â–ˆ*CURRENT TEAM â–¬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) â–ˆ*PARTNER(S) â–¬ (Teammates, if you have any) â–ˆNICKNAME(S) â–¬ Niji â–ˆOCCUPATION â–¬ student, serial faunus killer, works part time as a butchers' assistant
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A F F E C T A T I O N â•«
â–ˆHEIGHT â–¬ 5"8 â–ˆWEIGHT â–¬145lbs
â–ˆHAIR â–¬ very long silver hair that is always braided and kept up in rings by ribbons â–ˆCLOTHING â–¬ -academy outfit -fancy, expensive clothes -items acquired from victims (accessory wise) -lingerie nightgowns -Battle outfit: Combat outfit â–ˆACCESSORIES â–¬ ribbons, a harmless looking bracelet with a built in explosive â–ˆEYES â–¬ ice blue eyes â–ˆBUILD â–¬ slightly toned, skinny, â–ˆTATTOOS â–¬ none â–ˆSCARS â–¬ A scar barely visible under her chin, a few on both of her wrists, one giant one on her back from shoulders to lower region, three small ones on her right ankle, all obtained from victims, though there are lies made with them â–ˆMARKINGS/FAUNUS FEATURES â–¬
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A R C H E T Y P E â•«
â–ˆNATURAL ABILITIES â–ˆPrimary Talent â–¬ telling lies/linguistic skills â–ˆFaunus Trait/Bonus Talent â–¬ enhanced speed â–ˆOther Talents â–¬ enhanced reflexes, acting â–ˆLEARNT ABILITIES â–ˆStrongest Skill â–¬ marksmanship â–ˆWeakest Skill â–¬ The longer she combats the more reckless she becomes â–ˆOther Skills â–¬ taxidermy, hunting & slicing techniques
â–ˆLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ taxidermy, track & field, impersonation, sewing/stitching, torture/killing, terrifying people, pretending to be a model student, pretending to be friends with faunus to lower their guards, hunting down terrified victims, stalking witnesses to silence â–ˆ â–¬ herself, people worth her time â–ˆ â–¬ eclairs, mac and cheese, virgin bloody mary drinks, blood oranges, tomatoes â–ˆ â–¬ knives, make up (especially lipstick,) money, faunus trophy pieces (ex: horns, tails/ears, etc) artwork, horror films/novels â–ˆ â–¬ black widow spiders, black panthers, octopus, hippos, anacondas, moose, mice & rats, vultures, â–ˆDISLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ All faunus, snitches,hyenas â–ˆ â–¬ anything she considers as pheasant food (chips, instant coffee, popcorn, rice, cheap candy/chocolate) â–ˆ â–¬ smiley face emojis, dirt, apartment buildings. â–ˆ â–¬ any animal considered faunus â–ˆ â–¬ reliving any forms of childhood experiences into present. â–ˆPERSONALITY TRAITS â–ˆNature â–¬ unstable, though is able to keep a proper composure in front of public eyes. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly battling mentally against herself to move on from her past, and keep her head into her goals properly. She has a natural finesse with adapting to society, and playing the roles given to her, though it is a matter of her mentality at the end of the day. â–ˆVernacular â–¬ Negina has a rather naturally smooth tone, a hint of anger always in it's depths ONLY when ill tempered. Her tone can be loud or obnoxious plenty when she is tempered. Her acting voice is very uncanny, and can hide her ulterior tone with perfection, keeping a velvety, fake friendly voice. â–ˆPositive Traits â–¬ cunning, strategic, patient, good preparedness and precision, convincing adaptability skills, confident â–ˆNegative Traits â–¬ vain, sadistic, two-faced, materialistic, low willpower in actual combat, mentally unstable
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« H I S T O R Y â•«
â–ˆBACKGROUND â–¬
Dear reader, If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world, or you were smart enough to find this bibliography within the quarters of my journal. You were either snoopy, or you had no choice. What you are about to read... Is the full, and complete truth. They say nothing is more personal about a person than what they write in their diaries or journals. In this case, the fact remains the same. This is more than just a simple diary entry, and more than some sappy love note, expressing puppy love for meat sacks. This... This is my memoir... My will, and my life. Reader beware: by the end of this, you may think of me to be a killer. You may think of me as a sick, twisted pig. I will tell you now. I may be those things, but there is something I am more.... I am a victim. A victim by a race that should never have existed.. The faunus. Now that you have been informed... you may turn away and set this down if you wish to. I will not judge as much as you may be about to do. Should you continue, then proceed, and let your judgment be your guide..... Sincerely, Nejina. M/D, XXXX
"Growing up, I was what most may have called average. I had parents who loved me, and a few friends I never deserved to have in the end. They had turned away the moment I had to say goodbye. The neighbors were kind enough, and I was referred as a good kid. Things were fine in the apartment we had. Two bedrooms, a nice balcony view overlooking Beacon. Aah~ I can still recall the castings of shadows in my room from the sunsets, as they sailed into the darkness of night. How the shadows danced into my room, giving euphoric dreams of tomorrow, as they would creep into my sleep. A voice speaking of a future where I can be what I want, how I want, and whispers promising I will be splendid. Popular. Someone everyone wanted in their life, with no regrets. A living dream."
"One thing that was a downfall to all of this.... My looks. I can admit. I was an ugly child. I had my father's nose, and my mother’s low cheekbones, with skin of sandpaper, dryness I had difficult to maintain with our money budget at the time. I had paper thin lips, and a mole on the center of my forehead. A tragedy. The worst feature had to have been the overbite I suffered, almost 12 millimeters apart, with surgery I could never receive with permission. It was a painful struggle, always constantly trying to straighten my jaw to hide the flaw. The notion was obvious; impossible to hide. So much I was judged, by those passing by. My parents would always say I was the most beautiful girl in the world, trying to reassure the low self-esteem I carried. I would believe that load of pathetic lies with ridiculous passion, cries of exclamation claiming they made me feel like a princess. This was the calm before the storm, when I had my head in the clouds. Life made me crash back down. I had to come down from those clouds at some point. The dreams bring obsoletion."
"A wonderful apartment in a neighborhood of humans... Gone down the drain due to a job opportunity that could provide my family with better fortune. I can safely say... I considered this place we moved to, as the "Alienage" for the faunus scum of which we relocated towards. Of course, at that time... I was naïve, and all I could think of to do was do as I was told, for the sake of a happy family. " ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the apartment hadn't been so bad, I guess. It was closer to my father's work, and the neighbors were merely a family of horse faunus on one side, and a single possum faunus on the other. They were... Tolerable... For the most part, when I think back on it. Oh... Had I awakened to my primal huntress; I would have loved to have one of them up mounted on my wall. sighs they had the prettiest mane.... Hm. Any-who.... Some of the other faunus in the area, were either hostile of our presence, or were a bit discomforted. For the most part, many could adapt on a somewhat, more platonic level of tolerance they could possess... There were some who truly showed they were scum, and many who hid it very well. These ones were a group, who knew how to truly play the game of masks. True horrifying strategists of the faunus world... The Hyena."
"At first meeting, they offered up friendship. Three new "friends" to treasure. A promise of playing, dancing, and an everlasting circle of happiness. As someone who was new to the area, and clearly alone, I was easy shark bait. The steak for pleasures. I should have seen the lies. I should have seen the schemes. I was dumb. Pathetically dumb. The moment they referred to me as "Ugly Duckling," I should have left well enough alone. Left their circle. Of course, with their reasoning, using that old child's tale about the ugly duck that became a swan, how could I say no at the time? They were claiming, I would become a swan. Did no young person out there ever wish they were beautiful? Thinking back on all of this, I was stupid. That stupidity though, had made me the lovely little shadow I am today. Of course, they didn't stop at name calling. Oh no, they would soon prove to be the hell-spawn I would despise. What they would claim as fun and games, others would have considered to have been bullying. I, of course, could not see it. Rather yet, I had no wishes to realize it for myself, if it had meant I had to be friendless again. No. The price had been too high. Kids will do anything for friends, and this case was no different. In the time of all of this, you may as well have called me a slave. In order for me to have felt included, they had me bring them many of my toys, only for them to be broken later. If it wasn't the toys, it was my favorite outfits that would be in the crossfire. Treating me like a guinea pig was their favorite past time for sure. When they were unable to get money from their parents, I was coerced into stealing from mine. If only I had seen the logic behind leaving that life behind sooner. The coercion would even begin to escalate whenever I was brave enough to refuse. They would make their points across very well for childish posers. Hanging me upside down from a tree was a REAAAAL crowd pleaser. Had to love the laughter the most... They would torture me with those ridiculous laughs while I was defenceless.. I can still hear them to this day the moment one laughs away. "
"You know what I think of parents? Useless chicken shits. Too afraid to stand up against the parents of these nitwits. They were obviously afraid they were going to start being accused of racism to faunus. Told me to grin and bear it, and that everything was going to be okay. Even pulling a guilt trip, reminding me this was a fortunate thing for good ol' daddy. For his job of all things. It was an INSULT. An insult to choose feigning ignorance, and allowing their "beautiful" girl to be bullied. Good for nothing assholes. Too scared the faunus would kill them! How could I for surely be able to withstand the presence of other faunus to boot from all of this torment!? There was obviously no one truly in my corner. I was to fend alone. Forced to "grin and bare it." How fortunate for myself a snapping point had occurred. I had lasted 7 months of laughter, bullying, and abuse by these hyena. A miracle I am still alive. Ah... my parents SHOULD have stopped me sooner. Stopped me like the protective parents they claimed to be. The day I let the devil guide me... It was a rush~! Let's just say, it was a real good life lesson for EVERYBODY~. What, pray tell, must you ask of me? I will let it be known. My mind had swerved from all consciousness, embracing itself to sinister thoughts, singing for me to kill. Perhaps it was that call of ridiculous fate, since a lot of people out there use that word for reasons of their actions. Would fate truly be a reasoning? Could fate truly be the reason this night very happened? Complete and utter Bull****. Fate had nothing to do with what was about to take course that evening. Oh no~. It was the blood in my veins, the opening of my pores, the ringing laughter haunting my mind.... Ehee~!.... Most of all... It was the realization, that if one had to get something done, then one had to do it for themself... Even if it meant... Taking a life, and feeling the thrill of the hunt."
"Twas a very easy task. You know how children love to sneak out under the moon and stars, and back under the glory of nature? An easy feat to process, should one know how to time themselves, without getting in trouble. A simple thing for even children to do, especially those smart enough, and willing enough to take the time to learn. School had a use after all. The place was a s**t dump, but learning something was at least one kind of feat. I had done just that, after days of careful planning. Breaking one of mother's necklaces and stealing one of fathers ties. Hmph, Child's play~! Since the hyenas were so willing to destroy my clothes in some manner, it was of no surprise, that the moment I had told them I was able to borrow it for dress up, something would happen. They had sharp claws for fingernails. All it had taken was one swipe of the hands to shred it. Of course, having to sit there and cry like the little victim they knew me to be... Very simple to have done. All the damage they have caused... Who could simply grin and bare themselves, even when planning had been made? I WAS a child after all. Not even I could remain strong under the influence of three hellspawn faunus. This only furthered my rage to keep going. And going I had done so." "The moment night had hit after day nine of planning... The plan was to be in commence. I had this wonderful new pair of shoes that were meant to be sturdy, and of course, my parents had still believed I was getting into too many accidents aside from the bullying they ignored. Expensive shoes at that. As usual, they had been ruined like many other of my clothes. Well there was something I had not expected out of this. For once, in their miserable little lives, my parents had FINALLY decided to say something. Expensive shoes after all. Whateverrr were they thinking? Confronting these hyena for the shoes alone... How pathetic could they get!? Worried a out lousy footwear instead of worrying about me. I only say this, because I had a bruise from their little game of tag, all obvious on my arm. THAT was what they ignored. MY OBVIOUS BRUISE. One good thing had come out of this at least. Motive built. Scaring away the hyenas with their threats to tell their parents on them for these useless shoes, and a surprisingly racist slur by my father. Ooooh~ how that was gasoline to the later fire. Of course, being the good punching bag I was supposed to be, pretending to still believe these faunus were "friends," I could finally strike. As mentioned earlier, sneaking out was easy, especially after putting sleeping pills in my parents rinks before bringing them to the dinner table. I had no idea what pills they actually were at the time. I thought they were only pretty... Also because both used to take them all the time. Hahaha the rest was fantastic. Awaiting in my room till they had fallen asleep, I had used my father's shredded tie to grab our biggest butcher knife, making my way out by my window. It was on the second floor, and it was suuuuper late. Hah, thank goodness there were easy climbing obstacles to help me down and back up again~! Of course, I had to be in disguise~! Picking my mother's black coat was the most obvious of choices. It had enough pockets to help conceal the knife, and keeping the tie around the handle was merely on a whim. With these, plus the broken necklace in a aggy, I had made way to the apartment where they slumbered. I knocked and knocked, until one had finally woken up. Seeing me there outside watching, this must have confused them so~... They still climbed themselves out to see me.. How poor Kanya never saw any of this coming~. When she had joined me I had asked to speak in private, leading her away to a few fences over. When we were at a manageable distance, I spoke of wanting to apologize, and how sorry I was my parents had been so crude. They of course, thought I was an idiot, and how wasting their time for such a reason was stupid. Ha....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! The moment they had turned their back from me, I went in for the kill~! A pretty SLICE across the neck. Oh, they could have heard me draw the knife, but my sniffling sounds overbared the noise~.... They would turn to me, horroried as the delicious color of blood lingered down their body. I will never forget those eye~! AHAHAHAH... How could I afterall, when true fear by them was a nice change~ All that torment... All of that bullying~! How nice it was, the throbbing in my hand gripping the knife tight. The sound of gurgling, noiseless pleas, oddly satisfying change. Was I scared? NOPE~! I felt so ALIVE. I had almost bursted into laughter on the spot! All that was left to do now once the body had finally fallen to slumber, was leave the evidence I wanted to leave. Throwing the knife beside the body was simple. Having to drop the tie onto a part of the blood before smearing it on the fingers, was a bit tricky. Mothers coat was already ruined by the excess splashing, and dropping her necklace near the trees, a foot from the body had to be done. Her coat on the other hand had been a little harder, having to use a sleeve to lift a tiny garbage can to drop the coat in. The thing had sharp edges on the lid~! Had to protect my fingers~! The only problem had been my shoes! Those I had to throw out some other way. I hung onto them in the end, when the next morning the body had been found, and I had made it home safe and sound. Fences were a brilliant design choice to remain hidden."
