█*NAME ▬ Garret Reveley █*AGE ▬ 24 █*FACTION ▬ Vącùo █*ROLE ▬ Loner, Heir of the Reveley, Academy Courier █*SEX ▬ Male █*SPECIES ▬ Human █CURRENT TEAM ▬ █PARTNER(S) ▬ █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lancer, Garrot, Spear
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█*HEIGHT ▬ 6'2 █*WEIGHT ▬ 185lb █*HAIR ▬ Black/ Blue (when semblance active) █CLOTHING ▬ Same as image █ACCESSORIES ▬ Spear-head earrings █*EYES ▬ Golden/ Red (when semblance active) █*BUILD ▬ Athletic, muscular █MARKINGS ▬ █*FEATURES ▬
█PERSONALITY TRAITS █*Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. Over the years, he has lost a bit of his arrogance and does so more playfully now; having learned there is more wisdom in respecting his opponents. The arrogance, however, is not entirely gone. █Vernacular ▬ Baritone voice; one that has an Arabian accent █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, Determined, Noble, Brave █Negative Traits ▬ Overconfident, Stubborn, First person to battle and last to leave
█TALENTS (Natural) █Primary Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Garret is naturally ambidextrous; allowing for him to use either hand (or both at once) equally well. █Secondary Talent ▬ Strength: Garret has a natural strength that has only been honed further by his years of fighting and by his Reveley Blood. Spear-combat: Having fought exclusively with his familiar spears, Garret knows the best way to fight with them; be it with only one or both together. █Tertiary Talents ▬ Strong will: Having endured many hardships and loss, and being no stranger to pain on the battlefield, Garret's mind is very strong. It would take a lot to actually break him; he can push on through pain and injury in a fight by will alone when most others cannot. Acrobatic: Having a flair for the dramatic, and his fighting style relying on speed as much as precision, Garret is able to perform a variety of acrobatic feats along with his usual movements and attacks. Durable: Having to deal with the downside of pushing his semblance often, and generally preferring to fight without it, Garret's body is more durable than average.
█SKILLS (Developed) █Primary Skill ▬ Tactician: Garret has seen many battles in his time, and often in groups (even if reluctantly). This, supplemented with his readings, has led to him having a tactical mind in terms of how to best utilize any size of group, where weaknesses in them are, as well as strengths, to complete a goal. █Secondary Skills ▬ Observation: Having fallen into his fair share of traps in past, and having to rely on finding things to survive the in the outskirts, Garret has a keen eye to pick things out from his surroundings; not being able to see farther than the average person though, just more aware what is around him. Mounted Combatant: Garret, partially due to his distaste for more advanced technology, has learned to rely on a more primitive if effective means of transport; Camels. He has learned how to ride them, and how to fight while riding on them. █Tertiary Skills ▬ Survivalist: Having spent many years wandering the no-mans land outside of Vale, Garret has the essential survival skills needed to live in such areas. Stamina: Having spent the majority of his life on the move, Garret has an above average well of stamina to keep going and press on. Desert-born: Having spent his childhood in Vacuo, and with his charge to retake his home one day, Garret has an extensive knowledge of the desert nation of Vacuo. From its dunes to its caves, the dust to the creatures, Garret has read up much on them to reinforce his knowledge of his homeland.
█WEAKNESSES █*Exploitable Combat Weakness ▬ Master of the spear: Garret's fighting style is focused exclusively on the spear such that he never learned how to fight with any other weapon. If he were to be disarmed, he would be at an extreme disadvantage. █*Exploitable Fear ▬ Having someone die because of him; dying dishonorably
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█*BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house.
This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
One year ago Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
Beacon His time at beacon had changed much about him. No longer was he fully the braggart he once was; while still very much confident in his abilities, he preferred to let his actions speak more so than boast. Due to experience, and having to work with others, he mellowed ever so slightly and grew a bit wiser in his approach to others and life. He was even more open to cooperation with others, where once he shunned and denied it entirely. He has grown to respect and trust Aurtrox in his time at beacon, as well as some of the younger generation he encountered. Feeling a kinship in particular with Dove and the Hound, even if the latter was not from beacon. After a year here, he felt a new drive for his life goal. To really work to reclaim Vacuo; building connections with others, making deals, and working to unite the shattered peoples once again. Where once his main goal had been just to slay grimm with his charge a distant thought, he was determined more than ever to now restore Vacuo.
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Heir and Virtue █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears. The spears can also be augmented with dust to have an elemental effect on the spearhead. These effects last for 5 posts. █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode). It can utilize dust bullets or regular ones. It has an effective range of 25 meters. █Other Function) ▬ Heir's calling: His spears have been augmented to come to his hand when summoned via his aura. Through special technology, it can recognize Garret focusing his aura as a calling sign to it; flying towards him at extremely fast speeds till it reaches his palm. This only works with his aura.
█Ammo Type ▬ Physical, Dust █ ▬ Spears can only be called back if they are not restrained, have space to do so, are within 100ft or same thread (up to mod/ participants), and if his semblance is active. For every 2 times he uses it, it takes away a post of use overall from his semblance. Ex: If he were 6 posts out of 10 posts of use when he used this the second time, it would move him to 7 on that post, his next post would start at 8 out of 10. - Shotgun shells can only be loaded one at a time; until level 2 (while his semblance is active) he will not be able to fire more than once per post.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █Ammo Carried ▬ Typically he carries 12 shotgun rounds at any given time, unless it is a mission that calls for a longer duration.
█ITEMS █ ▬ Scroll █ ▬ █ ▬
██ ╫ S P E C I A L_I T E M ╫
█Will figure out later ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. When he uses his semblance, his appearance changes to this. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (Meet the enemy) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed equal to that of twice the speed of a regular person as well as increasing how fast he can strike with his spears. Each spear can strike twice as fast (netting an extra attack with each spear).
