able to generate 6 orbs, only 2 at a time, before needing a 5 post cool down. The orbs last until they have made contact with their target before dissolving away. The orbs are a form of attack, energized balls of light that burn like white hot flames. They are not enough to kill, but rather damage a person and drain their aura. Kenna can also create a small bubble of light, just large enough to encompass a singular person. The bubble is capable of healing minor injuries (small cuts, scrapes, or bruises) by quite literally burning them away. She can keep the pod active for 3 posts before needing an 6 post cool down. Once the field is activated, it will remain in that spot. It can only be maintained within 10 feet of her. She may only use one ability or the other, not both at the same time. If she uses one she must go through the entire cool down before using the other. █*LEVEL 1▬ In this level both of her abilities grow stronger as well as she gains a third. She can now summon 8 orbs of light before needing a 5 post cool down. The size of her light pod expands to 6 ft by 6 ft, capable of fitting multiple people if close together. She can burn away more serious wounds but nothing worse than deep cuts and gashes. It can remain active for 4 posts before needing a 8 post cool down and must be kept within 15 feet of her. At this level she can now shoot powerful beams of light from her palms. The attacks are much stronger than the orbs but she can only shoot them 4 times before needing a 8 post cool down. In this level she may use two of her abilities, but only at half capacity (half as many orbs/beams, half as many posts for the pod). She will require a 20 post cool down if using both. █*LEVEL 2▬ At this level all of her abilities receive a strength increase. She can create and manipulate 10 orbs before needing a five post cool down. Once again her light field expands to 10 ft by 10 feet. It can remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. While she is now capable of burning away and healing much more serious wounds, she cannot cure anything fatal and her ability only effects the skin, muscle, and tissue, not bones. While she can't cure anything fatal, someone in critical condition would remain stable in her field as long as they were in it and the field would burn away the less major injuries. The field can only be maintained within 25 feet of her. Kenna can now shoot 6 beams of light before needing a 10 post cool down. In this level she can use two of her abilities at full capacity, but will need a 25 post cool down afterwards. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ In this level all of her previous abilities stay the same, but she gains a most peculiar one, true to her Lioncourt name. At this level she gains the ability to conjure a pair of light-made wings capable of flight. The wings will remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. She can use 3 of her abilities but will need a 30 post cool down afterwards. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Kenna's semblance has many drawbacks, the first being that it is entirely too easy to drain her aura with it. If she does, several things could happen depending on how she was using her semblance. If she was purely on the offence, she runs the risk of light attack back lashing and the white hot energy consuming her instead, which will result in death. If she was healing someone and pushes herself too far, whatever wounds she burned away from them will take form on her instead and with her aura drained she will also be left vulnerable to death. Kenna's semblance, while dangerous, is not subtle. Her eyes glow when she uses it, which is the first indicator. If someone is fast enough or has good enough reflexes, they could easily dodge her attacks. Her pods of healing do will heal, but will not protect from attacks. If they were trying to hide, the light would give them away.
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Judgement:
Archetype:
1) Will say here, it is either strength or the leaps kind of deal. Since we have faunus who have high jumping heights as part of faunus traits. (unless you mean that just cause she is naturally stronger, she can jump a bit more than average. Though would still remove that part just cause it sounds like two.)
2) Faunus trait sounds like two in one, unless you just mean faunus heightened vision. Would still change it to just claws or heightened hearing, depending which you prefer.
3) Other skills: "In a fight she looks for her opponents weaknesses and finds the best way to use it them against them." You would need to change wording of this a bit. She can be analytical or good at reading people, just not explicitly having it be where she can find weaknesses as a talent/ skill.
Semblance:
1) Just to follow healing semblance standards, it takes 2 posts to full heal (half with the first post, the other half with the second).
2) For her orbs, how far can they go? Also how are they controlled; are they like launched in one direction and just go their till range/ contact, can they be manipulated in air, does she control them with her mind of hand gestures, do they just home on a target, etc?
3) What is the diameter of the beam, and how far can her beam reach? Also know you say the beams are more damaging, but how much more damaging than the orbs?
