[b]Name[/b]: [color=Silver]Sterling Johnson[/color]

[b]Age[/b]: 21  

[b]Gender[/b]: Manly Male

[b]Race[/b]: Human  

[b]Weapon[/b]: [color=Silver][i]Nuada[/i][/color], his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from [i]Berserk[/i], doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way.  

[b]Specialty[/b]: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is [i]Versatility[/i]. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself. 

[b]Semblance[/b]: [i][color=Silver]Airgetlam[/color]: The Silver Arm of the King[/i]. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with [i]regularly[/i], often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around. 

Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or [i]at least[/i] pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance.

[b]Color[/b]: [color=Silver]Sterling Silver[/color]

[b]Emblem[/b]: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette.

[b]Appearance[/b]: 
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Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent. 

Practically [i]always[/i] smiling.