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Nyxa Chao, the Iron Night
"You may know I stepped dangerously close to the edge. What you may not know, is I peered over into this endless chasm; the overwhelming darkness calls with a strong voice."

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Nyxa is the personification of night and darkness, alluding to a darker color and character scope.
  Age: 17
  Height: 5'6''
  Folklore Allusion:
  Nyxa's entire character concept revolves around Chaos and what follows from that, from Greek Myth. Mixed with a bit of Hephaestus.
  Emblem: Chaos Circle
  
  
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  Aura Color: Gunmetal
  Description:
  Nyxa may not be your favorite person based on her fairly dull personality, but her physical appearance is nothing to scoff at. It's even rather alluring, drawing many an eye her way. She presents herself with obvious feminine flair about her form, choosing to don edgy, yet sexier clothing. Her calm exterior, and bookwormish nature would have you thinking otherwise, but she seems to enjoy scanty, suggestive wear, that draws the gaze. Why this is, is hard to say, but she would tell you she's been dressing this way for quite awhile. Which is true, if you had seen her before her school days, running around the streets, she wore very similar attire. Always with that sleek, sexy edge and obvious feminine appeal. Her newsboy cap is a signature, along with the little CC tattoo just above her bum, that she conscientiously and laboriously keeps hidden. A monumental task, considering her otherwise skimpy attire, and her energetic, flashy movements.
  
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  Weapon:
  Erebus Shadow
  A great, overcompensating gunsword of Nyxa's own making. Which seems to have been made with the mantra "bigger is better". As it is mounted with a minigun, capable of firing hundreds of piercing dust rounds with minimal effort. It was given the name due to the 'shadow' of death it delivers over its foes, as the last thing they see.
  
  Semblance:
  Fissure
  Nyxa's Semblance lets her open up rifts of mysterious origin. Through these rifts all sorts of treacherous things are capable of entering our world. She seems to either know exactly what it is she is calling forth from her rifts, or doesn't seem surprised for what does emerge. To support this, she seems to be able to call forth different types of Dust from her rifts. A Semblance spawned from Nyxa's fissure with society, other people, and her own feeling of isolation in the world.
  
  Fighting Style: "Overwhelm and Conquer"
  Nyxa has a highly aggressive Fighting Style. Unrefined completely, but it doesn't seem to matter. She has an impressive amount of Aura, and uses that to bolster her strength to easily make good use of her oversized weapon. To which she attacks with as savagely as it appears, making it a good fit for her. In this regard, Nyxa's style is to throw herself at her opponent and bash or shoot it into submission. -Which usually works. If it doesn't... then she can find herself in deep trouble, as she has no real backup plan aside from trying to be tricky with her Semblance. Regardless, she is an aggressive fighter, that attacks relentlessly, with no real care for self-preservation.
  
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  Personality:
  Nyxa doesn't have a particularly engaging personality, often coming off as nothing but a washboard in common conversation. That is to say, most people view her as boring and vapid, for she doesn't often open her mouth. When she does, it isn't often to add to the conversation. Or that's what judgmental onlookers conclude before hearing her speak. However, she often subverts this view, by saying rather insightful things. In fact, when Nyxa speaks, it often does pertain to the given situation, as she doesn't much care for wasting her breath.
  
  That mantra seems to carry on into the rest of her usual demeanor. Nyxa can come off fairly creepy, popping up suddenly when you least expect it. Despite being a pretty vivacious fighter, outside of combat she is more so the quiet, intellectual type. It isn't like her to cause unnecessary mischief or chaos, despite that particular thing seemingly being her favorite topic. Due to Nyxa's relaxed calm, she is viewed as rather civilized and refined. As she even talks with an elegant slant, evocative of nobility. Something else that would subvert your expectations on this obvious lower-class girl. Her classy exterior is a mystery, especially regarding her rather harsh (and secret) upbringing.
  
  History:
  Nyxa doesn't recall much from her childhood. Parents? Nope, she has no recollection of their faces whatsoever. All she remembers being is an orphan. A pathetic street-rat running around wild, trying its best to survive off the scraps of the underbelly of Mistral. Needless to say, Nyxa was most likely born into life within the lower class. Or worse, she was discarded there, by a pair of well-born, high-maintenance, upper types. She isn't sure which sickens her more. Should she hold a grudge for being tossed aside, discarded as easily as food scraps from a table? Or should she be distressed from the tragic early loss of her parents? Either way, Nyxa found herself wallowing in despair and going mad with unbridled, untargeted anger.
  
  To survive, you could say Nyxa had to toughen up. She had to strengthen her inner self to be able to stand up against the harsh reality of the world. Mistral's underbelly could be a very unforgiving mistress. Luckily, she didn't need to do it alone. Quickly she joined up with the wrong sort; an unsavory, lawless, infamous gang that writhed within Mistral's depths, known as Chaos Circle. CC gave her a home, they took her in, they protected her. They were her family. Pfft, yeah, 'family'. They really only kept her around to make use of her. If she didn't bring home money or food, she was beaten. If she brought home stuff, but it wasn't satisfactory, she was beaten. Hell, she was often beaten anyway. To "toughen up".
  
  This cycle carried on for awhile, until she broke it by earning her own place. Throughout her time with the CC she grew in strength, smarts, and respect within the gang. Eventually her smarts came through, showcased when she began creating more sophisticated weaponry for her fellow Chaotics. Clients came to her to be outfitted in the dead of night. Seeing as how a lot of her base machinery and weapons were stolen tech. Earning her the name 'the Iron Night'. I don't think I need to explain that little clever nickname. Without warning she closed up shop. She had eventually finished her design, creating her own weapon that suited her. Then, she promptly passed the entrance exams, entering Haven Academy.
  

"A friendly warning (about the chasm), it isn't what you think. You seek the same strength I sought. But let me tell you, gazing within becomes intoxicating, deafening, thrilling. A single look, and you may never return."

Atlanta Neptua, the Siren
"Freedom, it calls to me, water, it heeds me, and my enemies, they answer to me! I'm not just a playful bunny! I'm a rapid, rabid sea-beast! I'm the Siren of the seas: Atlanta Neptua!"

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Completely based around the sea, Poseidon, Neptune, and other see myths, her name couldn't be more obvious.
  Age: 17
  Height: 5'0''
  Species: Rabbit Faunus
  Faunus Traits:
  She has a pair of adorable highly-sensitive rabbit ears atop her head. As well as, a very sensitive button nose. Also, her legs are unusually powerful, capable of delivering powerful kicks, and granting her insane leaps.
  Folklore Allusion:
  Again, quite obvious, and already stated. Atlanta is a recreation of Poseidon and/or Neptune, mixed with a Siren.
  Emblem: The Trident
  
  
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  Aura Color: Teal
  Description:
  Atlanta is the perfect aspect of a cute little bunny, as she stands at just an adorable height of 5' exact. Only offset by her intricate heeled footwear. Calling her adorable often leads to a snarky remark with passive aggressive undertones. Little bunny is as busty as she is bubbly, with a pert set of lovely bubbles peaking out from her small top, that give her lithe, tiny frame some annoying back pains. Royal blues and purples are her favorite colors, so she loves to paint her nails to match that pretty periwinkle lipstick she wears. Makeup in particular, she more than dabbles in, considering herself an artist of sorts; loving to exercise her girly right, touching up her already-very attractive complexion. Atlanta is the very confident sort, enjoying 'free-form' wear that doesn't restrict movements of any sort; when not in her obvious combat attire, she dons similar skimpy, scanty wear. Finally, she loves the ocean, enjoying it from when she was a kid. Thus she wears a particularly delightful, relaxing scent; a perfume reminiscent of the ocean and tropical flowers. You could almost say everything about her is to be as pleasant as possible, as enticing as possible.
  
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  Weapon:
  Oracle and Delphi
  Oracle is a beautiful, intricate lance, laced with silver filigree, and set with Water Dust Sapphires from Menagerie. Oracle has the ability to open up into a three-pronged shape: a Trident if you will. This trident comes with a chain connected, that is hidden down the shaft. This allows the trident head to function as a clawshot to pull people in close.
  
  Delphi is the glorious shawl she wears around her neck. It is set with a dangerous pair of clawed rings. Using her Semblance, she douses it with water, which it absorbs, allowing her to control the shawl at will.
  
  Semblance:
  Siren Song
  Atlanta's Semblance allows her to control water at her own will. When her emotions rise and get turbulent, she inadvertently brews up a storm.
  
