Username: GrandOldMan Name: Crimson Armato Nickname: Crimson Armato thank you! Race: Human Ethnicity: Caucasian Gender: Female Orientation: Straight-ish Alignment: Chaotic Good Academy: Beacon Age: 18 Birthday: Oct. 30 Height: 5' 8" Combat Type: Close Range Heavy Weapon(s): "Vast Majesty" BroadSword Fast and agile, with long reach and heavy hitting blows. Originally her fathers. As a dust charge could be fitted into the hilt to add a extra devastating blow as the dust ignites during a blow from the sword. One dust charge per special attack.
Dust Skill: ❖ Burn Dust- Medium Skill Semblance: ❖ Brick Wall- A rather unusual sight, a almost genetic semblance passed down through generations. Crimson having named it different form it's original name to better suit her, it essentially is a numbing factor. Shutting off all of her feelings and limiting whatever bodily needs it can, to enforce her short term strength and speed. However, even with enhanced strength, speed, and loss of feeling of injury or impact, means that after her semblance has been used, she will once again feel and show the injuries, if any, taken during the time it was used. With how much she exerts, makes the basis for how long her semblance can last, which is often and mostly determined by her feelings and determination at that time. Literally becoming a tank, a brick wall, smashing all, but then running out of fuel and puttering out in the end. While using her semblance, it appears like there is thicker red layer or haze, tight formed around her body.
Strengths: ✔ Proud, Family heritage and name, as well as her own skills give her more than enough bragging sense... at least in her own mind. ✔ Head Strong and Tenacious, Her pride, often leads to reserves of energy and unwillingness to give in or slow down. ✔ Oblivious, With her pride and tenacity often if not always in the way, she all too often overlooks important details and events. Often speaking her true opinion and mind without thought of who and what is being spoken of, feeling no one should ever worry for niceties when it comes to truth... or her opinion. ✔ Strong Aura and Very Strong Semblance
Weaknesses: ✘ Hard Headed, Ferocious, Stubborn ✘ Not Great Control Over Her Mostly Emotion Controlled Semblance ✘ Talks Too Much, with little restraint in making herself heard. ✘ Very basic combat knowledge, less finesse, more brute-
Likes: ✔ Being Noticed or Recognized ✔ Tea, Coffee, and Finer Drinks ✔ The Idea of Hunters and Huntresses and becoming one officially like her mother and father ✔ Cleanliness
Dislikes: ✘ Misinformation ✘ Being Ignored ✘ Uncleanliness ✘ Lower Class Types of People ✘ Faunus who Don't Feel they Should be just Equal to Humans
Personality: ❖ The proud, family name driven, somewhat spoiled.. very spoiled bragster. Head Strong and prideful, Her pride, all too often clouding her judgement and thought making her very oblivious, as she all too often overlooks important details and events. Often speaking her true opinion and mind without thought of who and what is being spoken of, feeling no one should ever worry for niceties when it comes to truth... or her opinion.
History: ❖ Mistrel Academy had produced a many a number of glorious and famed fighters, but among those, also came the average and even mediocre hunters and huntresses. Like those of Mars and Carmine, her mother and father, who barely graduated by the skin of their... well, bodies. Attempting to cloak themselves and their terrible style with show and glamour, which only really appealed to the even lesser of the academy and hunters/huntresses, which there weren't many.
Living the low looked down upon Glory Lives, they begot a daughter, who, with their growing age, decided to pour all of their "fame", "riches", and "family name glory and history" into, which she quickly ate up and took as truth, never hearing out the words or truths coming from others around her, but with those wary few who truly did hype and believe the falsified stories and rhetoric, it cemented into her mind that she was made from greatness, and destined to it, no, deserving of it. And anyone else who didn't aspire to the greatness she wished to achieve, were under her, and would not ever hold the glory her family name holds. Which is truly, none, or a strong lack there of. She grew up among this growing more and more funneled into her own legacy, her self assurance and confidence growing, but not with her ability.
Seeing the challenge of becoming a possible guardian, she quickly got up and headed for her new chance at greatness. In her final moments before leaving home, her father and mother attempted to tell her the truth, and lessen her broadness. But it fell on deaf ears, as she marched out and away to Beacon Academy, to expand the glorious name of Armato, and show everyone, that she was to become, a guardian.