"I know what you are thinking. How could a seven year old do all of this without being caught? After the police had arrived, I had to do the best acting ever. The moment they were questioned and arrested? I WAILED my lungs out so hard, I was a fake crying mess. How people are so easy to fool when a child cries themselves over the tiniest things~ With them taken in for questioning, I had to gather a few things according to the "smart adults." Telling the officers I wanted to grab something from momma's room, I had taken the money they had stored in their nightstand. Ha... They had no idea I knew about it. I also had the shoes, that I had grabbed and hidden in a blanket, under a set of clothes. I can tell you, I did get rid of the shoes the moment I was getting scared. On route to the police station, I asked if I could use the bathroom. Taking me to a gas station stop, I stopped to "relieve myself" By taking the shoes and blanket, and dumping them into the bottom of the garbage can, before burying them under a big pile of wet paper towels while the sink was running and the toilet was flushed."
"To finish this off with a big bang... Had I felt any regret? NOPE! I can say, I ended up in foster care. All the laughter the first night.... In a place of both faunus and human children... I couldn't stay there! It was the moment I was all alone had I grabbed what little I had.... and ran away. Where did I end up? That is a mystery for another day. I will say this... I am no longer the "Ugly duckling." They hyenas had me right about one thing... I did end up as beautiful as a swan. Do you think of me as a murderer or a victim? I may not be there to see how your face is after reading all of this, but there is a moral to all of this. I am sure you can come up with a solution all up on your own. The rest I shall keep to my grave. Some secrets of my future and my life, are not worth the risk."
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« I N V E N T O R Y â•«
â–ˆPRIMARY WEAPON â–ˆ â–¬ Hannibal mercy â–ˆ â–¬ hannibal mercy is a blood red colored crowbar sort of weapon, 61 centimeters in length (2 feet.) Her weapon is able to split in the middle to become a staple gun combo by twisting it in the center. The triggers, scopes, and cartridges are activated by the motion popping out into position while during the twist. By twisting off the ends of the crowbar, she is able to fit one dust into each cartridge. â–ˆMelee Form â–¬ crowbar â–ˆRanged Form â–¬ staple guns with a scope, the staples can shoot up to 10 feet ahead. ammo amount 20, the scope can be brought out with a button, and can zoom in distance up to 20 feet. The staples themselves are 26/6 width of crown, and 12.7mm in length. â–ˆOther Form(s) â–¬ â–ˆAmmo Type â–¬ physical, aura enhanced onto ammo at level 2 â–ˆ â–¬ ammunition has to be manually changed like reloading a normal gun with cartridge and all. -nail firing has a larger recoil -safety automatically kicks in when out of ammo to signify reload
â–ˆOTHER WEAPONS â–ˆ â–¬ baby switchblade she hides in her shoes â–ˆ â–¬bracelet with a built in explosive ment for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape. The explosive itself can make a 5 foot radius explosion. Anyone close to her can be hit if they are in the range. The strength of the explosive itself is equivalent to a C4 bomb. â–ˆ â–¬ â–ˆITEMS â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner â–ˆ â–¬4 staple gun cartridges â–ˆ â–¬a small pouch of scrap metal
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« S E M B L A N C E â•«
â–ˆ*NAME â–¬ Metal manipulation â–ˆ*AURA COLOR â–¬ ice blue â–ˆ*DESCRIPTION â–ˆ â–¬ Negina is able to bend and change the shape of metal, from small objects the size of her staples at level 0, to objects up to 3 cars worth at level 3. With this ability she can utilize simplistic shapes, weapons, and even shields. Nejina is able to activate the semblance by two ways. The first way is by her making actual contact with an object. The second way, she is able to coat her aura onto a staple cartridge, and firing a staple from that cartridge at an object. When her aura makes contact with an object, it gives her the control and full utilization of her semblance. â–ˆ*LEVEL 0 â–¬(1-99 posts) Nejina is only able to bend metal objects the size of her staples, and bend them into needles, small balls, or various tiny simple shapes. She is able to make this control for 5 posts, with a 2 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 1â–¬ (100-199 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate a baseball bats worth of metal. She is able to control this for up to 8 posts, with a 4 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 2â–¬ (200-299 posts) Nejina is able to manipulate up to 1 refrigerators worth of metal. She is able to control it for up to 11 posts, with a 6 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 3 â–¬(300-399 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate 3 cars worth of metal for 14 posts, with a 6 post cooldown.
â–ˆ*DRAWBACKS â–¬ -Her whole body becomes a magnet on the inside of herself through the cool down posts, becoming unable to control being pulled towards metal object, as well as metal objects that can move will be pulled in towards her. Her arms and legs are the parts of her body that get affected. This affects anything metal within 15 feet of her. -Thicker and bigger objects outside her range require her to make repeat uses of her semblance, which will tire her out 3 times as fast than normal. -She cannot make metal out of thin air, stretch the metal into impossible proportions, and cannot make overly complex shapes. -she cannot control metal covered in aura -She cannot change the weight of the metal she bends, or form two pieces of smaller metal into one larger object. -Able to see her aura color on the metal.
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xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2019 6:07 pm
"The timing of death,
like the ending of a story,
gives a changed meaning to what preceded it." -Mary Catherine Bateson
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ POST COUNT: CLASSES/ MISSION: 0||0 INVENTORY: PROFILE: Enter if you dare~.
â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner
â–ˆ*CURRENT TEAM â–¬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) â–ˆ*PARTNER(S) â–¬ (Teammates, if you have any) â–ˆNICKNAME(S) â–¬ Niji â–ˆOCCUPATION â–¬ student, serial faunus killer, works part time as a butchers' assistant
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A F F E C T A T I O N â•«
â–ˆHEIGHT â–¬ 5"8 â–ˆWEIGHT â–¬145lbs
â–ˆHAIR â–¬ very long silver hair that is always braided and kept up in rings by ribbons â–ˆCLOTHING â–¬ -academy outfit -fancy, expensive clothes -items acquired from victims (accessory wise) -lingerie nightgowns â–ˆACCESSORIES â–¬ ribbons, a harmless looking bracelet with a built in explosive â–ˆEYES â–¬ ice blue eyes â–ˆBUILD â–¬ slightly toned, skinny, â–ˆTATTOOS â–¬ none â–ˆSCARS â–¬ A scar barely visible under her chin, a few on both of her wrists, one giant one on her back from shoulders to lower region, three small ones on her right ankle, all obtained from victims, though there are lies made with them â–ˆMARKINGS/FAUNUS FEATURES â–¬
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A R C H E T Y P E â•«
â–ˆNATURAL ABILITIES â–ˆPrimary Talent â–¬ telling lies/linguistic skills â–ˆFaunus Trait/Bonus Talent â–¬ enhanced speed â–ˆOther Talents â–¬ enhanced reflexes, coercion/acting â–ˆLEARNT ABILITIES â–ˆStrongest Skill â–¬ marksmanship â–ˆWeakest Skill â–¬ low mentality/willpower capacity when she is angered, leaves wider openings than when she is composed â–ˆOther Skills â–¬ taxidermy, hunting & slicing techniques
â–ˆLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ taxidermy, track & field, impersonation, sewing/stitching, torture/killing, terrifying people, pretending to be a model student, pretending to be friends with faunus to lower their guards, hunting down terrified victims, stalking witnesses to silence â–ˆ â–¬ herself, people worth her time â–ˆ â–¬ eclairs, mac and cheese, virgin bloody mary drinks, blood oranges, tomatoes â–ˆ â–¬ knives, make up (especially lipstick,) money, faunus trophy pieces (ex: horns, tails/ears, etc) artwork, horror films/novels â–ˆ â–¬ black widow spiders, black panthers, octopus, hippos, anacondas, moose, mice & rats, vultures, hyenas â–ˆDISLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ All faunus, snitches who manage to escape â–ˆ â–¬ anything she considers as pheasant food. â–ˆ â–¬ smiley face emojis, dirt, apartment buildings. â–ˆ â–¬ any animal considered faunus â–ˆ â–¬ reliving any forms of childhood experiences into present. â–ˆPERSONALITY TRAITS â–ˆNature â–¬ unstable, though is able to keep a proper composure in front of public eyes. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly battling mentally against herself to move on from her past, and keep her head into her goals properly. â–ˆVernacular â–¬ Negina has a rather naturally smooth tone, a hint of anger always in it's depths ONLY when ill tempered. Her tone can be loud or obnoxious plenty when she is tempered. Her acting voice is very uncanny, and can hide her ulterior tone with perfection, keeping a velvety, fake friendly voice. â–ˆPositive Traits â–¬ cunning, strategic, patient, good preparedness and precision, convincing adaptability skills, confident â–ˆNegative Traits â–¬ vain, narcissistic, two-faced, materialistic, low willpower in actual combat
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« H I S T O R Y â•«
â–ˆBACKGROUND â–¬
Dear reader, If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world, or you were smart enough to find this bibliography within the quarters of my journal. You were either snoopy, or you had no choice. What you are about to read... Is the full, and complete truth. They say nothing is more personal about a person than what they write in their diaries or journals. In this case, the fact remains the same. This is more than just a simple diary entry, and more than some sappy love note, expressing puppy love for meat sacks. This... This is my memoir... My will, and my life. Reader beware: by the end of this, you may think of me to be a killer. You may think of me as a sick, twisted pig. I will tell you now. I may be those things, but there is something I am more.... I am a victim. A victim by a race that should never have existed.. The faunus. Now that you have been informed... you may turn away and set this down if you wish to. I will not judge as much as you may be about to do. Should you continue, then proceed, and let your judgment be your guide..... Sincerely, Nejina. M/D, XXXX
"Growing up, I was what most may have called average. I had parents who loved me, and a few friends I never deserved to have in the end. They had turned away the moment I had to say goodbye. The neighbors were kind enough, and I was referred as a good kid. Things were fine in the apartment we had. Two bedrooms, a nice balcony view overlooking Beacon. Aah~ I can still recall the castings of shadows in my room from the sunsets, as they sailed into the darkness of night. How the shadows danced into my room, giving euphoric dreams of tomorrow, as they would creep into my sleep. A voice speaking of a future where I can be what I want, how I want, and whispers promising I will be splendid. Popular. Someone everyone wanted in their life, with no regrets. A living dream."
"One thing that was a downfall to all of this.... My looks. I can admit. I was an ugly child. I had my father's nose, and my mother’s low cheekbones, with skin of sandpaper, dryness I had difficult to maintain with our money budget at the time. I had paper thin lips, and a mole on the center of my forehead. A tragedy. The worst feature had to have been the overbite I suffered, almost 12 millimeters apart, with surgery I could never receive with permission. It was a painful struggle, always constantly trying to straighten my jaw to hide the flaw. The notion was obvious; impossible to hide. So much I was judged, by those passing by. My parents would always say I was the most beautiful girl in the world, trying to reassure the low self-esteem I carried. I would believe that load of pathetic lies with ridiculous passion, cries of exclamation claiming they made me feel like a princess. This was the calm before the storm, when I had my head in the clouds. Life made me crash back down. I had to come down from those clouds at some point. The dreams bring obsoletion."
"A wonderful apartment in a neighborhood of humans... Gone down the drain due to a job opportunity that could provide my family with better fortune. I can safely say... I considered this place we moved to, as the "Alienage" for the faunus scum of which we relocated towards. Of course, at that time... I was naïve, and all I could think of to do was do as I was told, for the sake of a happy family. " ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the apartment hadn't been so bad, I guess. It was closer to my father's work, and the neighbors were merely a family of horse faunus on one side, and a single possum faunus on the other. They were... Tolerable... For the most part, when I think back on it. Oh... Had I awakened to my primal huntress; I would have loved to have one of them up mounted on my wall. sighs they had the prettiest mane.... Hm. Any-who.... Some of the other faunus in the area, were either hostile of our presence, or were a bit discomforted. For the most part, many could adapt on a somewhat, more platonic level of tolerance they could possess... There were some who truly showed they were scum, and many who hid it very well. These ones were a group, who knew how to truly play the game of masks. True horrifying strategists of the faunus world... The Hyena."
