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 Aria's Annexes, Endless library of DUMB SHIT
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 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 02:13 AM
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Cornelius Wintersong
Birthplace: Menagerie

Age: 20

Sex & Gender: Male

Race: Faunus

Affiliation: Beacon, First year.

Physical Details:

Cornelius is a bit of a short man, with dark grey long hair with a few brighter highlights, generally in a loose ponytail. His faunus trait happens to be a pair of odd-looking bird eyes. His race is no secret, but since they're easy enough features to conceal, avoiding the occasional remark about being an animal is worth the trouble of wearing a pair of sunglasses.
Personality:

Cornelius does not seem go out much. He is often outside, but always alone. Anyone would think him to be shy and antisocial at a glance, but a glance isn't enough to realize he's just terrible at breaking the ice, coming off as impolite and too straightforwards often times. The fact that he hates bothering to go out of his way to greet someone really doesn't help alleviate the image, either. Anyone who actually manages to strike up a conversation with the man would soon realize the only reason he's quiet is because he hasn't been given a simple hello. Generally in a good mood, an extremely hard to upset, Cornelius is a rather good fellow to rely upon, for combat, advice, or just help regarding anything in his scope of abilities.

History:

Born in Menagerie, within a family of hunters(Game hunters, not to be confused with Huntsmen,), Cornelius learned to hunt. Proficient in archery, he learned to hunt with a bow. Showing impressive accuracy and concentration at a young age, he was mentored by many wanting to see him excel an see where his potential would lead him. Soon enough, he was shadowing big game hunters and learning from them. Eventually, he grew a particular interest in overkill, and once his time came for a very special gift, he already knew what he wanted. Now with an unnecessarily large killing machine and the skills to accurately fire spears at extreme ranges, it was obviously time to learn from the best of the best: Huntsmen. Passing the theory exams with flying colors, but barely scraping by melee combat grades, he was finally ready to go through the trials of a hunter, to one day become the legend he was told was within his grasp. Only time will tell if they were right or wrong, but this was a path he could no longer abandon, and only death would stop him from finding it's destination. Though no mentor had trained him for the burning path ahead.
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OOC: Aria

Contact: Aria!#7193

Other Characters: [SOON]

Notes: I'd love to be assigned, please!

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Cornelius had searched high and low for a machining tool. There were none, Beacon's was always occupied, and not a single workshop in Vale seemed to have the common sense to provide even something so simple as a workbench. Having what was essentially a mobile artillery platform was fun and all, but he'd never have thought ammunition would be such a pain to obtain. Especially with how easy it is to simply throw away...
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 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 02:27 AM
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Cornelius Wintersong
Affiliation: Beacon, Second Year.

Character Page: Here

Weapon:

Ataraxia: An impractically massive, two meter tall longbow, anchored onto the ground by a large spike. It must be fired stationary, in an extremely wide stance, with proper support, and preferably anchored onto the ground. The tradeoff for sacrificing so much speed, mobility and practicality is the wonderful ability to outmatch just about any caliber of handheld firearm with nothing short of small javelins, which can also conveniently be used as melee weapons, for lack of a better one. The bow is equipped with an impressive instrument cluster, along with a reservoir on it's handle for dust-based arrow coatings, turning them into much more than "Just projectiles" if needed. Though it's operator tends not to be terribly fond of making them explode, as they're a bit of a pain to replace. To fire Ataraxia, one must first anchor it, any patch of ground will do, provided the wielder is strong enough to drive the spike into it. Then, a proper stance: One foot on the anchor's pedal for stability and the other firmly planted on the ground. The weapon now stable, it can be fired. A solid archer's glove will help alleviate some of the strain on the fingers holding what resembles more a cable than a string. For a proficient user, assuming a proper firing stance can be shaved down to a few seconds, cutting a lot of the problems setting up to fire, but none of the ones that persist whilst doing so. The weapon can be fired on the move, but is far more unwieldy, rapidly exhausting it's user from the strength required to fire the weapon unanchored. Thankfully, the bow does not have to be strung every use, and is instead folded and attached to the quiver.

Semblance:

Ignorance: The ability to ignore. Be it any of the senses, Cornelius can tune out anything to a point where it is no longer noticeable. It is a very simple ability, but the ability to achieve complete, serene focus on something, shutting out distractions as if they never existed, is not to be underestimated. As useful as it is, the things ignored still exist, and the tradeoff to peace of mind is exhaustion. "Ignoring" for long enough period of time, or doing so with enough distractions, become increasingly tiring, in a marathon sense. Recovering from the strains of focus requires more of a proper rest than a small meal and a pat on the back. Circumventing the semblance is also rather straightforwards. Should one's voice be ignored, he can simply wave his hand, should his hand be ignored, a pat on the back, et cetera.
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 Posted: Oct 12 2017, 04:11 AM
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Lilium
Birthplace: Vacuo

Age: 21

Sex & Gender: Female

Race: Human

Affiliation: Second Year, Shade.

