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Weeamoo
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 12:30 pm


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Weeamoo

        hey~ sorry not trying to bug you if you've seen this already,
        but i realized i forgot to quote you so just in case you haven't
        seen it c: <3 our cap-i-tan said i could make a 4th charrie

<33 How could I have missed a cutey like that?!
I'll take a look at him meow^^
PostPosted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 12:36 pm


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Weeamoo

        hey~ sorry not trying to bug you if you've seen this already,
        but i realized i forgot to quote you so just in case you haven't
        seen it c: <3 our cap-i-tan said i could make a 4th charrie

Dear lord, he's glorious xD
Accepted! You know what to do^^

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 12:41 pm


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        thank you so much C; i did my best lmao
PostPosted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 4:11 pm


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Username:
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Name:
Amara Tameg
Nickname:
Ram
Race:
Komodo Dragon Fanus
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Bisexual
Alignment:
Neutral good
Academy:
Teaches at Beacon
Age:
25
Birthday:
4/6
Height:
5'2ft
Combat Type:
Light One handed,Heavy Two Handed
Weapon(s):
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Akuma no Kiba-A handmade changdao,made with a metal that can take on the properties of dusts when exposed to it,it can release the energy from the dust for ranged attacks.The sheathe is fitted with lightning dust chambers.
Dust Skill:
Lightning-Mastered
Ice-Medium

Semblance:
Blink-A short distance that goes in the direction of her choosing,whether horizontal,vertical or diagonal/color]


Relationships:

❖Bakur Bordeaux-Hunter and Father
❖Pesy Bordeaux-Stepmother and Normal teacher
❖Blitz Bordeaux-Secret younger brother


Strengths:

✔Kindness-she does her best to be approachable by everyone,both as a teacher and as a person
✔Fashionable-She has a great fashion sense,choosing a cute and loose style over anything else
✔Immense strength-although she may not look like it,her years of training with the Branwen tribe have greatly enhanced her strength
✔Cooking-Just a small hobby and skill she picked up in her years with the Branwen tribe that she continued doing just for fun
✔Intelligence-Of course,as a teacher she has to be intelligent,which she is


Weaknesses:
✘ Clumsy-In combat she is sure footed and agile...outside of combat not so much.She falls onto her back end often or drop something
✘Smolbean-Although some people may say it's an advantage cause it may be cute or advantageous to stealth,but she considers it a weakness because she dislikes being short
✘Temperature-She's susceptible to changes in temperature,easily getting very cold or overheating which may cause problems
✘Trusting-she trusts people all to easily,with nothing to base her trusts off of
✘Squeamish-Just the sight of blood makes her woozy,gore is pretty much guaranteed to make her pass out

Likes:
✔ Coffee
✔Sweets
✔Tea wth honey
✔Warm clothes
✔Cute things
✔Hugs
✔Being tickled
✔Hot springs
✔Jokes

Dislikes:
✘The cold
✘Spicy Foods
✘Naughty Students
✘Giant Grimm
✘People consumed by power
✘White Fang
✘Incredibly loud noises


Personality:
❖ She's overall a very happy person,often seen with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.She's friendly to almost everyone she meets and enjoys being around others,often trying to be as social as possible

History:
❖ Ramara was born in Atlas long before Blitz was even a thought and frequently traveled with her father in her fathers younger days as a hunter.Her and Blitz will share the same father but be born to two different mothers.

During a trip with her father when she was seven,they had a run in with a large group of bandits.Her father told her to run and hide behind a tree while he dealt with them.One bandit who was hidden heard this and followed her,capturing her and forcing her off to their camp and tying her up

Once her father had dealt with the bandits and realized she was gone,he began to search for her,searching for hours on end until finally...he gave up,leaving her to whatever had her.She remained tied up for months,released only to eat and do her business.

Fast forward two years and Ramara is now nine,allowed to go around the camp with supervision,luckily her supervisor was one of the few bandits that felt bad for her,secretly helping form a plan to get her away from the camp.The plan was finally put into motion when she reached age ten.

The plan went well enough,Ramara being carried away from the camp by a female member of the bandit group while the other bandits were distracted.It was several days until they reached they're intended target,the Branwen tribe.The ex-bandit had a sibling in the tribe who agreed to take in Ramara,keeping her for several months until she decided to get Raven to train the her.

Forward four years and Ramara's mental state has improved from the trauma of being kidnapped,she's become cheerier and more emotionally and physically developed.It was several months of training until she received her first weapon,which is similar to Ravens,but instead of an odachi she uses a ChangDao,beginning her training with that weapon as soon as she could.

Two and a half years later,Ramara has begun to take interest in becoming a full on huntress and leave for Beacon academy.After spending a long time preparing and begging Raven to let her go,she finally got permission from Raven to leave for beacon,years later she graduated and became a full on huntress just like she wanted.

