[hider=Biely Wakahisa]
[b]Name:[/b] Biely Wakahisa
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Faunus (Trumpeter Swan)

[b]Weapon:[/b]
[i]Monomolecular Retractable Blade - Urumi[/i]: The Urumi is a very strange and deadly weapon. It is a blade made out of single long organic molecule. To prevent it from snapping, it is encased in a dust powered force field. the handle is disguised as a laser pointer that contains the full, five meter length of the weapon. As the blade is so thin, it can not bee seen by naked eye. In poor light and in the dark though, the dust field will emit a faint blue glow. The weapon is thus highly dangerous even to his allies that Biely needs to keep his distance from anyone whom he fights with.

[b]Specialty:[/b] Biely is very nigh unstoppable at melee range, as a flick of his wrist can spell death by several slices to any opponent unlucky enough not to wear heavy armor. As such he excels at cleansing internal spaces and crammed areas. His weakness is being attacked from range and being caught in the open.

[b]Semblance:[/b]
[i]The Paladin:[/i] Biely's body turns into what appears as a white animated suit of armor, while his voice gains a soothing, ethereal reverb to it. His weapon is changed into the same substance of the same shape. In this state, Biely can not be physically harmed nor does she feel pain, however he still burns through his aura reserves as if he was blocking the blows. If the 'damage' is sufficient, he will forcibly revert back to normal, completely exhausted. He becomes extremely powerful against the Grimm, as touch with any part of him melts them away. He also gains the ability of a minor shapeshift, flight and launching ranged attacks.

[b]Personality:[/b]
With his history, it won’t come as a surprise that Biely is the archetype of an introvert. Never knowing too many people and always relying on himself, he has a pathological distrust of just about anyone, and takes nothing in life for granted, certainly after his second year at Beacon.

Having to prowl through the third year alone again, he stopped speaking altogether, and instead communicates with his hands or through written word. He spends most of hsi free time alone in his dorm room, prefering no one heard his occasional agonized shouting as he fights off the phantom pain from his missing wing.

In combat, one wouldn’t notice any change, as he is very calm, almost detached from it, usually moving at walking pace as he swings his weapon around, but make no mistake, he will not relent until every single creature of Grimm is dead, for they took the only friends he had from him.

[b]Color:[/b] Very light gray

[b]Emblem:[/b] A swan with a single wing.

[b]Appearance:[/b]
The man is rather tall at 183 centimeters, but his build speaks of elegance rather than strength. He prefers to keep his body lanky and agile. As if cursed with his name, biely is an albino. His eyes are pinkish red as they would be with his condition, along with the white hair. 

The most spectacular thing about him would be the white wing growing from his back, and a stub where the other one should have been. His full wingspan would have been something about 270 cm, which would have allowed him to fly.

As if choosing not to resist, Biely wears a white business suit with red accents. His trademark are the shades, the only rebellious, black thing anyone would ever see him wear.

[b]Bio:[/b]
Bitely had a very rough childhood. Born into a fairly poor faunus family occupying a small house in one of the tiny, unprotected villages scattered around Vacuo, he ran away from home to avoid his abusive father. He broke off all contact with his family, and grown up never even knowing he had a sister later on or that save for the girl the rest for his family perished in a Gimm attack until he met with his sister later in his life.

Eventually he wound up in the system, being thrown into an orphanage where he escaped from. He found his way into a house of a retired combat teacher who took him in and taught him his craft. As it was the only thing the boy knew, he decided to apply to a combat school and subsequently train to be a hunter

His wing was lost in his second year while he was on a mission. It scarred him for life, more on the inside than physically, as the rest of his team was lost in said battle.
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