Basic Character Information
Full Name: Heather Galway
Nicknames: 'Heth', 'Night-en-Gale'
Age: 32
Birth date: Nov. 6
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single
Family:
Father- Dead
Mother- Dead
Brother- Murdered
Sister in Law- Missing
Rank: Freelance/ ForHire
Kingdom: Vale
Likes: The calm and quiet, the soft snow, the dark trees, and a plan coming together. Among having a quiet day by day existence, for now.
Dislike: Beligerant Loud mouths, disrespectful persons, excessive warmth and heat, not having her smokes.
Is a Faunus?: No
Combat Data
Strengths:
Agile, Fast, Great hand to hand and close quarters skills. Expert tactician and evaluation. Ambusher.
Weaknesses:
No regard for who she is fighting, if it's necessary to fight them. Hesitant to engage in a frontal fight.
Equipment:
- Kukri machete.
- Small pack and bedroll.
- Food, medical supplies, smokes.
Stastistics
¤ Intelligence: ■■■■□
¤ Perception: ■■■□□
¤ Strength: ■■■□□
¤ Toughness: ■■□□□
¤ Endurance: ■■□□□
¤ Speed: ■■□□□
¤ Reflexes ■■□□□
¤ Weapon Control: ■■□□□
¤ Sword Skills: ■■■□□
¤ Gun Skills: □□□□□
¤ Ranged Skills: □□□□□
¤ Melee Skills: ■■□□□
¤ Technological Knowledge: ■□□□□
¤ Aura: ■■[■]□□
¤ Semblance: ■■■[■■]
¤ Semblance Control: ■■■■□
Dust Mastery:
Bladed rank: 1
Melee rank: 1
Your Weapon:
Picture:
Weapon name: Sin
Weapon combination:
- Kukri Machete
Dust slots:
- Wind
- Ice
Ammo : 10 dust cartridges.
5 Fire
5 Ice
One at a time, is slid into the handle, and blade is laced with that dust's power. But is only effective for 1 post.
Weapon description: Your standard hardened steel Kukri machete, with wooden carved handle. And a small slot for dust pouches on bottom of handle.
Handle- 5 inches
Blade- 15 inches
Overall- 20 inches
Found among the piles of damaged furniture and belongings that were left when her house was robbed. It was simply a tool her brother used at one time for chores. Putting some design to it over time, and adding holes to help with the swing.
Weapon Range: Short/Close
Your Semblance:
Semblance Name: My Pain, Your Pain
Semblance description: As she is able to sense and see into the feelings and sometimes the thoughts of others, she is also able to share hers with them. Not in the sense of speech, but in feeling, mental weight, the feelings experienced. Any and all feelings, thoughts, and mental codes she has felt, she can bestow upon other minds.
The anguish and sorrow she felt, the sadness she had when one of her family members died, or the hurting of fatigue, or hopelessness of being buried alive, .. or the happiness, joy, or even determination, she can now make that person also feel those, so long as she felt them herself, and to the extent that she felt them, no higher. However, it depends on the individuals mental capacity and thought to determine how strong it takes effect or how long they also feel it. She does however have to give a little extra focus on the target. And can only connect with one at a time.
Stats:
Intelligence +1, Perception +1
¤ Intelligence: ■■■■[■]
¤ Perception: ■■■[■]□
¤ Strength: ■■■□□
¤ Toughness: ■■□□□
¤ Endurance: ■■□□□
¤ Speed: ■■□□□
¤ Reflexes ■■□□□
¤ Weapon Control: ■■□□□
¤ Sword Skills: ■■■□□
¤ Gun Skills: □□□□□
¤ Ranged Skills: □□□□□
¤ Melee Skills: ■■□□□
¤ Technological Knowledge: ■□□□□
¤ Aura: ■■□□□
¤ Semblance: ■■■□□
¤ Semblance Control: ■■■■□
Post duration: 1-3 posts. A scenario/plot/Stat assessment determines.
Cooldown: 5 posts
Character Description
Looks: A somewhat petite but filled out female, sporting a wopping 5' 9", with dark grey hair, ice blue eyes, and a mean glare when she chooses.
Personality:
⟡ Calm, Cool and Collective, analyzing of everything.
⟡ Perceptive, and catching on of any and everything, with easy grasps on learning.
