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[b]Name:[/b] Tarkus Sloan
[b]Nickname:[/b] None

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Emblem:[/b] 

[b]Aura Colour:[/b] Auburn 
[b]Semblance:[/b][i]”Echoes”[/i]: Tarkus can use his aura to release audible and inaudible sounds from anywhere he can see or touch. He can use this to say, release a timed sound to release from a pebble, throw it, and after a few seconds it would begin continuously producing the noise. The Inaudible sounds can only be heard by Tarkus, or someone with a device or ability to pick up the waves, while he can use the audible ones to misdirect someone, for example, using the sound of a bullet being fired to unnerve them, or to create sounds of movement in a direction he isn't moving to create a distraction. When the waves carry back to him, they produce an image in his mind of anything the sound had come into contact with, meaning he can create mental maps with extreme accuracy.

[b]Weapon:[/b]
[center][url=http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120512004021/monsterhunter/images/2/2e/Weapon022.png]”Cadeyrn”, the Carrousel-Mortar Hammer[/url][/center]
Cadeyrn is the finest piece Tarkus has ever forged, and is naturally his weapon of choice. The thing weighs an unwieldy 134 lbs., and that's without ammunition in the chambers, in order to use the thing with any degree of skill, Tarkus had to push himself to his physical limits to evolve his technique beyond wild swinging. No one but Tarkus really knows WHY the thing was so heavy, though, and talking to him probably won't yield any real answers. Cadeyrn is capable of firing H.E.F.T. rounds, which when they make contact send fragments on the casing and tungsten filament wires at bullet speeds, though he makes sure to remove the rounds when fighting human/faunus opponents.

[b]Dust:[/b]
[center]"Faustian Bargain"[/center]
Panzerfaust is the 7th chamber in the head of Cadeyrn, only accessible when Tarkus uses filtered dust cartridges in place of the normal rounds in the chambers. When at least 2 of the 6 chambers contain dust rounds, he can trigger Panzerfaust by pulling on a chord located near the back of Cadeyrn’s head. The dust rounds empty into the 7th chamber, and combine into a single filtered shot, with varying effects based on the dust rounds used. (ie. Red dust and Blue dust would produce a massive volume of scalding hot steam.) While most of the combinations do not result in a bullet-like projectile, the size of the chamber itself is roughly 90mm.

[b]Other Equipment:[/b] Handy Dandy Adjustable Wrench, Gauze wrap, Trail Mix, pocket knife, thread and needle, and a bag of marbles.

[b]Skills & Abilities:[/b] Tarkus is a master at weapon maintenance, and as such, even if his weapon breaks, he'll find a way to fix it. If he can't fix it, it isn't broken. Aside from his engineering prowess, Tarkus has minor medical knowledge. While he isn't anywhere near a full blown doctor, he can usually help treat small injuries, or ailments. He has a naturally good constitution, and is fairly observant. Years of having his semblance have caused his hearing to grow extremely acute, to the point where it's almost impossible to be anywhere within 100 ft. of him without him being aware of it. [s]He also has a great singing voice.[/s]

[b]History:[/b] Tarkus was, for all intents and purposes, utterly, and irrefutably, absolutely normal as a child. He had a normal family, his parents were normal, his father being a doctor and his mother being a normal housewife, the kind of people you'd see in a brochure for a realtor's brochure to advertise "family homes", the stereotypical happy family. And in truth, they were, they were a very happy, normal family, taking pride in their normalcy and good nature and temperance amidst such difficult times as these. Tarkus himself lived his life as any child did, made friends, got into the occasional scrap, and looked up to Hunters like heroes. Everything was perfectly, almost abstractly normal in his life, save for an uneventful day when he was 8 that caused his normality to...shift, slightly.

The corpse of a lone little squirrel, alone in the yard. A truly normal child would have cried, maybe they would have poked it with a stick, maybe they'd have told their parents or maybe, if they were brave enough, they would bury it themselves. Tarkus, oddly enough wondered about it, and couldn't help but take it in a little box to examine it privately. Not much occurred from Tarkus probing around the squirrel's rotting innards, save for his newly acquired...eccentricism, one could say. From that day on, he'd propose rather odd questions to other children such as: "What would it be like to die?", which, inevitably, caused him to be outcast for being rather strange. He didn't let this get him down, however, as he continued to go about his days normally, not skipping a beat as he continued finding delight in his macabre examinations. He often got sick from his earlier probings, but soon enough, he took precautions and was poking around dead animal organs like a pro! He'd continue on for years of this, completely undiscovered, luckily enough, though due to his lack of, well, friends, his family saw fit to give him a pet rat for his 11th birthday. 

For the time, he cherished that rat, viewing it as more than just a research subject like the carcasses. However, a short year after, the little thing began having...problems of the palpatative sort. The thing would live, but not for long...a year more at best, which saddened Tarkus. Resolving to make use of his "studies", he attempted to fashion something to relieve his rat of his affliction; something akin to a pacemaker, to keep the little guy's heart going. It failed, of course, because who the hell has heard of a 12 year old building a functioning pacemaker? Rather than keep his friend alive, it, kinda sorta killed it. Whoops. Taking what he had learned from the experience, he tried to find what had been wrong with his design, and so, in time, he became an introvertive person, losing every sense of what made him appear normal. In his studies, he became well versed in the possibility of synergy between the biological and the mechanical, what could have saved his little friend. 

A greater tragedy would strike when his father was killed in a terrorist fire bombing on the hospital he worked at, burning him alive on the 4th floor. Without his father, Tarkus sunk further into his studies to find what was the purpose of life's so-called end. He found nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING that could sate his thirst for answers, and so, would only continue to research and experiment, using what carcasses he could find. In time, he found that were he to become a Hunter, he could possibly find the answers he was looking for, as well as improve his mental well-being. And so, he trained his body in order to make the cut to get into Signal, and, in time, Beacon. He named his weapon after his beloved pet rat, and cast it of an extremely dense alloy, for an unknown reason.

[b]Other:[/b] Has an odd compulsion to recite lyrics to songs by bands such as Emerson Lake & Palmer, Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, and several others when he fights.
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