∰-Conclusion
This is all I currently see the need to change/ be clarified for now. This does not mean it shall be the end of it, as more questions may arise as we progress and I may have missed something. I am willing to be flexible on some thing if given good reason to, and i'll be open for any discussion you have or if you need any help with this. Thank you for your taking the time to go through this, and I will post another judgement if necessary once we've gone through all this. Hopefully this will be the only judgement needed, and you can fully begin your adventure in beacon...whether pleasant or otherwise. Feel free to contact me at any point... just send a message with the crows. ✘ Status: Inquiring ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
█HAIR ▬ White - long and thick, falling past her waist █CLOTHING ▬ Usual Battle Attire: Usually dressed in dark colors with the flair of white or purple or gold. Long, black boots, leather gloves, and always some sort of cloak that she used to use to hide her identity, now it's just habit. █ACCESSORIES ▬ While usually not flashy, she does enjoy shiny things and holds with her still a few family heirlooms that show their worth with their brilliance, including a locket, her mother's diamond wedding ring, and her fathers gold wedding band. She also wears a choker necklace used to hide the scar on her neck. █EYES ▬ Grey █BUILD ▬ Small in stature and slender, fit/strong, feminine/feline █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ The poor girl as multiple from her run ins with Eteria and the white crows. Most are hidden by clothing, other than a particularly nasty one she received from Jonathan across her neck. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ A brand in the form of the Lioncourt Crest just below her left collar bone. Two, fluffy white lion ears atop her head and a tail.
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Strength - While she may not look it initially, the little lion is extremely powerful. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ However, the true beauty of her faunus nature is in the deadly, powerful, and retractable claws she has, able to cut through flesh, fabric, and even softer solid objects such as leather or tree bark. █OTHER TALENTS Kenna's fighting style is very confrontational and predatory, especially when she feels like she's cornered: she is not afraid to pounce, tackle, or stoop to more animalistic ways of fighting. She will not hesitate to take the first move, feeling that hesitation is only another sign of weakness. Despite her aggressive nature, she could also be considered elegant. Extreme reflexes allow her to respond faster than the average person. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Stealth - Kenna is particularly good at sneaking by unnoticed when she wants too. █Weakest Skill ▬ While she isn't slowest of the mill, she could easily be outran. She is better suited too distance than speed alone. Her pride also often gets in the way of better judgement. She has a hard time asking for help, even when she needs it. She would much rather suffer alone in silence than admit she can't do something by herself. This often leads to her biting off more than she can chew. While very strong, she is quite small which makes her easier to restrain when it comes down to it. High-tempered, she will easily fall to taunts and jabs, causing her to abandon all caution and react without thinking. █Other Skills ▬ The girl has been through a lot in her life, this paired with her training in team MAKO, she can take more hits than the average person without succumbing to pain or injury. Even so, she has her limits, thus just allows her to take on more than some. Due to years of fighting odds that are stacked against her and fighting opponents much more trained than she, she has learned to read people and their fighting styles. This helps her to find the best strategy to approach an enemy and hopefully lead her to victory. She has great survival instincts, seeing as she survived on her own for years.