"At first meeting, they offered up friendship. Three new "friends" to treasure. A promise of playing, dancing, and an everlasting circle of happiness. As someone who was new to the area, and clearly alone, I was easy shark bait. The steak for pleasures. I should have seen the lies. I should have seen the schemes. I was dumb. Pathetically dumb. The moment they referred to me as "Ugly Duckling," I should have left well enough alone. Left their circle. Of course, with their reasoning, using that old child's tale about the ugly duck that became a swan, how could I say no at the time? They were claiming, I would become a swan. Did no young person out there ever wish they were beautiful? Thinking back on all of this, I was stupid. That stupidity though, had made me the lovely little shadow I am today. Of course, they didn't stop at name calling. Oh no, they would soon prove to be the hell-spawn I would despise. What they would claim as fun and games, others would have considered to have been bullying. I, of course, could not see it. Rather yet, I had no wishes to realize it for myself, if it had meant I had to be friendless again. No. The price had been too high. Kids will do anything for friends, and this case was no different. In the time of all of this, you may as well have called me a slave. In order for me to have felt included, they had me bring them many of my toys, only for them to be broken later. If it wasn't the toys, it was my favorite outfits that would be in the crossfire. Treating me like a guinea pig was their favorite past time for sure. When they were unable to get money from their parents, I was coerced into stealing from mine. If only I had seen the logic behind leaving that life behind sooner. The coercion would even begin to escalate whenever I was brave enough to refuse. They would make their points across very well for childish posers. Hanging me upside down from a tree was a REAAAAL crowd pleaser. Had to love the laughter the most... They would torture me with those ridiculous laughs while I was defenceless.. I can still hear them to this day the moment one laughs away. "
"You know what I think of parents? Useless chicken shits. Too afraid to stand up against the parents of these nitwits. They were obviously afraid they were going to start being accused of racism to faunus. Told me to grin and bear it, and that everything was going to be okay. Even pulling a guilt trip, reminding me this was a fortunate thing for good ol' daddy. For his job of all things. It was an INSULT. An insult to choose feigning ignorance, and allowing their "beautiful" girl to be bullied. Good for nothing assholes. Too scared the faunus would kill them! How could I for surely be able to withstand the presence of other faunus to boot from all of this torment!? There was obviously no one truly in my corner. I was to fend alone. Forced to "grin and bare it." How fortunate for myself a snapping point had occurred. I had lasted 7 months of laughter, bullying, and abuse by these hyena. A miracle I am still alive. Ah... my parents SHOULD have stopped me sooner. Stopped me like the protective parents they claimed to be. The day I let the devil guide me... It was a rush~! Let's just say, it was a real good life lesson for EVERYBODY~. What, pray tell, must you ask of me? I will let it be known. My mind had swerved from all consciousness, embracing itself to sinister thoughts, singing for me to kill. Perhaps it was that call of ridiculous fate, since a lot of people out there use that word for reasons of their actions. Would fate truly be a reasoning? Could fate truly be the reason this night very happened? Complete and utter Bull****. Fate had nothing to do with what was about to take course that evening. Oh no~. It was the blood in my veins, the opening of my pores, the ringing laughter haunting my mind.... Ehee~!.... Most of all... It was the realization, that if one had to get something done, then one had to do it for themself... Even if it meant... Taking a life, and feeling the thrill of the hunt."
"Twas a very easy task. You know how children love to sneak out under the moon and stars, and back under the glory of nature? An easy feat to process, should one know how to time themselves, without getting in trouble. A simple thing for even children to do, especially those smart enough, and willing enough to take the time to learn. School had a use after all. The lace was a s**tdump, ut learning something was at least one kind of feat. I had done just that, after days of careful planning. Breaking one of mother's necklaces and stealing one of fathers ties. Hmph, Child's play~! Since the hyenas were so willing to destroy my clothes in some manner, it was of no surprise, that the moment I had told them I was able to borrow it for dress up, something would happen. They had sharp claws for fingernails. All it had taken was one swipe of the hands to shred it. Of course, having to sit there and cry like the little victim they knew me to be... Very simple to have done. All the damage they have caused... Who could simply grin and bare themselves, even when planning had been made? I WAS a child after all. Not even I could remain strong under the influence of three hellspawn faunus. This only furthered my rage to keep going. And going I had done so." "The moment night had hit after day nine of planning... The plan was to be in commence. I had this wonderful new pair of shoes that were meant to be sturdy, and of course, my parents had still believed I was getting into too many accidents aside from the bullying they ignored. Expensive shoes at that. As usual, they had been ruined like many other of my clothes. Well there was something I had not expected out of this. For once, in their miserable little lives, my parents had FINALLY decided to say something. Expensive shoes after all. Whateverrr were they thinking? Confronting these hyena for the shoes alone... How pathetic could they get!? Worried a out lousy footwear instead of worrying about me. I only say this, because I had a bruise from their little game of tag, all obvious on my arm. THAT was what they ignored. MY OBVIOUS BRUISE. One good thing had come out of this at least. Motive built. Scaring away the hyenas with their threats to tell their parents on them for these useless shoes, and a surprisingly racist slur by my father. Ooooh~ how that was gasoline to the later fire. Of course, being the good punching bag I was supposed to be, pretending to still believe these faunus were "friends," I could finally strike. As mentioned earlier, sneaking out was easy, especially after putting sleeping pills in my parents rinks before bringing them to the dinner table. I had no idea what pills they actually were at the time. I thought they were only pretty... Also because both used to take them all the time. Hahaha the rest was fantastic. Awaiting in my room till they had fallen asleep, I had used my father's shredded tie to grab our biggest butcher knife, making my way out by my window. It was on the second floor, and it was suuuuper late. Hah, thank goodness there were easy climbing obstacles to help me down and back up again~! Of course, I had to be in disguise~! Picking my mother's black coat was the most obvious of choices. It had enough pockets to help conceal the knife, and keeping the tie around the handle was merely on a whim. With these, plus the broken necklace in a aggy, I had made way to the apartment where they slumbered. I knocked and knocked, until one had finally woken up. Seeing me there outside watching, this must have confused them so~... They still climbed themselves out to see me.. How poor Kanya never saw any of this coming~. When she had joined me I had asked to speak in private, leading her away to a few fences over. When we were at a manageable distance, I spoke of wanting to apologize, and how sorry I was my parents had been so crude. They of course, thought I was an idiot, and how wasting their time for such a reason was stupid. Ha....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! The moment they had turned their back from me, I went in for the kill~! A pretty SLICE across the neck. Oh, they could have heard me draw the knife, but my sniffling sounds overbared the noise~.... They would turn to me, horroried as the delicious color of blood lingered down their body. I will never forget those eye~! AHAHAHAH... How could I afterall, when true fear by them was a nice change~ All that torment... All of that bullying~! How nice it was, the throbbing in my hand gripping the knife tight. The sound of gurgling, noiseless pleas, oddly satisfying change. Was I scared? NOPE~! I felt so ALIVE. I had almost bursted into laughter on the spot! All that was left to do now once the body had finally fallen to slumber, was leave the evidence I wanted to leave. Throwing the knife beside the body was simple. Having to drop the tie onto a part of the blood before smearing it on the fingers, was a bit tricky. Mothers coat was already ruined by the excess splashing, and dropping her necklace near the trees, a foot from the body had to be done. Her coat on the other hand had been a little harder, having to use a sleeve to lift a tiny garbage can to drop the coat in. The thing had sharp edges on the lid~! Had to protect my fingers~! The only problem had been my shoes! Those I had to throw out some other way. I hung onto them in the end, when the next morning the body had been found, and I had made it home safe and sound. Fences were a brilliant design choice to remain hidden."
"I know what you are thinking. How could a seven year old do all of this without being caught? After the police had arrived, I had to do the best acting ever. The moment they were questioned and arrested? I WAILED my lungs out so hard, I was a fake crying mess. How people are so easy to fool when a child cries themselves over the tiniest things~ With them taken in for questioning, I had to gather a few things according to the "smart adults." Telling the officers I wanted to grab something from momma;s room, I had taken the money they had stored in their nightstand. Ha... They had no idea I knew about it. I also had the shoes, that I had grabbed and hidden in a blanket, under a set of clothes. I can tell you, I did get rid of the shoes the moment I was getting scared. On route to the police station, I asked if I could use the bathroom. Taking me to a gas station stop, I stopped to "relieve myself" By taking the shoes and blanket, and dumping them into the bottom of the garbage can, before burying them under a big pile of wet paper towels while the sink was running and the toilet was flushed."
"To finish this off with a big bang... Had I felt any regret? NOPE! I can say, I ended up in foster care. All the laughter the first night.... In a place of both faunus and human children... I couldn't stay there! It was the moment I was all alone had I grabbed what little I had.... and ran away. Where did I end up? That is a mystery for another day. I will say this... I am no longer the "Ugly duckling." They hyenas had me right about one thing... I did end up as beautiful as a swan. Do you think of me as a murderer or a victim? I may not be there to see how your face is after reading all of this, but there is a moral to all of this. I am sure you can come up with a solution all up on your own. The rest I shall keep to my grave. Some secrets of my future and my life, are not worth the risk."
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« I N V E N T O R Y â•«
â–ˆPRIMARY WEAPON â–ˆ â–¬ Hannibal mercy â–ˆ â–¬ hannibal mercy is a blood red colored crowbar sort of weapon, 61 centimeters in length (2 feet.) Her weapon is able to split in the middle to become a staple and nail gun combo, the triggers, scopes, and cartridges activated by the motion. By twisting off the ends of the crowbar, she is able to fit one dust into each cartridge. â–ˆMelee Form â–¬ Sickle â–ˆRanged Form â–¬ staple gun with a scope, the staples can shoot up to 10 feet ahead. ammo amount 20, the scope can be brought out with a button â–ˆOther Form(s) â–¬ nail gun for bigger targets/ with a scope that can be brought out with a button (amount: 10 nails can fire up to 10 feet ahead), whip built in center part of sickle, can stretch out up to four meters. â–ˆAmmo Type â–¬ physical, aura enhanced onto ammo at level 2 â–ˆ â–¬ ammunition has to be manually changed like reloading a normal gun with cartridge and all. -nail firing has a larger recoil -safety automatically kicks in when out of ammo to signify reload
â–ˆOTHER WEAPONS â–ˆ â–¬ baby switchblade she hides in her shoes â–ˆ â–¬bracelet with a built in explosive ment for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape â–ˆ â–¬ â–ˆITEMS â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« S E M B L A N C E â•«
â–ˆ*NAME â–¬ The horror sound experience â–ˆ*AURA COLOR â–¬ scarlet red â–ˆ*DESCRIPTION â–ˆ â–¬ The horror sound experience is a sound enhancing/amplifying semblance. By activating her aura, she is able to enhance sound effects she creates with her mouth, and amplify increased noises to objects or her steps. (ex: make her footsteps echo louder, increase the noise of her weapon grinding against a pipe with a higher pitched noise, etc.) This is a semblance meant to add terror to an opponent, and at level three, paralyze a terrified opponent with fear. The idea of the semblance itself is to make her victims feel as if they were in a real life horror movie. This can be useful in combat as well to distract enemies and lure their attentions to her. Her semblance for the most part can cause paranoia and over cautiousness to unnerved and uncomposed opponents. â–ˆ*LEVEL 0 â–¬(1-99 posts) Nejina is able to amplify the sound of her footsteps and noises created with her mouth. Can cause paranoia and extra cautiousness. Can also be used to distract opponents in combat in groups (ex: grimm, people) (low roll count under 50 bad.) This can last 2 posts. â–ˆ*LEVEL 1â–¬ (100-199 posts) Nejina is able to amplify the sound of her weapon, and amplify her hands. This lasts 2 posts. â–ˆ*LEVEL 2â–¬ (200-299 posts) Nejina is able to amplify up to four inanimate objects. This can last up to three posts. â–ˆ*LEVEL 3 â–¬(300-399 posts) By level three Nejina has a chance of paralyzation to opponents. She is also able to use her semblance on her ammunition, making its firing noise 3 times as loud. When her ammunition hits something, it will also amplify the hitting sound. (ex: If nail hits a wall it will heighten the noise, making an echoing effect) The effect lasts for three posts â–ˆ*DRAWBACKS â–¬ She can be better located if she is not in any form of stealth, -she cannot use this semblance to locate others -She cannot amplify anyone else or use this on anyone else. - she will automatically go fully mute for a two post count, and deaf for one post after semblance deactivates.
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xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
✘ Judge, Jury, and Executioner ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Greetings Nejina, I shall be your judge for the day...for better or worse, not that I really care which it shall be. I will be as harsh or as kind as I feel you deserve, and your aptness for deception and coercion will not influence me in this regard. For whatever reason, I was given a fledgling villain such as yourself to assess. Seeing as you will be entering territory claimed by others and probably going to claim your own piece in the underworld, we shall have to set some things straight. So long as you are cooperative we will have no issues...but get on too many peoples bad end, and we may meet under less favorable circumstances. Or, we may become allies...Fate has a sense of humor after all. You are still young...You may turn to the side of good, or become ever more rotten. Without further ado, let the assessment begin. I will state what I see needs clarification, what I believe to be you embellishing or hiding your true capability, and we will go back and forth till I am satisfied. Your cooperation will determine how long this takes.
To start, lets get to something simple. While the idea of operating on your own is appealing, it may not be necessary in your circumstance. Their just so happens to be an organization with similar views and experiences to yourself. They are trustworthy enough to not rat you out, and are always looking for new members. Could be worth the time to look into for a fledgling such as yourself perhaps? It would give you the security of having a place to conduct your...hobbies, and you would be compensated. Perhaps even trusted with things, or special tasks. And you would be in a place surrounded by others who had a similar view as you in regards to faunus. Just a suggestion to give thought.