Fast forward to several months before now and Ramara is now 25 and has gotten in touch with her father,not necessarily upset about what happened in her childhood and more interested in her fathers current status.She had him fill her in on what happened since she went missing and learned of his re-marriage and having two more children,a son and a daughter.Finally we arrive at present day,where Ramara has chosen to become a teacher at Beacon and prepare upcoming hunters for the life ahead of them and anything that may happen

Outfits:
❖Normal:
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❖Teaching:
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❖Combat:
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Items:
❖ A scroll
❖An amaranth pink satchel
❖A horned headband
❖A utility belt with pouches for dust crystals
❖A makeup kit

Other:
❖ Her Faunus trait is a reptilian tail which she has control over the movements of
❖The horn headband is fake of course,but serves the purpose of giving her the appearance of what she thinks a dragon Faunus would look like
❖She knows about Blitz and what he looks like but not vice-versa
❖She's changed her last name to keep anyone from making the connection between her and her family

Themes:
Main Theme: Would You Rather-Crusher-P
Battle Theme: Senbonzakura-Jonathan Parecki
Emotional Theme: Weak-AJR

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PostPosted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 4:18 pm


Weeamoo

im sorry for this,forgot to quote ya
PostPosted: Fri Dec 01, 2017 6:45 pm


Lupa Fur
Weeamoo

im sorry for this,forgot to quote ya

You don't have to quote me^^ I should really be spam-checking checking this thread lol
Alright, just a couple things for meow:
1. Is her name color-related? I know she's technically a Bordeaux, but her alias should also follow the color naming rule
2. I think her semblance is worded a little strangely. From what I understand, it's short-distance teleportation, but I'm not clear on the rest. Of youd be fine with re-wording it so it's a little more clear, thatd be great^^
3. This is just a curiosity (it may have said so in the bio, but changing tabs on my phone is a pain). What she was she when she left the branwen tribe?

Disclaimer: it's hard to stealth type at work this way, so I apologize for any typos xD

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PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 6:03 am


Weeamoo
Lupa Fur
Weeamoo

im sorry for this,forgot to quote ya

You don't have to quote me^^ I should really be spam-checking checking this thread lol
Alright, just a couple things for meow:
1. Is her name color-related? I know she's technically a Bordeaux, but her alias should also follow the color naming rule
2. I think her semblance is worded a little strangely. From what I understand, it's short-distance teleportation, but I'm not clear on the rest. Of youd be fine with re-wording it so it's a little more clear, thatd be great^^
3. This is just a curiosity (it may have said so in the bio, but changing tabs on my phone is a pain). What she was she when she left the branwen tribe?

Disclaimer: it's hard to stealth type at work this way, so I apologize for any typos xD


1:The colors Amaranth,I switched the letters around and got rid of the th so it's Ramara
2:Yea I had trouble wording it correctly,what I meant is like blink acts as if she thrust forward at a high speed with her sword it'd cut just like that,I'll reword it
3:she was sixteen when she left the branwen tribe
PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 2:46 pm


Weeamoo
Lupa Fur
Weeamoo

im sorry for this,forgot to quote ya

You don't have to quote me^^ I should really be spam-checking checking this thread lol
Alright, just a couple things for meow:
1. Is her name color-related? I know she's technically a Bordeaux, but her alias should also follow the color naming rule
2. I think her semblance is worded a little strangely. From what I understand, it's short-distance teleportation, but I'm not clear on the rest. Of youd be fine with re-wording it so it's a little more clear, thatd be great^^
3. This is just a curiosity (it may have said so in the bio, but changing tabs on my phone is a pain). What she was she when she left the branwen tribe?

Disclaimer: it's hard to stealth type at work this way, so I apologize for any typos xD


Think I fixed it

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Weeamoo
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 3:00 pm


Lupa Fur
Think I fixed it

While I understand the name now, I don't think it really hits home. If you're shooting for Amaranth, though, then I think Amara would work nice. It still falls under the "sounds like a color" protocol of the rule but doesn't differ too much. Sorry to be picky about this, but TT^TT

I'm still not... 100% clear on the semblance. Is she teleporting while cutting? 'cause I'm not sure that would work. Or is she moving so quickly that she's capable of cutting through the air with her weapon while? If it's attacking and teleporting at the same time, I don't really see it being plausible to be invincible because time&space while attacking at the same time.
PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 3:21 pm


Weeamoo
Lupa Fur
Think I fixed it

While I understand the name now, I don't think it really hits home. If you're shooting for Amaranth, though, then I think Amara would work nice. It still falls under the "sounds like a color" protocol of the rule but doesn't differ too much. Sorry to be picky about this, but TT^TT

I'm still not... 100% clear on the semblance. Is she teleporting while cutting? 'cause I'm not sure that would work. Or is she moving so quickly that she's capable of cutting through the air with her weapon while? If it's attacking and teleporting at the same time, I don't really see it being plausible to be invincible because time&space while attacking at the same time.


I'll just leave it at a short distance teleport,that's all she really needs anyway.

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PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 3:51 pm


Lupa Fur
I'll just leave it at a short distance teleport,that's all she really needs anyway.

Alright, sure thing!
And don't forget the bit about the name! Once that's done, she's all set.
PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 5:09 pm


Weeamoo
Lupa Fur
I'll just leave it at a short distance teleport,that's all she really needs anyway.

Alright, sure thing!
And don't forget the bit about the name! Once that's done, she's all set.