█LIKES █ ▬ Lazing about and lounging in the sun... If she isn't lounging, she's training. █ ▬ There are but a handful of people that have actually managed to wriggle their way into her heart, but she admires strength. █ ▬ Meat - on the rarer side usually █ ▬ Trees - To rest under when the sun is too hot █ ▬ Other cats █DISLIKES █ ▬ Everyone? Especially the Lioncourts... most of them anyway █ ▬ Lettuce - It's so bland █ ▬ Water - While she can swim, she avoids it at all costs █ ▬ Anything canine █ ▬ Eteria: The Lioncourts, The White Crows █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ While she hasn't always been this way, Kenna is full of anger and hate. In her eyes the world as an ugly and cruel place with no good left in it. She doesn't see it's worth or its vibrancy but rather just a blank page of black and grey. Often times she takes her hate of the world out on the people that inhabit it, often resenting a person before ever really giving them a chance. While she is not outwardly rude, she will not pretend to like someone just to be polite. Her distaste is always apparent, even if just by the expression on her face or the tone of her voice. On that note, if she truly hates a person, she will not try to quiet her opinion or reign in the insults. While she is determined in her own goals, she will not pursue something if she finds it pointless. She is rather pessimistic and negative, rarely finding even the slightest bit of good in a situation. Kenna also frowns upon weakness, both hers and others and she will not beat around the bush when expressing such opinions. Not many have found their way through the vastly guarded towers to her heart. Your chances are even slimmer if you did not know her before her world crumbled around her and her entire personality flipped. The few that have she keeps close to her and while she might come off as harsh or brash she would do anything to protect them. █Vernacular ▬ Her voice is soft but not so that it becomes inaudible. It is rich and pleasant on the ears but often times she speaks in a flat tone, only ever broken by her negative emotions. When she is angry or annoyed it becomes very evident in her voice. She is quick to yell and even quicker to swear. You might find her hissing out you when she's angry or startled and if you ever manage to catch her content enough she purrs on the occasion. █Positive Traits ▬ Determined, Headstrong, Resourceful, Observant, Loyal, Brave, Honest, Protective of those she cares for █Negative Traits ▬ Bitter, Angry, Pessimistic, Full of hatred, Prideful, Stubborn, Harsh, Quick to give up if she sees no point
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Kenna was born to two loving parents within the Lioncourt household. Her mother, Lyra Ezlyn ve Lioncourt had never been found of the Lioncourt ways. She was a peaceful spirit, with her healing abilities she was a perfect fit for Mercy. She never wished to be a fearsome warrior and even less so to force such a life upon her offspring. All she wanted was a happy life. A simple life. More so, while so many bore the Lioncourt name with such pride and dignity, Lyra was ashamed of it. Unlike most, she knew the true horrors of the Lioncourt past. She knew the dark methods of which they sought power and the horrid torment they inflicted. They were rituals of old, long out of practice, but she had no desire to affiliate herself with such wretched things. She remained with her family out of loyalty and the pure fact that for the time her family was leaving her to her own business. She met a man, one that never would have passed in the times of old. He would have been considered an impurity to the bloodline, but she fell for the feline all the same. Silas Kingsley. Maybe it was that playful charm, that twinkle in his eyes, but she was head over heels before she could stop herself. It wasn't long before the two wed and produced and adorable little kitten. While they cherished their little lion cub, not only was she impure of the Luoncourt blood, but she was a true oddity. A feline faunus was almost unheard of in the Lioncourt name. However, that didn't stop her from ensaring the hearts of most who laid eyes on her. As a child she was both spunky and fun loving, always into some sort of trouble or mischief, but the guilty little smile she threw you afterwards was usually enough to make up for it. Kendall lived a relatively happy life in the Lioncourt manner, though Lyra was always worried she was never truly safe. She bit her tongue for now, but she was always on the watch for anyone who might lay harm to her precious kitten.
It was in the halls that Kenna met Sensui for the very first time. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her little fingers. When he wasn't off on business or too busy training he often appeased her with silly games and thrilling stories. He also spoke to her of another little Lioncourt, a little bird with pure white wings. His little sister. Over the years they grew close and Sensui began to view her as a second little sister and protected her much the same way he protected his own. She would come to owe him her life time and time again, but not for many years later when Eteria took to head of the house. The first warning sign was the almost immediate disappearance of Kreig, Lyra's brother. It was then that the woman knew things were going to get bad. She kept a watchful eye on the young Kenna, along with Sensui while together they plotted the escape of her little family. They spent weeks preparing but when they caught whiff that the rituals and the purges had begun once more, Lyra and Silas knew they could not wait any longer. With the help of Sensui they escaped the manner and ran away to a small city in Vale. He came to visit his little feline friend as often as he could, always watching out for the little family and leading Eteria away from their scent. It was his job to catch them and bring them back, but as he told Eteria time and time again, they had just disappeared without a trace. Lyra and Kendall both dropped their Lioncourt names at that time, taking on the surname of Silas, Kingsley, instead. Content to live happily... simply.