Other: ❖ Crimson will often if not always speak her mind, whether insulting or nice. And always makes a point of making her point and thoughts heard by the 'masses of onlookers and fans'. Even though she does not see it. The vast majority of everyone from Mistrel as well as neighboring areas, if not the entirety of Remnant have heard the name Armato, and the short comings that are associated with the name. But among all of Remnant there are still those who believe the hype around the name just as much as Crimson does, and she will defend it to her last breath.
Username: TheGrandOldMan Name: Heather Galway Nickname: Anya, Gale Race: Human Ethnicity: Caucasian Gender: Female Orientation: All of em~ Alignment: Neutral Evil, Mob Boss For Hire, Contractor, Assassin, and much more. Age: 32 Birthday: Jan 3 Height: 5' 10" Combat Type: Close Range Finesse/ Mental Weapon(s): Her Father's Kukri Machete, however, having had it modified to be stronger, reinforced handle and now lined with assorted dusts for different effect. Dust can be poured directly into the handle and traces along the blades edge. Dust Skill: Wind/Fire/Ice Semblance: - My Pain, Your Pain - 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, 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. And she has been exposed and forced through a lot, and even gone as far to build her arsenal and willingly expose herself to more than most should ever hope to endure.
Strengths: ✔ Calm Cool and Collective ✔ Reserved, bearing a strong Command Presence ✔ Secretive and Unreadable
Weaknesses: ✘ Cold and Uncaring ✘ Thrill Seeker and Pain Maker ✘ To Further her own ability, Hurts Herself All Too Often, even allowing herself to lose fights from time to time.
Likes: ✔ Smoking with a Coffee ✔ Coffee ✔ Dust ✔ Quiet ✔ Organization and Order through Chaos
Dislikes: ✘ Chaos without Purpose ✘ Lack of Objective or Purpose ✘ 'Smell the Flowers' types
Personality: ❖ Calm and quiet, almost porcelain and gentle at distance or first glance. But a devious, mastermind, deviant, and outright cut throat in how she talks, thinks, and rationalizes.
History: ❖ The Galway family, Having relocated to Vacuo in a steadily relocating and reestablishing of land, property and homesteading, her Grandparents not wanting to settle near larger cities but preferring more open areas.
Finally finding a place they could call home, they begot a son, having already had a daughter. Their son inherited the farm, the land, and eventually found a wife of his own and begot three kids of their own, a son and two girls, the middle child of the bunch being Heather. 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 her head by her father, a strong working man just as her grandfather was the short time she knew him before his passing as well as her grandmother's.
It wasn't until much later, when Heather was 15 in fact, that upon the untimely death of her mother, that her father then lost all that he was, something about him changed, so much so that both she and her brother and older sister had to take up all the work. Their father eventually disappearing for longer times. However, when he was seen, it was mostly by Heather, or rather, he saw and was watching her when they couldn't see him. It wasn't until shortly months later, the oldest sister grew quiet and distant, eventually leaving without word to the family. Days later, it was reported that she was found dead, among other things, at a local camp site many had used.
Then, with heavy hearts and little yield in the daily life, Heather and her brother decided they would be off, leaving what they had left behind, and starting over once again, but together, just the two of them... but that thought was short lived, their father caught word and approached them, instantly killing the brother with a large kukri blade her father often carried. Mortified and in shock, her father over powered her, and then lead her away.
An hour later, after much agony and fighting back but to no avail, she finally managed to get hold of the kukri, hitting and killing her father. Shaken, bloody, mortified, and now alone, she left, running, running, not knowing where or what she was going to do or who she would find. She found no one, no hunters, no huntress's, no police, anybody at all. It was there, she formulated her plans, where her teachings that were set in, set in to a much harder and more lethal effect over her mind. Vanishing now with her new found motivation and ideals. Finding herself in the company and services of the likes of the White Fang, Small and Large groups of gangs, mafias and criminal societies, and spreading her influence slowly throughout the underground and scuttlebutt of many groups and foundations who have happily accepted or requested her services over the years. As well as making her fair share of enemies, espesially that of small pockets within the White Fang, and becoming a key person of interest throughout Remnant by huntsmen and huntresses. Having been spreading her ideals, her corruption and the demon deep in her mind corrupting her further, having not been seen or heard of in quite some time. Nearly 3 years infact. Why surface now? Why make herself known during these relatively peaceful times... what new job or objective does the Gray Gale have in store.