Aaaand done

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Weeamoo
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 5:38 pm


Lupa Fur
Aaaand done

All set! Go ahead and post!
PostPosted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 2:00 am


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Username: Weeamoo
Name: Stella Nila
Nickname: N/A
Race: Faunus
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alignment: CN
Academy: Beacon
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: October 22nd
Height: 5'7
Combat Type: close-mid range: piercing&slashing mid range: explosive
Weapon(s):
Kama and Dhenu One of the rare weapons that isn't also a gun! What a shock! Kama and Dhenu are large twin karambits with serrations near the grip of the blade. The grip of the blade is special in its own right, containing several feet worth of chain connected to the blade's cartridge, so to speak. The blades can be removed from this with the push of a button. Stella uses this function to throw her metal blades or even dust blades as explosive projectiles. A trigger on the handle releases the chain to an amount allotted by how long said trigger is held. This allows for bringing enemies in close, getting in close more quickly, or fighting from range as whipping weapons.

Dust Skill:
PRIMARY
Air Dust: Low-Skill
Burn Dust: Medium-Skill
Water Dust: Low-Skill
Lightning Dust: Medium-Skill

SECONDARY
Ice Dust: Medium-Skill
Steam Dust: Low-Skill
Semblance: Blackout : Stella can manifest her aura around her body to allow it to completely hide her presence from others. It acts as a nullification between her and the world. It refracts the light to make her appear invisible and cuts off any evidence of her physical existence. This is great for stealth, but grimm are still able to track her emotions, and interacting with the world can allow someone with the right eye to understand and 'find' her.


Relationships:
Marron Nila - Mother
Aster Nila - Father
Solis Nila - Twin Sister
Merah Nila - Younger Sister
Surya Nila - Younger Sister
Rainer - Team Member
Professor Ozpin - Headmaster/Professor
Glynda Goodwitch - Vice Principal/Professor
Amara Tameg - Professor


Strengths:
Night Vision: Like most faunus, Stella can see rather well in the dark.
Dexterity: Fast and agile, the young woman can keep up with most of them and keep out of the way of most attacks. Don't need a high constitution if you don't get hit.
Night Owl: While staying isn't great for one's health, the extra couple hours serves Stella well in getting homework and extra studying done.
Reliable: If she says she plans on doing something, it will happen.
Stealth: If her semblance didn't scream that she liked to get the drop on people, her capabilities of hiding all on her own are a testament to this.
Optimist: No matter how bad things get, everything sets in motion for the best.
Charisma: Stella knows how to make an entrance.
Faunus: There's a certain...comraderie between fellow faunus.
Frugal: Saving money means having money!
Knife Play: It would be alarming if Stella wasn't good at this.


Weaknesses:
Night Owl: She's usually pretty tired. One can even catch her napping between classes if she has the time.
Faunus: Being a faunus comes with a certain amount of discrimination as well. The world is making huge steps toward progress, yes, but that won't stop people from grabbing onto her horns. It doesn't help that they're large, either.
Frugal: People assume they're cheap sometimes.
Firearms: She's not very good with them.
Borrowed Motivation: Doing as something as difficult as risking your life for the dreams of someone else sounds a little silly. Please don't try to point that out or logic this. It'll make Stella upset. This is the path she's chosen. Too late to turn back now.
Deuteranopia: Red Green Colorblindness
Heavy Weapons & Heavy Weapon Fighters: Fighting styles like this are her antithesis. It's fine if she's able to get the drop on someone, but facing a heavy weapon fighter head-on will be a tough match.
Gets Embarrassed Very Easily: Compliments, innuendos, straight up embarrassing moments get to her rather easily

Likes:
Her horns
Cute boys
Being stealthy
Dust [Explosions]
Staying Up Late
Friends
Family
Beacon
Money
Soft Things
Eating Healthy
Hide and Seek

Dislikes:
Her horns
Expensive Things
Heavy Weapons
Wet socks
Being low on money
Intolerance
Not Having Options
Moody Thinking
Blue cheese and celerey

Personality:
Stella goes through life with the "speak softly and carry a big stick" logic. She's quiet and kind, patient and forgiving as long as one isn't grabby. If asked for a favor, she'll usually agree, happy to help anytime. Even professors end up relying on her for these sorts of things. The young woman is smart enough, of course, to realize if someone's attempting to take advantage of her kindness. She has three sisters, after all. There's a stark difference between need help and being lazy. There's a good chance someone could bribe her, however, depending on the task. That being said, in her free time, she'll ask around about odd jobs on campus: tidying up dorm rooms, tutoring, training, that sort of thing. If there are days she can't find anything, Stella will happily hang out with the members of her team or friends. All of this takes a lot of the faunus's time, so she usually spends late nights in the library to finish up her homework. It's not like Stella minds this lifestyle. In fact, she enjoys the solitude of the late hours. It helps her concentrate on the assignment. That being said, however, she gets a significantly less amount of sleep than she should.