  Fighting Style: "Draw-Them-In"
  Atlanta's fighting style is aggressive, but not overly so. It is more so confident. Wielding a spear, she has the medium range locked down, but she isn't weak close range due to Delphi about her neck. A shawl that will take her opponent's by surprise, like an eel hidden in the rocks it strikes suddenly and to the surprise of her foes she's drawn in. This is Atlanta's true fighting style. She plays a careful dance at a mid-range, where her opponents assume she is most comfortable at, watching her use a spear. It is just a ruse, to draw them in closer, to their own comfort zone, where she strikes viciously; making them doubt themselves and feel uneasy in zone they were previously comfortably fighting in. And at range, Oracle can launch as a clawshot to hook people and draw them in closer.
  
  Atlanta also regularly fills the immediate arena with water, where she is master. Most opponents have no real defense of someone who can surround them with such a dangerous element. But then again, Atlanta isn't known to fight fair.
  
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  Personality:
  Atlanta can best be described in just one word: tricky. She encapsulates dubious and disingenuous. Her playful nature can be rather off-putting, as it is often viewed as quite fake. The truth is, she has a very deep well within herself. An unfeeling, apathetic sea of hate and anger, that she masks under a cutesy, sly exterior.
  
  Two-faced, her perky, smug exterior is hard to crack. As a bunny Faunus, it is easy to just pin her frisky and lively demeanor on her genes. However, for those who know her true inner self, there isn't be a more testy and caustic little mammal.
  
  History:
  Atlanta was born in Menagerie to a loving Faunus couple. They had an adventurous inner spirit, and they wanted more from life. In a brave move, they moved to Mistral proper, expecting a better life among the craftsmen and the artisans of Mistral. It was that diverse culture that drew Atlanta's parents in. They wanted to add to that culture, wanted to make their mark on society. And make their mark they did. A bright red one.
  
  What they weren't expecting, was the sleazy, nasty, unsavory and deplorable types from the lower class. Faunus haters looking to make some quick coin. Atlanta's parents were murdered unceremoniously in the land that they hoped to flourish in. The little bunny girl was lucky to survive the attack. However, left orphaned, she had to make it on her own, turning to a life of crime just like the criminals who set her on this path. Through the years, she would hone the shadier skills of a street urchin. From thieving, to fighting, to deceiving. It didn't take her long to find herself taken in by fellow Faunus who weren't quite as naive as her parents had been. The White Fang had found her, and plucked her from the lower class streets of Mistral.
  
  She learned many things under the tutelage of the White Fang, resulting in a very tricky little bunny. A strong fighter that was reliable and fierce. She seemed to harbor the same grudges and vengeful urges that their fellow Fang had. What the White Fang didn't know, was that Atlanta had been harboring other ideas for awhile. To attempt to thwart her own revenge, Atlanta decided to give humanity another shot. She was strong enough to make it through the entrance exams, so she joined Haven to see if she could ultimately forgive humans for her the death of her parents.
  

"Here's a riddle. A pretty face. A lovely voice. A cute smile! Fly too close to the sun, and you're liable to get burned! Play too close to the water, and you're liable to be ambushed! Who am I? Teehee! Well? What's the answer?"

Kindle Revelations, the Inferno
"If you can't handle the heat, then you best not tease the flame. It is a mistake even young children learn to avoid making! Were you taught nothing? Have you no common sense? Well, don't say I didn't do anything for you. A warning was more than generous!"

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Kindle is an obvious allusion to fire, which she is wholly based around.
  Age: 17
  Height: 5'5''
  Folklore Allusion:
  Kindle's character concept comes from the epithet "fire and brimstone" in the Bible.
  Emblem: The Brimstone
  
  
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  Aura Color: Dark Red
  Description:
  As she is from the upper class in Mistral, Kindle has a more refined taste when it comes to apparel. Usually she elects to wear flamboyant, classy, posh dresses. Made from the softest silks, lace, and satin. She goes for all the latest styles, and is a master of the latest trends as a fashionista of the highest caliber. A prideful title she bears upon her person at all times, if possible! Chic dresses, gowns, hosiery, bodices and corsets. And only the most elegant, delicate, beautiful footwear! Only the most refined pieces for her body! You'd think with her intense hatred of her upbringing, she wouldn't stick so closely to her traditional clothing choices, but she has grown to love them in a way she can't truly describe. It's like she feels safe with a dress hanging off her form, or a corset cinching her waist. Kindle also always sports a bow in the center of her hair, a little unique fashion choice she can't ever let go of. Her makeup choices are light and soft, pale tones that provide her skin with a shine like porcelain doll, to accent her already natural beauty. With reds and pinks used to accent her face at specific points: lips, cheeks, and eyelids. Her perfume choices are vibrant, spicy, and in-your-face. Scents that are loud. Scents that immediately tickle (or assault) your nose the moment she walks in a room, announcing her presence.
  
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  Weapon:
  Wrath and Indignation
  Kindle wields an elegant, yet dangerous pair of Daisho. Blade's created long ago for her house's unique ceremonies and traditions. Although she has since renovated them for modern use. Which includes, but isn't limited to, stylish notches were Dust crystals can be placed. Hardened, sharpened blades for optimal slicing ability. Upgraded handles, pommels, and guards to keep the swords held together for extended use through trying battles. Though it's said "Wrath and Indignation", Indignation is, in fact, her primary weapon. A lengthy katana that she will unsheathe and swing first, as it is the lengthier of the two swords. The wakizashi is called Wrath. A nasty little thing that perhaps cuts deeper than Indignation, and is lined with Fire Dust for optimal burning from every slice.
  
  Semblance:
  Brimstone
  A 'castable' Semblance that Kindle has to first ignite with the word "Brimstone!". Once 'ignited' the Semblance appears as symbols marking her. This Semblance persists through the battle for as long as Kindle keeps it channeled. At first the Semblance isn't too bad, offering minor buffs and fire-based attacks (without Dust). As the battle prolongs, so does the Semblance develop. As it develops, the markings travel further along Kindle's body, like a corruption that gradually engulfs her. This is when her Semblance really heats up, granting increasingly high bonuses. From higher firepower, to more damage, to more uniquely molten and even electrical attacks. Culminating in "full-body Brimstone", where Kindle is fully marked all over her body. At this stage, her power skyrockets, draining both her Aura at an exponential rate and her will to persevere through battle, but gifting her momentary power beyond what many would believe possible. Throughout its use, Brimstone burns heavily upon Kindle, feeling like she has singed her body at its best, and feeling like she is completely engulfed in flames at its worst. Making Brimstone a dubious Semblance to use for any extended length of time, as it results in both self-damage, and mental anguish. Although Brimstone is generally casted by Kindle, it is a volatile Semblance, able to ignite on its own, through the distress, anguish, and tribulation that battle brings. Should Kindle's unstable emotions flare up disobediently (as they often do), and she hasn't yet 'cast' Brimstone, it will ignite all on its own. And should her emotions continue to rage out of control, Brimstone's degree will increase at an alarming rate. Similarly, even if Kindle has cast Brimstone, her emotions can help increase Brimstone's degree quite quickly, as it is closely connected to them.
  
  Fighting Style: "Elegant Fury"
  Kindle is no slouch with a blade, and she wields two! Having been mostly self-taught, her style isn't nearly as refined as it could be. With that said, she was taught the mannerisms of a lady, of the nobility, and how to be poised and delicate. She was also given exercise sessions, which she handled splendidly. Incorporating what she knew of that elegance into her swordplay, Kindle crafted a unique dual-wielding style of grace all her own. One that matches the burning fires within her pit. She fights fast and quick, striking and slicing without mercy. With swords in both hands she is a raging inferno of flips, spins, dashes, and cuts; a gloriously grand style that matches her zeal on the battlefield. Couple that with her Semblance: Brimstone. And Kindle is a radiant beast of power, speed, and brimstone.
  
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  Personality:
  Kindle has a very fiery and intense personality; she is loud, proud, and she takes charge. She isn't one to just hang back or let others decide for her. If she sees an opportunity she will seize it, without hesitation. It is this type of reckless behavior that gets her into more trouble than she initially expects. However, with her brazen, fierce independence on full display, she often ascends to meet these challenges headstrong and often comes out on top through sheer force of will. Many underestimate the Queen of Lace, only to meet the Queen of Fire herself, Miss Inferno.
  