Now, onto the fun. I see you have coercion and acting listed as one of your two "Other talents". While I can see the connection between the two, they are sadly not the same. They just support one another, and as such you will have to list only one. It is hard to fit in all you desire to be, and all you can be. But this is the stuff you are better than the average at, so you need to decide which is favored between the two for the spot. Perhaps even shuffle a few of those talents or skills around for it.
Moving on, we reach your weakest skill...your Achilles heel so to speak. I will admit yours is a unique one, but I am not sure it fully fits the category. Primarily because it seems to be a situational weakest skill, based on your mood. Anger, in particular. It seems to me to fall more under a personality one, not just because it focuses on how prone she is to anger, which is not something that can be exploited all the time. In my experience, the weakest skill is something usually ever present. I know of an individual brimming with over confidence, a significant personality weakness to be exploited, but his ever present weakness is the inability to fight with weapons to give you an example. Perhaps, in your case, it could be that she is reckless in combat? That is less situational, but would get worse for her if she gets in an angry state too. And it would be an ever present weakness when she fights. Just as an option, your true weakness may be something else.
With that out of the way, we shall move onto your weapons. For your main one, a innovative and utilitarian one to be sure, you have a bit too many forms to it. I can see the crowbar splitting into two guns and count that as one form being the crowbar, one for the guns...but when it gets to the sickle with a whip I am afraid I cannot make an exception for it. That would be four forms, so you would need to pick one of them to work (in which I see the sickle being the most likely). Another question in regards to it would be whether they detach completely from one another for the gun forms, or remain attached in some way? I can see them being separate or having a bit of the metal bar between them since they were once a crowbar.
With the primary weapon done for now, though I may have more question for it later, let us get to your little explosive. Is it meant as a last stand threat, a way to take as many of your enemies down as possible, or simply to deny them the pleasure? I can understand all three reasons, but I do need to know the destructive strength of your explosive device and how far it can reach.
Finally, we find ourselves at your semblance. The culmination of your soul and power, brought together into a form that represents you in some way. There are a few points I want to make in the game your souls seems to have made with yours, as I will start with the most important. Fear manipulation is not allowed, past masking fear. I just want to clarify that now, as your semblance seems to work perfectly well to help incite fear by amplifying sound rather than force it on others. Just want you to keep in mind that whether someone reacts fearfully to your semblance or not is up to themselves. Which would bring us to your final level ability of paralysis with fear. Which is an issue for two points: the no fear manipulation policy (sadly) and paralysis itself. It can be worded to be an effect not caused by fear, or perhaps it is a voluntary one by the person. However the other issue is the effects of such...One being they can do nothing, and as it reads now, it is nothing for three whole posts. A lot can happen in that time, whether it be an easy escape...or easy victory for you. Perhaps a shorter duration could work, though I am honestly unsure as any caught in its effect would be powerless against you.
Judgement
∰-Core
∰- Faction: Maybe add tribe?
∰- Change title from WIP to A/A
∰-Archetype
∰- Other talents: Coercion/ Acting would be two separate talents.
∰- Weakest Skill: Weakest skill needs to be something other than personality (you can still have a personality one too though). Which from my understanding of this one, it seems personality based since it only triggers when angry.
Reckless in combat, for example, would work.
∰- Dislikes: ▬ anything she considers as pheasant food. Do you mean peasant food? This one is just clarification.
∰-Background
∰- The lace was a s**tdump, ut learning something was at least one kind of feat. Minor spelling error (in your 9th paragraph), but figured I would point out it should be but there (Know I hate finding spelling errors in mine x.x)
∰-Weapons
∰- You have a bit too many weapon forms. While I am fine with it splitting into two different types of guns from a crowbar (2 forms), it should only have one more form (sickle or whip) unless you are willing to have it weaker than a standard primary weapon.
∰- When it splits in the middle for staple gun and nail gun, do they remain attached by a piece of metal (enough to be held in both hands) or are completely detached from one another?
∰- bracelet with a built in explosive meant for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape
What is the strength/ radius of this explosive?
∰-Semblance
∰- So the major point to note for this is that we have a rule against fear manipulation and such, reserving its use just to mask it. While you can keep the semblance as is because you are just amplifying sounds to make things creepier, that would be more RP than directly causing them to be fearful.
∰- As per point above for the level 3, the paralysis caused by fear would not work as such. If you can say set a sound "trap" to make them get paralyzed, that could work. But it would require something so it is not instantly activated, and balancing it in duration is hard as it would render someone useless.
∰- At level 0, why is there something that says low roll (under 50) bad. Where would there be dice rolls in this semblance?
∰-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 ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
â–ˆ*CURRENT TEAM â–¬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) â–ˆ*PARTNER(S) â–¬ (Teammates, if you have any) â–ˆNICKNAME(S) â–¬ Niji â–ˆOCCUPATION â–¬ student, serial faunus killer, works part time as a butchers' assistant
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A F F E C T A T I O N â•«
â–ˆHEIGHT â–¬ 5"8 â–ˆWEIGHT â–¬145lbs
â–ˆHAIR â–¬ very long silver hair that is always braided and kept up in rings by ribbons â–ˆCLOTHING â–¬ -academy outfit -fancy, expensive clothes -items acquired from victims (accessory wise) -lingerie nightgowns â–ˆACCESSORIES â–¬ ribbons, a harmless looking bracelet with a built in explosive â–ˆEYES â–¬ ice blue eyes â–ˆBUILD â–¬ slightly toned, skinny, â–ˆTATTOOS â–¬ none â–ˆSCARS â–¬ A scar barely visible under her chin, a few on both of her wrists, one giant one on her back from shoulders to lower region, three small ones on her right ankle, all obtained from victims, though there are lies made with them â–ˆMARKINGS/FAUNUS FEATURES â–¬
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A R C H E T Y P E â•«
â–ˆNATURAL ABILITIES â–ˆPrimary Talent â–¬ telling lies/linguistic skills â–ˆFaunus Trait/Bonus Talent â–¬ enhanced speed â–ˆOther Talents â–¬ enhanced reflexes, acting â–ˆLEARNT ABILITIES â–ˆStrongest Skill â–¬ marksmanship â–ˆWeakest Skill â–¬ The longer she combats the more reckless she becomes â–ˆOther Skills â–¬ taxidermy, hunting & slicing techniques
â–ˆLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ taxidermy, track & field, impersonation, sewing/stitching, torture/killing, terrifying people, pretending to be a model student, pretending to be friends with faunus to lower their guards, hunting down terrified victims, stalking witnesses to silence â–ˆ â–¬ herself, people worth her time â–ˆ â–¬ eclairs, mac and cheese, virgin bloody mary drinks, blood oranges, tomatoes â–ˆ â–¬ knives, make up (especially lipstick,) money, faunus trophy pieces (ex: horns, tails/ears, etc) artwork, horror films/novels â–ˆ â–¬ black widow spiders, black panthers, octopus, hippos, anacondas, moose, mice & rats, vultures, hyenas â–ˆDISLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ All faunus, snitches who manage to escape â–ˆ â–¬ anything she considers as pheasant food (chips, instant coffee, popcorn, rice, cheap candy/chocolate) â–ˆ â–¬ smiley face emojis, dirt, apartment buildings. â–ˆ â–¬ any animal considered faunus â–ˆ â–¬ reliving any forms of childhood experiences into present. â–ˆPERSONALITY TRAITS â–ˆNature â–¬ unstable, though is able to keep a proper composure in front of public eyes. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly battling mentally against herself to move on from her past, and keep her head into her goals properly. She has a natural finesse with adapting to society, and playing the roles given to her, though it is a matter of her mentality at the end of the day. â–ˆVernacular â–¬ Negina has a rather naturally smooth tone, a hint of anger always in it's depths ONLY when ill tempered. Her tone can be loud or obnoxious plenty when she is tempered. Her acting voice is very uncanny, and can hide her ulterior tone with perfection, keeping a velvety, fake friendly voice. â–ˆPositive Traits â–¬ cunning, strategic, patient, good preparedness and precision, convincing adaptability skills, confident â–ˆNegative Traits â–¬ vain, narcissistic, two-faced, materialistic, low willpower in actual combat
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« H I S T O R Y â•«
â–ˆBACKGROUND â–¬
Dear reader, If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world, or you were smart enough to find this bibliography within the quarters of my journal. You were either snoopy, or you had no choice. What you are about to read... Is the full, and complete truth. They say nothing is more personal about a person than what they write in their diaries or journals. In this case, the fact remains the same. This is more than just a simple diary entry, and more than some sappy love note, expressing puppy love for meat sacks. This... This is my memoir... My will, and my life. Reader beware: by the end of this, you may think of me to be a killer. You may think of me as a sick, twisted pig. I will tell you now. I may be those things, but there is something I am more.... I am a victim. A victim by a race that should never have existed.. The faunus. Now that you have been informed... you may turn away and set this down if you wish to. I will not judge as much as you may be about to do. Should you continue, then proceed, and let your judgment be your guide..... Sincerely, Nejina. M/D, XXXX
"Growing up, I was what most may have called average. I had parents who loved me, and a few friends I never deserved to have in the end. They had turned away the moment I had to say goodbye. The neighbors were kind enough, and I was referred as a good kid. Things were fine in the apartment we had. Two bedrooms, a nice balcony view overlooking Beacon. Aah~ I can still recall the castings of shadows in my room from the sunsets, as they sailed into the darkness of night. How the shadows danced into my room, giving euphoric dreams of tomorrow, as they would creep into my sleep. A voice speaking of a future where I can be what I want, how I want, and whispers promising I will be splendid. Popular. Someone everyone wanted in their life, with no regrets. A living dream."
"One thing that was a downfall to all of this.... My looks. I can admit. I was an ugly child. I had my father's nose, and my mother’s low cheekbones, with skin of sandpaper, dryness I had difficult to maintain with our money budget at the time. I had paper thin lips, and a mole on the center of my forehead. A tragedy. The worst feature had to have been the overbite I suffered, almost 12 millimeters apart, with surgery I could never receive with permission. It was a painful struggle, always constantly trying to straighten my jaw to hide the flaw. The notion was obvious; impossible to hide. So much I was judged, by those passing by. My parents would always say I was the most beautiful girl in the world, trying to reassure the low self-esteem I carried. I would believe that load of pathetic lies with ridiculous passion, cries of exclamation claiming they made me feel like a princess. This was the calm before the storm, when I had my head in the clouds. Life made me crash back down. I had to come down from those clouds at some point. The dreams bring obsoletion."
"A wonderful apartment in a neighborhood of humans... Gone down the drain due to a job opportunity that could provide my family with better fortune. I can safely say... I considered this place we moved to, as the "Alienage" for the faunus scum of which we relocated towards. Of course, at that time... I was naïve, and all I could think of to do was do as I was told, for the sake of a happy family. " ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the apartment hadn't been so bad, I guess. It was closer to my father's work, and the neighbors were merely a family of horse faunus on one side, and a single possum faunus on the other. They were... Tolerable... For the most part, when I think back on it. Oh... Had I awakened to my primal huntress; I would have loved to have one of them up mounted on my wall. sighs they had the prettiest mane.... Hm. Any-who.... Some of the other faunus in the area, were either hostile of our presence, or were a bit discomforted. For the most part, many could adapt on a somewhat, more platonic level of tolerance they could possess... There were some who truly showed they were scum, and many who hid it very well. These ones were a group, who knew how to truly play the game of masks. True horrifying strategists of the faunus world... The Hyena."
"At first meeting, they offered up friendship. Three new "friends" to treasure. A promise of playing, dancing, and an everlasting circle of happiness. As someone who was new to the area, and clearly alone, I was easy shark bait. The steak for pleasures. I should have seen the lies. I should have seen the schemes. I was dumb. Pathetically dumb. The moment they referred to me as "Ugly Duckling," I should have left well enough alone. Left their circle. Of course, with their reasoning, using that old child's tale about the ugly duck that became a swan, how could I say no at the time? They were claiming, I would become a swan. Did no young person out there ever wish they were beautiful? Thinking back on all of this, I was stupid. That stupidity though, had made me the lovely little shadow I am today. Of course, they didn't stop at name calling. Oh no, they would soon prove to be the hell-spawn I would despise. What they would claim as fun and games, others would have considered to have been bullying. I, of course, could not see it. Rather yet, I had no wishes to realize it for myself, if it had meant I had to be friendless again. No. The price had been too high. Kids will do anything for friends, and this case was no different. In the time of all of this, you may as well have called me a slave. In order for me to have felt included, they had me bring them many of my toys, only for them to be broken later. If it wasn't the toys, it was my favorite outfits that would be in the crossfire. Treating me like a guinea pig was their favorite past time for sure. When they were unable to get money from their parents, I was coerced into stealing from mine. If only I had seen the logic behind leaving that life behind sooner. The coercion would even begin to escalate whenever I was brave enough to refuse. They would make their points across very well for childish posers. Hanging me upside down from a tree was a REAAAAL crowd pleaser. Had to love the laughter the most... They would torture me with those ridiculous laughs while I was defenceless.. I can still hear them to this day the moment one laughs away. "
"You know what I think of parents? Useless chicken shits. Too afraid to stand up against the parents of these nitwits. They were obviously afraid they were going to start being accused of racism to faunus. Told me to grin and bear it, and that everything was going to be okay. Even pulling a guilt trip, reminding me this was a fortunate thing for good ol' daddy. For his job of all things. It was an INSULT. An insult to choose feigning ignorance, and allowing their "beautiful" girl to be bullied. Good for nothing assholes. Too scared the faunus would kill them! How could I for surely be able to withstand the presence of other faunus to boot from all of this torment!? There was obviously no one truly in my corner. I was to fend alone. Forced to "grin and bare it." How fortunate for myself a snapping point had occurred. I had lasted 7 months of laughter, bullying, and abuse by these hyena. A miracle I am still alive. Ah... my parents SHOULD have stopped me sooner. Stopped me like the protective parents they claimed to be. The day I let the devil guide me... It was a rush~! Let's just say, it was a real good life lesson for EVERYBODY~. What, pray tell, must you ask of me? I will let it be known. My mind had swerved from all consciousness, embracing itself to sinister thoughts, singing for me to kill. Perhaps it was that call of ridiculous fate, since a lot of people out there use that word for reasons of their actions. Would fate truly be a reasoning? Could fate truly be the reason this night very happened? Complete and utter Bull****. Fate had nothing to do with what was about to take course that evening. Oh no~. It was the blood in my veins, the opening of my pores, the ringing laughter haunting my mind.... Ehee~!.... Most of all... It was the realization, that if one had to get something done, then one had to do it for themself... Even if it meant... Taking a life, and feeling the thrill of the hunt."