Kenna was only seven when they left the Lioncourt manner and it was a bit of a culture shock. She was used to vast halls and a massive amount of freedom. Their house was small, not that she really minded. The hard part was that she was confined to those walls nearly at all times. The only exceptions were the spare occasions she was allowed to play out in the yard, but she was never allowed to venture outside of the fence. It wasn't that her parents were cruel, they were just trying to protect her, as always. Kenna's features were fairly distinct and they feared the more exposure she got the more likely it was for someone to learn of their true identities and thus leading Eteria to their doorstep. Everything they did was for their daughter's safety, but that didn't change the fact that she got bored and lonely. Sensui visited when he could, but he was busy and beyond that couldn't risk too many trips their way lest drawing suspicion. In her young innocence, Kenna was both curious and playful. She craved to be wild and free, for the outside world. Often she would watch from her bedroom window or the slats of the fence at a blue-haired girl playing and showing off for her friends. The young cat wished to join but knew that she couldn't but that didn't stop Maria's curiosity. She began using her astral projection to process objects for Kenna's entertainment. They talked and played and the young girl managed to wriggle her way into Kenna's heart and that of her parents. Maria was Kenna's first true friend and the only. She loved Sensui if course, but he was family. A cousin that felt mire like a brother.
They lived happily for a few years, until about the time Kenna had turned eleven. It was on this night that the girl's entire life crumbled around her and she changed for good. Really it was inevitable that Eteria would have tracked them down eventually... and she did not come alone. She brought Jonathon with her. Only the most foul and sadistic of the family. He slaughtered her father first, who did not have the same Lioncourt training to even hope of defending himself. In the eyes of Jonathan and Eteria Silas was nothing. Useless. He wasn't worth their time or mercy. It was quick but none the less brutal and right in front of Kenna and her mother. Next was Lyra who taught valiantly for her daughter's life, but in the end she was no match for Jonathon. She was subdued and restrained and left to Eteria to perform the ancient ritual on her, stealing her soul and thus turning Kenna's mother into a White Crow. Just another one of her pawns. During which, Kenna was left to Jonathon and oh did he have fun with her. He put the child through unthinkable acts, cringe-worthy tortures... truly unspeakable things. He wanted to hear her scream, he found pleasure in it, and scream she did... again and again until her voice became hoarse. Once Jonathon had his fun and Kenna was left desperately clinging to the barest strings of life, Eteria continued on with her plan, ready to perform the ritual on Jonathan before taking Kenna's life for herself. She wanted it to be by her hand. Not out of pleasure or spite, but simply to be deliberate. She wanted to be sure it was done right. Kenna stared death in the face for the first time that night. She was too weak to fight back, her aura struggling to keep her alive, let alone channel her semblance. Right before Eteria could land the finishing blow, a very special person with the ability of Astral projection stepped in. The details of that night are still a little blurry, but she remembers vividly the empty vehicle that came crashing through the wall and into Eteria. Even more so clearly the image of the empty vessel the woman really was. It was gruesome, horrific. It haunts her mind to this day, along with that twisted smile of Jonathan's.
The two children managed to escape the tragic scene of her shattered homes and back to Maria's adoptive parents. Kenna had never been allowed to wander this far outside of her home but she wasn't even in a state of mind that she could enjoy it. Clothes ripped, skin stained with blood, pale face streaked with tears, Kenna had gone past the point of hysterics. Her expression was blank. Empty. Steely eyes had gone cold, once filled with mischief and wonder they'd become void of any emotion. A piece of her had died that night along with her parents. An innocence, a curiosity... the child that had once brought laughter and love to all those she touched was no more. Gone. Shattered. An empty husk of the person she had once been. Kenna followed silently behind Maira. She remembered the blue haired girl taking her hand, urgently tugging her along, but Kenna hardly had the strength or the will to hold on. The sight of their daughter tugging along the feline, white fur and hair stained crimson, must have been a sight to behold for Maria's parents. Kenna could remember vaguely the worried expressions on their faces, the concerned fluctuations of their voices. She remembered warm hands on her, a damp cloth wiping away at the blood, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Questions. There had been so many questions but Kenna hadn't been able to find the words to utter such horrors aloud. She just stared ahead with the same blank stare, leaving Maria to explain the broken up pieces that she could. After all, what did she know of the Lioncourts and the White Crows. Nothing yet... but it would soon become very clear to her.
