Double post so I could actually tag the lot of you.

[@Kouki] [@DearTrickster]

[hider=Kiora Trennor]
Name: Kiora Trennor

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Monster Animal (Bat)/Weapon

Appearance: [img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/7fv5ohnylh7vr2m/kiorappearance.jpg?raw=1[/img]
[img]https://www.dropbox.com/s/a6u1rsicqkhtl49/BowofFire.png?raw=1[/img]

She normally has a cloak that looks like bat wings. Her wardrobe, while not near as scanty as that of Blair's, doesn't exactly let you forget that she's nearly a full-grown woman.

Abilities: 
[b]Shapechange:[/b] Technically speaking, Kiora has three forms. Humanoid, her animal form, and her weapon form. This ability allows her to transform between the three, swapping out the abilities and skills of one for those of the other. Her human form can manifest parts of itself as a simple shortbow, allowing her to fight, her animal form (that of a bat) can fly, and her weapon form is that of a longbow, suitable for a Meister to wield. She can only use her magic in human or animal form.

[b]Vision Check:[/b] Kiora can close her eyes, shifting from ordinary vision to echolocation. Its range is limited to 30 feet, and it cannot discern colors. Visual illusions/paintings and the like are invisible. While wielding her, the Meister gains the same skill. 

[b]Point-Blank-Bashing:[/b] Kiora's forward edge is bladed, allowing for combat in melee that's at least as effective as using a scythe to fight.

[b]Magic: Sonic[/b]
While not quite as magically able as Blair, Kiora's magic falls into the domain of sonic and sound manipulation.

[b]Sing-Song Skies[/b]
The sonogenetic is a good singer. Go figure.

[b][i]Ataraxia[/i][/b]
Kiora's positivity gives her a uniquely strong, madness resistant soul. Emotional trauma can drop this resistance.

Techniques/Magic: 
[b]Just Keep Firing: HAIL OF ARROWS![/b]
Kiora's wielder nocks 6 energy arrows at once, firing them into the air. They burst outward, targeting everyone close by.

[b]Back Off: SUPERSONIC PULSE![/b]
After yelling the incantation, Kiora slams her hand forward, sending out a blast of unfocused sonic energy. It won't do much damage, but it will stagger the strong and send the weak flying backward. Her Meister can use this technique as well as a form of alterate fire.

[b]Why Can't Anyone Aim? Homing Arrow![/b]
For the accuracy impaired Meister, Kiora's arrows can home after a target with sufficient focus. There are some important limitations: Only one arrow can be fired at a time, the Meister must be free of madness, and no other technique can be used while it's active.

[b]Soul Resonance:[/b]
Dependent on Meister

Equipment: Since she needs to be able to shapeshift, she doesn't really carry that much gear, nor does she wear much armor, relying on her magic to keep her safe. That being said, she carries a basic field kit including first aid gear.

Personality: [color=cef06b][i]"Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die. That'd suck."[/i][/color]
Full of joie de vivre and just happy to be here, Kiora's all about enjoying life. She's always got a smile on her face and a song in her words, her attitude one of definite Epicureanism. Life's full of pleasures, and refusing to enjoy them is a greater sin to her than most others. That being said, she's not a total hedonist: you've got to stay inside your limits and keep yourself healthy, or you won't be able to have a good time later. Nothing ruins a Saturday like a hangover from Friday night, or having a headache because you didn't get enough sleep.

She's a little too young to have reached the meditative peace most Epicureans strive for, but she's definitely no worrier.

History: [color=cef06b]"Welcome to Deathbucks! Please try the Shinigami Roast, we've got a positively killer deal on it right now!"[/color]
Where exactly monster animals like Blair and Kiora come from isn't exactly known, and Kiora's not likely to be a help with it anytime soon-she tends to find talking about her past overly much to be useless, and the fact that she was unintentionally adopted by two human parents means she doesn't really know about it anyway. In any event, her childhood was as ordinary as can be expected for a girl who flows between two forms as easily as water poured from a square glass into a round one. Which is to say, not ordinary at all--but after several angry calls to the adoption agency, her parents tried their best despite being totally unprepared for the trials of a monster child, including but not limited to: transforming a closet into a bat roost, taking their ten year old daughter to swamps so she could catch mosquitos, and changing their sleep schedule nearly daily until she managed to get her shapechanging fully under control. 