█*LEVEL 1▬ (Shielded Spear) Garret, whose bloodline resolves entirely around spear fighting, has added a defense to the weakness of being melee fighters. His aura has specialized in its defense to cancel out physical projectiles before they hit him.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at three times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree.
█*LEVEL 2▬ (Keen Spears) Garret's aura is channeled to manifest itself in an almost fiery red aura that all can see on on his spears. This gives his spears an enhanced cutting and piercing ability, able to pierce through various metals and stone.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at four times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. His spears leave a bit of an after trail with how fast they strike.
█*LEVEL 3 ▬ (Bloody Heir and Golden Virtue) At this level, Garret's heredity semblance is at it apex. He channels all his aura into his spear to the point he would have no defensive aura left, and throws it at full force/ speed towards his target. The spear looks almost like a bloody streak of red aura; with the aura spiking erratically off of it, and moves as fast as he can. The spear homes in to a degree to try and reach its target; being able to make slight turns to go around an obstacle but not by much. Once it lands, a large 30-feet diameter explosion of his aura occurs; capable of destroying any buildings caught in its wake. Anything 20-feet past that would experience the shockwave of it and be knocked away to its max distance.
Further, at this level he gets an additional boost of speed; being able to move and attack at five times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. He leaves a bit of an after image from how fast he is moving; making it a bit harder to determine his exact position.
█*DRAWBACKS ▬ General: - Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. - The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 15 rounds at level 3. - There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. - However, he can gain an additional 3 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. - The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it. - His speed boost only enhances himself and his spears. - His semblance is cumulative.
▬Level 0: - Despite the speed of his attacks, they can still be seen. - The spears each only get an extra attack per round (so one spear can only do 2 attacks, so he can attack 4 times if he uses both).
▬Level 1: - When Garret would normally be hit by a physical projectile, it adds 1 to his semblance timer when he is hit (ex: if he is 5/10 for how long he can use it and is hit, it goes up to 6/10). - If he is hit by multiple physical projectiles at the same time, they all count as just adding 1 to his semblance timer. - It only works on physical projectiles; melee attacks and aura attacks (melee or ranged) are unaffected by this specialized defense.
▬Level 2: - It can cut through shields, metal, and other strong structures but not aura.
▬Level 3: - Using this ability costs him 10 posts per use. - It takes one uninterrupted posts of him charging up the attack. - Once one post has come to pass he has to throw his spear and cannot hold off; if he tried to it would detonate on him. - It is very obvious as his red aura begins to spike uncontrollably all around him and noticeably centers on the spear head. - He cannot move as long as he is charging. If he were to move (such as walk away, block an attack) the ability ends. - Using this ability will leave him with no defensive aura whatsoever (regardless of if he has posts left of use for his semblance). - If he uses his special ability, his cooldown is increased to 10 posts.
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[Ghost254- Garret Reveley]
█ █ ╫ C O R E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Garret Reveley █*AGE ▬ 23 █*FACTION ▬ Vacuo █*ROLE ▬ Undecided █*SEX ▬ Male █*SPECIES ▬ Human
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ (Leave blank if you do not have a team yet) █*PARTNER(S) ▬ (Teammates, if you have any) █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lancer █OCCUPATION ▬ Mercenary
█ █ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 6'2 █WEIGHT ▬ 170
█HAIR ▬ Black █CLOTHING ▬ Same as picture █ACCESSORIES ▬ Dark red earrings █EYES ▬ Golden █BUILD ▬ Lean, Toned █TATTOOS ▬ Lotus flower on his left shoulder █SCARS ▬ None █MARKINGS ▬ None
█ █ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█SKILLS & TALENTS █Primary Talent ▬Spear Combat █Other Talents ▬ Tactician, Finding weaknesses, ambidextrous █Strongest Skill ▬ He is able to use the spears to strike fast and powerfully, along with being able to use all parts of it as weapons. █Weakest Skill ▬ Combat with other types of weapons
█LIKES █ ▬ (Hobbies/Talents) Combat █ ▬ (People) Honorable █ ▬ (Foods) Spicy food █ ▬ (Objects) Spears, Books █ ▬ (Animals) Jaguar, Cat, Hunting █DISLIKES █ ▬ (People) Dishonorable █ ▬ Unfair Combat █ ▬ (Hate/fear) Having someone die because of him █ ▬ █ ▬ (Fears) Dying dishonorably █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He purposely keeps others at a distance to ensure no one would die trying to save him. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. He is arrogant when it comes to his prowess in combat with people, but with Grimm he learned the hard way never to underestimate them. █Vernacular ▬ He has a strong, cocky voice. █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, determined █Negative Traits ▬ Arrogant, Isolates self from others, Combative
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house. This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
Present Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
█ █ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Blood Spire and Golden Skewer █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode) █Other Form(s) ▬ None █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ Due to the gun firing like a shotgun with a spread once it released from the barrel, the rounds are only really effective at short range, while only minimally effective in medium range and non existent in effectiveness at long range.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬
█ █ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. As his semblance gains in levels, the effects are cumulative and stack up so that all can be used at once if he chooses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (0-99 posts) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed for both himself and his spear strikes. █*LEVEL 1▬ (100-199 posts) Garret is able to use his semblance to make his attacks hit with more force than expected. Where usually the aim of a spear is to pierce through an enemy, this ability applies a crushing force as well to those it hits. This force runs along all parts of the staff, and so if any part hits someone the force would apply. █*LEVEL 2▬ (200-299 posts) Garret is able to leave a lasting mark on those he successfully strikes with his spear. At the points where others are wounded by his spear, there is a residue of aura that is left behind to inhibit healing. This makes the wound take twice as long to heal (the duration depending on the method used to heal). █*LEVEL 3 ▬ (300-399 posts) Aura Resistance- To be filled in at a later date. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 20 rounds at level 3. There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. However, he can gain an additional 2 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it.