  Due to her meticulous, refined upbringing, you'd expect Kindle to be ladylike. To be sophisticated. To be reverent and gentle. To be a collected young woman. Nope, she couldn't be farther from it. Oh no, after her disgusting discovery, Kindle decided to take on a much more insolent and cocky demeanor. Now she is saucy, sassy, and pompous. Heh, come to think of it, maybe that is from her high-born upbringing, or a byproduct of it at least. Kindle is a hotshot, a spunky, bold thing, with an intense passion burning deep inside her. It is her inner spirit that is animated, fervent, and hot. You heard me, Kindle is a bit more outgoing and passionate than most girls her age. Another byproduct of her desire to rebel against her parents and the forced marriage she was meant to have.
  
  History:
  Born to the great Revelations family in the Upper Class of Mistral, Kindle had immediate expectations placed upon her before she had even learned to walk. Before she could even walk, she had to learn to be a 'lady'. She had maids and nannies and mentors aplenty. All who woke her at the crack of dawn, fussed over her all morning, and kept her busy until the late evening hours with studies and exercises. All of which grew tiresome as the years went on. Actually, it took far less time, as Kindle never once liked any of it. Not that anyone cared about her opinion.
  
  Nope. She was meant to learn and to excel. Not question. She was meant to be pretty, smile and accept her place in life. Which just so happened to be the bride of Gomorrah. Yep, she was raised like a pig, to be the wife, when she came of age, of some older man she had never met. Not that she didn't know who he was. When she had learned of this fate, she was utterly appalled. Gomorrah lead a family of who she understood to be criminals! That was when Kindle understood. That that they were all criminals, her family included. For the longest time, she had been taught those in the Lower Class were the lawless, the degenerates. But instead that was a bold-faced lie. The criminals extended even up here. In fact her parents -along with Gomorrah- profited from the abuse of the lower people. It was stunning. It was disgusting. And that was when a fire unlike any other ignited deep within Kindle.
  
  Using said fire, Kindle now had a defiant flame burning within her. She disobediently opted out of some of her lessons, taking a new brazen direction with her life. Stealing away, uncaring of the consequences, she took up swordsmanship, training hard in the forgotten family dojo. When she was discovered there, she fled and trained in secret in other places. She had an idea for the direction she wanted to take her life, and it didn't involve marrying that vile man who was much too old for her.
  
  When it came the day to wed him -her 17 birthday (yuck!)-, she denied his proposal straight to his face, leaving everyone in attendance stunned at her sheer audacity. That didn't go well with her parents. Who beat her senseless later that day. However, it didn't seem like that mattered much to Gomorrah. Or he didn't care. He took some of his mob friends, and killed her family, leaving Kindle alive accidentally, since she had fled just after her beating. You didn't just deny Gomorrah what he wanted. After that, Kindle moved around in hiding, until she could finally find sanctuary in Haven, where she's been ever since.
  

"And thus seeking blood, I will ride my horse, with my breastplate of fire, of jacinth, and brimstone. And the head of my horse shall be of a lion; and her mouth will issue fire, smoke, and brimstone. And thus I will rain upon him and his people, an overflowing rain, great hailstones, an inferno and brimstone."

 

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Vyolette Magnus, the Weaver
"Watch closely; with just a dab of my mind.. a flick of the finger, and a blink of my lashes, I can alter your perception of reality. Remember: always be questioning what is (possible).~"

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Vyolette is indicative of the spectrum of purples she embodies. Magnus is from the man that is said to have discovered the Philosopher's Stone.
  Age: 17
  Height: 5'4''
  Folklore Allusion:
  Vyolette is an amalgamation of the ideas of destiny, immortality, the afterlife, corporeality, and reincarnation from things such as the Philosopher's Stone, alchemy, Mediumship, Spiritism, and the Threads and Weave of Fate. With just a dab of the questioning of physical laws and physical constraints, and thus, what such existence is and means.
  Emblem: Philosopher's Stone
  
  
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  Aura Color: Mauve
  Description:
  Standing at just 5'4'', Vyolette has quite the slim, narrow form. Her body weight could be considered underweight, for just how small her frame is, but she is otherwise a healthy young woman, with a very adorable "every-day" charm. When not dressed for battle, she sports a simple, yet cute sailor-esque uniform with a distinctly pink and purple color scheme. A simple airy outfit that does a lot to accentuate and enforce her sweet "girl-next-door" persona. When it is time to battle, she takes the time to choose one of her many many 'battle outfits'. All of which emphasize her svelte body structure, while being authentically spiritual and mystical, like the medium she presents herself as. Then these outfits further alter depending on the spirits she absorbs using her Semblance, but all maintain a similar feel and enigmatic cool. As far as cosmetics are concerned, Vyolette doesn't put much effort in, only perhaps using a bit of natural foundation, or natural shadows, softly pink blushers, and natural or pink gloss. Her eyelashes just happen to be naturally full. Vyolette wears sweet and gentle scents that just lightly tickles the senses, but not overbearingly so.
  
  (Vyolette's appearance as described by Molli-chan!)
  
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  Vyolette is ethereal - her build is petite and fragile, but her palette is of galaxies. Indigo hair flows over her shoulders and streams out, windblown. Her bangs hang slightly in her magenta eyes, which peer curiously and are wreathed by deep purple lashes. Her makeup of choice incorporates contour, blush, and sugilite eyeshadow, and she wears the light, fresh scent of neroli. She also expresses herself through her clothing, which is often a cute sailor uniform with a plum collar, but can also be many nebula-colored variations on outfits influenced by the spirits she communes with.
  
  Examples of her various outfits. Imagine them all in a purpley color scheme.
  
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  Philosopher Talisman, and the Threads of Fate
  More metaphysical and abstract than your average weapon. Together, the her talisman and her spirit threads help form Vyolette's unique style out on the battlefield. Vyolette's talisman interacts with her Semblance, forming 'threads' that weave together the weapons of the channeled spirits she summons. Her talisman also connects to spirits and spiritual places, allowing her various things. Like speaking through her talisman to spirits in the ether that she does not summon directly.
  
  Semblance:
  Panacea
  As it is so called, due to the "ultimate medicine" being a complete revival after death; an "elixir of life", if you will. That is Vyolette's Semblance. She has the ability to tap into the ethereal plane, calling forth nearby, special, familiar, or ancestral spirits. This allows her to speak to spirits, to summon spirits momentarily, to view spiritual aspects of the world that usually remain unknown and unseen, to feel unique connections that most would never feel in their entire life, to "spirit walk" with her astral form, to use her very spirit (Aura) as an attack, and to absorb those spirits into herself, to empower herself with their styles of battle. Absorbed spirits alter Vyolette's physical appearance somewhat, as well as, her disposition and emotions.
  
  Her current Three Spirits. Known as "The Sisters".
  
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  Clotho
  

  • Known as the 'Spinner' of the thread of life. Clotho is one of the first spirits Vyolette managed to contact. She was blind through life, learning to fight on raw instinct, and how to hone in on her other senses, becoming more than deadly with the blade. She was surgical in her swordsmanship, making her perfect for killing. Unfortunately, she turned a slightly darker path, becoming one of Mistral's infamous corrupt Huntsman that many viewed as an evil entity.
  • Due to being blind, she needed a leg up on those in life that took advantage of her or got the better of her, so she developed a Semblance that gave her the ability to enforce One Choice upon and for her foes. When channeled Vyolette is given a very mild form of this, where she can sort of marionette someone she manages to hit with a spiritual attack for the briefest of moments.
  • When Vyolette absorbs Clotho, she gains a lengthy, slender blade, while feeling her joints loosen and limber up. She becomes agile, nimble, and acrobatic. She gains a new appreciation for her own senses, at the loss of her eyesight during battle. Prompting her to be as surgical and precise with her slashes as Clotho was. That said, she gains a confidence like no other, knowing her foes will underestimate facing a blind girl.

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  Various forms her outfit takes when channeling Clotho.
  

