[hider=Blaine]Name: Blaine Waykin 
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Vale
Appearance: 
Blaine is a pretty tall dude standing around 6'4, towering over most people he meets but still looks up to some people. "Tall, Dark and Handsome" is a really good phrase to use for him, would be fairly intimidating to stare up at if it wasn't for the fact he was almost always wearing a huge ass goofy smile. He is of very dark skin and can often times be a little hard to see in conditions of low light if not for the bright yellow trim to most of his clothing as a homeage to the name his parents gave him.

Blaine was given his name after being born with striking yellow eyes like a cat's, often mistaked for a sign of being a Faunus, but he is in fact human.  The trait of yellow eyes gives him an extra sense of unsettlingness. Genetically nobody is really sure where they came from, but it is suggested it has something to do with his rather strong soul shown through a rather strong and versatile semblance. Others see that as silly, considering Blaine breaks down rather easily when the buttons are pressed right.

Other than that he has fairly pleasant, round features making him seem somewhat boyish when his face isn't contorted to a strong negative emotion. His hair is rather short on the sides but is stacked curl on top of curl on the top of his head, especially where his bangs are that he has constantly styled up and to the side giving his hair an appearance of a black, whispy fog.

When it comes to clothes he's often seen dressed in all black clothing that has been trimmed heavily with bright yellow designs, almost like runes or some dead language, twirling about and almost glowing in the sunlight. Sometimes the yellow patterns are in the shapes of clouds, tree branches, or other things in nature. Regardless of the designs he sports on his clothes one can often be mesmerized or lost in the patterns if they stare too long. He actually gets most of his clothes from his grandma who has nothing better to do than to sew her grandson beautiful clothes. If someone were to rip an especially important piece of clothing he'll often fly into a fit of rage.



Personality: Blaine can be somewhat campy and sarcastic, and at other times perverted and a little desperate. He's a generally fun dude to be around but some more uptight or regal individuals would find him rather annoying to be around and a lot of such people disregard him as some societal deviant who doesn't deserve their time of day. 

His rather humorous and happy-go-lucky nature masks a much more deeply serious and philosophical person, but being too serious depresses Blaine so he likes to spice things up every now and then to keep himself from getting bored. When in a fight he can grow really quiet and sometimes cold and calculating, but will still crack a joke or two when appropriate.

Blaine is also a rather needy extrovert, and needs to constantly be within arm's reach of a friend or a group of people in order to maintain his composure. When this is not possible he will often implode on himself and experience depression. As loneliness continues he'll grow cold and angry and show a side of himself that isn't very pleasant. On solo hunting missions it creates a Blaine that can be needlessly ruthless

Aspiration: Blaine has already succeeded in becoming a hunter, he doesn't know what he's really supposed to do now. He expects that just fighting till his last breath to protect his nation and those families in it will be enough for him, but at times he wonders if he's meant for something more, or for someone else.

Fears: Being completely alone in the world with nobody to count on or trust

Ethics: Blaine sees the world through the lens of "love." If something does not line up with his idea of what love is then he disapproves of it. Love to Blaine is much more of a spiritual concept that an emotion between two people, which leads to some people not quite understanding his views.

History: 
Blaine grew up in a small town in the middle of pretty much nowhere. The place was rich with culture and crawling with history and relics of the older civilizations scattered about underground and amidst the woods. Ever since Blaine was a kid he idolized the hunters that guarded the inhabitants of the town and would watch them at the edge of town, sparring or laughing with their friends. The town hunters grew to love Blaine and his dorky nature and often told him of their stories. Being so enthralled with them he decided at a very young age he was to be a hunter.

So with his decision made, Blaine worked every day to train his physical body for the challenge. He'd pick up tree limbs and use them as swords, move boulders twice his size by using more of his wits than his strength, he even scaled massive trees and hung out in the branches mid-day in the shade of the leaves, napping his cares away.

Blaine's parents were always worried about him, they didn't want to lose their son to the hateful creatures of Grimm that crawled along the world. Blaine never took much care for such worries, if he died he'd die in glory and not without spilling some blood to be sent off in like a boat on a gory red sea. His grandfather often spurred him on much to his parent's dismay, boasting about how his grandson was to be a hunter like he had been back in his glory days. 

One day a year before he was to head off to Beacon, he was sleeping in one of his trees and lost track of time. Evening rapidly enveloped the town and night fell, the light of the moon waking him up as it shone just right amongst the darkness. As he came to the waking world he could hear crunching and screaming below, the clang of metal and the smell of gunpowder struck at his senses like sledgehammers.

Dropping to the ground from the tree he found that his town had been over-run by a large heard of grimm. Without thinking he dashed off to the house of his parents, praying to whatever gods there were that they were alright, but as luck would have it he would be an orphan from that day on. The shillouette of his grandfather was the firt thing that came into sight when he neared his house. Slumped against a massive greatsword that had once been his weapon, his grandfather was panting, trying to gorge his lungs with air, but failing as his breath puffef out his lips as he sobbed. Blaine's grandfather had been too late as well, the house had been one of the first to be destroyed by the enslaught. 

Blaine blamed himself for his parent's death every day after that, but was never able to come to the realization that he did nothing wrong and that no blame was on him, he has to insist that he could have at least saved one of them. He promised to his grandparents that he would become a hunter if not to do anything but avenge his parents, blood for blood, and protect as many families as possible from the horror the grimm were capable of.

He was never quite stable after those events, and when feelings of loneliness start inking in he relives that night over and over in his mind.


Semblance: A wind-based semblance that creates high speed winds in an area around Blaine whenever he moves, when focused the semblance can produce vacuum waves which cut at whatever they're aimed at, the semblance is unusable when motionless.

Combat Style: Blaine's style is to counter-act any attack that is focused at him and will use a combination of his semblance and his dual-katars to deflect the attack away from him. To see him as a primarily defensive fighter would be a disadvantage to an opponent, however, due to his natural high speed and reaction time giving him adequate offensive capabilities.

Weapon: Dual push daggers, rather simple for a hunter. His weapons do not double as a long ranged weapon due to his semblance allowing him to create vacuum waves with his katars to hit from a distance.


Non-Combat skills: Blaine is a highly skilled musician by using his wind semblance to create different pitches by sliding the air along various surfaces or through various tubes, he does so while dancing as his semblance requires movement, which creates a rather awesome spectacle to behold at times. He's also pretty good at getting under people's skin or into their good graces.

Deficiencies: Despite being a wonderful musician he cannot actually sing, he can not take a hit, being rather weak when it comes to brute defensive capabilities, and if it wasn't obvious he cannot fight in water.

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