█HAIR ▬ Black █CLOTHING ▬ Same as picture █ACCESSORIES ▬ Dark red earrings █EYES ▬ Golden █BUILD ▬ Lean, Toned █TATTOOS ▬ Lotus flower on his left shoulder █SCARS ▬ None █MARKINGS/Faunus Features ▬ None
█ █ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Agile █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Physically Strong █Other Talents ▬ Strong Will, Acrobatic █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Combat with spears █Weakest Skill ▬ Combat with any other type of weapon █Other Skills ▬ Tactician, Poetry, Analytical
█LIKES █ ▬ (Hobbies/Talents) Combat █ ▬ (People) Honorable █ ▬ (Foods) Spicy food █ ▬ (Objects) Spears, Books █ ▬ (Animals) Jaguar, Cat, Hunting █DISLIKES █ ▬ (People) Dishonorable █ ▬ Unfair Combat █ ▬ (Hate/fear) Having someone die because of him █ ▬ █ ▬ (Fears) Dying dishonorably █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He purposely keeps others at a distance to ensure no one would die trying to save him. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. He is arrogant when it comes to his prowess in combat with people, but with Grimm he learned the hard way never to underestimate them. █Vernacular ▬ He has a strong, cocky voice. █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, determined █Negative Traits ▬ Arrogant, Isolates self from others, Combative
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house. This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
Present Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
█ █ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Blood Spire and Golden Skewer █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode) █Other Form(s) ▬ None █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ Due to the gun firing like a shotgun with a spread once it released from the barrel, the rounds are only really effective at short range, while only minimally effective in medium range and non existent in effectiveness at long range.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬
█ █ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. As his semblance gains in levels, the effects are cumulative and stack up so that all can be used at once if he chooses. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (0-99 posts) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed for both himself and his spear strikes. █*LEVEL 1▬ (100-199 posts) Garret is able to use his semblance to make his attacks hit with more force than expected. Where usually the aim of a spear is to pierce through an enemy, this ability applies a crushing force as well to those it hits. This force runs along all parts of the staff, and so if any part hits someone the force would apply. █*LEVEL 2▬ (200-299 posts) Garret is able to leave a lasting mark on those he successfully strikes with his spear. At the points where others are wounded by his spear, there is a residue of aura that is left behind to inhibit healing. This makes the wound take twice as long to heal (the duration depending on the method used to heal). █*LEVEL 3 ▬ (300-399 posts) Aura Resistance- To be filled in at a later date. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 20 rounds at level 3. There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. However, he can gain an additional 2 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it.
█HAIR ▬ Black █CLOTHING ▬ Same as picture █ACCESSORIES ▬ Dark red earrings █EYES ▬ Golden █BUILD ▬ Lean, Toned █TATTOOS ▬ Lotus flower on his left shoulder █SCARS ▬ None █MARKINGS/Faunus Features ▬ None
█ █ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Ambidextrous █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Physically Strong █Other Talents ▬ Strong Will, Acrobatic █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Combat with spears █Weakest Skill ▬ Combat with any other type of weapon █Other Skills ▬ Tactician, Poetry, Analytical
█LIKES █ ▬ (Hobbies/Talents) Combat █ ▬ (People) Honorable █ ▬ (Foods) Spicy food █ ▬ (Objects) Spears, Books █ ▬ (Animals) Jaguar, Cat, Hunting █DISLIKES █ ▬ (People) Dishonorable █ ▬ Unfair Combat █ ▬ (Hate/fear) Having someone die because of him █ ▬ █ ▬ (Fears) Dying dishonorably █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He purposely keeps others at a distance to ensure no one would die trying to save him. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. He is arrogant when it comes to his prowess in combat with people, but with Grimm he learned the hard way never to underestimate them. █Vernacular ▬ He has a strong, cocky voice. █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, determined █Negative Traits ▬ Arrogant, Isolates self from others, Combative
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house. This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
Present Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
█ █ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Blood Spire and Golden Skewer █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode) █Other Form(s) ▬ None █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ Due to the gun firing like a shotgun with a spread once it released from the barrel, the rounds are only really effective at short range, while only minimally effective in medium range and non existent in effectiveness at long range.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬
█ █ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (Meet the enemy) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed equal to that of twice the speed of a regular person as well as increasing how fast he can strike with his spears. Each spear can strike twice as fast (netting an extra attack with each spear). █*LEVEL 1▬ (Shielded Spear) Garret, whose bloodline resolves entirely around spear fighting, has added a defense to the weakness of being melee fighters. His aura has specialized in its defense to cancel out projectiles before they hit him. █*LEVEL 2▬ (Keen Spears) Garret's aura is channeled to manifest itself in an almost fiery red aura that all can see on on his spears. This gives his spears an enhanced cutting and piercing ability, being able to cut through many objects much easier. █*LEVEL 3 ▬ (Bloody Heir and Golden Virtue) Garret is able to channel his aura into his spears to launch a homing aura attack. These look like crimson or gold (depending on the spear) as they streak out towards a target. These bolts will try to go around obstacles and such to reach their target, and if they connect with a target can pierce through aura and wherever they strike on the person. █*DRAWBACKS ▬ General: - Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. - The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 20 rounds at level 3. - There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. - However, he can gain an additional 2 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. - The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it.
▬Level 0: - It only enhances his own speed along with his spear strikes. - Despite the speed of his attacks, they can still be seen. - The spears each only get an extra attack per round (so one spear can only do 2 attacks, so he can attack 4 times if he uses both).
▬Level 1: - When Garret would normally be hit by a projectile, it adds 1 to his semblance timer when he is hit (ex: if he is 5/10 for how long he can use it and is hit, it goes up to 6/10). - If he is hit by multiple projectiles at the same time, they all count as just adding 1 to his semblance timer. - It only works on projectiles; melee attacks are unaffected by this specialized defense.
▬Level 2: - It can cut through shields, metal, and other strong structures but not aura.