As any good parents would have been, they were fearful and anxious. How were they to keep their daughter safe along with this orphaned kitten? It wasn't long before the answer showed up on their door. Lafelle, an aunt Kenna had heard of but had been yet to meet arrived just a few short hours after the incident. She was able to brink a bit more clarity to the situation, despite her presence in the middle of the night being such a surprise. She explained that Kenna wouldn't be safe here, but that she could keep her safe. Thus, Kenna was sent away with a near stranger, not that she objected. She didn't have it in her. The small child was still just an empty shell. She was afraid to let even the slightest bit of emotion in because if she did... it would open up the floodgates and she would surely drown in the tidal wave that would consume her. The pain, the fear, the loss... it was all to much. It hurt her mangled heart... like pouring salt into an open wound. It made her sick.. the things that man had done to her... It was best to just not think of it. So she walked on in silence with Lafelle, but she remembered the sound of her voice was soothing and her hands were gentle. The woman reminded her of her own mother and it was equally painful as it was comforting. They were unable to make it far that first night due to Kenna's exhaustion and her need for medical attention. They got far enough away that they would be safe and then spent the night in a small inn. Sleep did not come easy to the young child and what little sleep she managed was haunted by the memories painted too vividly clear across her mind.
They continued their journey across the next few days. Kenna remained silent and distant but Lafelle was patient with the girl. Patient and gentle. However, as time went on, a new type of pain erupted in her chest. She was still grieving the loss of her parents, but she was missing Maria dearly. One of the only people left in the world that she truly cared for. Really she should not have been surprised when her friend appeared out of the blue in her astral form. It was such a common thing between the two, but Kenna hadn't expected her to follow her so far. Even so, she couldn't have been happier to see her. Something sparked in those cold dead eyes. Just a shimmer, barely there, but it was something beyond the lifeless stare she'd borne since that night. So after a heartfelt reunion and a chaotic search for the body Maria had lost three days back, they arrived at Lafelle's manner where she cared for them over the next couple of years. Over time Kenna became less of a husk, but she was never the same as she used to be. Once adventurous, fun-loving, and outgoing; she was now angry, bitter and pessimistic. Her pain had torment had grown into a hate for the world and the people in it. She was consumed by angst, immediately mistrusting of others, and often throwing distaste before she ever really knew a person. The exception was Lafelle who had already managed to fight her way into the girl's heart, along with Maria that had been there long before. There were occasionally glimpses of the old Kenna, a laugh here, a smile there. Usually it was Maria causing the reactions, but it was still not the same. Never as full, always shadowed by the weight baring down on her.
When the time came they were both enrolled and admitted at Signal. That had been Maria's dream all along and for Kendall it was thee safest option. The Lioncourts were still trying to keep a good reputation, so in the eye of the public under the careful watch of teachers and staff, she would be safe. Kenna agreed, but not for the reasons they might have thought. She had a newfound hate of weakness, that of hers and others. In her young mind, if she had been stronger, she could have done something that night. Saved them, saved herself. So she went to Signal with the idea that she could get stronger and makeup for the weakness that had cost her so much. Both excelled in Signal, though it was Maria that really shown through. She enjoyed the spotlight, the attention, and Kenna didn't mind. She was content to lurk in the shadows, practicing and excelling on her own. Despite being a year younger than Maria, Kenna passed the exams and was admitted into Beacon at the young age of fifteen. It was here that Team MAKO was formed, Maria as leader of course. The idea for the team was originally train and prepare to go after Eteria and the White Crows, and with Maria's persistence, to protect Kenna who was being hunted and tracked to this day. Their purpose expanded over time, but that was their first real goal. Beacon became a true safe haven, more so than Signal. It was a place that she was untouchable in the eyes of the Lioncourts. For once she was not constantly looking over her shoulder. She was still jumpy, paranoid, but for the first time some of her fear had subsided.