"Twas a very easy task. You know how children love to sneak out under the moon and stars, and back under the glory of nature? An easy feat to process, should one know how to time themselves, without getting in trouble. A simple thing for even children to do, especially those smart enough, and willing enough to take the time to learn. School had a use after all. The place was a s**t dump, but learning something was at least one kind of feat. I had done just that, after days of careful planning. Breaking one of mother's necklaces and stealing one of fathers ties. Hmph, Child's play~! Since the hyenas were so willing to destroy my clothes in some manner, it was of no surprise, that the moment I had told them I was able to borrow it for dress up, something would happen. They had sharp claws for fingernails. All it had taken was one swipe of the hands to shred it. Of course, having to sit there and cry like the little victim they knew me to be... Very simple to have done. All the damage they have caused... Who could simply grin and bare themselves, even when planning had been made? I WAS a child after all. Not even I could remain strong under the influence of three hellspawn faunus. This only furthered my rage to keep going. And going I had done so." "The moment night had hit after day nine of planning... The plan was to be in commence. I had this wonderful new pair of shoes that were meant to be sturdy, and of course, my parents had still believed I was getting into too many accidents aside from the bullying they ignored. Expensive shoes at that. As usual, they had been ruined like many other of my clothes. Well there was something I had not expected out of this. For once, in their miserable little lives, my parents had FINALLY decided to say something. Expensive shoes after all. Whateverrr were they thinking? Confronting these hyena for the shoes alone... How pathetic could they get!? Worried a out lousy footwear instead of worrying about me. I only say this, because I had a bruise from their little game of tag, all obvious on my arm. THAT was what they ignored. MY OBVIOUS BRUISE. One good thing had come out of this at least. Motive built. Scaring away the hyenas with their threats to tell their parents on them for these useless shoes, and a surprisingly racist slur by my father. Ooooh~ how that was gasoline to the later fire. Of course, being the good punching bag I was supposed to be, pretending to still believe these faunus were "friends," I could finally strike. As mentioned earlier, sneaking out was easy, especially after putting sleeping pills in my parents rinks before bringing them to the dinner table. I had no idea what pills they actually were at the time. I thought they were only pretty... Also because both used to take them all the time. Hahaha the rest was fantastic. Awaiting in my room till they had fallen asleep, I had used my father's shredded tie to grab our biggest butcher knife, making my way out by my window. It was on the second floor, and it was suuuuper late. Hah, thank goodness there were easy climbing obstacles to help me down and back up again~! Of course, I had to be in disguise~! Picking my mother's black coat was the most obvious of choices. It had enough pockets to help conceal the knife, and keeping the tie around the handle was merely on a whim. With these, plus the broken necklace in a aggy, I had made way to the apartment where they slumbered. I knocked and knocked, until one had finally woken up. Seeing me there outside watching, this must have confused them so~... They still climbed themselves out to see me.. How poor Kanya never saw any of this coming~. When she had joined me I had asked to speak in private, leading her away to a few fences over. When we were at a manageable distance, I spoke of wanting to apologize, and how sorry I was my parents had been so crude. They of course, thought I was an idiot, and how wasting their time for such a reason was stupid. Ha....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! The moment they had turned their back from me, I went in for the kill~! A pretty SLICE across the neck. Oh, they could have heard me draw the knife, but my sniffling sounds overbared the noise~.... They would turn to me, horroried as the delicious color of blood lingered down their body. I will never forget those eye~! AHAHAHAH... How could I afterall, when true fear by them was a nice change~ All that torment... All of that bullying~! How nice it was, the throbbing in my hand gripping the knife tight. The sound of gurgling, noiseless pleas, oddly satisfying change. Was I scared? NOPE~! I felt so ALIVE. I had almost bursted into laughter on the spot! All that was left to do now once the body had finally fallen to slumber, was leave the evidence I wanted to leave. Throwing the knife beside the body was simple. Having to drop the tie onto a part of the blood before smearing it on the fingers, was a bit tricky. Mothers coat was already ruined by the excess splashing, and dropping her necklace near the trees, a foot from the body had to be done. Her coat on the other hand had been a little harder, having to use a sleeve to lift a tiny garbage can to drop the coat in. The thing had sharp edges on the lid~! Had to protect my fingers~! The only problem had been my shoes! Those I had to throw out some other way. I hung onto them in the end, when the next morning the body had been found, and I had made it home safe and sound. Fences were a brilliant design choice to remain hidden."
"I know what you are thinking. How could a seven year old do all of this without being caught? After the police had arrived, I had to do the best acting ever. The moment they were questioned and arrested? I WAILED my lungs out so hard, I was a fake crying mess. How people are so easy to fool when a child cries themselves over the tiniest things~ With them taken in for questioning, I had to gather a few things according to the "smart adults." Telling the officers I wanted to grab something from momma's room, I had taken the money they had stored in their nightstand. Ha... They had no idea I knew about it. I also had the shoes, that I had grabbed and hidden in a blanket, under a set of clothes. I can tell you, I did get rid of the shoes the moment I was getting scared. On route to the police station, I asked if I could use the bathroom. Taking me to a gas station stop, I stopped to "relieve myself" By taking the shoes and blanket, and dumping them into the bottom of the garbage can, before burying them under a big pile of wet paper towels while the sink was running and the toilet was flushed."
"To finish this off with a big bang... Had I felt any regret? NOPE! I can say, I ended up in foster care. All the laughter the first night.... In a place of both faunus and human children... I couldn't stay there! It was the moment I was all alone had I grabbed what little I had.... and ran away. Where did I end up? That is a mystery for another day. I will say this... I am no longer the "Ugly duckling." They hyenas had me right about one thing... I did end up as beautiful as a swan. Do you think of me as a murderer or a victim? I may not be there to see how your face is after reading all of this, but there is a moral to all of this. I am sure you can come up with a solution all up on your own. The rest I shall keep to my grave. Some secrets of my future and my life, are not worth the risk."
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« I N V E N T O R Y â•«
â–ˆPRIMARY WEAPON â–ˆ â–¬ Hannibal mercy â–ˆ â–¬ hannibal mercy is a blood red colored crowbar sort of weapon, 61 centimeters in length (2 feet.) Her weapon is able to split in the middle to become a staple gun combo by twisting it in the center. The triggers, scopes, and cartridges are activated by the motion popping out into position while during the twist. By twisting off the ends of the crowbar, she is able to fit one dust into each cartridge. â–ˆMelee Form â–¬ crowbar â–ˆRanged Form â–¬ staple guns with a scope, the staples can shoot up to 10 feet ahead. ammo amount 20, the scope can be brought out with a button, and can zoom in distance up to 20 feet. The staples themselves are 26/6 width of crown, and 12.7mm in length. â–ˆOther Form(s) â–¬ â–ˆAmmo Type â–¬ physical, aura enhanced onto ammo at level 2 â–ˆ â–¬ ammunition has to be manually changed like reloading a normal gun with cartridge and all. -nail firing has a larger recoil -safety automatically kicks in when out of ammo to signify reload
â–ˆOTHER WEAPONS â–ˆ â–¬ baby switchblade she hides in her shoes â–ˆ â–¬bracelet with a built in explosive ment for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape. The explosive itself can make a 5 foot radius explosion. Anyone close to her can be hit if they are in the range. â–ˆ â–¬ â–ˆITEMS â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner â–ˆ â–¬4 staple gun cartridges â–ˆ â–¬a small pouch of scrap metal
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« S E M B L A N C E â•«
â–ˆ*NAME â–¬ Metal manipulation â–ˆ*AURA COLOR â–¬ ice blue â–ˆ*DESCRIPTION â–ˆ â–¬ Negina is able to bend and change the shape of metal, from small objects the size of her staples at level 0, to objects the size of a 3 inch thick door at level 3. She cannot make metal from thin air, or make the metal stretch into impossible proportions that could result in the metal falling apart. â–ˆ*LEVEL 0 â–¬(1-99 posts) Nejina is only able to bend metal objects the size of her staples, and bend them into needles, small balls, or various tiny simple shapes. â–ˆ*LEVEL 1â–¬ (100-199 posts) Nejina is able to bend metal up to the size of the palm of her hand. She can manipulate the metal to flatten and become circular discs, and form â–ˆ*LEVEL 2â–¬ (200-299 posts) Nejina is able to manipulate metal up up to the size of a car wheel. She can flatten the object into smaller blunt objects, and flatten to a bigger disc. â–ˆ*LEVEL 3 â–¬(300-399 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate metal up to the size and thickness of a 3 inch door. She can shrink the metal into smaller objects such as polearm weapons and bats, with a lot of extra metal bending, She able to bend the metal to form shields, but at full range, she is unable to pick the shield up herself. â–ˆ*DRAWBACKS â–¬ Her whole body becomes magnetized, makes her vulnerable to electronics and other forms containing lightning and energy. This causes parts of her body to shut down and pull towards the object against her will. Thicker and bigger objects require her to make repeat uses of her semblance, which will tire her out 3 times as fast than normal. -She cannot make metal out of thin air, stretch the metal into impossible proportions, and cannot make overly complex shapes. -She cannot change the weight of the metal she bends, or form two pieces of smaller metal into one larger object. .
narxfang
xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
✘ Judge, Jury, and Executioner ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ It seems our time together has not yet been finished. A pity you had to go through such...radical tests to determine your true latent power. Hear you would have had me believe it was sound manipulation that was your innate gift, an interesting one at that, but now I see what your ability truly is. Metal bending. I can see why you would desire to keep it a secret, it is always advantageous to know something your opponent does not. Even more so if you can make them believe something entirely wrong too. Besides that small hiccup in our business with one another, I see you have made most of the changes I requested. Good. I have another...less cooperative acquaintance that I am dealing with currently, but if you keep as is (aside from the semblance switching) then hopefully this shall be a much smoother process. We both have lives to end and place to be after all. So let us get right back into the swing of things, to make the world not have too much peace from our unique brand of chaos.
I see you listed the range of your explosive, good. Not too far but able to take a few unfortunate souls who think they have the upper hand at least. However I still need the strength of this explosive listed. I had received a message from you on a suggested strength for it, which I approve of for now. You merely have to fill it out on this form.
Now onto the major changes. An entire semblance switch. I am glad we sorted this out now rather than later, however you've left me at an interesting stage. This is the first i've had to encourage someone to reach out to list their full capabilities and to stop from being modest. Metal bending is a very versatile and powerful semblance if used with a creative enough mind. I have seen people who control blood, nature, fire, water, and metal in my mind seems to be on par with those. As such, do not be humble. List out the true hidden strength to your semblance, as I know it can affect more than the small sizes listed here. However, with great power there comes a price...I also need to learn how long you can use it, how many metallic objects you can affect, how much of a break your aura needs after exertion. All are important in judging how strong and balanced your power is. Further, you should know (if you haven't already tried) that metal bending aura coated objects would not work. The other persons aura would unfortunately prevent such a thing from occurring. I am also curious to learn how bad of an effect using this power has on you, since you listed a few interesting weaknesses. Your body shutting down, being magnetized, your semblance not acting as you would want it...all are interesting, but I desire to learn how much of a detriment they truly are. Further, I would like to know what she needs to do in order to manipulate it. Does she merely need to see it, or touch it? Does her aura coat it, if briefly, when controlled? All are important questions in determining the strength of your abilities. While this may seem a lot, this is the final segment we have to iron out. With luck, this may be the last meeting we have with one another.
Judgement
∰-Weapons
∰- bracelet with a built in explosive meant for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape
Please list what we discussed it is equivalent in strength to.
∰-Semblance
∰- This is a first for me but...we need to make this semblance stronger than it is. While also adding the clarifications of how long it can be used/ recharge.
- There should be a certain amount of posts that she can manipulate it per level (i recommend 5 at level 0, 10 at level 1, 15 at level 2, 20 at level 3) as a base but you can alter it and we can see how it would work.
- Cool down in using it (maybe 3 post recharge level 0, 3 at level 1, 4 at level 2, and 5 at level 3) or just a static 5 post recharge across all levels.
- She should be able to manipulate larger objects. Like maybe 3 cars worth of metal at level 3, something like a lamp post or even an oven at level 2, level 1 being something like maybe a metal baseball bat.
- Should be listed in drawbacks that it cannot affect metal coated in aura.
- Fun drawback, not required, could be that you see her aura color coating the metal.
- Should list how many metal objects she can bend at a time (is it only one, or more than one and if so how many).