▬Level 3: - Using this ability costs him 5 posts per use. - It takes 2 uninterrupted posts of him charging up the attack. - It can create one or two bolts depending on if he is using both spears for the attack. - Once two posts has come to pass he has to fire the bolt and cannot hold off. - It is very obvious as his red aura begins to spike uncontrollably all around him and noticeably centers on the spear head(s). - He cannot move much as long as he is using this ability. If he were to move (such as dodge, try to block, walk away) the ability ends. - They will continue to home in on a target until they either: reach it or are destroyed in some way.
█*NAME ▬ Garret Reveley █*AGE ▬ 24 █*FACTION ▬ Vącùo █*ROLE ▬ Loner, Heir of the Reveley, Academy Courier █*SEX ▬ Male █*SPECIES ▬ Human █CURRENT TEAM ▬ █PARTNER(S) ▬ █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lancer, Garrot, Spear
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█*HEIGHT ▬ 6'2 █*WEIGHT ▬ 185lb █*HAIR ▬ Black/ Blue (when semblance active) █CLOTHING ▬ Same as image █ACCESSORIES ▬ Spear-head earrings █*EYES ▬ Golden/ Red (when semblance active) █*BUILD ▬ Athletic, muscular █MARKINGS ▬ █*FEATURES ▬
█PERSONALITY TRAITS █*Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. Over the years, he has lost a bit of his arrogance and does so more playfully now; having learned there is more wisdom in respecting his opponents. The arrogance, however, is not entirely gone. █Vernacular ▬ Baritone voice; one that has an Arabian accent █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, Determined, Noble, Brave █Negative Traits ▬ Overconfident, Stubborn, First person to battle and last to leave
█TALENTS (Natural) █Primary Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Garret is naturally ambidextrous; allowing for him to use either hand (or both at once) equally well. █Secondary Talent ▬ Strength: Garret has a natural strength that has only been honed further by his years of fighting and by his Reveley Blood. Spear-combat: Having fought exclusively with his familiar spears, Garret knows the best way to fight with them; be it with only one or both together. █Tertiary Talents ▬ Strong will: Having endured many hardships and loss, and being no stranger to pain on the battlefield, Garret's mind is very strong. It would take a lot to actually break him; he can push on through pain and injury in a fight by will alone when most others cannot. Acrobatic: Having a flair for the dramatic, and his fighting style relying on speed as much as precision, Garret is able to perform a variety of acrobatic feats along with his usual movements and attacks. Durable: Having to deal with the downside of pushing his semblance often, and generally preferring to fight without it, Garret's body is more durable than average.
█SKILLS (Developed) █Primary Skill ▬ Tactician: Garret has seen many battles in his time, and often in groups (even if reluctantly). This, supplemented with his readings, has led to him having a tactical mind in terms of how to best utilize any size of group, where weaknesses in them are, as well as strengths, to complete a goal. █Secondary Skills ▬ Perceptive: Having fallen into his fair share of traps in past, and having to rely on finding things to survive the in the outskirts, Garret has a keen eye. Mounted Combatant: Garret, partially due to his distaste for more advanced technology, has learned to rely on a more primitive if effective means of transport; Camel's. He has learned how to ride them, and how to fight while riding on them. █Tertiary Skills ▬ Survivalist: Having spent many years wandering the no-mans land outside of Vale, Garret has the essential survival skills needed to live in such areas. Stamina: Having spent the majority of his life on the move, Garret has an above average well of stamina to keep going and press on. Desert-born: Having spent his childhood in Vacuo, and with his charge to retake his home one day, Garret has an extensive knowledge of the desert nation of Vacuo. From its dunes to its caves, the dust to the creatures, Garret has read up much on them to reinforce his knowledge of his homeland.
█WEAKNESSES █*Exploitable Combat Weakness ▬ Master of the spear: Garret's fighting style is focused exclusively on the spear such that he never learned how to fight with any other weapon. If he were to be disarmed, he would be at an extreme disadvantage. █*Exploitable Fear ▬ Having someone die because of him; dying dishonorably
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█*BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house.
This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
One year ago Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
Beacon His time at beacon had changed much about him. No longer was he fully the braggart he once was; while still very much confident in his abilities, he preferred to let his actions speak more so than boast. Due to experience, and having to work with others, he mellowed ever so slightly and grew a bit wiser in his approach to others and life. He was even more open to cooperation with others, where once he shunned and denied it entirely. He has grown to respect and trust Aurtrox in his time at beacon, as well as some of the younger generation he encountered. Feeling a kinship in particular with Dove and the Hound, even if the latter was not from beacon. After a year here, he felt a new drive for his life goal. To really work to reclaim Vacuo; building connections with others, making deals, and working to unite the shattered peoples once again. Where once his main goal had been just to slay grimm with his charge a distant thought, he was determined more than ever to now restore Vacuo.
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Heir and Virtue █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears. The spears can also be augmented with dust to have an elemental effect on the spearhead. █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode). It can utilize dust bullets or regular ones. █Other Function) ▬ Heir's calling: His spears have been augmented to come to his hand when summoned via his aura. Through special technology, it can recognize Garret focusing his aura as a calling sign to it; flying towards him at extremely fast speeds till it reaches his palm. This only works with his aura.
█Ammo Type ▬ Physical, Dust █ ▬ Due to the gun firing like a shotgun with a spread once it released from the barrel, the rounds are only really effective at short range, while only minimally effective in medium range and non existent in effectiveness at long range. - Spears can only be called back if they are not restrained and have space to do so.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █Ammo Carried ▬ Typically he carries 12 shotgun rounds at any given time, unless it is a mission that calls for a longer duration.
█ITEMS █ ▬ Scroll █ ▬ █ ▬
██ ╫ S P E C I A L_I T E M ╫
█Will figure out later ▬
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█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. When he uses his semblance, his appearance changes to this. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (Meet the enemy) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed equal to that of twice the speed of a regular person as well as increasing how fast he can strike with his spears. Each spear can strike twice as fast (netting an extra attack with each spear).
█*LEVEL 1▬ (Shielded Spear) Garret, whose bloodline resolves entirely around spear fighting, has added a defense to the weakness of being melee fighters. His aura has specialized in its defense to cancel out projectiles before they hit him.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at three times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree.