⟡ Methodical and Organized, extremely reserved, but to the point.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 149 pounds
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Grey
Background Information
The Galway family was one among many families who were scattered and put into disarray in the fighting and tragedies of the past. Having relocated to Vacuo from Vale.
Finally finding a place they could call home once again, they begot a son, having already had a daughter, Heather. Their son inherited the farm, and the land. Growing up living although not rough but under good work and understanding everyone must do their part, and those who do not, should not be carried by others who do. This was enforced into Heather's head by her brother, who was head of the house, a strong working man just as her father was the short time she knew him before his passing as well as her mother's.
Her brother raised her, trained her, and showed her, there was nothing to fear and no one to stand in her way of her destiny and mission. To always fight for good, support the downtrodden, all of the good stuff a future huntsman or huntswoman would need to represent.
It wasn't until she was 16, that her brother, met a woman, and soon married. Much to Heather's objections to the woman. And it proved to be true, the suspicions she had. Returning from work Heather found her brother dead, murdered, and the deed and all their money, dust, and family heirlooms gone. Heather grew blind, forsaking everything she had been taught, and going on a path to find and obtain revenge on the woman who murdered her brother. This path, dark as it was, only grew darker.
Finding herself quickly among the ranks of fringe groups of the White Fang, lesser than favorable guilds, and bandits, her skills meant for becoming a huntswoman quickly became useful in bad ways. And obtaining a somewhat of a name for herself. However, where there is a name, there is a challenger.
Heather was, after a long pursuit, finally tracked down, and captured by a White Fang group she had done wrong by. For years, she was subject to a number of horrible, grotesque, and humiliating and scaring occurrences. Only warping her mind further and driving her will for revenge and destruction over the brink. It was at this time, she discovered her semblance finally. Of all the pain she felt, the feelings, the thoughts, she was able to project them onto others. And with her bucket list of events, she was in no short supply, bestowing her semblance upon her captors and escaping.
You would think she would go quiet, and start over.
But no, pushing herself and setting herself on a new destination, and it was to exact the pain she felt and has endured, onto all those who have not, and those who take for granted the niceties they have. All would feel her pain and anguish. And if this meant the murder of a maiden, or a headmaster and their pupils, or anyone who did not align with her or her with them, then it was just.
- Is actually very soft speaking and relaxed at distance.
Full Name: Heather Galway
Nicknames: 'Heth', 'Night-en-Gale'
Age: 32
Birth date: Nov. 6
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single
Family:
Father- Dead
Mother- Dead
Brother- Murdered
Sister in Law- Missing
Rank: Freelance/ ForHire
Kingdom: Vale
Likes: The calm and quiet, the soft snow, the dark trees, and a plan coming together. Among having a quiet day by day existence, for now.
Dislike: Beligerant Loud mouths, disrespectful persons, excessive warmth and heat, not having her smokes.
Is a Faunus?: No
Combat Data
Strengths:
Agile, Fast, Great hand to hand and close quarters skills. Expert tactician and evaluation. Ambusher.
Weaknesses:
No regard for who she is fighting, if it's necessary to fight them. Hesitant to engage in a frontal fight.
Equipment:
- Kukri machete.
- Small pack and bedroll.
- Food, medical supplies, smokes.
Stastistics
¤ Intelligence: ■■■■□
¤ Perception: ■■■□□
¤ Strength: ■■■□□
¤ Toughness: ■■□□□
¤ Endurance: ■■□□□
¤ Speed: ■■□□□
¤ Reflexes ■■□□□
¤ Weapon Control: ■■□□□
¤ Sword Skills: ■■■□□
¤ Gun Skills: □□□□□
¤ Ranged Skills: □□□□□
¤ Melee Skills: ■■□□□
¤ Technological Knowledge: ■□□□□
¤ Aura: ■■[■]□□
¤ Semblance: ■■■[■■]
¤ Semblance Control: ■■■■□
Dust Mastery:
Bladed rank: 1
Melee rank: 1
Your Weapon:
Picture:
Weapon name: Sin
Weapon combination:
- Kukri Machete
Dust slots:
- Wind
- Ice
Ammo : 10 dust cartridges.
5 Fire
5 Ice
One at a time, is slid into the handle, and blade is laced with that dust's power. But is only effective for 1 post.
Weapon description: Your standard hardened steel Kukri machete, with wooden carved handle. And a small slot for dust pouches on bottom of handle.