- Can you explain more about her body being magnetized? Is that throughout the time she is actively using it, what determines if part of her body shuts down, and what would determine if metal is pulled towards her?
- Does she have to touch the metal to manipulate it? If so please list it in drawbacks.
∰-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 ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
â–ˆ*CURRENT TEAM â–¬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) â–ˆ*PARTNER(S) â–¬ (Teammates, if you have any) â–ˆNICKNAME(S) â–¬ Niji â–ˆOCCUPATION â–¬ student, serial faunus killer, works part time as a butchers' assistant
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A F F E C T A T I O N â•«
â–ˆHEIGHT â–¬ 5"8 â–ˆWEIGHT â–¬145lbs
â–ˆHAIR â–¬ very long silver hair that is always braided and kept up in rings by ribbons â–ˆCLOTHING â–¬ -academy outfit -fancy, expensive clothes -items acquired from victims (accessory wise) -lingerie nightgowns â–ˆACCESSORIES â–¬ ribbons, a harmless looking bracelet with a built in explosive â–ˆEYES â–¬ ice blue eyes â–ˆBUILD â–¬ slightly toned, skinny, â–ˆTATTOOS â–¬ none â–ˆSCARS â–¬ A scar barely visible under her chin, a few on both of her wrists, one giant one on her back from shoulders to lower region, three small ones on her right ankle, all obtained from victims, though there are lies made with them â–ˆMARKINGS/FAUNUS FEATURES â–¬
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A R C H E T Y P E â•«
â–ˆNATURAL ABILITIES â–ˆPrimary Talent â–¬ telling lies/linguistic skills â–ˆFaunus Trait/Bonus Talent â–¬ enhanced speed â–ˆOther Talents â–¬ enhanced reflexes, acting â–ˆLEARNT ABILITIES â–ˆStrongest Skill â–¬ marksmanship â–ˆWeakest Skill â–¬ The longer she combats the more reckless she becomes â–ˆOther Skills â–¬ taxidermy, hunting & slicing techniques
â–ˆLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ taxidermy, track & field, impersonation, sewing/stitching, torture/killing, terrifying people, pretending to be a model student, pretending to be friends with faunus to lower their guards, hunting down terrified victims, stalking witnesses to silence â–ˆ â–¬ herself, people worth her time â–ˆ â–¬ eclairs, mac and cheese, virgin bloody mary drinks, blood oranges, tomatoes â–ˆ â–¬ knives, make up (especially lipstick,) money, faunus trophy pieces (ex: horns, tails/ears, etc) artwork, horror films/novels â–ˆ â–¬ black widow spiders, black panthers, octopus, hippos, anacondas, moose, mice & rats, vultures, hyenas â–ˆDISLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ All faunus, snitches who manage to escape â–ˆ â–¬ anything she considers as pheasant food (chips, instant coffee, popcorn, rice, cheap candy/chocolate) â–ˆ â–¬ smiley face emojis, dirt, apartment buildings. â–ˆ â–¬ any animal considered faunus â–ˆ â–¬ reliving any forms of childhood experiences into present. â–ˆPERSONALITY TRAITS â–ˆNature â–¬ unstable, though is able to keep a proper composure in front of public eyes. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly battling mentally against herself to move on from her past, and keep her head into her goals properly. She has a natural finesse with adapting to society, and playing the roles given to her, though it is a matter of her mentality at the end of the day. â–ˆVernacular â–¬ Negina has a rather naturally smooth tone, a hint of anger always in it's depths ONLY when ill tempered. Her tone can be loud or obnoxious plenty when she is tempered. Her acting voice is very uncanny, and can hide her ulterior tone with perfection, keeping a velvety, fake friendly voice. â–ˆPositive Traits â–¬ cunning, strategic, patient, good preparedness and precision, convincing adaptability skills, confident â–ˆNegative Traits â–¬ vain, sadistic, two-faced, materialistic, low willpower in actual combat, mentally unstable
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« H I S T O R Y â•«
â–ˆBACKGROUND â–¬
Dear reader, If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world, or you were smart enough to find this bibliography within the quarters of my journal. You were either snoopy, or you had no choice. What you are about to read... Is the full, and complete truth. They say nothing is more personal about a person than what they write in their diaries or journals. In this case, the fact remains the same. This is more than just a simple diary entry, and more than some sappy love note, expressing puppy love for meat sacks. This... This is my memoir... My will, and my life. Reader beware: by the end of this, you may think of me to be a killer. You may think of me as a sick, twisted pig. I will tell you now. I may be those things, but there is something I am more.... I am a victim. A victim by a race that should never have existed.. The faunus. Now that you have been informed... you may turn away and set this down if you wish to. I will not judge as much as you may be about to do. Should you continue, then proceed, and let your judgment be your guide..... Sincerely, Nejina. M/D, XXXX
"Growing up, I was what most may have called average. I had parents who loved me, and a few friends I never deserved to have in the end. They had turned away the moment I had to say goodbye. The neighbors were kind enough, and I was referred as a good kid. Things were fine in the apartment we had. Two bedrooms, a nice balcony view overlooking Beacon. Aah~ I can still recall the castings of shadows in my room from the sunsets, as they sailed into the darkness of night. How the shadows danced into my room, giving euphoric dreams of tomorrow, as they would creep into my sleep. A voice speaking of a future where I can be what I want, how I want, and whispers promising I will be splendid. Popular. Someone everyone wanted in their life, with no regrets. A living dream."
"One thing that was a downfall to all of this.... My looks. I can admit. I was an ugly child. I had my father's nose, and my mother’s low cheekbones, with skin of sandpaper, dryness I had difficult to maintain with our money budget at the time. I had paper thin lips, and a mole on the center of my forehead. A tragedy. The worst feature had to have been the overbite I suffered, almost 12 millimeters apart, with surgery I could never receive with permission. It was a painful struggle, always constantly trying to straighten my jaw to hide the flaw. The notion was obvious; impossible to hide. So much I was judged, by those passing by. My parents would always say I was the most beautiful girl in the world, trying to reassure the low self-esteem I carried. I would believe that load of pathetic lies with ridiculous passion, cries of exclamation claiming they made me feel like a princess. This was the calm before the storm, when I had my head in the clouds. Life made me crash back down. I had to come down from those clouds at some point. The dreams bring obsoletion."
"A wonderful apartment in a neighborhood of humans... Gone down the drain due to a job opportunity that could provide my family with better fortune. I can safely say... I considered this place we moved to, as the "Alienage" for the faunus scum of which we relocated towards. Of course, at that time... I was naïve, and all I could think of to do was do as I was told, for the sake of a happy family. " ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the apartment hadn't been so bad, I guess. It was closer to my father's work, and the neighbors were merely a family of horse faunus on one side, and a single possum faunus on the other. They were... Tolerable... For the most part, when I think back on it. Oh... Had I awakened to my primal huntress; I would have loved to have one of them up mounted on my wall. sighs they had the prettiest mane.... Hm. Any-who.... Some of the other faunus in the area, were either hostile of our presence, or were a bit discomforted. For the most part, many could adapt on a somewhat, more platonic level of tolerance they could possess... There were some who truly showed they were scum, and many who hid it very well. These ones were a group, who knew how to truly play the game of masks. True horrifying strategists of the faunus world... The Hyena."
"At first meeting, they offered up friendship. Three new "friends" to treasure. A promise of playing, dancing, and an everlasting circle of happiness. As someone who was new to the area, and clearly alone, I was easy shark bait. The steak for pleasures. I should have seen the lies. I should have seen the schemes. I was dumb. Pathetically dumb. The moment they referred to me as "Ugly Duckling," I should have left well enough alone. Left their circle. Of course, with their reasoning, using that old child's tale about the ugly duck that became a swan, how could I say no at the time? They were claiming, I would become a swan. Did no young person out there ever wish they were beautiful? Thinking back on all of this, I was stupid. That stupidity though, had made me the lovely little shadow I am today. Of course, they didn't stop at name calling. Oh no, they would soon prove to be the hell-spawn I would despise. What they would claim as fun and games, others would have considered to have been bullying. I, of course, could not see it. Rather yet, I had no wishes to realize it for myself, if it had meant I had to be friendless again. No. The price had been too high. Kids will do anything for friends, and this case was no different. In the time of all of this, you may as well have called me a slave. In order for me to have felt included, they had me bring them many of my toys, only for them to be broken later. If it wasn't the toys, it was my favorite outfits that would be in the crossfire. Treating me like a guinea pig was their favorite past time for sure. When they were unable to get money from their parents, I was coerced into stealing from mine. If only I had seen the logic behind leaving that life behind sooner. The coercion would even begin to escalate whenever I was brave enough to refuse. They would make their points across very well for childish posers. Hanging me upside down from a tree was a REAAAAL crowd pleaser. Had to love the laughter the most... They would torture me with those ridiculous laughs while I was defenceless.. I can still hear them to this day the moment one laughs away. "
"You know what I think of parents? Useless chicken shits. Too afraid to stand up against the parents of these nitwits. They were obviously afraid they were going to start being accused of racism to faunus. Told me to grin and bear it, and that everything was going to be okay. Even pulling a guilt trip, reminding me this was a fortunate thing for good ol' daddy. For his job of all things. It was an INSULT. An insult to choose feigning ignorance, and allowing their "beautiful" girl to be bullied. Good for nothing assholes. Too scared the faunus would kill them! How could I for surely be able to withstand the presence of other faunus to boot from all of this torment!? There was obviously no one truly in my corner. I was to fend alone. Forced to "grin and bare it." How fortunate for myself a snapping point had occurred. I had lasted 7 months of laughter, bullying, and abuse by these hyena. A miracle I am still alive. Ah... my parents SHOULD have stopped me sooner. Stopped me like the protective parents they claimed to be. The day I let the devil guide me... It was a rush~! Let's just say, it was a real good life lesson for EVERYBODY~. What, pray tell, must you ask of me? I will let it be known. My mind had swerved from all consciousness, embracing itself to sinister thoughts, singing for me to kill. Perhaps it was that call of ridiculous fate, since a lot of people out there use that word for reasons of their actions. Would fate truly be a reasoning? Could fate truly be the reason this night very happened? Complete and utter Bull****. Fate had nothing to do with what was about to take course that evening. Oh no~. It was the blood in my veins, the opening of my pores, the ringing laughter haunting my mind.... Ehee~!.... Most of all... It was the realization, that if one had to get something done, then one had to do it for themself... Even if it meant... Taking a life, and feeling the thrill of the hunt."
"Twas a very easy task. You know how children love to sneak out under the moon and stars, and back under the glory of nature? An easy feat to process, should one know how to time themselves, without getting in trouble. A simple thing for even children to do, especially those smart enough, and willing enough to take the time to learn. School had a use after all. The place was a s**t dump, but learning something was at least one kind of feat. I had done just that, after days of careful planning. Breaking one of mother's necklaces and stealing one of fathers ties. Hmph, Child's play~! Since the hyenas were so willing to destroy my clothes in some manner, it was of no surprise, that the moment I had told them I was able to borrow it for dress up, something would happen. They had sharp claws for fingernails. All it had taken was one swipe of the hands to shred it. Of course, having to sit there and cry like the little victim they knew me to be... Very simple to have done. All the damage they have caused... Who could simply grin and bare themselves, even when planning had been made? I WAS a child after all. Not even I could remain strong under the influence of three hellspawn faunus. This only furthered my rage to keep going. And going I had done so." "The moment night had hit after day nine of planning... The plan was to be in commence. I had this wonderful new pair of shoes that were meant to be sturdy, and of course, my parents had still believed I was getting into too many accidents aside from the bullying they ignored. Expensive shoes at that. As usual, they had been ruined like many other of my clothes. Well there was something I had not expected out of this. For once, in their miserable little lives, my parents had FINALLY decided to say something. Expensive shoes after all. Whateverrr were they thinking? Confronting these hyena for the shoes alone... How pathetic could they get!? Worried a out lousy footwear instead of worrying about me. I only say this, because I had a bruise from their little game of tag, all obvious on my arm. THAT was what they ignored. MY OBVIOUS BRUISE. One good thing had come out of this at least. Motive built. Scaring away the hyenas with their threats to tell their parents on them for these useless shoes, and a surprisingly racist slur by my father. Ooooh~ how that was gasoline to the later fire. Of course, being the good punching bag I was supposed to be, pretending to still believe these faunus were "friends," I could finally strike. As mentioned earlier, sneaking out was easy, especially after putting sleeping pills in my parents rinks before bringing them to the dinner table. I had no idea what pills they actually were at the time. I thought they were only pretty... Also because both used to take them all the time. Hahaha the rest was fantastic. Awaiting in my room till they had fallen asleep, I had used my father's shredded tie to grab our biggest butcher knife, making my way out by my window. It was on the second floor, and it was suuuuper late. Hah, thank goodness there were easy climbing obstacles to help me down and back up again~! Of course, I had to be in disguise~! Picking my mother's black coat was the most obvious of choices. It had enough pockets to help conceal the knife, and keeping the tie around the handle was merely on a whim. With these, plus the broken necklace in a aggy, I had made way to the apartment where they slumbered. I knocked and knocked, until one had finally woken up. Seeing me there outside watching, this must have confused them so~... They still climbed themselves out to see me.. How poor Kanya never saw any of this coming~. When she had joined me I had asked to speak in private, leading her away to a few fences over. When we were at a manageable distance, I spoke of wanting to apologize, and how sorry I was my parents had been so crude. They of course, thought I was an idiot, and how wasting their time for such a reason was stupid. Ha....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! The moment they had turned their back from me, I went in for the kill~! A pretty SLICE across the neck. Oh, they could have heard me draw the knife, but my sniffling sounds overbared the noise~.... They would turn to me, horroried as the delicious color of blood lingered down their body. I will never forget those eye~! AHAHAHAH... How could I afterall, when true fear by them was a nice change~ All that torment... All of that bullying~! How nice it was, the throbbing in my hand gripping the knife tight. The sound of gurgling, noiseless pleas, oddly satisfying change. Was I scared? NOPE~! I felt so ALIVE. I had almost bursted into laughter on the spot! All that was left to do now once the body had finally fallen to slumber, was leave the evidence I wanted to leave. Throwing the knife beside the body was simple. Having to drop the tie onto a part of the blood before smearing it on the fingers, was a bit tricky. Mothers coat was already ruined by the excess splashing, and dropping her necklace near the trees, a foot from the body had to be done. Her coat on the other hand had been a little harder, having to use a sleeve to lift a tiny garbage can to drop the coat in. The thing had sharp edges on the lid~! Had to protect my fingers~! The only problem had been my shoes! Those I had to throw out some other way. I hung onto them in the end, when the next morning the body had been found, and I had made it home safe and sound. Fences were a brilliant design choice to remain hidden."