The team was truly a force to be reckoned with, especially with Maria as their leader. They quickly climbed through the ranks, impressing that of the staff and their own personal mentor. However, it was all short lived. It wasn't long before it all came crumbling around them. Maria's health was starting to fail. It started subtle, but it wasn't long before even the smallest bits of combat left her bedridden. Watching her go through so much pain, physically and mentally, not being able to help... it killed Kenna. She hated it, but she was also practical. Maria couldn't lead in such conditions. So she stepped forth with her opinion, stating so bluntly how the world fed on weakness and Maria had become weak, making them weak. She knew it was something Feralis would always resent her for, not that the wolf liked her much anyway. Not that she liked him either. Yet, he would never know the true reasons behind her decision to come forward. Even though she was the one left in charge, she was never looking for power or glory. She just wanted to keep Maria safe. In the end it was their mentor, Rachel, who suggested that Maria leave Beacon because she was in no condition to fight. Being separated from her childhood friend was a horrible and painful thing. Kenna wanted nothing more than to follow her and to be by her side, but she couldn't. It was not safe for her and she would only bring her danger to Maria. She would have been caught in the crossfire and Kenna would not have been able to bare that. With Maria gone, it wasn't long before the team fell apart. Feralis and her tolerated each other on the best of days and with the newfound resentment, without the glue that was Maria, they could not have possibly gone on. Feralis went wolf, but once they realized what had happened, it was too late. He was gone and they hadn't the slightest clue where to look. Besides, it was usually Maria who managed to get through to him. Kenna had no choice but to leave. Beacon was not the same without Maria and without her by her side, the fear of the Lioncourts began creeping back in ten fold. She wasn't sure what happened to the fourth member of their team, for the feline abandoned Beacon in the middle of the night.
Kenna went off the grid, deactivating her scroll, moving place to place and never staying for too long. She managed to evade the Lioncourts for four long and lonely years. However, all the way she was trying to sneak closer, find away to destroy Eteria and get revenge. She was sneaky, stealthy, and that aided her in her goal, but the Lioncourts were always one step ahead. They White Crows finally caught her trail when she was nineteen. Luckily for her, Sensui heard of their departure and came to her aid once more. The two of them fought valiantly. They were both strong individuals with unique and powerful semblances. Sure, they were outnumbered, but it would have been entirely possible for them to hinder them enough to escape. A fatal mistake was made when Kenna managed to break the mask of one of the White Crows, revealing the pale face and white locks of her mother. The girl was first stunned. This was the first time she'd seen her mother since that night, and in that moment it did not matter that it was just a mind controlled corpse. It didn't matter that her soul was locked to Eteria, forced to do her every will. It didn't matter that it was not really her mother, memories locked away tight and it did not matter that she was holding a blade to Kenna's chest. Those pale blue eyes that had once looked at her with such love and demotion were nothing more than an empty void. She couldn't find it in her to move, let alone defend herself. She felt like her heart, what remained of it anyway, had been ripped haphazardly out of her chest and crushed upon the ground. Were it not for Sensui, the blade would have cut right through her. He was screaming at her to run, the panic in his voice was what finally broke through to her. She pushed her body to its brink, running blindly through the trees and shrubbery. She only made it a few miles before she collapsed. When they White Crows found her, in was in a hysterical heap upon the ground. Too inured, exhausted, and emotional to fight back against them, she was dragged back to the Lioncourt manner.