Handle- 5 inches
Blade- 15 inches
Overall- 20 inches
Found among the piles of damaged furniture and belongings that were left when her house was robbed. It was simply a tool her brother used at one time for chores. Putting some design to it over time, and adding holes to help with the swing.
Weapon Range: Short/Close
Your Semblance:
Semblance Name: My Pain, Your Pain
Semblance description: As she is able to sense and see into the feelings and sometimes the thoughts of others, she is also able to share hers with them. Not in the sense of speech, but in feeling, mental weight, the feelings experienced. Any and all feelings, thoughts, and mental codes she has felt, she can bestow upon other minds.
The anguish and sorrow she felt, the sadness she had when one of her family members died, or the hurting of fatigue, or hopelessness of being buried alive, .. or the happiness, joy, or even determination, she can now make that person also feel those, so long as she felt them herself, and to the extent that she felt them, no higher. However, it depends on the individuals mental capacity and thought to determine how strong it takes effect or how long they also feel it. She does however have to give a little extra focus on the target. And can only connect with one at a time.
Stats:
Intelligence +1, Perception +1
¤ Intelligence: ■■■■[■]
¤ Perception: ■■■[■]□
¤ Strength: ■■■□□
¤ Toughness: ■■□□□
¤ Endurance: ■■□□□
¤ Speed: ■■□□□
¤ Reflexes ■■□□□
¤ Weapon Control: ■■□□□
¤ Sword Skills: ■■■□□
¤ Gun Skills: □□□□□
¤ Ranged Skills: □□□□□
¤ Melee Skills: ■■□□□
¤ Technological Knowledge: ■□□□□
¤ Aura: ■■□□□
¤ Semblance: ■■■□□
¤ Semblance Control: ■■■■□
Post duration: 1-3 posts. A scenario/plot/Stat assessment determines.
Cooldown: 5 posts
Character Description
Looks: A somewhat petite but filled out female, sporting a wopping 5' 9", with dark grey hair, ice blue eyes, and a mean glare when she chooses.
Personality:
⟡ Calm, Cool and Collective, analyzing of everything.
⟡ Perceptive, and catching on of any and everything, with easy grasps on learning.
⟡ Methodical and Organized, extremely reserved, but to the point.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 149 pounds
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Grey
Background Information
The Galway family was one among many families who were scattered and put into disarray in the fighting and tragedies of the past. Having relocated to Vacuo from Vale.
Finally finding a place they could call home once again, they begot a son, having already had a daughter, Heather. Their son inherited the farm, and the land. Growing up living although not rough but under good work and understanding everyone must do their part, and those who do not, should not be carried by others who do. This was enforced into Heather's head by her brother, who was head of the house, a strong working man just as her father was the short time she knew him before his passing as well as her mother's.
Her brother raised her, trained her, and showed her, there was nothing to fear and no one to stand in her way of her destiny and mission. To always fight for good, support the downtrodden, all of the good stuff a future huntsman or huntswoman would need to represent.
It wasn't until she was 16, that her brother, met a woman, and soon married. Much to Heather's objections to the woman. And it proved to be true, the suspicions she had. Returning from work Heather found her brother dead, murdered, and the deed and all their money, dust, and family heirlooms gone. Heather grew blind, forsaking everything she had been taught, and going on a path to find and obtain revenge on the woman who murdered her brother. This path, dark as it was, only grew darker.
Finding herself quickly among the ranks of fringe groups of the White Fang, lesser than favorable guilds, and bandits, her skills meant for becoming a huntswoman quickly became useful in bad ways. And obtaining a somewhat of a name for herself. However, where there is a name, there is a challenger.
Heather was, after a long pursuit, finally tracked down, and captured by a White Fang group she had done wrong by. For years, she was subject to a number of horrible, grotesque, and humiliating and scaring occurrences. Only warping her mind further and driving her will for revenge and destruction over the brink. It was at this time, she discovered her semblance finally. Of all the pain she felt, the feelings, the thoughts, she was able to project them onto others. And with her bucket list of events, she was in no short supply, bestowing her semblance upon her captors and escaping.
You would think she would go quiet, and start over.
But no, pushing herself and setting herself on a new destination, and it was to exact the pain she felt and has endured, onto all those who have not, and those who take for granted the niceties they have. All would feel her pain and anguish. And if this meant the murder of a maiden, or a headmaster and their pupils, or anyone who did not align with her or her with them, then it was just.
- Is actually very soft speaking and relaxed at distance.