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  Lachesis
  

  • Known as the "Measurer" of the thread of life. Lachesis became one who was synonymous with fate and destiny. Through her life, she became a very accomplished Huntsman who eventually was given a position of power within the law. Unfortunately, her ego grew to insane heights and she viewed herself as judge, jury, and executioner. When it came to mete out justice -or punishment, Lachesis never hesitated. Many met their destiny at her hand before she was finally put down.
  • As an accomplished Huntsman, Lachesis had remarkable skill in combat. But she was a specialist, using Dust and her Semblance to disorient and overcome her opponents. Wielding the needle that spun the threads, her staff was her primary weapon in combat, which is what Vyolette gains when absorbing Lachesis. Vyolette becomes equally skilled, but is limited to a shorter range with her bladed staff. That is except for the Semblance that she borrows from Lachesis.
  • Lachesis's Semblance, Destiny, allowed her to control little kin. The kin were little totems that she spawned and could make attack, harass, and overwhelm her foes. They were harrassers that drove her foes right into the treacherous short range of her staff.

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  Various forms her outfit takes when channeling Lachesis.
  

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  Atropos
  

  • Known as the "Inevitable". Atropos had mastered death, racking up tens of thousands of kills on Grimm, of which she inadvertently learned savagery from. She also became intimately familiar with death and darkness. Very much like her 'sisters', Atropos's mind became a bit warped through all this, and she got to the point where killing was not only all she knew, but it was everything to her.
  • When facing Atropos, all became very aware of their Mortality. For her Semblance connected her foes directly to her. Meaning if she inflicted self-harm, it would reflect on the one she was facing. This way, she was able to kill her foes relatively easily. This Semblance came with a horrible price. Each kill, as a result of her Semblance, shaved off a year of her life, leading Atropos to a quick end. When channeled, Vyolette gains a much different form of Atropos's Semblance, in that it drains her foe's Aura she connects her spirit to. In this way, she can maintain an absorbed spirit for longer, using her foe's own Aura as a battery.
  • Due to Atropos being one of the heaviest spirits Vyolette has ever witnessed, it takes an disproportionate amount of her own Aura and energy to summon and absorb Atropos. That is to say, Atropos is the most costly of all of Vyolette's current spirits. She only manages to stave off some of the cost with Atropos's lent Semblance. Atropos happens to be the strongest of Vyolette's spirits as a result. She racked up way more kills in way more fights than her 'sisters'. Meaning Atropos is probably the most directly skilled with her blade. Atropos's blade is also actually a pair of shears, capable of opening up and cutting with a razor edge. She also has a higher tolerance for pain and punishment, making Vyolette tougher than average when channeled.

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  Various forms her outfit takes when channeling Atropos.
  

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  Fighting Style: "Patience is a Virtue"
  Vyolette has a very simple fighting style. Due to not being an overly aggressive person, Vyolette tends to be patient and composed. The girl is actually not well trained in combat, and is actually a very weak fighter, with a fragile constitution. Thus she falls back entirely on her Semblance to know how to fight at all. Channeling her spirits is literally the only way Vyolette can mount any sort of offense or defense. She cannot endure extended combat either, burning through Aura while channeling spirits. So while she is a patient fighter, primarily waiting on her opponents to engage her and/or make a mistake she can capitalize on, she does actually have a timer on her fights. Meaning she does have to act in her fights, which can prove to be bad for her, when she has to make some riskier moves to end the fight. Luckily her spirits are all quite capable fighters, more than making up for her own inexperience. She actively bounces between her spirits based on the situations she finds herself in.
  
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  Personality:
  You'd be hard-pressed to find a more sentimental, tender, and considerate soul than little Vyolette. A young maiden who has been shaped from the spirits she has talked to through the years, and not from the parents who were absent from her life. Deep down, she may be subconsciously hurting and distraught from a lack of parental involvement, but she had her spirits to keep her company, and in them, she found the meaning of fellowship and, to an extent, intimacy. It is due to this fellowship, that Vyolette grew into the sweet girl she has become, with a mentality that came from that to take a broader look at the world. Her tenacious and persistent demeanor is laced strongly together with the philosophical, spiritual, and abstract; it is awkward at times, but comes from a grace that can be easily admired. Vyolette may have some "out there" ideas about things, that can take a bit of getting used to, but she has a genuinely good-willed heart, even barring her interaction with dark, twisted spirits. Which, despite their already-karmic downfalls, she still tries to instill in them righteous virtues and goodness.
  
  Due to having lived her life in a spiritual shrine, mostly alone, with only her spirits to entertain her, Vyolette became very much obsessed with the ideas of immortality, the afterlife, and what spirituality and 'the self' truly means.
  
  History:
  Vyolette may be a very sweet girl, however it is a certain disposition that grew out of depressing circumstances, as she suffered through a lot of her life. She suffered from loneliness which has probably and secretly persisted with her for all this time. You see, Vyolette was born unceremoniously to a Huntsman family. An active Huntsman family. Knowing they could not take care of a baby and fulfill their duty as Huntsman, Mom and Dad decided to place Vyolette in a more secure, safe location. (That is to say, their selfish desires of remaining Huntsman for their own glory negatively impacted their child.) They sought out a place "perfect" for their daughter, and found one such place in Mistral's more tranquil sanctuaries; a remote beautiful, serene shrine, that was located away from human contact, run by a few quiet, peaceful monks.
  
  Seeing as how their daughter would be looked after, Vyolette's parents went back out into the world, gallivanting around as Huntsman. The monks gave her food, and clothes (what she needed anyway), and.. space. This was how she grew up. Isolated. Alone. Wondering constantly about her parents. One day, while meditating, Vyolette surprisingly unlocked her Semblance, finding herself in the presence of her very own unhappy, distressed grandparents! Her grandparents -who were deceased. That was when Vyolette realized she had the incredibly uplifting ability to commune with spirits! She spent awhile reassuring her grandparents that she was okay, though they saw a reflected situation there in the face of their granddaughter. Since they had also been Huntsman who had been neglectful of their own child. Where they even had regrettably died out on a mission, feeling like they had left such important unfinished business behind.
  
  This motivated Vyolette to take hold of her life. To follow in her parents footsteps. To grow as a person. She took the time to begin training as a Huntsman. Shortly after she met Clotho, the first spirit that she would discover she could absorb. Then onward, absorbing spirits became her preferred way of combat, training fiercely hot best to summon spirits. Summoning and communing with spirits then became the primary way for Vyolette to grow as a person. When she had a scare, out training, nearly dying to a Grimm, which was when she had first absorbed Clotho, prompted her parents to return to the shrine. Naturally the monks had no real idea Vyolette had begun such dangerous training, as they were as neglectful as her parents were. They had simply assumed she was living just as tranquil a life as they were. This was when Vyolette explained what was going on to her parents, and for once they looked upon their daughter with eyes filled with regret and understanding. Perhaps they had finally understood their folly. They agreed to let Vyolette attend Haven and continue her Huntsman training; she needed to learn to protect herself if no one else would.
  

"In a circle, place man and woman; then a quadrangle; out of this a triangle; once more, around, a circle; what you shall obtain: the Stone of the Wise. Known else as the Philosopher's Stone. Verifiable, unmistakable immortality."

Oralee Dayfly, the Hacktivist
"Ooo, a challenge? A moment. My sensors are advising I should think twice before engaging 'my current enemy'! Ooo, how exciting! Through careful consideration, I have concluded they must be totally bust! Hehe! Welp, time to bring out the tried and true! Old faithful!"

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Oralee means Light in Hebrew, referencing her secondary light aspect. Dayfly is a reference to how she is a Mayfly Faunus, plus 'day' is another light-based reference, and perhaps flying could be skewed that way, too. If you consider flying being close to the heavens, or making you feel joy and elation.
  Age: 18
  Height: 5'7''
  Species: Mayfly Faunus (Cyborg)
  Faunus Traits:
  Due to her unusual body being modified with tech, Oralee is a Cyborg-Faunus. Her wings were stripped and altered, turned into connectors that can never really function as wings again, but can connect straight into technology so she can use her mind to control the tech. Her antennae were changed in basically the exact same way; turned mechanical, able to pick up on special signals that she can tune into. Special waves, too, she can feel. Her visor functions like any bug eyes would, giving her a much much more expansive, impressive visual range, that extends far beyond what a human's would be. It lets her view into the invisible electromagnetic spectrum, and see invisible light waves.
  Folklore Allusion:
  I wouldn't say Oralee really has any 'folklore' allusion, but she is sort of based upon the whole concept of tech, globalization, media, and the internet that has exploded to insane proportions at the turn of the century. Which too many focus too much on, narrowing their gaze to their detriment. To add upon that, she has a mild light-based motif, with a slight religious angle, that works in tandem with her primary theme. Almost as an "atonement" for the concept of humanity lost, which ironically fits very well with the fact she's a Faunus.
  Emblem: Lightspace
  