"I know what you are thinking. How could a seven year old do all of this without being caught? After the police had arrived, I had to do the best acting ever. The moment they were questioned and arrested? I WAILED my lungs out so hard, I was a fake crying mess. How people are so easy to fool when a child cries themselves over the tiniest things~ With them taken in for questioning, I had to gather a few things according to the "smart adults." Telling the officers I wanted to grab something from momma's room, I had taken the money they had stored in their nightstand. Ha... They had no idea I knew about it. I also had the shoes, that I had grabbed and hidden in a blanket, under a set of clothes. I can tell you, I did get rid of the shoes the moment I was getting scared. On route to the police station, I asked if I could use the bathroom. Taking me to a gas station stop, I stopped to "relieve myself" By taking the shoes and blanket, and dumping them into the bottom of the garbage can, before burying them under a big pile of wet paper towels while the sink was running and the toilet was flushed."
"To finish this off with a big bang... Had I felt any regret? NOPE! I can say, I ended up in foster care. All the laughter the first night.... In a place of both faunus and human children... I couldn't stay there! It was the moment I was all alone had I grabbed what little I had.... and ran away. Where did I end up? That is a mystery for another day. I will say this... I am no longer the "Ugly duckling." They hyenas had me right about one thing... I did end up as beautiful as a swan. Do you think of me as a murderer or a victim? I may not be there to see how your face is after reading all of this, but there is a moral to all of this. I am sure you can come up with a solution all up on your own. The rest I shall keep to my grave. Some secrets of my future and my life, are not worth the risk."
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« I N V E N T O R Y â•«
â–ˆPRIMARY WEAPON â–ˆ â–¬ Hannibal mercy â–ˆ â–¬ hannibal mercy is a blood red colored crowbar sort of weapon, 61 centimeters in length (2 feet.) Her weapon is able to split in the middle to become a staple gun combo by twisting it in the center. The triggers, scopes, and cartridges are activated by the motion popping out into position while during the twist. By twisting off the ends of the crowbar, she is able to fit one dust into each cartridge. â–ˆMelee Form â–¬ crowbar â–ˆRanged Form â–¬ staple guns with a scope, the staples can shoot up to 10 feet ahead. ammo amount 20, the scope can be brought out with a button, and can zoom in distance up to 20 feet. The staples themselves are 26/6 width of crown, and 12.7mm in length. â–ˆOther Form(s) â–¬ â–ˆAmmo Type â–¬ physical, aura enhanced onto ammo at level 2 â–ˆ â–¬ ammunition has to be manually changed like reloading a normal gun with cartridge and all. -nail firing has a larger recoil -safety automatically kicks in when out of ammo to signify reload
â–ˆOTHER WEAPONS â–ˆ â–¬ baby switchblade she hides in her shoes â–ˆ â–¬bracelet with a built in explosive ment for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape. The explosive itself can make a 5 foot radius explosion. Anyone close to her can be hit if they are in the range. The strength of the explosive itself is equivalent to a C4 bomb. â–ˆ â–¬ â–ˆITEMS â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner â–ˆ â–¬4 staple gun cartridges â–ˆ â–¬a small pouch of scrap metal
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« S E M B L A N C E â•«
â–ˆ*NAME â–¬ Metal manipulation â–ˆ*AURA COLOR â–¬ ice blue â–ˆ*DESCRIPTION â–ˆ â–¬ Negina is able to bend and change the shape of metal, from small objects the size of her staples at level 0, to objects up to 3 cars worth at level 3. With this ability she can utilize simplistic shapes, weapons, and even shields. Nejina is able to activate the semblance by two ways. The first way is by her making actual contact with an object. The second way, she is able to coat her aura onto a staple cartridge, and firing a staple from that cartridge at an object. When her aura makes contact with an object, it gives her the control and full utilization of her semblance. â–ˆ*LEVEL 0 â–¬(1-99 posts) Nejina is only able to bend metal objects the size of her staples, and bend them into needles, small balls, or various tiny simple shapes. She is able to make this control for 5 posts, with a 2 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 1â–¬ (100-199 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate a baseball bats worth of metal. She is able to control this for up to 8 posts, with a 4 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 2â–¬ (200-299 posts) Nejina is able to manipulate up to 1 refrigerators worth of metal. She is able to control it for up to 11 posts, with a 6 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 3 â–¬(300-399 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate 3 cars worth of metal for 14 posts, with a 6 post cooldown.
â–ˆ*DRAWBACKS â–¬ -Her whole body becomes a magnet on the inside of herself through the cool down posts, becoming unable to control being pulled towards metal object, as well as metal objects that can move will be pulled in towards her. Her arms and legs are the parts of her body that get affected. This affects anything metal within 15 feet of her. -Thicker and bigger objects outside her range require her to make repeat uses of her semblance, which will tire her out 3 times as fast than normal. -She cannot make metal out of thin air, stretch the metal into impossible proportions, and cannot make overly complex shapes. -she cannot control metal covered in aura -She cannot change the weight of the metal she bends, or form two pieces of smaller metal into one larger object. -Able to see her aura color on the metal.
narxfang
xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2020 1:26 pm
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« Q U E S T P O I N T S â•«
â–ˆ*TOTAL â–¬ 2 â–ˆ*UNTIL NEXT GRADE â–¬ 5 â–ˆ*CURRENT GRADE â–¬ (Put your current class) â–ˆ*CLASSES COMPLETED Survival, history â–ˆ*LOG OF COMPLETION â–¬ History
â–ˆ*CURRENT TEAM â–¬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) â–ˆ*PARTNER(S) â–¬ (Teammates, if you have any) â–ˆNICKNAME(S) â–¬ Niji â–ˆOCCUPATION â–¬ student, serial faunus killer, works part time as a butchers' assistant
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A F F E C T A T I O N â•«
â–ˆHEIGHT â–¬ 5"8 â–ˆWEIGHT â–¬145lbs
â–ˆHAIR â–¬ very long silver hair that is always braided and kept up in rings by ribbons â–ˆCLOTHING â–¬ -academy outfit -fancy, expensive clothes -items acquired from victims (accessory wise) -lingerie nightgowns -Battle outfit: Combat outfit â–ˆACCESSORIES â–¬ ribbons, a harmless looking bracelet with a built in explosive â–ˆEYES â–¬ ice blue eyes â–ˆBUILD â–¬ slightly toned, skinny, â–ˆTATTOOS â–¬ none â–ˆSCARS â–¬ A scar barely visible under her chin, a few on both of her wrists, one giant one on her back from shoulders to lower region, three small ones on her right ankle, all obtained from victims, though there are lies made with them â–ˆMARKINGS/FAUNUS FEATURES â–¬
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« A R C H E T Y P E â•«
â–ˆNATURAL ABILITIES â–ˆPrimary Talent â–¬ telling lies/linguistic skills â–ˆFaunus Trait/Bonus Talent â–¬ enhanced speed â–ˆOther Talents â–¬ enhanced reflexes, acting â–ˆLEARNT ABILITIES â–ˆStrongest Skill â–¬ marksmanship â–ˆWeakest Skill â–¬ The longer she combats the more reckless she becomes â–ˆOther Skills â–¬ taxidermy, hunting & slicing techniques
â–ˆLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ taxidermy, track & field, impersonation, sewing/stitching, torture/killing, terrifying people, pretending to be a model student, pretending to be friends with faunus to lower their guards, hunting down terrified victims, stalking witnesses to silence â–ˆ â–¬ herself, people worth her time â–ˆ â–¬ eclairs, mac and cheese, virgin bloody mary drinks, blood oranges, tomatoes â–ˆ â–¬ knives, make up (especially lipstick,) money, faunus trophy pieces (ex: horns, tails/ears, etc) artwork, horror films/novels â–ˆ â–¬ black widow spiders, black panthers, octopus, hippos, anacondas, moose, mice & rats, vultures, hyenas â–ˆDISLIKES â–ˆ â–¬ All faunus, snitches who manage to escape â–ˆ â–¬ anything she considers as pheasant food (chips, instant coffee, popcorn, rice, cheap candy/chocolate) â–ˆ â–¬ smiley face emojis, dirt, apartment buildings. â–ˆ â–¬ any animal considered faunus â–ˆ â–¬ reliving any forms of childhood experiences into present. â–ˆPERSONALITY TRAITS â–ˆNature â–¬ unstable, though is able to keep a proper composure in front of public eyes. She has a bit of an inferiority complex, constantly battling mentally against herself to move on from her past, and keep her head into her goals properly. She has a natural finesse with adapting to society, and playing the roles given to her, though it is a matter of her mentality at the end of the day. â–ˆVernacular â–¬ Negina has a rather naturally smooth tone, a hint of anger always in it's depths ONLY when ill tempered. Her tone can be loud or obnoxious plenty when she is tempered. Her acting voice is very uncanny, and can hide her ulterior tone with perfection, keeping a velvety, fake friendly voice. â–ˆPositive Traits â–¬ cunning, strategic, patient, good preparedness and precision, convincing adaptability skills, confident â–ˆNegative Traits â–¬ vain, sadistic, two-faced, materialistic, low willpower in actual combat, mentally unstable
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« H I S T O R Y â•«
â–ˆBACKGROUND â–¬
Dear reader, If you are reading this, then I am no longer of this world, or you were smart enough to find this bibliography within the quarters of my journal. You were either snoopy, or you had no choice. What you are about to read... Is the full, and complete truth. They say nothing is more personal about a person than what they write in their diaries or journals. In this case, the fact remains the same. This is more than just a simple diary entry, and more than some sappy love note, expressing puppy love for meat sacks. This... This is my memoir... My will, and my life. Reader beware: by the end of this, you may think of me to be a killer. You may think of me as a sick, twisted pig. I will tell you now. I may be those things, but there is something I am more.... I am a victim. A victim by a race that should never have existed.. The faunus. Now that you have been informed... you may turn away and set this down if you wish to. I will not judge as much as you may be about to do. Should you continue, then proceed, and let your judgment be your guide..... Sincerely, Nejina. M/D, XXXX
"Growing up, I was what most may have called average. I had parents who loved me, and a few friends I never deserved to have in the end. They had turned away the moment I had to say goodbye. The neighbors were kind enough, and I was referred as a good kid. Things were fine in the apartment we had. Two bedrooms, a nice balcony view overlooking Beacon. Aah~ I can still recall the castings of shadows in my room from the sunsets, as they sailed into the darkness of night. How the shadows danced into my room, giving euphoric dreams of tomorrow, as they would creep into my sleep. A voice speaking of a future where I can be what I want, how I want, and whispers promising I will be splendid. Popular. Someone everyone wanted in their life, with no regrets. A living dream."
"One thing that was a downfall to all of this.... My looks. I can admit. I was an ugly child. I had my father's nose, and my mother’s low cheekbones, with skin of sandpaper, dryness I had difficult to maintain with our money budget at the time. I had paper thin lips, and a mole on the center of my forehead. A tragedy. The worst feature had to have been the overbite I suffered, almost 12 millimeters apart, with surgery I could never receive with permission. It was a painful struggle, always constantly trying to straighten my jaw to hide the flaw. The notion was obvious; impossible to hide. So much I was judged, by those passing by. My parents would always say I was the most beautiful girl in the world, trying to reassure the low self-esteem I carried. I would believe that load of pathetic lies with ridiculous passion, cries of exclamation claiming they made me feel like a princess. This was the calm before the storm, when I had my head in the clouds. Life made me crash back down. I had to come down from those clouds at some point. The dreams bring obsoletion."
"A wonderful apartment in a neighborhood of humans... Gone down the drain due to a job opportunity that could provide my family with better fortune. I can safely say... I considered this place we moved to, as the "Alienage" for the faunus scum of which we relocated towards. Of course, at that time... I was naïve, and all I could think of to do was do as I was told, for the sake of a happy family. " ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the apartment hadn't been so bad, I guess. It was closer to my father's work, and the neighbors were merely a family of horse faunus on one side, and a single possum faunus on the other. They were... Tolerable... For the most part, when I think back on it. Oh... Had I awakened to my primal huntress; I would have loved to have one of them up mounted on my wall. sighs they had the prettiest mane.... Hm. Any-who.... Some of the other faunus in the area, were either hostile of our presence, or were a bit discomforted. For the most part, many could adapt on a somewhat, more platonic level of tolerance they could possess... There were some who truly showed they were scum, and many who hid it very well. These ones were a group, who knew how to truly play the game of masks. True horrifying strategists of the faunus world... The Hyena."