If there's any student known for sleeping on campus, it's Stella. Such a thing would never happen in the middle of class. There's too much riding on her grades for something like that to occur. On the other hand, Stella will sometimes take a nap on an outside bench, the library, over her lunch. Usually these little naps will make up for the couple of hours that were missed. While her splotchy sleep schedule is her own fault, the poor girl can become quite embarrassed if someone wakes her up, points it out, or mentions this bad habit. If it's Rainer or someone else she's comfortable around, it's less of a big deal. Although, for Stella to be made incredibly embarrassed over something small is normal. Compliments throw her off as well as mention of her measurements. Some innuendos and jokes make her nervous as well. Most people chalk it up to her being shy, but she's just very susceptible to embarrassment. Things are different when it comes to her horns. If anyone's rude enough to go yanking on them and subsequently her head, she'll show no mercy. Why do people have to bully the faunus anyway?

Stella doesn't necessarily understand racism. There are always people someone isn't going to like. How they were born, she thinks, shouldn't effect that, and if someone's opinion is built off of events of the past or the opinions of someone else, they need to check their privilege. This goes for everyone: human, faunus, and even grimm. As long as someone holds no ill will toward others, there's nothing wrong, right? She's very protective of those she cares about, but is overall easy going. If something stands in her way, however, you bet she'll rip it right down.

When it comes to fighting, she communicates when necessary but really enjoys the satisfaction that is flanking. Of course, she'll follow orders if issued, but winning without direct confrontation is the most preferred method for her. This, however, doesn't mean she's incapable at fighting an opponent head-on. Knives are vicious close-combat weapons after all and can prove just as if not more effect than guns and ammo. When hiding isn't an option, Stella can easily close the gap between her and the enemy between her chains and speed. Karambits were made for guerrilla warfare, after all.

History:
Being a huntress wasn't always Stella's dream. In fact, it didn't even her own. No, Stella Nila is attending Beacon Academy on borrowed motivation. While she and her sister were born in Vale, the Nila family moved across the water to western Anima after the event known as the Fall of Beacon. The girls could barely remember much from this time, but one thing stuck with Solis: She wanted to become a huntress. In the coming years, the little girl idolized huntsmen and huntresses. Despite all the death, all the pain, the hunters acted as heroes, worked together to fix everything. They had no fear, and Solis found that very inspiring. She and Stella would always play "slay the grimm" when they were younger. The games would get bigger as their younger siblings were born and grew older as well. Although...they were essentially an over-glorified version of hide-and-seek. Solis's desires initially worried her mother and father, but overtime, the pair tested her resolve. When Marron and Aster finally concluded that this was indeed the path their daughter wanted to follow, they began setting her up for training, getting equipped, and the rest of the works. Unfortunately, that's when Solis got sick.

Stella, for many of her early years, lived in the shadow of her twin sister, never shining as brightly as the ever-so-determined Solis. At least in terms of personality. For the longest time, she had no dreams, no aspirations. Stella simply lived her life in the present. She was just a kid after all. Most children had a dream job or something along those lives, but it's not as though they were capable of having an appropriate grip on something such as an occupation. Solis, however, was her role model. Stella was faster, stealthier, and stronger, but... she never had the heart to beat Solis at her own game. Her brightness, her shine, blacking that out was out of the question. So when fate took that fragile hope in its hands and crushed it, Solis wasn't the only one who suffered. She wasn't going to be able to fulfill her dream.

"Stella...they said... that I won't be able to walk in a year. They-"
Solis's voice broke as she stared down at her own hands. "I'm not... I can't..." It was difficult to get a word in-between her sobs. "How can I save anyone if I can't even stand on my own two feet?!" Stella tried to console her, tell her that there's plenty of technology out there, not to give up hope. "Hope? What hope is there? Mom and dad, they could never afford something like that! We both know that! This...isn't fair. Why couldn't-" Solis stopped speaking, not wanting to say something she'd want to forget. "The world.. needs hunters. There aren't enough. There are never enough! That's all I wanted. I just want to protect people! Is it so bad to want to save other-?!"

"I'll do it." What? "I'll do it for the both of us. I'll fight for you, I'll fill the ranks while getting money, Solis. It will take time, but I will make sure to get make enough to get you your surgery. Then...we'll both do it, together. I'll be your stand-in, so stay strong. Please, Solis. Stay strong for the both of us so we can fight together." At the age of twelve, Stella made the vow through choked words and with a broken heart.

Five years of immense training was plenty of time. Stella pleaded with those Solis had made connections with, asking the to teach her, to forge her weapons. For the longest time, the girl had no drive, no direction, simply love for the people in her life and an admiration for her twin's dreams. If Solis's body was going to get in the way of those dreams, then Stella would happily step up for her. The same goes for any of her sisters, her parents, or her friends.

It had felt like a lifetime, but she was finally able to apply to Beacon Academy. Despite being in Vale, it was closer to her home, so she'd be able to visit more often. Here is where Stella's views changed, her motivation evolved. She began to realize the importance of huntsmen and huntresses, understand what they do and why. Of course, Solis had been adamant in attempting to getting these points across, but the news only really high-lighted the extreme. Helping people out, making sure they were safe, it was a wonderful feeling. One instance stands out to her in particular, having saved a little girl out on mission that reminded Stella a lot of Surya. They were probably around the same age, after all. The kid had gotten cornered in an alley by some thugs. She's made friends with her class, her teammates, and seeing their motivation gave her even more strength. Becoming a huntress was more than just end game to help her sister. It was a devotion to help everyone she could. Now, the faunus is attending her second year at Beacon Academy, the school that served as a symbol of hope for many. At this point, she's just taking things one day at a time and doing the best she can. After all this time, Stella's become quite fond of huntress work and fighting, a borrowed dream slowly becoming her own.