  
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  Aura Color: Cyber Yellow
  Description:
  Upon your first meeting, you'll notice Oralee isn't your common 5'7'' gal. With a body to die for, she is in insane shape, if you ignore the aforementioned oddities. A unique mechanical look that gives her this air of mystery and intrigue. Turns out those bizarre mechanical bits and parts that dot her frame, well, they simply can't go ignored. A group of past enemies manipulated her into becoming the extraordinary cyborg before you now. Just note, Oralee is the same girl she ever was. She may sport a bolt here, a seam there, a mechanical antennae there, or a LED here, but none of it should take away from the picture of special femininity she is. Oralee is the damn prettiest bug you'll ever meet, with an impressive silhouette that casts an exotic shadow. Her makeup is noteworthy, as some of it is taken care of instantly by her synthetic skin, while the rest is covered by nanites. Nearly microscopic machines that crawl over her synthetic skin, painting the more vibrant colors she often sports to match her LEDs in an aesthetically pleasing way. Her synthetic skin otherwise needs no product, while shifting tones on the fly, to accentuate the feminine in her form for any occasion. For a moment, the briefest thought crossed her mind: that she should add a 'perfume synthesizer', to her enhancements. Then she realized how foolish that would've been! The fragrance fabricated from such heartless machinery couldn't attract anyone! Oh no! So, she enjoys the practice of testing out many unique scents, wearing whatever passes her fancy any given day.
  
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  Weapon:
  Lumen Armory
  Due to Oralee's impressive intellect, and with the ability to easily acquire intelligence, she was able to fabricate a new technology all her own: Stronglight. Which is hardened, concentrated light, that is able to be manipulated and shaped into physical objects. With the creation of Stronglight, Oralee was able to forge her own unique set of weapons, which she neatly built an elaborate purse for. Her arsenal is vast, with many unique hi-tech weapons, all created special by her. Her arsenal is also constantly expanding as she is forever tinkering with tech and the forge.
  
  Sovereign Lightring
  Another unique hi-tech wonder created by Oralee. -Just add it to her growing pile of remarkable creations, am I right?- Anyway, Oralee makes sure to never find herself in combat without this. This halo is a masterpiece, a stroke of genius. It is a generator that constantly fabricates Stronglight for her, so while out in the field, she never runs out, able to mold it on the fly for any unforeseen situation. The only bug is a very minor flaw. In that it requires her Aura to properly function. At least until she can construct a suitable working power source for the halo.
  
  Beta Uplink 2.5
  Sentimental for her very own accomplishments, this is Oralee's very first successful weapon made with Stronglight; that she often joking calls 'Old Faithful'. A brilliant sword that glows with golden light, that has been very dependable thus far. Sure, it may have been the first she made, but she's upgraded it along the way, making sure to keep it up-to-date with her current tech.
  
  Semblance:
  Wiretap
  Ever since her transformation, Oralee became intimately aware of all technology around her. She possesses a Semblance that almost feels artificial in nature. (Perhaps it is? Could it be a result of her biomechanical augments?) Well, whatever the case, Wiretap allows her to do what you'd imagine: Oralee can control any technology. For simple machines she just has to exert her will over them. For complex technology, she has to first directly connect and interface with them. But, yes, any tech she can assume direct control over. This makes her a tech guru; a genius even more than she had been before. There isn't any info or knowledge she can't find floating around out there somewhere.
  
  Sometimes she gets in over her head, and all the information and tech and synthetic waves flowing into her at once can overload her. She can be mentally overloaded, or physically overloaded. The mental one is usually easier to get over, but often worse. For when its physical, she shuts down and takes time to reboot, but that's all it is.
  
  Fighting Style: "The Untested Professional"
  Oralee's fighting style is quite free-form, but more deliberate than you'd originally think. While she has had no formal combat training, she is more surgical and technical than she lets on. Sure enough, watching her, you wouldn't know it. That is because when she attacks, she often does so with flourishes, flips, and other 'unnecessary' movements. However, her Mayfly body was already limber before her cyborg enhancements. And after, her body was built even more for combat prowess. Not only is it remarkably still flexible, but it is far sturdier, to the point she often doesn't even need to use Aura to shield her body from incoming damaging attacks, allowing her metallic parts to just absorb the hits. This is how you know she's more in control than initial belief, because with all the info in the world easily within her reach, she has downloaded complex combat algorithms and studied combat tutorials time and time again. She can view any combat lessons from all around the world using the CCTS, so long as it was uploaded.
  
  Highly advanced tech, guns, weapons, and anything within her repertoire, she uses unabashedly at her complete disposal. She isn't above being tricky, or employing surprises to crush her opponents. About the only thing bad going for her, is the fact that she is quite overconfident. With her cyborg enhancements, her "knowledge" of battle, and her access to special, reliable weaponry, she really does not even consider the fact she could lose in a combat scenario. Although she is still new to combat, having only practiced or used around 5% of all she's studied and has access to. Ergo she simply believes she's unbeatable, but has had basically no actual practice, and relatively no feats backing any of it up.
  
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  Personality:
  For a Faunus who has been wronged so many times, you wouldn't expect Oralee to be able to maintain a cheery disposition and rosy outlook on life. But she does; she remains as friendly as ever, with her excitability rubbing off on others, her energy infectious. Her unwavering moxie is oh so becoming, that it is very stimulating and motivating.
  
  Ironically, she is extremely lively, with an idealistic worldview that seems to be simply unshakable. As a cyborg, you'd expect her to be mechanical, methodical, robotic; but it couldn't be farther from how she really is. How she really feels. She is bouncy, simply a joy to be around. This little Faunus is extremely easy to befriend, as she is capable of compartmentalizing her life. Sure, there is inner strife within the Mayfly from past wounds, but she doesn't let that consume her. To her, life is too precious and beautiful to allow such sorrows to suck the joy out of the world. In fact, she dedicates her life to making the world better for others!
  
  Oralee is the cute type of sappy that it's endearing. She remains a sensational subject, able to charm your pants off with her fetching nature. She has this compelling ability to be easily inspired, which is often contagious, resulting in a girl you can oddly follow without feeling like you were coerced or roped into something. With that said, Oralee isn't exactly the speediest on the download. She's a bit dense. Several spurns in the past has taught her to be a bit more cautious and thoughtful, but she just can't seem to be prudent nor vigilant. Pensiveness simply isn't her thing. The girl isn't very perceptive or astute, retaining a level of naivety that comes from being positive and optimistic. Oralee offsets this by still being rather clever and intuitive in her own way.
  
  History:
  Unfortunate for young Oralee, she was born into a destitute Faunus family who lived outside of Menagerie. In fact, they lived within Atlas, which really wasn't the best place for a poor Faunus family who were down-on-their-luck. Spotting the chance to live a better life, her parents took the job offered to them by the Schnee Dust Company, despite it being known to be extremely dangerous, with no care given to the hazardous environment. Especially regarding the Faunus's comfort; no one really cared about the Faunus workforce, using them as cheap, disposable labor.
  
  Which is exactly what Oralee's parents were, but more on that in a bit. For a time, her family managed to survive relatively well, til the point where she was born. At a young age, Oralee proved to be rather smart. Atlas, who worked closely with the SDC, took notice of the bright little larvae. Due to her parents proving quite useful through the years, with good work ethic, who were always on their best behavior (wow, sounds like I'm describing someone in prison... oh wait), their daughter was given an incredible opportunity, of which they agreed to instantly. Oralee was taken, and given a proper education, no catches.. Except one. That she would work for Atlas when she was ready.
  
  That didn't seem like such a big deal! Her parents already more or less worked for them! So, sure, they agreed! Well, turns out, she was ready very quickly. For Oralee was more than bright, she was a genius. Who even at a young age, was putting Atlas scientists to shame. Due to spending a lot of time "at work", she had to miss a ton of classes. Oralee was so influential and impactive, that a lot of Atlas's modern works are the direct result of her designs and ideas.
  
  However idyllic it all was, it was not meant to last. It seemed Faunus bigotry was still hiding just under the surface, even where she worked (or maybe especially where she worked?). The scientists and engineers were not thrilled this young Faunus easily upstaged and outclassed them. Or that's how they perceived it anyway. So they pushed her -extremely hard. And they pushed her, and they pushed her, to create new tech after new tech. It got to the point they started on cybernetics and biomechatronics. Stuff that was far beyond simple mechanical prosthetics. Of which they made her be the tester to this new, experimental tech.
  