"At first meeting, they offered up friendship. Three new "friends" to treasure. A promise of playing, dancing, and an everlasting circle of happiness. As someone who was new to the area, and clearly alone, I was easy shark bait. The steak for pleasures. I should have seen the lies. I should have seen the schemes. I was dumb. Pathetically dumb. The moment they referred to me as "Ugly Duckling," I should have left well enough alone. Left their circle. Of course, with their reasoning, using that old child's tale about the ugly duck that became a swan, how could I say no at the time? They were claiming, I would become a swan. Did no young person out there ever wish they were beautiful? Thinking back on all of this, I was stupid. That stupidity though, had made me the lovely little shadow I am today. Of course, they didn't stop at name calling. Oh no, they would soon prove to be the hell-spawn I would despise. What they would claim as fun and games, others would have considered to have been bullying. I, of course, could not see it. Rather yet, I had no wishes to realize it for myself, if it had meant I had to be friendless again. No. The price had been too high. Kids will do anything for friends, and this case was no different. In the time of all of this, you may as well have called me a slave. In order for me to have felt included, they had me bring them many of my toys, only for them to be broken later. If it wasn't the toys, it was my favorite outfits that would be in the crossfire. Treating me like a guinea pig was their favorite past time for sure. When they were unable to get money from their parents, I was coerced into stealing from mine. If only I had seen the logic behind leaving that life behind sooner. The coercion would even begin to escalate whenever I was brave enough to refuse. They would make their points across very well for childish posers. Hanging me upside down from a tree was a REAAAAL crowd pleaser. Had to love the laughter the most... They would torture me with those ridiculous laughs while I was defenceless.. I can still hear them to this day the moment one laughs away. "
"You know what I think of parents? Useless chicken shits. Too afraid to stand up against the parents of these nitwits. They were obviously afraid they were going to start being accused of racism to faunus. Told me to grin and bear it, and that everything was going to be okay. Even pulling a guilt trip, reminding me this was a fortunate thing for good ol' daddy. For his job of all things. It was an INSULT. An insult to choose feigning ignorance, and allowing their "beautiful" girl to be bullied. Good for nothing assholes. Too scared the faunus would kill them! How could I for surely be able to withstand the presence of other faunus to boot from all of this torment!? There was obviously no one truly in my corner. I was to fend alone. Forced to "grin and bare it." How fortunate for myself a snapping point had occurred. I had lasted 7 months of laughter, bullying, and abuse by these hyena. A miracle I am still alive. Ah... my parents SHOULD have stopped me sooner. Stopped me like the protective parents they claimed to be. The day I let the devil guide me... It was a rush~! Let's just say, it was a real good life lesson for EVERYBODY~. What, pray tell, must you ask of me? I will let it be known. My mind had swerved from all consciousness, embracing itself to sinister thoughts, singing for me to kill. Perhaps it was that call of ridiculous fate, since a lot of people out there use that word for reasons of their actions. Would fate truly be a reasoning? Could fate truly be the reason this night very happened? Complete and utter Bull****. Fate had nothing to do with what was about to take course that evening. Oh no~. It was the blood in my veins, the opening of my pores, the ringing laughter haunting my mind.... Ehee~!.... Most of all... It was the realization, that if one had to get something done, then one had to do it for themself... Even if it meant... Taking a life, and feeling the thrill of the hunt."
"Twas a very easy task. You know how children love to sneak out under the moon and stars, and back under the glory of nature? An easy feat to process, should one know how to time themselves, without getting in trouble. A simple thing for even children to do, especially those smart enough, and willing enough to take the time to learn. School had a use after all. The place was a s**t dump, but learning something was at least one kind of feat. I had done just that, after days of careful planning. Breaking one of mother's necklaces and stealing one of fathers ties. Hmph, Child's play~! Since the hyenas were so willing to destroy my clothes in some manner, it was of no surprise, that the moment I had told them I was able to borrow it for dress up, something would happen. They had sharp claws for fingernails. All it had taken was one swipe of the hands to shred it. Of course, having to sit there and cry like the little victim they knew me to be... Very simple to have done. All the damage they have caused... Who could simply grin and bare themselves, even when planning had been made? I WAS a child after all. Not even I could remain strong under the influence of three hellspawn faunus. This only furthered my rage to keep going. And going I had done so." "The moment night had hit after day nine of planning... The plan was to be in commence. I had this wonderful new pair of shoes that were meant to be sturdy, and of course, my parents had still believed I was getting into too many accidents aside from the bullying they ignored. Expensive shoes at that. As usual, they had been ruined like many other of my clothes. Well there was something I had not expected out of this. For once, in their miserable little lives, my parents had FINALLY decided to say something. Expensive shoes after all. Whateverrr were they thinking? Confronting these hyena for the shoes alone... How pathetic could they get!? Worried a out lousy footwear instead of worrying about me. I only say this, because I had a bruise from their little game of tag, all obvious on my arm. THAT was what they ignored. MY OBVIOUS BRUISE. One good thing had come out of this at least. Motive built. Scaring away the hyenas with their threats to tell their parents on them for these useless shoes, and a surprisingly racist slur by my father. Ooooh~ how that was gasoline to the later fire. Of course, being the good punching bag I was supposed to be, pretending to still believe these faunus were "friends," I could finally strike. As mentioned earlier, sneaking out was easy, especially after putting sleeping pills in my parents rinks before bringing them to the dinner table. I had no idea what pills they actually were at the time. I thought they were only pretty... Also because both used to take them all the time. Hahaha the rest was fantastic. Awaiting in my room till they had fallen asleep, I had used my father's shredded tie to grab our biggest butcher knife, making my way out by my window. It was on the second floor, and it was suuuuper late. Hah, thank goodness there were easy climbing obstacles to help me down and back up again~! Of course, I had to be in disguise~! Picking my mother's black coat was the most obvious of choices. It had enough pockets to help conceal the knife, and keeping the tie around the handle was merely on a whim. With these, plus the broken necklace in a aggy, I had made way to the apartment where they slumbered. I knocked and knocked, until one had finally woken up. Seeing me there outside watching, this must have confused them so~... They still climbed themselves out to see me.. How poor Kanya never saw any of this coming~. When she had joined me I had asked to speak in private, leading her away to a few fences over. When we were at a manageable distance, I spoke of wanting to apologize, and how sorry I was my parents had been so crude. They of course, thought I was an idiot, and how wasting their time for such a reason was stupid. Ha....HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! The moment they had turned their back from me, I went in for the kill~! A pretty SLICE across the neck. Oh, they could have heard me draw the knife, but my sniffling sounds overbared the noise~.... They would turn to me, horroried as the delicious color of blood lingered down their body. I will never forget those eye~! AHAHAHAH... How could I afterall, when true fear by them was a nice change~ All that torment... All of that bullying~! How nice it was, the throbbing in my hand gripping the knife tight. The sound of gurgling, noiseless pleas, oddly satisfying change. Was I scared? NOPE~! I felt so ALIVE. I had almost bursted into laughter on the spot! All that was left to do now once the body had finally fallen to slumber, was leave the evidence I wanted to leave. Throwing the knife beside the body was simple. Having to drop the tie onto a part of the blood before smearing it on the fingers, was a bit tricky. Mothers coat was already ruined by the excess splashing, and dropping her necklace near the trees, a foot from the body had to be done. Her coat on the other hand had been a little harder, having to use a sleeve to lift a tiny garbage can to drop the coat in. The thing had sharp edges on the lid~! Had to protect my fingers~! The only problem had been my shoes! Those I had to throw out some other way. I hung onto them in the end, when the next morning the body had been found, and I had made it home safe and sound. Fences were a brilliant design choice to remain hidden."
"I know what you are thinking. How could a seven year old do all of this without being caught? After the police had arrived, I had to do the best acting ever. The moment they were questioned and arrested? I WAILED my lungs out so hard, I was a fake crying mess. How people are so easy to fool when a child cries themselves over the tiniest things~ With them taken in for questioning, I had to gather a few things according to the "smart adults." Telling the officers I wanted to grab something from momma's room, I had taken the money they had stored in their nightstand. Ha... They had no idea I knew about it. I also had the shoes, that I had grabbed and hidden in a blanket, under a set of clothes. I can tell you, I did get rid of the shoes the moment I was getting scared. On route to the police station, I asked if I could use the bathroom. Taking me to a gas station stop, I stopped to "relieve myself" By taking the shoes and blanket, and dumping them into the bottom of the garbage can, before burying them under a big pile of wet paper towels while the sink was running and the toilet was flushed."
"To finish this off with a big bang... Had I felt any regret? NOPE! I can say, I ended up in foster care. All the laughter the first night.... In a place of both faunus and human children... I couldn't stay there! It was the moment I was all alone had I grabbed what little I had.... and ran away. Where did I end up? That is a mystery for another day. I will say this... I am no longer the "Ugly duckling." They hyenas had me right about one thing... I did end up as beautiful as a swan. Do you think of me as a murderer or a victim? I may not be there to see how your face is after reading all of this, but there is a moral to all of this. I am sure you can come up with a solution all up on your own. The rest I shall keep to my grave. Some secrets of my future and my life, are not worth the risk."
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« I N V E N T O R Y â•«
â–ˆPRIMARY WEAPON â–ˆ â–¬ Hannibal mercy â–ˆ â–¬ hannibal mercy is a blood red colored crowbar sort of weapon, 61 centimeters in length (2 feet.) Her weapon is able to split in the middle to become a staple gun combo by twisting it in the center. The triggers, scopes, and cartridges are activated by the motion popping out into position while during the twist. By twisting off the ends of the crowbar, she is able to fit one dust into each cartridge. â–ˆMelee Form â–¬ crowbar â–ˆRanged Form â–¬ staple guns with a scope, the staples can shoot up to 10 feet ahead. ammo amount 20, the scope can be brought out with a button, and can zoom in distance up to 20 feet. The staples themselves are 26/6 width of crown, and 12.7mm in length. â–ˆOther Form(s) â–¬ â–ˆAmmo Type â–¬ physical, aura enhanced onto ammo at level 2 â–ˆ â–¬ ammunition has to be manually changed like reloading a normal gun with cartridge and all. -nail firing has a larger recoil -safety automatically kicks in when out of ammo to signify reload
â–ˆOTHER WEAPONS â–ˆ â–¬ baby switchblade she hides in her shoes â–ˆ â–¬bracelet with a built in explosive ment for self when fully cornered and caught with no escape. The explosive itself can make a 5 foot radius explosion. Anyone close to her can be hit if they are in the range. The strength of the explosive itself is equivalent to a C4 bomb. â–ˆ â–¬ â–ˆITEMS â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner â–ˆ â–¬4 staple gun cartridges â–ˆ â–¬a small pouch of scrap metal
â–ˆ â–ˆ â•« S E M B L A N C E â•«
â–ˆ*NAME â–¬ Metal manipulation â–ˆ*AURA COLOR â–¬ ice blue â–ˆ*DESCRIPTION â–ˆ â–¬ Negina is able to bend and change the shape of metal, from small objects the size of her staples at level 0, to objects up to 3 cars worth at level 3. With this ability she can utilize simplistic shapes, weapons, and even shields. Nejina is able to activate the semblance by two ways. The first way is by her making actual contact with an object. The second way, she is able to coat her aura onto a staple cartridge, and firing a staple from that cartridge at an object. When her aura makes contact with an object, it gives her the control and full utilization of her semblance. â–ˆ*LEVEL 0 â–¬(1-99 posts) Nejina is only able to bend metal objects the size of her staples, and bend them into needles, small balls, or various tiny simple shapes. She is able to make this control for 5 posts, with a 2 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 1â–¬ (100-199 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate a baseball bats worth of metal. She is able to control this for up to 8 posts, with a 4 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 2â–¬ (200-299 posts) Nejina is able to manipulate up to 1 refrigerators worth of metal. She is able to control it for up to 11 posts, with a 6 post cooldown. â–ˆ*LEVEL 3 â–¬(300-399 posts) Nejina is able to bend and manipulate 3 cars worth of metal for 14 posts, with a 6 post cooldown.
â–ˆ*DRAWBACKS â–¬ -Her whole body becomes a magnet on the inside of herself through the cool down posts, becoming unable to control being pulled towards metal object, as well as metal objects that can move will be pulled in towards her. Her arms and legs are the parts of her body that get affected. This affects anything metal within 15 feet of her. -Thicker and bigger objects outside her range require her to make repeat uses of her semblance, which will tire her out 3 times as fast than normal. -She cannot make metal out of thin air, stretch the metal into impossible proportions, and cannot make overly complex shapes. -she cannot control metal covered in aura -She cannot change the weight of the metal she bends, or form two pieces of smaller metal into one larger object. -Able to see her aura color on the metal.
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xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2021 7:12 pm
The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over.
The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over.
The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over.
The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. The moon shone in the rocking horse’s eye, and in the mouse’s eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ POST COUNT: POINTS-CLASSES/ MISSION: 1||0 INVENTORY:
â–ˆ â–¬ Scroll â–ˆ â–¬4 lightning based dust, 1 gravity dust, 1 flame dust â–ˆ â–¬ surgical cutting and stitching kit â–ˆ â–¬ lucky ice blue lipstick and black eyeliner