Outfits:
Casuals: Most of Stella's outfits have light influence from her home in Anima. The consist of light and dark contrasts with medium-toned accents. Colors are rare in her wardrobe for when they're added, it doesn't go too well.
Beacon Uniform: Second years wear uniforms too. Stella wears hers with one thigh-high stocking and garter on the opposite leg. For shoes, she just has the basic loafers that come with the uniform.

Items:
Scroll including several family photos [think adoring parent-styled]
Hairclip
Notepad
Pens


Other:
Her faunus heritage is that of a cow, specifically the banteng breed.
Stella is a reference to stars which may look white from where we perceive them. Nila means Salmon which is yes, a fish, but also a distinct shade of light red.
There's a rumor going around campus that she'd thrown a boy so hard he cracked three ribs when he touched her horns.

Themes:
Main Theme: One Me Two Hearts Covered by Nathan Sharp
Battle Theme: Heroes Never Die by Nathan Sharp
Emotional Theme: Atlantic: Voices in the Tides by Abel



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                                ✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧ I'm not sure why we're doing the post style before even completing the profile, but here we go! I saw a purple that I liked for her speech, so let's try that out. Hmm... what was it again? Alright, so I'm pretty sure it was one of these. First of all, let's try Violet Flower. "It's a little irresponsible of you to do things in this order, isn't it?" Maybe, but that's how things are going this way around. Time to check out the results. Yeah, that looks fine. Classic grey is probably gunna be the best for the thought color. Let's italicize that! Honestly, I'm super-hungry right meow.... and haven't done anything for this craft show...or school. Oh boy, I'm really stressed out.

                                Alright, all that's working fine, but I don't like the accent colors. Something pretty but not too eye-catching is what I need. Ooh! Ooh! This isn't bad at all! What was it called? "True purple." Oh, sweet. Cool. Last and kinda least, the quote text. Definitely something that'd work as an accent color, probably a light blue or pink. Capri looks like it has potential! Yeah, that'll work out fine. Is it just me or is Raven Branwen like really...really short-looking? Mind you, it's really cute.


                                "Sure, things seem a little dim now, but there are always stars among the darkness." ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 4:51 pm


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Username:Zylvanness
Name:Lyric Gorlois (Lyric meaning Silvery, Clear and Euphonious - relating to his silvery-white hair, and his passion for theatre, voice, and singing. Gorlois coming from Gorlassar an Old Welsh epithet belonging to Uther, possibly meaning "above the blue" or "higher than the sky." Relating back to his striking few accessories of blue clothing.
Nickname: Xylo
Race:Human
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Gender:Male
Orientation:Who knows
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Academy:Haven
Age:27
Birthday:6th August
Height:5' 11"
Combat Type: Long-range piercing, close-range slashing.
Weapon(s):Precision Swordbow: Tacet Quattuor is a combination of sword and crossbow with a gracefully slim and efficient design despite what it is. By cocking the hilt at such an angle that it resembles the trigger of a crossbow it releases the lock over the pump-action reload mechanic. The underside of the bottom-most portion of the blade can be forced up towards the tip to release the 'wings' that form the bow. It packs a powerful punch, and Xylo's unforgivable aim is dangerous. Tacet holds many bolts, and it can be fired like a one handed crossbow, however, if Lyric is desperate he will fully assemble his great crossbow. By extended the 'pump' further, the weapon grows twice as long and the blade splits in half across the middle, turning 80% of the blade into a giant 'bolt'. When he does this, the wings grow longer to pack an even stronger punch to carry the blade through the air straight and true to his target. Because of the design and nature of this weapon, Lyric always carries two spare blades, meaning he carries three at all times.
Dust Skill: Dust Artistry
Lyric uses dust as if it were paint, tipping his bolts with different dust crystals for his intended piece of art. He can embed his blade tip with crystals also, so that his final, most important shot can create a masterpiece. His favourite combination of dust is Earth and Burn, with it, he once shot his victim in the eye, instantly killing him. But as his body began to flail backwards, tendrils of earth began to grow, enveloping the man in mid-air, holding him up as if frozen in time, just after death. The best part was the fire crystal, which would ignite his clothes and body. Lyric has also been known to use Ice and Burn to create mystifying pieces of glittering artwork.
Semblance: Whisper: Lyric can use his semblance a limited amount of times before becoming exhausted it. It allows him to completely and utterly concentrate. When he does, it drowns out all noise in the nearby area. He calls it whisper, because he has to whisper to the number 3 before he can force it to activate, and whilst it is active he can think and perform faster in the next three seconds. All things considered, Whisper is effectively bullet-time. Everyone nearby hear's nothing for 3 seconds, Lyric then gets the chance to act precisely. He has to be able to set-up, however. The downside, if he was to use his swordbow in sniper mode, he's probably too far away for his semblance to silence it for the victim, so they would have chance to react or dodge.