Kenna only had happy memories of such a place, but they were all about to shatter around her, just like the rest of her life. It was then that she was finally branded with the vest if the Lioncourts, despite not being pure of blood. She'd escaped too many times and Eteria had had it. She might just resolve to using the ritual on her. Especially with the fear of losing her daughter. It was here that for the second time she watched someone fight so valiantly to protect her and for the second time she watched Eteria cut them down. The pain that wreaked havoc upon her was far worse than any of the torture Jonathan had put her through. Her heart, already so beaten and battered was pierced with loss once more. She met his eyes,one final time, and she knew what he would tell her to do. Run. So she did, but the image of him, of his death, would be burnt into her brain for all of time. It would follow her to her nightmares, just like so many others. There were screams, sobs, complete chaos. It was enough to distract everyone long enough for her to escape. She was blinded by her tears, but this time she didn't stop. She pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion. He had died to protect her and he would not let that be in vain. However, that didn't stop the guilt from eating away at her or the agony of his death from consuming her. It was more of a subconscious thing that brought her back to the city of Vale. She walked blindly, mind too fogged to ever really care where she was headed. What did it matter at this point? She was all alone with nowhere to go, or so she thought. She supposed her feet took her back because that was the home of Beacon Academy, the only place she had ever been safe. When their only mentor found her, it would have been in much the same state that Lafelle had found her in all those years ago. Remnants of the injuries she'd received, blood still staining her clothes and her hair, and that same empty look in her smoke-colored eyes.
Kenna received quite the lecture from Rachel. She went off on her about how she was being selfish, childish, weak. Grow up and stop whining like a baby. Suck it up. You're better than this. It mostly fell on deaf ears. She wasn't in the mindset to listen or care... but it did spark something in her. With the strangest urge to turn her scroll back on, she found an influx of messages from Maria. All that time away and they had never stopped. Some of them were only a few days old. Maria was returning to Beacon. That was all she needed. She was still in pain, still mourning the loss of so many loved ones, but the anger was back. She would make Eteria pay for what she'd done, but she could not do it untrained and she could not do it alone. So she cleaned herself up and set forth to prepare for the mission ahead. Kenna didn't respond to the messages. After years of silence a silly text message seemed inadequate. She wanted their reunion and she already had her mind made up. Once again she found herself retaking exams and tests, being reevaluated. It was no surprise the feline faunus was let back into Beacon. She knew Maria would forgive her. She knew she would understand, but that didn't stop that guilt. Maria had always been there for her, but Kenna had left her when she needed her most. Whether she had a choice in the matter or not did not matter. There was also one other thing holding her back. In her time off the grid, she had ventured back to the village they grew up in. She thought that maybe she could overhear something on Maria through her family. Surely they would have checked up on her, but she found the house in ruins... and it was easy to guess what had happened. Having been isolated in a hospital, she doubted Maria would know, which meant she would have to be the one to tell her... and she had to ask herself? Had she brought her friend more good or more pain in their time together?
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Ultio █ ▬ True to the elegance of the Lioncourt fighting style, Kenna wilds a beautifully crafted rapier that with the help of a magnetic retraction/expansion mechanism can actually transform into a serrated whip. The weapon is very close to her heart as the blade itself once belonged to her mother. The second form she added and constructed herself while in Signal. █Melee Form ▬ Rapier - The steel blade, unique in its amethyst hues, is approximately 45 inches long from the tip of the handle to the tip of the blade. Its hilt is capable of holding dust vials, only four at one time, that she can use in her combat for various effects. Each will last for five posts. █Ranged Form ▬ Serrated Whip - Through a magnetic connection the blade of her rapier can actually separate and expand. They are attached to a thick metal cord with serrated edges, approximately 8 feet in length. Her blade is divided into eight separate pieces, spread evenly along the cord, ending with the tip of the rapier. The hilt of the weapon stays completely intact and she can also use her dust vials along the length of the whip. each lasting for five posts.