  Obviously this had all gone too far, too quickly. Of which the resolution unfortunately didn't resolve until it was too late. The damage had been done by those vindictive scientists. Oralee came out of it nothing short of a cyborg. Where many of her human and especially her Faunus parts were altered and replaced with biotech. Her Faunus parts, in particular, they had put a great deal of emphasis on, saying they wanted to learn about them and improve them. But really it was just a way for them to fulfill some sick bigoted hate act on her unique racial differences. In truth, it took the naive Oralee awhile to recognize just what was going on, taking a sliver of the blame for her stupid trust in those hateful people. At the very least, it wasn't all bad. Her cyborg parts actually helped her quite a bit. They made her stronger. They reinforced her body. They even bolstered her Aura and cut back on her Aura-usage. Yep! Being a cyborg actually sort of kicked ass!
  
  Alas, more regrettable disaster struck. Her parents perished in a mining accident. And that was the final straw. Oralee fled, finally breaking down to her built-up mental anguish and emotional hurt. No one but her cared for the death of her parents! Certainly not the company! No one cared what had happened to her either. It was all for "advancement's sake". But... she quickly learned what the problem was. Turns out, there was someone who cared! They found her: the White Fang. Her fellow Faunus who had suffered at the hands of humans and those people running Atlas and the SDC. They cared her parents were killed. They cared she had been experimented on, and made into a test dummy for biomechatronics. Falling into the warmth embrace of her fellow Faunus, she began to put her brilliant mind to use for them. That was when she used all her tech know-how to begin doing "good".
  
  Or it would've been, except the White Fang also started taking advantage of her. But she had since learned her lesson in blind trust... (Sorta!) It took a shorter amount of time at least for her to recognize what the fang wanted from her; that they were also merely using her. For terrible terrible things! Sure, she was hurt by humans, but... she couldn't exactly do such horrible things to them! Not things the fang wanted. So Oralee left, seeking her own path. The path of an activist who does 'good' through hacking and tech stuffs. A 'Hacktivist' if you will. Oralee moved around, finally finding herself heading to a Huntsman school in Mistral, where she -hopefully- would be able to do as she wished, freely. While continuing her Hacktivist work in secret, and in peace. Oh, yeah, she's still young enough to join one of those! What an eventful life she's had so far, huh?
  

"'The CCTS is the single most impressive constructed piece of technological mastery of Remnant's 'greatest generation''. Heh, is that right! Pfft, I have three more greater from just today! Not to mention I could upgrade their silly towers if they just gave me the opportunity! Tsk tsk."

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Ivory Iyzma Skye, the Angel
"Accept it? Do I have to explain it?! Fine then! You always were a dumb Wolf. ‘Ivory’ evokes beauty, purity. Pristine and the clean..! -None of which I am! None of which I’ve ever been!”

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Blues, silvers, and whites are common colors for people from Atlas. It has other associations with Skye, from her very coloring, to the fact that she's based on Icarus who flew in the skies, to being a dove Faunus, who also take to the skies, to 'ice' being her primarily used Dust. Ivory, in particular, envokes pristine, pure things, which Skye believes she is not, so she struggles with that as a theme.
  Age: 17
  Height: 6'2''
  Species: Dove Faunus
  Faunus Traits:
  Has a powerful, beautiful set of wings on her back, that she can use for limited flight (more with the use of Aura). There are other tufts of feathers about her person. Her bones are hollower than normal, to make her lighter than you'd expect, so she can fly.
  Folklore Allusion:
  Skye is based on two characters in particular: both fictional, but one from myth. Primarily, she is based on Emma Frost, from X-men. A character who has the ability to turn her skin to diamond, and resist mental-based abilities, with Skye obviously lacking mental fortitude. The other character she is based on is Icarus, from Greek myth. Her personality is based on the fact that Icarus's hubris is what ultimately lead to his fall. Which is why Skye is very confident, but often has quite "low" moments, and why she is weak to fire, as the wax melted in Icarus's wings and sent him falling to his death.
  Emblem: Diamond Prison
  
  
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  Aura Color: Azure Blue
  Description:
  Skye's long, wild, blue hair, trails in three lengthy, breezy, windy 'tails'. Skye's outfit is very Atlas-esque, but has its own unique cues. It is a striking blue, resembling the brightest of blue hues, clashing with whites and silvers. She wears a pleated blue skirt, and a white lace, mystical-looking band about her midsection for dramatic flair. She has thigh-high blue-black stockings, and knee-high, metallic armored boots. Adorned on her are Atlas-esque cross-like patterns, giving her a very refined image. Her shirt is sleeveless, with a bow just below her collarbone. Her hands are clad in armored gauntlets. For a female, Skye has a rather imposing figure, standing tall, and powerful; big with her wings spread in dangerous warning. With Atlas colors and design reinforcing her image of strength. Her no-nonsense, serious attitude only adds to this menacing image. The girl may be a 'dove', but she lacks knowledge and time for beauty. Cosmetics and fragrances: she is mostly ignorant about.
  
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  Weapon:
  Blade Daedalus
  Spoken in that order. Not an incredibly unique weapon, to be sure, but it does have its perks. Blade Daedalus, is a great-broadsword. It has a unique mechanism, that is crafted to have openable edges. From these open edges, the sword 'breathes' Dust. Depending on what Dust is put within the blade, is what depends on its ethereal-like glow, and abilities. Often the Dust she uses with her Semblance, is the Dust located in the sword, and vice-versa. Primarily, Blade Daedalus is infused with Ice Dust. Blade Daedalus was taken from her first kill of a human, used as a constant reminder of that sin, as well as, a way to perhaps atone for it. She's inscribed it with a Faunus parable to keep up that promise.
  
  Semblance:
  Diamondskin
  Skye has the uncanny ability to harden her skin to a very durable material akin to diamonds, which she uncannily calls 'Diamondskin'. When she does this she is practically invulnerable, but has very limited movement, if she can even move at all. However, while in this state, she can absorb Dust, and using this Dust, different elemental effects can occur. She however, cannot deal with fire. It is her bane, and it breaks her Semblance, impeding her as a warrior. Primarily, she uses Ice based Dust.
  
  Fighting Style: "Powerhouse Force"
  At her best, Skye takes a brunt, in-your-face approach to fighting. She's in the 'heavy class' of fighters, if you'd class fighters in that way. She knows this. No sense in pussyfooting around it. So, she takes her brutish, imposing, strong physique, and throws it hard at her foes, who rarely can contend with such raw strength. With mastery over her greatsword, she is a force to reckon with. Her Semblance provides her with an insane defense, so if she ever gets in over her head, she can fall back on it to protect herself and sustain the fight. Her offense isn't beautiful, barring the pretty blue glow of Ice Dust, it is efficient and quick. Powerful swings and flourishes lead her to strike down her foes easily.
  
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  Personality:
  Skye is very sure of herself, and can sometimes come off cocky, especially when she is being a stick in the mud, as she is often the no-nonsense-get-things-done type. However, despite her assurance of her abilities, she does have her highs and lows. Sometimes she feels weak, and is hampered by indecisiveness and worry. One day she will speak the world of her abilities, and other days she will under-perform based on her uncertainty. Though, mostly, she is overconfident, and strides head-first, throwing herself in without a second thought. She has a huge issue with her own person, viewing herself as a sinner. This makes her lash out, creating her own enemies of the ones around her, believing she fully deserves it. She views herself as a disgusting, evil, vile being, and that causes her to act out that self-fulfilling prophecy.
  
  Likes:
  Strength, Will Power, Fighting, Getting Stronger, Respect.
  
  Dislikes:
  Indecisiveness, Her Past, Lying, Failing, Faunus Heritage.
  
  Skills:
  Limited flight, Advanced Control over Blade Daedalus and her Semblance, Impressive Physical Strength and Endurance.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Too head-strong, Too Wild, Falters in Communication and Team-Efforts, Disregards Own Safety, Over Reliance on Semblance and Aura, and a particularly Powerful Self-loathing.
  