█*LEVEL 2▬ (Keen Spears) Garret's aura is channeled to manifest itself in an almost fiery red aura that all can see on on his spears. This gives his spears an enhanced cutting and piercing ability, able to pierce through various metals and stone.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at four times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. His spears leave a bit of an after trail with how fast they strike.
█*LEVEL 3 ▬ (Bloody Heir and Golden Virtue) At this level, Garret's heredity semblance is at it apex. He channels all his aura into his spear to the point he would have no defensive aura left, and throws it at full force/ speed towards his target. The spear looks almost like a bloody streak of red aura; with the aura spiking erratically off of it, and moves as fast as he can. The spear homes in to a degree to try and reach its target; being able to make slight turns to go around an obstacle but not by much. Once it lands, a large 30-feet diameter explosion of his aura occurs; capable of destroying any buildings caught in its wake. Anything 20-feet past that would experience the shockwave of it and be knocked away to its max distance.
Further, at this level he gets an additional boost of speed; being able to move and attack at five times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. He leaves a bit of an after image from how fast he is moving; making it a bit harder to determine his exact position.
█*DRAWBACKS ▬ General: - Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. - The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 15 rounds at level 3. - There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. - However, he can gain an additional 3 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. - The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it. - His speed boost only enhances himself and his spears. - His semblance is cumulative.
▬Level 0: - Despite the speed of his attacks, they can still be seen. - The spears each only get an extra attack per round (so one spear can only do 2 attacks, so he can attack 4 times if he uses both).
▬Level 1: - When Garret would normally be hit by a projectile, it adds 1 to his semblance timer when he is hit (ex: if he is 5/10 for how long he can use it and is hit, it goes up to 6/10). - If he is hit by multiple projectiles at the same time, they all count as just adding 1 to his semblance timer. - It only works on projectiles; melee attacks are unaffected by this specialized defense.
▬Level 2: - It can cut through shields, metal, and other strong structures but not aura.
▬Level 3: - Using this ability costs him 10 posts per use. - It takes one uninterrupted posts of him charging up the attack. - Once one post has come to pass he has to throw his spear and cannot hold off; if he tried to it would detonate on him. - It is very obvious as his red aura begins to spike uncontrollably all around him and noticeably centers on the spear head. - He cannot move as long as he is charging. If he were to move (such as walk away, block an attack) the ability ends. - Using this ability will leave him with no defensive aura whatsoever (regardless of if he has posts left of use for his semblance). - If he uses his special ability, his cooldown is increased to 10 posts.
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*Optional edits/Curiosities*
• N/A • Maybe an extra weakness as it's been stated that, your current weakness might be negated by your Calling function.
*Must Edits/Clarifications*
• █ Secondary Skills ▬ Perceptive: Having fallen into his fair share of traps in past, and having to rely on finding things to survive the in the outskirts, Garret has a keen eye. (Please clarify how far he can he perceive). • Primary Weapon ○ N/A • Semblance: ○ █ *LEVEL 1▬ "His aura has specialized in its defense to cancel out projectiles before they hit him." Does this include Aura projectiles as well or just physical? ○ ▬Level 1: "If he is hit by multiple projectiles at the same time, they all count as just adding 1 to his semblance timer." So, just to clarify with an example: If he was attacked by two people and they shot at the same time, this would only add 1 to his timer, or would this add 2 as it is two different attacks at the same time?
*Reminder*
• Just remember to update when you have your Special Item in mind ^^.
Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2021 4:40 pm
Ghost254
Ghost254 & Garret Reveley
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█*NAME ▬ Garret Reveley █*AGE ▬ 24 █*FACTION ▬ Vącùo █*ROLE ▬ Loner, Heir of the Reveley, Academy Courier █*SEX ▬ Male █*SPECIES ▬ Human █CURRENT TEAM ▬ █PARTNER(S) ▬ █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lancer, Garrot, Spear
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█*HEIGHT ▬ 6'2 █*WEIGHT ▬ 185lb █*HAIR ▬ Black/ Blue (when semblance active) █CLOTHING ▬ Same as image █ACCESSORIES ▬ Spear-head earrings █*EYES ▬ Golden/ Red (when semblance active) █*BUILD ▬ Athletic, muscular █MARKINGS ▬ █*FEATURES ▬
█PERSONALITY TRAITS █*Nature ▬ Chivalrous, with a lust for battle. He believes by constantly proving himself in battle he will regain his honor. He is gentlemanly when vocal, but he can also be combative. He is a kind person at heart, who views what is left of life in the world with a romantic view. Though he can be vocal, he is also comfortable being left with his thoughts in silence. Over the years, he has lost a bit of his arrogance and does so more playfully now; having learned there is more wisdom in respecting his opponents. The arrogance, however, is not entirely gone. █Vernacular ▬ Baritone voice; one that has an Arabian accent █Positive Traits ▬ Honorable, Determined, Noble, Brave █Negative Traits ▬ Overconfident, Stubborn, First person to battle and last to leave
█TALENTS (Natural) █Primary Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Garret is naturally ambidextrous; allowing for him to use either hand (or both at once) equally well. █Secondary Talent ▬ Strength: Garret has a natural strength that has only been honed further by his years of fighting and by his Reveley Blood. Spear-combat: Having fought exclusively with his familiar spears, Garret knows the best way to fight with them; be it with only one or both together. █Tertiary Talents ▬ Strong will: Having endured many hardships and loss, and being no stranger to pain on the battlefield, Garret's mind is very strong. It would take a lot to actually break him; he can push on through pain and injury in a fight by will alone when most others cannot. Acrobatic: Having a flair for the dramatic, and his fighting style relying on speed as much as precision, Garret is able to perform a variety of acrobatic feats along with his usual movements and attacks. Durable: Having to deal with the downside of pushing his semblance often, and generally preferring to fight without it, Garret's body is more durable than average.