Physical Details:

Lilium is tall, constantly frowning, an perpetually dirty looking. Even out of a shower, she'll look unkept.

Her short, messy auburn hair fails to hide the few, weak scars on her face, nor a piercing glare.

Personality:

Lilium is either smiling, or yelling, or both! Only one thing is absolute, she likely isn't calm. Calm isn't something she likes to be, and thanks to her semblance, it's also an extremely difficult state of mind to attain.

Emotions aside, Lilium is a loudmouthed, abrasive, angry and real rough aroun the edges, and that makes making good friends a bit harder than your average person, but that also makes the girl value the little she has more than anything in the world, but that's not what she'd lead anyone to believe, at least, not through words.

Being an adamant follower of the idea of an action being worth far more than a word, she finds people who flaunt themselves and their achievements to be a waste of space until they follow up on that. The same goes for any promise, or statement. Nobody should be asserting something they can't live up to.

History:

Lilium had a bit of a rough start. She was born in a middle class family in Vacuo, but nothing seemed right. As the years piled up, she was growing into more and more of a troublemaker, and slowly, it became clear she wasn't the most welcome in her own home.

At the age of sixteen, Lilium had become a true street kid. She would live for herself, scrounging up money, stealing food, getting in street fights over petty nonsense, getting arrested... Times were rough, but the girl held on.

Saving up turned out good, she managed to find an old bass guitar she could afford, and after much practice, and more savings, she'd be making money off music on the streets. At that point, a man, a huntsman, had found her. Her incredible resilience facing every odd against her, and his will to save people, led him to take her under his wing.

Years later, after much training, and much, much more time spent being straightened out... At least enough to function in society. Her adoptive father decided she was ready. They went out, built a weapon, and off she went to Shade.

The girl was in the coliseum enjoying combat... Probably a bit too enthusiastically when shit hit the fan, and if life taught her anything, is that she'll pull through.

Player Details
OOC: Aria

Contact: Discord etc

Other Characters:Cornelius Wintersong

Notes: Her semblance involves literally overflowing with emotion, specifically anger, but anything else can trigger it, provided it's intense enough. It's a passive semblance, so whenever it does happen, it'll show distinctly in narration. For example "A doorbell rang" versus "The doorbell ringing seemed more bothersome than it should be." Anyone may choose to act upon this as they wish.

Oh, also, random pairings.

Sample Post:

"My favorite song? Well... There's a bunch. But there's one I'll tell you about. See, this was back in the day I was really getting good with my old guitar, and I had the amp and all, things were going good! [laugh] Well, all's relative, isn't it...

Anyway! I'm standing in a nice shopping street, buskin', getting lien for a nice fuckin' bowl of soup, right. Then this other kid shows up, he just pulls out a harmonica, no words, not even a hello, he just stood there, and started playing with me, so I changed it up and we started playing together, it was fun, the kid looked pretty into it, too!

So, we're here, we're making a decent amount of coin and all, and then here comes kid number three, with a run down lookin' guitar, him, he sits there too, no words. Just plugs in the amp and off he goes. That's when it started gettin' real fuckin' magic, we're just three kids, never seen eachother, jammin' on the street, but then, two more kids come, one's there with a few buckets an a pair of drumsticks, he sits down, an' starts playing those, and that's when I really started finding this cool.

Now the last kid, man... So she looks at us like she's about to say something, and we're all playing a bit disjointed an' shit, right, but she kinda looks at us so we stop playing, but doesn't actually say anything. She just looks at us one by one, like a conductor, the drum kid went first, seems he knew what was going on, and we kinda all followed in his bucket noises... And then the girl started singin'.

She had the most beautiful voice, and not like... Pretty sounding or anything, it was all rough, just like everyone else, right, but it was so... Genuine. She started singin' 'bout us. 'Bout the street kids who never asked for none of it, just want to have a fuckin' bed, and people who care, y'know! She sang... And fuck, we made a ton of Lien!

When it was done, everyone was cryin'. We were all in tears, huggin' eachother, without any words. Then we just all packed up snifflin' like a bunch of toddlers, walked over to the noodle shop, and blew everything we had just made on noodles.

Never met those kids again... But that was my best song, never gonna forget that." .

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Affiliation: Beacon 2nd year

Character Page: Here

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A heavily modified bass guitar, turned into a weapon. The neck, bridge and body's edges have all been heavily reinforced, melding wood and steel into a symbolic maul. The body also seems to be equipped with a hidden trigger mechanism, and a specialized magazine well.