  History:
  Skye is a dove Faunus, who was born in Atlas. For the most part of her training and career as a would-be Huntress, she was trained at the academies in Atlas. Until recently, she fled the North and the Fang, instead finding her way to the wilds of Mistral. Then taking the opportunity to join Haven Academy. Or, rather, that is the short story. As she trained and schooled in Atlas's academies, she moonlighted as a White Fang member, being trained and schooled by her fellow Faunus in Atlas. Turns out, Atlas has the biggest group of renegade, vigilante Faunus of all the kingdoms, due in part to the Schnee Dust company headquarters there. These Faunus formed the biggest most estranged, antagonized cell of the Fang. A secretive group that runs the entire Fang, known as the Red Fang. (Their original dangerous organization, that the flag actually depicts, but that is a total secret.) Feeling, at first, what they were doing was right, Skye learned quite a lot. She learned how to be combative. How to fight. As well as how to destroy and conquer. However, she soon began to question herself... and her parents. Parents who were also apart of the White Fang, who had actually, gotten their daughter to join the White Fang in the first place. --They were founding members of the Red Fang, after all. Conflicted, Skye decided to make a choice: White Fang (and her parents), or simply -herself.
  
  After committing various crimes that Skye was not proud of, some of which actually shook her totally to her core, and in one instance, split her soul, she realized enough was enough. Change was necessary. She took the opportunity to run away to Mistral, and join Haven Academy there, instead of continue on with Atlas Academy, and inadvertently the White Fang. Sick of any militaristic, warmongering, aggressive control, she crossed the ocean, never looking back.
  

"It reads; the fox and the rabbit, they met one day. Instead of clashing, the two came together; they frolicked and they played every day out in the fields. Then one day, the rabbit's parents were eaten by another fox. When foxy came to the rabbit's door, he found it locked. Bewildered, he knocked: no answer. Then he called 'Hey, let me in!' Again: no answer. Turns out it is true; foxes and rabbits can't ever be friends, after all."

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Name: Onix

Color: Black
Name/Color Relevance: It's pretty obvious. He has black wings, and he is a dark, treacherous individual.
Nickname*: Oni

Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0''
Hair: onyx black, short and coarse, styled crudely, with a shine to it
Sexuality: straight

Race: Faunus (part-Raven and part-Snake)
Faunus Characteristics: His prominent black wings. But he also has a forked tongue fangs, and some scales.

Weapon: Last Bite
A pair of pistols, with detachable and retractable blades. That when they are placed together, fit and form to create a lengthy longsword, which after a few shifts, becomes a rifle.

Semblance: Venom Curse
Onix's Semblance seeps into his opponent when he lands a strike. To put it simply, it corrupts their Aura, quickly burning it away. To elaborate, he attacks their Aura through their mind. When this happens he makes people day-dream up previous nightmares. That are a combination of past failures, fears, and horrors combined together. It is this that when his opponents focus on these hallucinations, that it burns through their Aura as a latent defense mechanism. -That's how it is supposed to work anyway. If his opponent realizes what they're seeing is some sort of nightmare then they can combat the effects and nullify or slow the burn on their Aura.

Emblem: Devious Snake


Hunter/Huntress: Hunter
From what area do you reside*: Atlas

Personality:
Onix is not a nice dude. When he was young, he had a pretty traumatic experience, forever altering his personality. Even so, he's been with the White Fang since he was a babe. Learning everything he knows in their twisted organization. Ever since that experience he's let their doctrines really seep into his mind. And he was never the most mentally stable Faunus. He's since become even broodier, darker, and far more duplicitous. He has a sly, smarmy side to him, too. He is wry with a wicked sense of humor, employing sarcasm and a mocking attitude in common interaction. He is well guarded, with perhaps a thornier wall than even Skye has.

Likes*: Fighting, Strength, Force, the White Fang, Skye (secretly, kept even from himself)
Dislikes*: Desertion from the White Fang, Weakness, remembering his own past, humans
Skills: He is quite a skilled fighter. Flight. His Semblance tends to end opponents rather quickly. He is very adept of Aura and Semblance control.
Weaknesses: He is extremely arrogant, overestimating his own abilities and underestimating others constantly. Doesn't work well with people outside of the White Fang.

Looks:
The tattoos about Onix's body are requested by him all the time. They are meant to invoke the Grimm the White Fang regularly uses as imagery to scare and attack humans. He gets the tattoos on places of his body where he has scales, to cover up his Faunus heritage. Well, it would work, if not for the gross pair of dominant black wings growing conspicuously out of his back. His tattoos glow when he makes use of his Semblance as he channels his Aura.

History:

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Onix is a shadow from Skye's past. At some point, when the two were very young, and in a White Fang raid, Onix became cornered. He was about to be killed. Skye saved him by murdering the human that would've killed him. There was a .. thing between the two. That a young Skye thought maybe might grow into something more in the future. However, after murdering for him and the White Fang, her outlook quickly skewed. The two were forever changed, with Skye changed completely, leaving Onix behind and deserting the White Fang for good.

Onix 'followed' in her footsteps, sorta. He joined Atlas Academies like she did. Where he would find himself finally on a team of 4 in Atlas's Huntress/Hunter training school. Eventually, that means he would have to fight in the Vytal Tournament. However, unlike Skye, he is wholly loyal to the White Fang, hating Atlas and the humans around him with a passion.

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Unbeknownst to Skye, Onix is her half-brother on her father's side. He cheated on Skye's mother with the female leader of the Red Fang, making Onix her half-brother and an heir of the White Fang's leadership. Neither knew before, but Onix knows now. Especially since he's recently (several years ago) grown wings to 'match' Skye's. He actually possesses two Faunus traits, from his two parents.

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Or that could be a bold-faced lie, to explain his wings. Something more sinister that they're trying to hide, may be the culprit for his wings...

Relationships*:

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He is Skye's half-brother, but was her first crush.

He is on a Atlas team fighting in the Vytal Tournament.

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Miss "Bullet" Mocha Fareeda, the Drifter
"I'm just 'nother heart in need of rescue; waitin' on love's sweet charity. An' I'm gun hold on fer the rest of my days. 'Cos I know what it means.. to walk 'long the lonely street of dreams! ...Like a drifter I was born to walk alone."

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• ID
• Visage
• Combat
• Personal

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  Name/Color Relevance:
  Mocha is a creamy brownish color, emphasizing the dirty, dusty Old West. Her name's fluff is supposed to invoke the Old West outlaws with unique 'outlaw names', like 'Billy the Kid'.
  Age: 17
  Height: 5'7''
  Folklore Allusion:
  Mocha doesn't really have any specific allusion. What she's based on is the idea of the outlaw and loner of the Wild West. She embodies the idea of the cool gunslinging badass drifter.
  Emblem: The Outlaw
  
  
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  Aura Color: Chestnut
  Description:
  Taking mysterious hotness to the extreme, Mocha makes "badass" her profession; always strutting her stuff in a confident walk atop thigh-high boots adorned with silver and a small heel. Oh, and of course with shiny spurs. Properly adorned atop her toned physique is a dangerous scarlet getup, outlined in polished silver. Cocked at her hips, the chosen pair of Longhorns for the day, ammo resting warmly in their respective pouches. And for combat's sake, upon her arms, her gauntlets, where sharpened Shorthorns wait to fire. Upon her back, sometimes, set a double-barreled shotgun.
  
  Her rockin' bod isn't hidden away like some shamed chaste religious girl, but instead flaunted like one absolutely confident bitch. She's aware of her sensual assets, and isn't afraid of showing them off in their full glory. Resting atop her head, is her favorite hat, never to leave it. It sits atop a glorious golden mane that would rival even the most sheltered princess. An enigmatic gaze of dangerous and assertive crimson peers out from under the brim of her hat. Badass Miss Bullet's so hot, that she makes most girls envious just walking into the room; a rustic, sensible scent announcing her presence as she walks through that saloon door, with her overall silhouette retaining all the stunned eyes upon her.
  
  Initial impressions with Mocha are just as enigmatic as ever, as often she's seen sporting this cool-ass, snappy deep chestnut and scarlet duster with the same fancy silver filigree lining it. Which she wears as a 'uniform' like the cool drifter she is, since it's seemingly the 'uniform' of a Vacuo outlaw. Often she starts in combat with it fully wrapped around her, so she can whip out her weapons to surprise attack her opponents. Otherwise it's left open, not wanting to hide her curvaceous form.
  
