Alright, specialty altered, backstory altered, and a little bit of flavour added here and there.

[b]The Relentless[/b] [i]Hunter-Silencer team, known for never failing to complete their mission. Earned their title after following a particularly wily Rogue Alchemist for six days straight across the country with barely any sleep or sustenance.[/i]

[hider=Arcturus Rex][b]Nickname:[/b] Bloodclaw
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Height:[/b] 6' 7"
[b]Weight:[/b] 110kg

[b]Position:[/b] Asylum
[b]Specialty:[/b] Silencer
[b]Code:[/b] C, on the right orbital bone around the eye.

[b]Alchemic Style:[/b] Primus Sigilum, Secundus Vocem
[b]Alchemic Specialty:[/b] [i]Self-Alteration:[/i] By carving Sigils into his flesh, Rex changes the fundamental properties of his body. He usually has two sigils carved: Claws, on his right forearm, to give him weapons, and Healing on his sternum. Every time these are used, he recarves them as soon as possible, so that they are ready to trigger at a moment's notice. The third Sigil is never carved ahead of time, but instead left up to the situation to dictate.

[b]Weapons:[/b] None
[b]Other Equipment:[/b] Food and water, backup communications system, restraints for prisoners.
[i]Sigil Knife:[/i] This silvery-shining knife has never broken any skin but Rex's own. He uses it to carve sigils into his flesh so that he can Change.

[b]Description:[/b] At six foot seven, Arcturus "Bloodclaw" Rex is an extremely intimidating figure. His blank eyes seem to be calculating whether it is worth the effort to kill you or not, while his hands hover over the dormant sigils carved into his body. Sometimes, when his sleeves ride up, you can see the scar tissue caused by time after time of knife slicing flesh. He usually ties back his long, black hair in a ponytail, to keep it from his eyes, while his attire of choice is a long, high-necked black coat over a white vest and black combat trousers, with heavy, spike-toed boots. His usual walk is a fine art, calculated to be fast yet deliberate, implacable yet mercurial, solemn yet imposing as his coat flutters behind him and his cold, dead eyes nail you to the floor.
[b]Personality:[/b] Cold and solemn to strangers, but once you get past the outer shell, Rex is a surprisingly likeable individual. Though still quiet, soft words spoken to friends carry warmth and a gravitas lent to those who speak little. To strangers, his voice is stronger and commanding, every inch the dangerous rogue-killer: cooperate or else. Despite his solemnity, he has been known to be somewhat... excessive. One incident is often talked about: the time a Rogue Alchemist tried to use a child as a living shield. The cleanup crew had to cover three streets, twenty-seven buildings and put the whimpering carcass out of its misery at the end of the trail.
[b]History:[/b] Fathered by a Rogue Alchemist, Rex was often beaten, as was his mother. He grew up in fear, never knowing when his father would take offence at some small movement, some split-second lateness or inadvertent noise. It came to a head in his fifteenth year, when the man tried to sacrifice him and his mother to fuel a casting intended to increase his power. He killed his father and took the body to A.M.R.O.. He was inducted into the Silencer program soon after.[/hider]
[hider=Lucy][b]Nickname:[/b] Whirlwind
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] Somewhere in her early twenties
[b]Height:[/b] 5' 2"
[b]Weight:[/b] 63kg

[b]Position:[/b] Asylum
[b]Specialty:[/b] Hunter
[b]Code:[/b] DVI

[b]Alchemic Style:[/b] Primus Motem, Secundus Vocem
[b]Alchemic Specialty:[/b] [i]Poison:[/i] Lucy can transmute poisons of all types with ease. All her weapons have a sac of water built in that she uses to generate various toxins. Some of her favourites are a neurotoxin that, through permanent nerve damage, causes shakes, stammers and spasms, making it difficult, if not nigh-impossible, to cast Alchemy, and a potent but nonlethal venom that she calls the Demon's Blood that creates an excruciating pain wherever it spreads - perfect for disabling a target wanted alive.

[b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Claw and Fang:[/i] Twin knives. Claw is serrated, and usually held in a reverse grip, left-handed, while Fang is longer and held forward in her right. She dual-wields them with deadly efficiency, slashing and spinning so fast that the knives become little more than a blur, hence her nickname.
[i]Thunderclap:[/i] A nanofibre whip able to cut through almost anything, Thunderclap has a reach of around three meters and sports a vicious barbed tip that is often aimed at an eye or testicle while coated in Demon's Blood.
[b]Other Equipment:[/b] Various miscellaneous items, some food and water, a backup communications system, and a set of restraints for prisoners.

[b]Description:[/b] Petite and delicate-looking, Lucy's appearance belies her true deadliness. Many have died without even knowing it thanks to their underestimating of the woman before them. Lucy has never been seen without her armour on, a silver-white suit that accentuates her curves while still providing as much protection as possible. There are many rumours about it, and while nobody knows the truth, it is evident that is has undergone some serious Alchemic treatment, as it has unflinchingly taken blows that should have far outstripped its defensive capabilities.
[b]Personality:[/b] Impish and playful when at rest, with a love of practical jokes and slapstick humour, yet she becomes a whole different person in combat - cold, relentless and utterly terrifying, willing to go to any lengths to win. Despite her usual playfulness, she never truly opens up to anyone - even Rex, the person she's closest to in the world, doesn't know her story. For that reason, most people simply find her a mystery.
[b]History:[/b] Nobody knows where Lucy came from. Even the records don't have anything about her other than that she showed up one day, covered in blood, and was enrolled in the Hunter program. Despite this enigmatic past, she has proven one of the best Hunters the Asylums have to offer.[/hider]