█SKILLS (Developed) █Primary Skill ▬ Tactician: Garret has seen many battles in his time, and often in groups (even if reluctantly). This, supplemented with his readings, has led to him having a tactical mind in terms of how to best utilize any size of group, where weaknesses in them are, as well as strengths, to complete a goal. █Secondary Skills ▬ Observation: Having fallen into his fair share of traps in past, and having to rely on finding things to survive the in the outskirts, Garret has a keen eye to pick things out from his surroundings; not being able to see farther than the average person though, just more aware what is around him. Mounted Combatant: Garret, partially due to his distaste for more advanced technology, has learned to rely on a more primitive if effective means of transport; Camels. He has learned how to ride them, and how to fight while riding on them. █Tertiary Skills ▬ Survivalist: Having spent many years wandering the no-mans land outside of Vale, Garret has the essential survival skills needed to live in such areas. Stamina: Having spent the majority of his life on the move, Garret has an above average well of stamina to keep going and press on. Desert-born: Having spent his childhood in Vacuo, and with his charge to retake his home one day, Garret has an extensive knowledge of the desert nation of Vacuo. From its dunes to its caves, the dust to the creatures, Garret has read up much on them to reinforce his knowledge of his homeland.
█WEAKNESSES █*Exploitable Combat Weakness ▬ Master of the spear: Garret's fighting style is focused exclusively on the spear such that he never learned how to fight with any other weapon. If he were to be disarmed, he would be at an extreme disadvantage. █*Exploitable Fear ▬ Having someone die because of him; dying dishonorably
█ █ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█*BACKGROUND ▬ Family Garret was born to the Reveley family, an old family from the land of Vacuo that was known for being specialized spear fighters and chivalrous people. Though they no longer had as much power as they did before the great war, their name was still known to many. Most of their bloodline had perished in the war, with only Garret's immediate family surviving. Though his bloodline was a dying one, they were still proud, wealthy and held respect by others. Their family crest was two crossed spears, one blood red and one a golden yellow; spears that were passed down through the generations. The blood red spear belonged to his father, signifying the heir to the house and that family was more important than anything else. The golden spear belonged to his mother, signifying her a paragon of virtue that was found to be worthy to join their house.
This was the life Garret was born into. He was primarily reared by his parents who sought to teach him while young what it meant to be a Reveley. His days would be spent learning how to interact in social situations, what his name stood for, and spear combat. He was trained to behave as a man of stature, to know what his family and by extension he stood for...and to live up to their reputation as spear fighters. The second he did not really understand, being too young to fully know what all the stuff attributed to his family name actually meant for them. The latter however...was the activity he was the worst at and thus despised. Even his sister, a year younger than him, showed more promise with a spear. It did not help that he did not like violence as he never wanted to hurt anyone. As such, it remained a point of conflict with himself and his father. Something that continued for as long as he knew him.
The last of his Name
It was in the dead of night when they attacked, a few days after his eighth birthday. The screaming was what woke Garret up. He got out of bed as his parents burst into his room, carrying his crying sister. Both of them had blood on them, whether it was theirs or not Garret could not tell, and they were breathing heavily. They told him to follow them, and when he stood still his father grabbed his arm and led his after them. Garret was too in shock and confusion to resist, not knowing what was going on but knowing it was bad. They were descending the staircase with himself and his sister in tow when they were attacked. The quickly set his sister down next to him as he stood behind them, his parent's spears at the ready. Garret cowered behind them as they fought, too scared to do anything else but watch. They were doing well at first, warding away and dealing some wounds to the creature...until another joined the first in its attacks. It was then a matter of attrition, and at the first opening they attacked. Garret heard a shriek as his mothers form collapsed, his sister weeping. In a fit of rage, his father struck at it, pressing a switch as a loud bang could be heard from the spear. The creature who felled her screeched as it was launched back, falling to the ground dead. Another soon came to take its place as his father fought valiantly with Garret and his sister cowering behind him, but he was outmatched. As he saw an opening to kill one, the other capitalized and struck him with its claws across his chest. He too fell, letting go of his spear. Garret's sister screamed but Garret remained dead silent in fear as its gaze slowly turned to us. He fled. He ran as fast as his legs could take him back up the stairs into his room, leaving his sister alone. He heard her scream as tears fell from his eyes before crawling under his bed to hide. He silently wept there as everyone he had known was dead. Images of his dead parents...of what he could only imagine happened to his sister were flashing in his mind. The thought that he was going to die kept repeating in his mind. And then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, and he covered his mouth with one hand to try and stop himself from crying while also trying to quiet his panicked breathing. It slowly crept into the room heading towards his bed. Garret's eyes widened in fear, thinking it would find and kill him. And then he heard the sound of footsteps pounding onto the ground as he felt another figure enter the room. The first didn't even turn around before it shrieked and fell to the ground. He gasped and scuttled away, accidentally hitting one of the bed's leg and causing a small sound to be heard. He froze in fear, his eyes glued to the legs of the still standing thing by his bed. He did not see the hand that grabbed him or the one that covered his mouth that stopped his screaming. It roughly hauled him away from his bed and took him into the halls. he struggled until he noticed it was a human hand, as his eyes traveled up to see it had been my old training instructor. He had a large sword across his back as he carried Garret quickly down the stairs, as well as Garret's family spears. Garret saw other guards desperately fighting the Grimm that seemed limitless as they attacked. Even at his young age he could tell that they were losing. It was only fleeting images though, as Garret's old instructor quickly carried him out of his house and fled as far as they could. His last sight of his home was it being swarmed by Grimm...the last he ever saw of it. The last he ever saw his family.