Maybe it was this love, despite the effort, that led to her positive outlook on life.

In comparison to her turning out to be a bat mage, her puberty-unlocked weapon form seemed positively normal, the only comment from her father being a deadpan "As long as we don't have to build a target range, I'm fine with this." If anything, they seemed happy that their daughter actually had something to do other than work at Deathbucks or attempt to convince a normal college to build a bat roost. She tested into the EAT class, and has been schooled at the academy ever since.

Supporting Characters:
[i]James Trennor[/i]: Her father and chief deadpan snarker, Kiora's father hasn't always known how to deal with his teenage daughter. But he's her eternal ally and there's no doubt that he loves her.
[i]Elizabeth Trennor[/i]: When she first stepped into the adoption agency, Kiora's soon-to-be mother didn't exactly expect her only daughter to turn into a bat a week later. But she's adapted, and now their family would seem wrong without the weirdness.
[i]That Agency Bitch[/i]: TAB is a reticent, bureaucratic woman Kiora's dealt with multiple times in her search for her true origins. As of yet, she's never succeeded in getting a straight answer out of her.

[hider=Sample Post]
To be plain, the order was wrong. The woman glaring at her wasn't having any of her excuses, either. Kiora had her best Employee of the Month smile on, adjusting the apron she'd put on over her uniform to avoid getting it dirty as she listened to "Madeline Smith" berate her for everything that had gone wrong. She seized the opportunity of the other woman taking a breath to attempt to ameliorate the situation.

[color=cef06b]"I'm sorry, ma'am, allow me to replace your order,"[/color] she said, still smiling. [color=cef06b]"I'll speak to my manager--"[/color]

"--AND MOREOVER, your apron and visor don't match the professional, positively adorable attire I'm used to from Deathbucks--"

No good, it seemed. As the woman moved on from criticism of her abilities as a barista to personal attacks, all of the mental pathways not currently consumed with keeping her eyes bright and smile set began moving back through the sequence of events that had led up to this moment. It was a method she'd learned a long time ago to deal with frustrations and learn from the experience, rather than getting angry and lashing out at whoever was irritating her in the moment.  She wasn't really an angry person, but her abilities had a tendency to reflexively activate--and going all bat right now wouldn't likely help the situation.

To be fair to herself, the espresso machine [i]was[/i] broken. She'd probably not helped matters by attempting to distill ordinary coffee to a more extreme concentration--but she'd been trying to help. From the beginning, it seemed like Madeline needed a cup of spookily good coffee--well, the caffeine that came with it, more like--and it hadn't seemed wise to tell her the machine wasn't working with the kind of mood she was obviously in.

In retrospect, she should have realized that concentrating coffee to the point she did was either going to make it bitter beyond belief or just into dregs, neither of which was going to be good... But dammit, she'd tried, and the idea was somewhat alright in theory--shut up, internal head demon, SOMEWHAT. So what if Kiora's Bat Crazy Blend wasn't going to be offered as a mainstream roast at Deathbucks? She'd still tried, and whatever she did wasn't worth the amount of abuse she was receiving, but... At least this was just for this immediate moment. Sooner or later Ms. Smith would realize that she had something better to do than yell at a Deathbucks employee and walk on out.

"AND YOUR RESTAURANT SMELLS SOUR!"

[color=cef06b]"I am sorry you feel that way, ma'am. It would be my pleasure to give you a gift card as compensation--"[/color]

Evidently, that would be sooner. Ms. Smith huffed, spinned on the ball of her foot--wasn't a good idea to do so on a heel as narrow as her stilettos--and marched out. Like magic, the rest of the Deathbucks employees reappeared out of storage, the side dining room, and every nook and cranny the store had. She couldn't blame them, she'd have done the same thing if Barry was getting berated.

"You alright, Cashier Employee Kiora?" her shuddering manager asked, stepping out of the walk in refrigerator with a frown of sympathy on his blue face.

Her smile grew, genuine joy at being done with the situation fueling its appearance. [color=cef06b]"Of course, sir! There's nothing a Deathbucks Cashier can't handle."[/color][/hider][/hider]