((If you have any ideas to balance/make this better let me know, Lyric's semblance is used in his story below too, so see what you think of it in context first.))



Relationships:
❖ Hemlock Gwyn - Ex Team Member (deceased)
❖ Quinn Nathairdear - Ex Team Member
❖ Nickle Primamorte - Ex Team Member (deceased)


Strengths:
✔ Lyric has an excellent pair of eyes, and a perfect charisma.
✔ Unpredictable
✔ Patient


Weaknesses:
✘ Meticulous obsession with the number 3, as well as devoting his life to perfect artistry.
✘ Quinn - literally. He hasn't killed her yet.
✘ Can be over confident in his own abilities, and won't listen to most other people.

Likes:
✔ Collections
✔ Music
✔ Painting
✔ 3 performances, three deaths

Dislikes:
✘ The number 4
✘ People who don't take gratification
✘ People ruining his performance
✘ Bread

Personality:
❖ Lyric is young and excitable, he plans every kill so meticulously that it all must go exactly to plan or otherwise he gets desperate. With that in mind, he's extremely patient, as long as it's all worth it in the end. He thinks of himself as a sort of... virtuoso, a master of what he does. He often also believes that what he does is right, and that he's just misunderstood. He's hard to talk to, usually because he'll start rambling on about something.

History:
❖ Lyric grew up in a small town in Mistral, enjoying theatre a lot as a kid. His parents were both part of a group, you see, and they performed regularly to keep everyone happy and stray their minds from the creatures of Grimm. He never really thought about being a Huntsman, not until he discovered his Semblance at the age of 9. Shortly after he realised his potential, and quickly grew bored of entertaining the usual crowd. Lyric, as a young boy, quickly became obsessed with the possibility of being a Huntsman. The more he investigated, the more quickly he realised he could wow and awe so many people. He began saving the odd person or two in his local area from the least skilled criminals around town, they could barely steal a handbag from an old lady, but he did it nonetheless for the thanks and the applause afterwards. It made him feel... good. He then began attending Sanctum Academy whilst still performing in his family theatre.

Once he was good enough, and 17, he decided to travel to the centre of Mistral. He had always wanted to live there and experience their art, their music, their city lifestyle. It was so much prettier than the dull greys, the blank whites and blues he knew too much of back home in the northern areas of Mistral, which mostly learned from Atlas. Here, he could stand out, with those exact colours he stood out a lot. He loved it. Haven was where he met Hemlock Gwyn, Nickle Primamorte, and Quinn Nathairdear. They got along well, right off the bat. They grouped up, made their room at the academy all homely, their fighting styles even complimented each other quite a lot. The others would let Lyric take the centre stage sometimes too, knowing how he was they let him have his moments to stand in the spotlight. Back then, Lyric cared a lot for virtue and moral. But not long after graduating, he began to notice a change in Hemlock. He was... getting invested in the Grimm, and the worst part was that he was open to friendships with these... new Grimm, the humanoid kind, the ones that talk and... feel. Lyric confronted Hemlock on his studies, and his recent solo missions. Quinn tried to stop him from causing an uproar but Lyric went onward nonetheless. The argument became heated quickly, and the young adults couldn't settle their differences and so both stormed off from each other. Lyric thought any kind of Grimm was disgusting, no matter what.

Lyric retreated, at least for a short while, back home. Having ignored his family for quite some time after enjoying himself too much to care for them in Mistral, he found himself lost. He never told Team HLQN about it, he just went along with the usual "they're fine." So, when he returned he found that his father had officially taken on a new apprentice of sorts, young blood to freshen up his theatre and get the crowds cheering again. The night Lyric returned home the whole town shook under the brute force of the two men trying to shout louder than the other, all the way the other boy was stuck in the middle of it, and Lyric's mother was just off-centre, unsure of who's side to take. Instead she pulled the apprentice away, so that he needn't watch it all. Lyric didn't speak to his father for days, until suddenly he asked to rejoin his father's theatre. He was accepted, only thanks to his mother, but he was not allowed centre-stage - something that Lyric was still trying to live with.

Weeks went by, and Lyric took on minor roles, and the audience barely even noticed him. Sometimes there was a mutter, a realisation, yet they were quickly awed by something else. Why had they forgotten him so easily? Why did they enjoy this new apprentice so much? He couldn't have been gone for that long, surely? Oh, but times change... of coarse they do, everything changes, everyone... changes. Lyric spent months watching the plays, memorising the words, every part, every role, every possible ending. Yet he slowly become less and less involved with each play, not that his father cared, his apprentice was becoming a prodigy. He stewed in thought for some more weeks, slowly realising that he had caused this upon himself. The distance he had made from his home whilst at Haven is what caused his father to become so apathetic towards Lyric.