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  Weapon:
  Tactical Longhorns and Shorthorns
  Her Longhorns are a pair of six-shooter revolver pistols. They're made of the best steel, quite the beauties, which she utterly treasures. In truth, Mocha possesses 3 pairs of magnums that she all refers to as "Longhorns". From a pair that are old-timey with wooden grips, fitting her old western look the most. To a second pair that are more modern and more stable when firing -her most used pair, as they are the most reliable. She has a final pair of Desert Eagles, which possess the highest caliber of bullets she employs. All are capable of firing Dust rounds, and she either uses them interchangeably, or chooses whichever pair to use that day on a whim.
  
  However, the Longhorns are just her supplemental weapons. The Shorthorns are her primary weapons. They're her own uniquely forged weapons, made out of the best materials, with the best new-age technology for the modern Huntsman. They come with gauntlets which they attach to. To best describe the Shorthorns, it's easy to just call them bullets that are finger-shaped. The Shorthorns slide onto the tips of her fingers and remain there like stainless steel claws, until she fires them out. Using magnets within the gauntlets, coupled with her Semblance, Mocha is able to control their path freely. She can fire them straight, or she can swipe them like telekinetic little knives. When she's at her best, Mocha will spin them deftly and swiftly around her, cutting a dangerous path of sharpened steel in front of her. Before the magnetic charge dissipates, they must always return to her fingertips. Although this makes it sound like she has 10 Shorthorns, she actually has a lot more than that. They attach right onto her gauntlets, forming bladed steel 'scales' along the gauntlets. These can be used in addition to the ones on her fingertips, but are primarily used to replace any Shorthorns lost in combat.
  
  Finally, Mocha carries around a single double-barreled shotgun that she will use sparingly on occasion. She has yet to fully decide on a name for it. Right now she calls it the 'Last Resort', but it isn't really anything to write home about, so that name is a tad misleading.
  
  Semblance:
  Bullet Time
  Mocha's Semblance is hard to exactly describe. At its most basic, it seemingly gives Mocha an unnatural amount of time to react to incoming threats. Responding reflexively to incoming stimulus, Mocha sees things 'slow mo' and can nimbly avoid them with little effort. However, that's it at its most basic, and truthfully, its most boring and useless. Mocha prefers to be active, instead of reactive. So she makes use of her Semblance in something she calls Missile.
  
  Missile
  Missile is when she uses this enhanced speed to 'burst' at the opponent. In other words, she dashes at her foe as if her own body was fired forward. To visualize it, it looks as if she turns into a momentary blur, crashing, or hitting, or ramming into her current target with a powerful force of speed. Mocha is so adept at using her Semblance in this way, that this is her primary way of using it, stringing along multiple Missiles with her Shorthorns to make quick work of many foes at once.
  
  Fighting Style: "Desperado Dance"
  Mocha's fighting style is not hard to describe. She's surgical, methodical, deliberate. There are no wasted movements with her attacks. Using her Semblance liberally, she will generously string along dash after dash after dash after dash of Missile. Even dashing between multiple foes, slicing them up with her Shorthorns, making quick work of the mincemeat. It can often look like an elegant dance, with a beautiful flashing blur of chestnut and scarlet. If that doesn't work, or proves ineffective, she'll do something similar with Shorthorns at a safer distance, prepared to use Bullet Time reactively, just in case attacks come her way. At this mid-to-long range is where she'll most likely whip out her chosen pair of Longhorns to fire pin-point shots like the expert marksman she is. She isn't commonly called "Miss Bullet Mocha" for no reason. Mocha fights with an air of confidence that isn't normally seen, hinting at a past of violence where she had to perfect her art. You don't become an outlaw with infamy behind your name like Mocha losing fights or being weak and useless.
  
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  Personality:
  Mocha is the quintessential daring, badass chick who is boldly independent, and fiercely brave. She remains stoic under even the heaviest of pressure, never ever dropping that cool swag she has going on. A dominant female at the best of times, Mocha is quite formidable, as she is firm in her beliefs and set in her way of doing things. She isn't easily pushed around, or swayed from her convictions. She has a big personality; one that comes alive during hardship, flourishing when times get tough. You can rely on her with utter confidence she'll follow through. With a down-to-earth mentality, Mocha is sensible and pragmatic; the type of chick you'd be confident with by your side.
  
  She isn't particularly compassionate or sensitive, but she will give her allies a shoulder to cry on, or a quiet listener to confide in. Although she isn't corny or lovey-dovey, she is a hopeless romantic, readily prepared to show off her flowery language, despite her outward appearance. She does so by relaying extravagant, enchanting poetics, which is rather charming -even cute. In spite of all this, Mocha is the loner type: known as 'the Drifter'. She comes from mystery, leaving behind few previous relationships. While she's a good listener, and offers surprisingly sound advice, she still has trouble actually forming lasting relationships. Or worse, committing to anything deeper, or long-lasting. Mocha actually possesses a rather deep fear of commitment on the whole. As a rule of thumb, you can expect her chill exterior to be on full-display, always. If it benefits her reputation and bolsters her fame, then you can expect it of Mocha. If it would come off as a sign fragility, or would showcase any weaknesses, then you can expect the opposite -Mocha simply won't have any involvement.
  
  She's imperfect, though she wouldn't want you to see that; Mocha doesn't flaunt her shortcomings much. Not one to ruin her image, you could actually say that Mocha has grave issues with humility.
  
  Likes:
  Country and Classic Rock. Singing and Quoting it too. Chewing on straw. Her Hat. Her Duster. Guns -Primarily Revolvers. West Proverbs and Poetic Hymns. Horses. Indulges in Romance Novels and Erotica. Relaxing by laying underneath the Stars, staring up at the heavens by a campsite. Proving she's a badass by beating up things. Slaughtering Grimm. Simply indulging in a Simple Life, while Lazily Wandering Place to Place. Munchin' on Apples. Alcoholic Beverages, Saloons, and their Atmosphere.
  
  Dislikes:
  When someone insults her accent, her hat, her choice of attire, the fact she chews on straw. When someone impedes her in any way. When someone calls her any type of slur that she doesn't immediately agree with. When someone ignores her advice, or say's its stupid and calls her an idiot. Showing any sign of Weakness or Delicacy. Smoking, which she's trying to get over by chewing straw.
  
  Skills:
  An Excellent Shot, a Sharpshooter. Nearly Perfected her Semblance. Can Quote Country Songs and Hymns. Has a Broader Understanding of the Stars Above as a Map, and of the Meaning of Humanity and Existence. Has a Lovely Singing Voice with a Pretty Accent. Is a Good Listener. Is Reliable. Has Outdoorsy Survival Skills.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Ultimately a Loner. Doesn't Particularly Work Well with Others. Struggles to Form Meaningful Relationships and Bonds. Superficially 'Befriends' People, Keeping them at a Distance. Hides her Secrets, her Problems, and most of her Issues. Struggles with Opening Up. Is Afraid of Being Vulnerable even when it's a Good Thing. Isn't Humble. Ultimately Afraid of Being Alone, while simultaneously Running Away from that issue.
  
  History:
  Like a genuine enigmatic drifter, Mocha's history is properly shrouded by the darkened clouds of mystery. The girl was born out on the lawless shifting sands of Vacuo. Where her poor, destitute family barely scraped by, selling found, acquired trinkets, and things knit by a weary mother. As mentioned, them lawless lands were unkind, and their luck finally ran out. When they were set upon by Anne-Marie Greed, and her fellow ruffians, the Rattlers. An unscrupulous sort. They were gun-toting outlaws, quick on the draw, and even quicker to fire, with itchy trigger fingers. Now what could a pathetic little family like the Fareeda's offer this infamous outlaw? Turns out, not much but the clothes off their backs.
  
  The only real thing they possessed of any value: their newborn baby girl. Something provoked the gang of thieves and the rest is history. Feeling slighted for some imaginary wrongdoin', Anne-Marie nabbed the little girl, stealing her away from her family. So she could be raised amongst the gang. Trained as some protege for the great, infamous Anne-Marie Greed, the Traitorous. After which, Mocha probably picked up from all the skills of her particular craft. At which point, when she became capable of critical thinking of her own, she said "later", and left to wander the desert and eventually the world, all on her own. Or so says I, the writer of this here story. A legend just beginning, of Miss Bullet Mocha, the Drifter.
  

"From underneath the trees, we watch the sky; confusin' stars with satellites. I neveh dreamed that you'd be mine; but here we are, we're here tonight... And as we'lie beneath the stars; we realize how small we are. If they could love, like you and me. Imagine what the world could be."

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Skye-Olivia Daughter
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