Travel For the next eight years of his life, he trained. Trained to fight with his parents weapons...not one as he was taught before the attack but both. Using one rather than the other would be akin to saying he cared less for one of them than the other. He no longer had the aversion to violence that he had when he was younger. In fact, it was replaced by a lust for battle. He wanted revenge on the Grimm. He wanted to be stronger in body and mind than the coward who watched as his family died. He never wanted to feel helpless again. He spent most of his free time training, both in physical combat as well as in tactics with his mentor. He would train till both his body and mind ached, and then even more until he could no longer form a coherent thought or move a single muscle in his body. What was once his most hated activity had become his favorite, almost an obsession. The only other thing he was taught was about his family. He was taught of their history, who they really were and what they stood for. Only now he actually understood what it all meant, now that he wasn't sheltered from the world they lived in. He was the last of his line, his families blood and history rested solely on him...which was why his instructor had made sure to save him when the rest of his family had perished. He was told how they killed the exterior guard silently, and were only noticed once they had broken in. He was also told that his instructor was a knight for his family bound by an oath to serve them. Garret wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to get his revenge against the Grimm, and die killing as many of them as he could. He did not care if he survived or not so long as he took as many Grimm as he could with him. The knight also attempted to train him to use his semblance, but Garret was unable to do so for now. He had no idea what it was or how to bring it forth, and as such he focused more on his skills with his spear.It did not help that whenever Grimm attacked he was left in the care of others and not allowed to participate. The knight would come back wounded but alive, leaving Garret feeling envious.
The other portion of their time was spent traveling. Garret did not know the destination, only being told it was somewhere safe whenever he would inquire. They traveled by land, sea and airship for all those years, and still they never reached that safe spot he was told about. They visited many villages in their travels, with the knight performing the odd job to secure them food, passage and if they were lucky a roof over their heads. Garret was no longer living a life of luxury like he used to, but that hardly bothered him. His sole purpose was to kill Grimm, anything else mattered little.
Loss This had become Garret's life by his sixteenth birthday; a nomad trying for revenge against the creatures that took almost everything from him. Revenge for his family, for the others they killed, but most importantly for himself. He needed to prove to himself and everyone he could do it. They were traveling with a caravan not as guard but just as members seeking safety in a group. It was halfway through their journey that the caravan was attacked. Garret was told to stay back and hide as his instructor went off to help defend the caravan. Garret's protests went unheard as he fumed about not being given any chance to prove himself. It was then that he noticed a single Grimm having gone around the guards. Seeing this as a chance, he quickly picked up his parents spears and charged the creature. It was a foolish and ill fated decision. Though he had trained extensively, nothing can truly prepare you for fighting Grimm. It seemed to be going well at first, he had the element of surprise on it and landed some blows. However, it quickly recovered and it took all his focus to dodge its counter attack. Their back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity, Garret only landing minor wounds on it while avoiding its blows. Until he made a mistake, and stumbled mid attack. The creature saw this opportunity and quickly slashed at Garret, knocking away his spears and leaving him wide open. He knew he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the way or grab his spears as he moved his hands in front of him to try and block the blow. He closed his eyes reflexively, his thoughts only on that he failed. He finally had a chance to prove to himself that he was more than that scared child, but here he was with his eyes closed about to die to a Grimm.
A few seconds that stretched an eternity passed as the blow had yet to come. He was confused, knowing he should be dead by now. When he opened his eyes he wished he had been. In front of him stood his caretaker...impaled by the claws of the Grimm. His back was to the grim, and Garret could see the blood falling from his wound. His eyes were wide, his face an expression of pure pain. And then he was thrown away like nothing as the Grimm tossed him from its claws. His body tumbled for a few seconds before resting un-moving on the earth. Garret felt anger. Anger at the Grimm, at this world...but most importantly, anger at himself. He was gravely wounded because of him. He felt his anger flowing through him as he quickly rose to his feet, faster than he had ever done so before. He reached down to grab his spears before he charged the Grimm. Before it could even react he drove both spears deep into it, impaling it as it screeched. He drove it ever deeper...until it went limp. Letting go of his spears and pushing forward, he watched its corpse fall to the ground before he rushed over to the man who had raised him for half his life.
Kneeling beside him with tears in his eyes, the adrenaline having faded, he clutched the man close to him as the blood pooled around both of them. The man's last words, his last request...was for Garret to survive for him. For Garret to help push back the Grimm, to reclaim his home...for him to help rid the world of the Grimm. He made him swear it to him, his blood soaked hand clutching Garret's tight...before he drew his last breath and passed from the world of the living. Garret lay there holding his dead friend for a long time...just staring down at him, knowing it was all his fault. Believing his family and the man had died because of him...Amidst a pool of his last connection to the pasts blood, he made a vow. A vow to never have anyone rely on him. A vow to be alone so no one else would die because of him. He would not be responsible for anyone's life but his own.
One year ago Garret spent the next seven years of his life training, using what he had learned from his encounter with the Grimm to improve himself and his technique. He would practice with his semblance, learning to control it and his limits with it. Learning how to use it to ensure he killed Grimm. The words he had believed irrelevant, the words of what his name and family meant he would now recite every night. He would strive to live up to his family name, to make his name worth all the blood and family he had lost because of it. He made his living as a mercenary and by doing the odd job when he could. Just enough to get himself enough food to survive, supplies to travel, and only jobs he found to be good. And he would head to Vale. It was the last bastion of humanity. A place where the Grimm were being held off, where there would always be fighting. A place where he would be guaranteed work and the chance to thin the Grimm's number. A place where he could finally begin to fulfill his promise to the man who died for him. He was no longer the scared boy who was powerless to do anything. He was no longer that teen hell bent on revenge at any cost. He was Garret Reveley, the last of his name.
Beacon His time at beacon had changed much about him. No longer was he fully the braggart he once was; while still very much confident in his abilities, he preferred to let his actions speak more so than boast. Due to experience, and having to work with others, he mellowed ever so slightly and grew a bit wiser in his approach to others and life. He was even more open to cooperation with others, where once he shunned and denied it entirely. He has grown to respect and trust Aurtrox in his time at beacon, as well as some of the younger generation he encountered. Feeling a kinship in particular with Dove and the Hound, even if the latter was not from beacon. After a year here, he felt a new drive for his life goal. To really work to reclaim Vacuo; building connections with others, making deals, and working to unite the shattered peoples once again. Where once his main goal had been just to slay grimm with his charge a distant thought, he was determined more than ever to now restore Vacuo.