One night, Lyric followed the apprentice, the boy who he had come to know was named Jet. Although he lived with his family at the theatre, he usually made a trip every month... or two months to a remote location. Lyric began to wonder if this guy was a secret Huntsman in the training or something, judging by how deep into the Grimm infested grounds he was walking. Lyric was good at hiding from the Grimm, but Jet was better at evading them, staying out of their smell, their sights, or even their routes. It was like he had memorised them, sometimes it was hard to keep up. In the end they arrived at some ruins, a place that was horrifically attacked by Grimm some time ago. There, from the rooftop, Lyric witnessed it. Hemlock. Hemlock was there, meeting with Jet. Why though? Lyric got closer in an attempt to listen. All he heard was "he does not know what you are?"
"No" Jet replied, "I have kept it a secret from all the Gorlois, like you said."
"Good" Hemlock said, "it is best Lyric never finds out- he will"
"I know" Jet interjected, "you don't have to say it. So, what am I to do now?"
"Convince Mr Gorlois to cut Lyric entirely"
"I couldn't! He hates me enough as it is, Mr Gorlois already has me playing the lead roles"
"Jet. Lyric needs to understand... he doesn't belong there. We need him."
"Fine.. I'll- do something."
"Good. I'll keep funding Gorlois as your mysterious funding partner, and you get a safe place to call home."

Lyric's anger quickly got the better of him, and just the boiling resentment within him was enough to invite the Grimm towards his location, alerting Jet and Hemlock pretty quickly. They wandered why a sudden attack was upon them, and Jet just blamed himself, much to Lyric's confusion. Hemlock quickly defended Jet, and battled their way out to safety whilst Lyric stayed and waited for them to be gone far enough before he let loose on the Grimm, destroying most of the Grimm that came at him. He turned them to shreds. Later, probably earlier the next morning, Lyric returned home.

Concerned, his mother went to him in his study, a back room of their home in the theatre, once covered in beautiful posters, flowers, tickets. It was no longer the young actor boys room. It was now a spread of drawings of Grimm, all in rows of three. She could see knives thrown at a drawing of a nevermore, three to be exact, and there Lyric was, sat in his chair admiring his bolts. "Mother" he had said, and she stepped closer. "Lyric" she replied, admiring the striking fabrics of blue on his attire. She asked him if they were from Haven Academy, and he replied by explaining that he thought he had missed the dazzle of theatre, the articulate rehearsals and structure. He thought it would make him get over the plight he discovered of his team back at Haven. But he was wrong, theatre was no longer a place for him. She asked if he will return to his Team, and he finally said "yes - but there is one last performance I must complete, to show them I'm serious." She was glad, perhaps more than she should be that her son was leaving, she was happy that he would go back to what he loved. Even though she rarely heard from him when he was in Haven, she knew he was happy. He had been filled with nothing but angst ever since coming home.

Lyric spent the coming days watching Jet closely, as secretly as possible. Lyric was meticulous about checking his back three times, and that there was always going to be three escape routes to hide if Jet was to ever catch him.. Three was good, it was safe, it was sturdy. Triangles were the strongest shape, you know. Squares... with four corners - they would slip and slip, slant at the joints. It just didn't work, it wasn't stable. Three Gorlois was fine - four... is a crowd. One night Lyric caught Jet alone, changing costume. Jet was very stubborn about changing in a secluded area. Something about him not breaking character or losing concentration by distractions. But Lyric knew the truth. Jet was Grimm. It was barely noticeable, but Lyric saw it. Lyric knew right then and there that he had to have his performance. This just made it all the more perfect. He would kill his father, Jet, and... Hemlock. A triple-shock ending. Divine.

