[hider=Zamuri][b]Name:[/b] Zamuri Zamuri
[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider][img]http://orig07.deviantart.net/5ca4/f/2013/126/7/a/c205a_by_kutty_sark-d64avih.jpg[/img][/hider]

[b]Race:[/b] Faunus
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Affiliation:[/b] Freelance

[b]Semblance:[/b] [u]Dragon's Body[/u] Zamuri's aura is much stronger than most other people, allowing him to take much more damage than other people. In addition, he can channel part of his aura into a flame breath, though this cannot be used at the same time as his strengthened aura.

[b]Weapon:[/b] [u]Bahamut Talons[/u] Simply put, they are gauntlets with sharpened edges, allowing Zamuri to utilise slashing attacks along with grapples and punches. The wrists have mini-harpoons built in, for preventing opponents from running away.

[b]Personality:[/b] Zamuri is a man dedicated to three things. Hunting, martial arts, and drinking. He is a jovial fellow, always smiling even in the face of near certain death. Subtlety is a mystery to this man, as his default volume is what many would consider shouting. Many take this to mean that he is a simpleminded buffoon, but he is actually quite perceptive, often seeing things that others would overlook. His style of hunting is rather insane, as he likes to get in close and grapple the beast to death, even if the animal is more than twice his size. Despite being a proficient combatant, he dislikes fighting other humanoids, as he finds most pleasure in the conflict of man verses nature.

[b]Bio:[/b] While many were dragged into the war between faunus and human, Zamuri existed in one of the remote regions of the world where neither side found strategically important. The Dragon-Faunus remained ignorant of the world outside his valley, finding vast pleasure in hunting the various creatures that made their home in this inhospitable place. It was a simple life, but richly rewarding as each day he reached a new level of strength.
Unfortunately, while the remote regions might have been safe from the war, it was here that the Grimm first began their invasion. Although Zamuri relished the fight, the sheer number of the beasts forced him to retreat. For years he spent his life fleeing from the horde, surviving on what little he could scrounge up during the brief times he stopped for food.
Eventually he finally clawed his way to Fort Beacon, where he could find a respite from the constant battling and chasing. He was by no means put off fighting by the experience, but it was good to have a place where he could rest easy.

[b]Theme:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQwxKpu-HfA
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