The guitar's neck seems to have been fully rebuilt to survive as a handle, with only the battered fretboard still being made out of wood. This is in part due to the reason that the neck also happens to have the ability to open up slightly in order to complete the barrell of a caseless-ammunition mass accelerator(Which Lilium constantly calls a railgun "Because it sounds cooler!")

Somehow, after such heavy modifications, the instrument still functions as an instrument and manages to sound decent. It is carried in a regular, soft instrument case(With plenty of spare strings and an aux cord... Just in case.)

Semblance:

Feedback:

Lilium's semblance functions passively, and needn't be activated. Whenever she gets angry, or frustrated, or is filled with any other sort of negative emotion, the emotion "overflows" and starts influencing everyone around her, people involved in her grief feeling it to a much greater extent.

This is especially useful in combat, as she can induce recklessness and ignorance onto her enemies, while her combat style revolves around those very concepts.

Lilium's friends, on the other hand, may want to be especially weary of her battle high. Either fighting alongside, or providing support for her will mitigate her semblance's effects enough for them to be minor enough to simply calm down a bit and ignore them.

Of course, Feedback being always on, anything else can "Overflow". Joy, Sadness, jealousy... Anger just so happens to be the easiest to build up, and the state of mind she is most commonly in an intense enough state to trigger it.

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[Something] Grayhound
Birthplace: Atlas

Age: 38

Sex & Gender: Male/Male

Race: Human

Affiliation: Atlas, Combt Teacher.

Physical Details:

Standing at six feet six, and as large as a freight train, saying he's intimidating is a bit of an understatement. With an army buzz-cut, a head full of scars an a pair cybernetic eyes, there isn't much to question his strength an endurence. The man is very often found roaming around the school wearing one of many jackets and longcoats, along with heavy combat boots, army pants, and a plain shirt.
Personality:

[NAME] Looks like he's been through hell and back several times over, and it becomes clear he's gone through a lot. He always looks composed, rumors say no student has ever angered him, and that the many who've tried got scared and chickened out early in.

Though he looks intimidating, he also seems content, and is always eager to help in any way he can. His many years of experience serves as a wealth of knowledge, having answers for any questions they can come up with, if it's in his realm of studies. As much as students ask, though, any question about himself gets answered with a sigh, a stare at the horizon, and a vague remark about the past.

History:

Born in Atlas, into a family of army folk, [NAME] was destined to end up a soldier, and that fate suited him well. He gladly went through his father's rough training as soon as he could, on his twelfth birthday. As the years went by, he obviously enrolled into Helios, taking it terribly seriously. Any shame brought to him would be shame brought to his name, and many, many push-ups would be had. Hardship of training wasn't so bad, in the end, though. [NAME] enjoyed it, striving to become an elite. An elite he would soon become. The years went by and the grades only went up. By his graduation from Atlas, every division would be trying to get him into their ranks. Obviously, having become more than a simple soldier, he became a heavy weapons specialist, bringing his gun along, and gaining a few more along the way, but that's when he realized there was more to the front lines he so deeply desired than fun and games.

Being so large, unstoppable, and, well, successful, [NAME] was assigned the more dangerous missions, initially, he'd protest that he was essentially going on suicide missions. Him and his ever-changing team of replaced members became known as the Dead Man's team, being sent there would mean going to the places nobody was willing to go, and giving up a great many things in the process.

[NAME] would last ten years leading the team, going through all kinds of hell: Losing people, losing objectives, losing both eyes... He somehow would that long without either signing into another division or losing his life. Alas, he was getting old, and that was no good in a special ops team. Once his intent to take a break was clear, there were no voice protesting. The Dead Man Walking had earned a good night's sleep and a change of pace.

After a year of getting used to living within society again, learning to stop looking so intimidating, to stop scaring old ladies and young kids, he'd apply to teach the next generations of kids how not to end up like many of his old friends, and once again, talking to a few old contacts and pulling a few strings, he'd end up right in Atlas, with his own curriculum.

His peace of mind unfortunately hadn't lasted as long as he had hoped: Disaster would strike as he was watching the vytal tournament, and almost immediately, the man had gone up and found ways to help, most notably getting a group together to calm down the ensuing chaos. Once the chaos over, his fight wouldn't end, as he would ready himself for a next move, should one happen. Later that year, though, his guard lowered, there was no sign of another threat looming, and there was a festival to celebrate, a festival that had earned him a glass of whiskey, happily watching the parties thrown on every block. Perhaps he'd find his students within them.

Player Details
OOC: This is your OOC (out-of-character) Aria

Contact: [Discord username]

Other Characters: Lilium Cerulean

Notes: Nothing

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