Later that month his family theatre opened it's doors for it's final time. And Lyric was not in this play. No, by now the licentious crowd barely knew he existed. But Lyric would show them. He was now in control of the curtains and backdrops, was even in charge of the dust they used for special effects on the odd occasion. Just as he was about to take the ladder to his favourite spot in the rafters his mother came up to him. She seemed a little... emotional. So he spared her some time. She told him that she was glad her darling boy was going to return to being a Huntsman, protecting the innocent. She also said that with all the grief he had been showing the last few months, she couldn't bare to see it." And that was when something in his head changed. With a grin, he smiled and pulled his mother close. As he did he whispered "I will always be your darling, mother. I'm the star of the show, remember? Whether dad likes it or not. I will never let you think otherwise. Ever." He spent his entire night in the rafters and watched it all, even saw as the audience thickened. Sublime. Lyric noticed Jet was far too eager, by now Jet wasn't afraid to do what he had to do to win Mr Gorlois' favour. And it wasn't difficult anymore, because Lyric was letting him. What a pleasure it was going to be when this all ends. As the last act began to wrap up with an overused happily ever after, Lyric set up. With his violin in hand he moved to the farthest edge of the rafters and laid his instrument down. With a small gesture of his wrist, it extended a little, moving the strings and revealing the blade. He then get to one knee and pushed on a sliding piston on the bottom side of the blade. This forced the weapon to become longer, and the sides unfolded into crossbow wings. The strings shifted to lock half way through the blade as it parted slightly, transforming most of the blade itself into a gigantic bolt. Then just as the curtains were supposed to close, Lyric took in a breath. "One..." he whispered, staring down the sight of his blade, staring down at his mother. "Two..." Lyric then took in a large breath, feeling the air fill his lungs and awaken his body. He could feel himself getting nervous, the kind of anxiety you feel before a plot twist, before something giant was about to happen and change everything. But he needed that feeling. Just as his lungs filled and the audience began to wonder if the curtains would ever fall, as expected, Lyric said "three" in a hushed tone, and the room went silent. Sound, seemingly drowned out by Lyric's semblance as complete and utter concentration took over. He breathed out just as he pulled the trigger, and his blade, laced with a bolt of Ice Dust in it's core, shot through the air. It moved so fast no one knew where it came from. The first blade struck true through Lyric's mother's chest, it threw her body backwards, and in midair the ice erupted, like tendrils, holding her body frozen in time, like a display piece. "I'm sorry, mother. But you said you could never see me like this. I've done you a favour." Lyric moved then, further down, to his father, and loaded his first spare blade for a second shot. This time it struck harder, throwing the man's body backwards. His body was bleeding in the air and the traces of Burn Dust began their work of beauty. His blood burned, like the last embers of a fire, or the catching light of bark, flaking away, and turning to ash. Then Lyric changed his angle one last time. "Time for the finale" he said, aiming straight down for the apprentice, and as he hummed away the last blade sung through the air only to be deflected by that of another weapon - Hemlock's. Sound returns and colour calmed as the crowd began to scream and run. Lyric knew then why he had felt so nervous before he used his semblance, it was because Hemlock was going to notice it! Without any more spare blades to complete his weapon he could not fight properly, and as Hemlock climbed to the rafters to stop him Lyric could only deflect each blow between their argument. He looked to his escape plans, down was a no-go, too many people. The door to the back rooms behind Hemlock was also out of the question, Hemlock's semblance would have Lyric cut in two. So... the window would do. Without saying another word Lyric fell backwards, falling through three precisely placed sheets that broke his fall before he hit the ground, coming to a rolling stop onto his knee. He abandoned his weapon with but a single bolt in his hand. He then mae a run for it, tossing away pieces of his old clothes one at a time until all that was left was his blue fabrics and a black mask he had recently crafted.

News spread of the famous Gorlois double murder, and that news soon began to include the unknown location of their son, who was outed and named by Hemlock. He had gone back to Mistral when he could, and relayed the information to Team HLQN. Hunting Lyric was their new mission as achieved Huntsmen, and they would find out the truth. Lyric had intentionally left them some clues, drew them out to the middle of no where so that they could meet and talk. The final clue was that of a murdered boy - Jet, in a remote town where Hemlock had thought he would be safe under a new alias of Onyx. When they confronted him, Lyric had only anything to say to Hemlock. "You almost stole me of my grand performance" he had said, with disgust. "How bland, letting a Grimm live like that... and perform. Do you think the masses will ever come to understand that? I don't. In fact - they'll know I helped them when they see this." Nickle and Quinn attempted to defend Hemlock but Lyric said "Hemlock here, is the true actor, you know. He orchestrated this Grimm to spy on me, use my family to torment me, just so that you could have me back in your team. And for what? To let these monsters live?"
"No, we needed you" Nickle said, "Remnant - there's more to our world than you know - Ozpin-"
"I know" Lyric simply replied, "Maidens - Relics. Pawns. A little bird told me. That knowledge just gave my new purpose an even higher justification to stop you from helping him - my Magnum Opus, you could say. Then I can finally turn to painting."
"You're... going to kill us too?! You're mad, Lyric!"
"Am I? I prefer to think that my genius is misunderstood. Don't worry, death doesn't have to be terrible. I can make it beautiful. Please, go out with a bang, it will be a better ending than whatever Ozpin has in store for you." There was not much more talk from then on, only battle. And Lyric made swift work.

Lyric killed Nickle and Hemlock that night. It was two parts of another great three-part performance, but Quinn outsmarted him. In her desperate attempt to defeat him, she used her semblance, paired up with her ring blade to reflect his final shot back at him. It cut his left arm clean off... and stole him of his act. Quinn barely survived the effects of using her semblance on what would have been a killing blow, but in the end she managed to get Lyric incarcerated in Atlas.

For three long years he remained in that place, until the fateful night that an unfortunate series of events allowed him to escape... and with some tech. Now, he's equipped with a new arm made from what was then the latest Atlas technology. And to this day, he remains unfound, thanks to the different costumes and characters he's been able to play. For a long time however, he has managed to keep his performances quiet, and has found some kind of refuge with a group of bandits in Mistral all under the name of one Raven Branwen. She was a perfect escape plan from the prison, that was incredible luck on his part having met her so long ago on that mission with his Team. It was even better luck that she was still interested in him when he passed by on his hunt for Jet. Now he spends half his time helping Raven.


Outfits:
❖ Lyric usually wears only one attire, the perfect attire.
❖Otherwise, he is wearing costumes.

Items:
❖ Lyric always has his black mask with him.

Other:
❖ N/A

Themes:
Main Theme: Mind of the Virtuoso
Battle Theme: Divide - Battle Arrangement
Emotional Theme: Awakening
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