(How it works, essentially.) █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Dust █ ▬ The biggest drawback to her weapon is that it is purely a melee weapon, she has not the ability to shoot ammo, physical or dust. She is instantly at a disadvantage when fighting against enemies with guns and cannot fight back unless they are within her range. Her rapier blade also has a few weak spots, due to the way it separates. If hit on one of those weak spots with enough pressure the blade would shatter. █OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ 10 Throwing Knives: 8 inches █ ▬ Large Hunting Knife: 15 inches █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ █ ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Sanctus Ignis █*AURA COLOR ▬ Silver with hints of amethyst █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Kenna's semblance essentially allows her the basic manipulation of light. She was born of two bloodlines, Destruction and Mercy, and as such her semblance has qualities of both. She can use it for simple things such as light and heat or in much more complicated forms such as the ability to cause pain or heal wounds. As she grows stronger, so does her light. She gains new abilities and a vaster range of uses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ In this level, Kenna's ability revolves around the creation and manipulation of light orbs. They are relatively small only six inches in diameter but they shine brightly and generate a significant amount of warmth. She is able to generate 6 orbs, only 2 at a time, before needing a 5 post cool down. The orbs last until they have made contact with their target before dissolving away. She uses simple hand gestures to send them off and aim them. Once aimed the cannot change direction. They can travel up to 25 feet. After that they will dissolve if they have not made contact with a target. This remains true for all of her levels. The orbs are a form of attack, energized balls of light that burn like white hot flames. They are not enough to kill, but rather damage a person and drain their aura. Kenna can also create a small bubble of light, just large enough to encompass a singular person. The bubble is capable of healing minor injuries (small cuts, scrapes, or bruises) by quite literally burning them away. She can keep the pod active for 3 posts before needing an 6 post cool down. Once the field is activated, it will remain in that spot. It can only be maintained within 10 feet of her. It takes 2 posts for a person to be fully healed, this remains the same in all levels. She may only use one ability or the other, not both at the same time. If she uses one she must go through the entire cool down before using the other. █*LEVEL 1▬ In this level both of her abilities grow stronger as well as she gains a third. She can now summon 8 orbs of light before needing a 5 post cool down. The size of her light pod expands to 6 ft by 6 ft, capable of fitting multiple people if close together. She can burn away more serious wounds but nothing worse than deep cuts and gashes. It can remain active for 4 posts before needing a 8 post cool down and must be kept within 15 feet of her. At this level she can now shoot powerful beams of light from her palms. The attacks are much stronger than the orbs, about 35% more damaging, but she can only shoot them 4 times before needing an 8 post cool down. They are approximately 8 inches in diameter. Once aimed, they will not change direcrion. They can travel up to 35 feet, at that point if they have not hit their target they will dissipate. This remains true for all levels. In this level she may use two of her abilities, but only at half capacity (half as many orbs/beams, half as many posts for the pod). She will require a 20 post cool down if using both. █*LEVEL 2▬ At this level all of her abilities receive a strength increase. She can create and manipulate 10 orbs before needing a five post cool down. Once again her light field expands to 10 ft by 10 feet. It can remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. While she is now capable of burning away and healing much more serious wounds, she cannot cure anything fatal and her ability only effects the skin, muscle, and tissue, not bones. While she can't cure anything fatal, someone in critical condition would remain stable in her field as long as they were in it and the field would burn away the less major injuries. The field can only be maintained within 25 feet of her. Kenna can now shoot 6 beams of light before needing a 10 post cool down. In this level she can use two of her abilities at full capacity, but will need a 25 post cool down afterwards. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ In this level all of her previous abilities stay the same, but she gains a most peculiar one, true to her Lioncourt name. At this level she gains the ability to conjure a pair of light-made wings capable of flight. The wings will remain active for 5 posts before needing a 10 post cool down. She can use 3 of her abilities but will need a 30 post cool down afterwards. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Kenna's semblance has many drawbacks, the first being that it is entirely too easy to drain her aura with it. If she does, several things could happen depending on how she was using her semblance. If she was purely on the offence, she runs the risk of light attack back lashing and the white hot energy consuming her instead, which will result in death. If she was healing someone and pushes herself too far, whatever wounds she burned away from them will take form on her instead and with her aura drained she will also be left vulnerable to death. Kenna's semblance, while dangerous, is not subtle. Her eyes glow when she uses it, which is the first indicator. If someone is fast enough or has good enough reflexes, they could easily dodge her attacks. Her pods of healing do will heal, but will not protect from attacks. If they were trying to hide, the light would give them away.