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Heir and Virtue █ ▬ Garret's primary weapons are twin spears, one blood red and the other a golden color. The spears themselves are 6 feet long each, with the spearheads being about a foot long. █Melee Form ▬ Spears. The spears can also be augmented with dust to have an elemental effect on the spearhead. These effects last for 5 posts. █Ranged Form ▬ Shotgun spear(This is how it functionally looks when it is in firearm mode). It can utilize dust bullets or regular ones. It has an effective range of 25 meters. █Other Function) ▬ Heir's calling: His spears have been augmented to come to his hand when summoned via his aura. Through special technology, it can recognize Garret focusing his aura as a calling sign to it; flying towards him at extremely fast speeds till it reaches his palm. This only works with his aura.
█Ammo Type ▬ Physical, Dust █ ▬ Spears can only be called back if they are not restrained, have space to do so, are within 100ft or same thread (up to mod/ participants), and if his semblance is active. For every 2 times he uses it, it takes away a post of use overall from his semblance. Ex: If he were 6 posts out of 10 posts of use when he used this the second time, it would move him to 7 on that post, his next post would start at 8 out of 10. - Shotgun shells can only be loaded one at a time; until level 2 (while his semblance is active) he will not be able to fire more than once per post.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ █ ▬ █ ▬ █Ammo Carried ▬ Typically he carries 12 shotgun rounds at any given time, unless it is a mission that calls for a longer duration.
█ITEMS █ ▬ Scroll █ ▬ █ ▬
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█*NAME ▬ The Last Dance of Spears █*AURA COLOR ▬ Red █*DESCRIPTION Garret's semblance is hereditary, coming directly from his Reveley bloodline. They were a family known for their prowess as warriors and mastery of the spear, the only weapon their semblance can affect due to how specialized they are as spear fighters. The semblance goes in tandem with their nature as warriors, directly improving their abilities in combat for both themselves and their spears. The semblance has evolved over time, changing between generations due to the circumstances of the times. The great war had a noticeable effect on them, as it adapted to give them an edge in combat against humans specifically along with its general advantages. When he uses his semblance, his appearance changes to this. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ (Meet the enemy) At the most basic form, the semblance grants the user heightened speed equal to that of twice the speed of a regular person as well as increasing how fast he can strike with his spears. Each spear can strike twice as fast (netting an extra attack with each spear).
█*LEVEL 1▬ (Shielded Spear) Garret, whose bloodline resolves entirely around spear fighting, has added a defense to the weakness of being melee fighters. His aura has specialized in its defense to cancel out physical projectiles before they hit him.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at three times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree.
█*LEVEL 2▬ (Keen Spears) Garret's aura is channeled to manifest itself in an almost fiery red aura that all can see on on his spears. This gives his spears an enhanced cutting and piercing ability, able to pierce through various metals and stone.
Further, at this level he gets an additional speed boost; being able to move and attack at four times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. His spears leave a bit of an after trail with how fast they strike.
█*LEVEL 3 ▬ (Bloody Heir and Golden Virtue) At this level, Garret's heredity semblance is at it apex. He channels all his aura into his spear to the point he would have no defensive aura left, and throws it at full force/ speed towards his target. The spear looks almost like a bloody streak of red aura; with the aura spiking erratically off of it, and moves as fast as he can. The spear homes in to a degree to try and reach its target; being able to make slight turns to go around an obstacle but not by much. Once it lands, a large 30-feet diameter explosion of his aura occurs; capable of destroying any buildings caught in its wake. Anything 20-feet past that would experience the shockwave of it and be knocked away to its max distance.
Further, at this level he gets an additional boost of speed; being able to move and attack at five times his usual speed. His reflexes are also boosted to the same degree. He leaves a bit of an after image from how fast he is moving; making it a bit harder to determine his exact position.
█*DRAWBACKS ▬ General: - Garret is only able to maintain these abilities for a certain amount of time or else he risks losing his aura entirely. - The constant drain of using his semblance causes him to only be able to use it for 5 rounds at level 0, 10 rounds at level 1, 15 rounds at level 2, and 15 rounds at level 3. - There is a passive recharge rate once he goes through these durations of his power that makes it so he cannot use his semblance for 5 total posts after, and even if he did not use the total maximum number of posts for his semblance he still suffers that 5 post recharge. - However, he can gain an additional 3 rounds to use his semblance if he heavily siphons from his aura. The drawback to that is his aura disappears entirely for the 5 posts of recharge then. - The semblance also only works on himself or on spears; no other weapons would work with it. - His speed boost only enhances himself and his spears. - His semblance is cumulative.
▬Level 0: - Despite the speed of his attacks, they can still be seen. - The spears each only get an extra attack per round (so one spear can only do 2 attacks, so he can attack 4 times if he uses both).
▬Level 1: - When Garret would normally be hit by a physical projectile, it adds 1 to his semblance timer when he is hit (ex: if he is 5/10 for how long he can use it and is hit, it goes up to 6/10). - If he is hit by multiple physical projectiles at the same time, they all count as just adding 1 to his semblance timer. - It only works on physical projectiles; melee attacks and aura attacks (melee or ranged) are unaffected by this specialized defense.
▬Level 2: - It can cut through shields, metal, and other strong structures but not aura.
▬Level 3: - Using this ability costs him 10 posts per use. - It takes one uninterrupted posts of him charging up the attack. - Once one post has come to pass he has to throw his spear and cannot hold off; if he tried to it would detonate on him. - It is very obvious as his red aura begins to spike uncontrollably all around him and noticeably centers on the spear head. - He cannot move as long as he is charging. If he were to move (such as walk away, block an attack) the ability ends. - Using this ability will leave him with no defensive aura whatsoever (regardless of if he has posts left of use for his semblance). - If he uses his special ability, his cooldown is increased to 10 posts.
