The Succubi Queen
Ethereal Goddess
Torso Designed on Rinmaru, Edit done by KarenAKAMint
Name: Paris Spear
Name Relevance: A reference to ShakeSPEARe, and the character from Romeo and Juliet.
Color: Paris Green- #50c878
Age: 16 (his birthday is in a couple of months!)
Height: 5'7
Weight: 150lbs
Gender: Male
Weapon: Musketeer's Boots- Paris's "Bunny Prosthetic" legs hold a set of blades, shaped rather like foils. These are his primary weapons.
Jazz Hand- A silver dust glock with a green pearlescent handle. It only holds a few shots, so he uses it sparingly.
Seen on his earring and a pin on his lapel
Home: Vacuou
Personality: Paris is a lover, not a fighter. He was probably born for politics rather than killing, as he prides himself on his silver tongue and his "charm." He's more likely to be wooed than to woo, however. A bit of a happy go lucky, go with the flow kind of guy, he likes to emit a personality of a real renaissance man: Smart, Sophisticated, and Skilled in a manner of things. In all honesty, though, he's mediocre, as best, but don't tell him or you'll see his insecure side. He's always trying to look for the bright side of things, but he's not immune to negativity, and his mood is easily affected by those around him. He's generally mild-mannered, but he hates conflict, and would rather take a blow to his pride and back away from a fight than take on a difficult challenge head on. He's for sure not the leaderly type, but he's not always good at following orders, especially when he doesn't see the sense in them. Having an older brother who makes you eat dirt will do that to a guy. He hates people underestimating him because of his "disability," and he's eager to show that even without real legs, he can be just as capable a Huntsman as anyone else.
Fighting Style: Paris's fighting style is something like a weird mix of acrobatics and can-can dancing. He mostly kicks, flips and spins his way around opponents, using his Musketeer Boots to parry attacks and slice and stab at his opponents. His signature move is a back flip, where he slices up with his feet, and fires his Jazz Hand dead on at his opponent. He's not afraid to fight from a distance, but he's constantly trying to edge closer to his opponent, where his feet can do the talking.
History: Born to what amounts to an average family of Huntsman, Paris probably would have had a perfectly average childhood, if it hadn't been for the damn lead. While on a mission at some point, Maureen Spear contracted lead poisoning. She recovered before her pregnancy was discovered, but unfortunately, the effects of lead where less kind to the fetus. Paris was born with extremely deformed legs, and they were removed from just above the knees. Paris spent most of his early life in a wheelchair, and between watching his older brother Titus begin his training as a hunstman, and his parents coddling of him, he got a chip on his shoulder very fast. He was given a basic pair of prosthetic legs, but those weren't much more than stumps to balance on.
He was about 7 when he showed his parents the prosthetics he wanted- a beautiful, sleek pair of hooks, modeled after the legs of a Griffon Grimm. He was the happiest kid on the planet when he got them for his 8th birthday, and over the next few months, learning to walk and run for real again. He then told his parents his next big want: He wanted to be a Huntsman, just like them, just like his brother. That was met with a bit less enthusiasm. But that didn't stop Paris. He joined gym classes, started martial arts, did everything he could to learn how to fight on his own time. When his brother applied to Signal, Paris realized he needed a weapon. He asked his parent, but was unsurpised when they said no.
Lo and behold when, without their permission, he showed up to admissions for Signal oh his own with Kitchen Knives strapped to his legs. They noticed that day, that nothing was going to keep Paris from doing what he wanted. He somehow managed to get admitted, both on account of his brother's prestige, his family history, and his own sheer moxie, and spent the next year designing his perfect Musketeer's Boots and Jazz Hand, and scraping his way to step out of his families shadow. After applying to Signal on a hope and a prayer, Admission to Beacon wasn't a sweat for Paris, and he's ready to kick his way through whatever challenges come his way.
Relationships: Titus Spear: Second Year Huntsman at Beacon, leader of team TSCN.
Looks: A short, lithe guy, Paris sports mint green hair and a small goatee, which complement his purple eyes. His hair is buzzed on the side and swept to one side, making it hard to tell if both of his ears are pierced. His face is very angular, and he always seems to be wearing a lazy grin, or winking at whatever poor sap he's set his eye on. He's always dressed as fly as he can, in a signature military style jacket and a loose purple and black T-shirt. He's picked up from some boy band or another that belts are cool, so he wears more of them than he needs (thankfully, they're good for putting bullet holsters on). He always wears black pants that are too long, hoping to hide his legs from prying eyes, but it's still pretty easy to see the shape of their hooked metal if you look hard enough.
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History: Born to what amounts to an average family of Huntsman, Paris probably would have had a perfectly average childhood, if it hadn't been for the damn lead. While on a mission at some point, Maureen Spear contracted lead poisoning. She recovered before her pregnancy was discovered, but unfortunately, the effects of lead where less kind to the fetus. Paris was born with extremely deformed legs, and they were removed from just above the knees. Paris spent most of his early life in a wheelchair, and between watching his older brother Titus begin his training as a hunstman, and his parents coddling of him, he got a chip on his shoulder very fast. He was given a basic pair of prosthetic legs, but those weren't much more than stumps to balance on.
He was about 7 when he showed his parents the prosthetics he wanted- a beautiful, sleek pair of hooks, modeled after the legs of a Griffon Grimm. He was the happiest kid on the planet when he got them for his 8th birthday, and over the next few months, learning to walk and run for real again. He then told his parents his next big want: He wanted to be a Huntsman, just like them, just like his brother. That was met with a bit less enthusiasm. But that didn't stop Paris. He joined gym classes, started martial arts, did everything he could to learn how to fight on his own time. When his brother applied to Signal, Paris realized he needed a weapon. He asked his parent, but was unsurpised when they said no.
Lo and behold when, without their permission, he showed up to admissions for Signal oh his own with Kitchen Knives strapped to his legs. They noticed that day, that nothing was going to keep Paris from doing what he wanted. He somehow managed to get admitted, both on account of his brother's prestige, his family history, and his own sheer moxie, and spent the next year designing his perfect Musketeer's Boots and Jazz Hand, and scraping his way to step out of his families shadow. After applying to Signal on a hope and a prayer, Admission to Beacon wasn't a sweat for Paris, and he's ready to kick his way through whatever challenges come his way.
Relationships: Titus Spear: Second Year Huntsman at Beacon, leader of team TSCN.
Looks: A short, lithe guy, Paris sports mint green hair and a small goatee, which complement his purple eyes. His hair is buzzed on the side and swept to one side, making it hard to tell if both of his ears are pierced. His face is very angular, and he always seems to be wearing a lazy grin, or winking at whatever poor sap he's set his eye on. He's always dressed as fly as he can, in a signature military style jacket and a loose purple and black T-shirt. He's picked up from some boy band or another that belts are cool, so he wears more of them than he needs (thankfully, they're good for putting bullet holsters on). He always wears black pants that are too long, hoping to hide his legs from prying eyes, but it's still pretty easy to see the shape of their hooked metal if you look hard enough.
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