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[quote=Midori Yoake][color=lightgreen]“Nothing a little modification and elbow grease can't fix, let's go!”[/color][/quote][/center]
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[color=lightgreen][b]Name[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori Yoake[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Age[/b][/color]
[indent]17[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Race[/b][/color]
[indent]Human[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Nationality[/b][/color]
[indent]Mistrali[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Physical Description[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori is a bit of an odd young man, especially compared to his peers who have made it this far as prospective huntsmen and huntresses. Standing only at 5'7" tall, even after puberty, the thin young man does not do much to actively inspire awe or confidence. With a lean frame and rough crop of reddish hair doesn't really help distract from his stunningly emerald green eyes, even resting behind his glasses as they do (The glasses are purely aesthetic, and a matter of comfort for the young man). His attire is usually some sort of working clothes and his headset, something that helps him keep deaf to his surroundings when he's trying to work on his latest scheme or modification, almost always wearing gloves of some variety. A pair of cargo pocketed slacks and work boots round out his general appearance when not, uncomfortably, in some sort of uniform. The long jacket he wears is a curious mix between an all weather working jacket and lab coat, and is an inherited item his mother used to wear almost religiously, given to him as a parting gift by his father before he departed for academy life and valued unusually highly.[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Characterization[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori is the kind of young man who, in spite of life leading up to this point, has the kind of bloody minded determination that could shake up entire power structures if he could only focus on a single task for that long.

The son of a weapon smith and a merchant, the young lad decidedly inherited a curious combination of his parent's outlooks. He has his mother's obsessive tendencies with anything that catches his eye, be it the latest weapon crafting techniques, a person who just will not explain something, or otherwise obsesses over things. He also has his father's razor sharp attention to detail and awareness, hidden behind an, albeit somewhat true, mask of airheaded nature and easily distractable, and excitable, persona. He's not a hard kid to get along with, though once he gets started talking good luck getting him to shut up short of physically clamping his mouth shut. He approaches every task that catches his fancy with the kind of passion one might approach their magnum opus, throwing himself fully into a task without a moment of reservation or a shred of restraint. He also is nigh impossible to dampen the spirits of, always grinning and looking at the bright side of things. He does this to hide his personal feelings on his lot in life, of course, but he tries not to acknowledge that too often.

Midori does feel slighted that, just because of his parent's status, he had to fight so hard, tooth and nail, and metaphorically beg, and literally borrow and steal, to get where he is now. The fact someone who's capable is ignored because of their status rankles him hard, and he doesn't take well to people trying to throw their status around, especially granted from being born to the 'right' family, very well. It's really the biggest and easiest way to get him pissed off instead of his usual happy go lucky self, and something he'll feel awful about later, though he won't speak up about it to anyone. If he can't make it work on his own, by his own hands and power, he needs to figure out how he will or he doesn't deserve it.[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Backstory[/b][/color]
[indent] Midori was born to a lower class family, his father a peddler and owner of a small pawn shop while his mother was an, albeit illicit, weapons manufacturer. They met during a deal and, well, hit it off somehow. His father was sharp as the blades his wife forged, and the young man spent as much time running around the family shop helping out as he did in his mother's workshop, learning about the mechanisms and devices that made weapons tick, from the humblest knife to the most complex of hunter's weapons that she created. He learned about Huntsman and Huntresses through their weapons, and was obsessed. People from all walks of life who could make a real difference, and strike a path that ignored their pasts? He wanted to run straight off to the nearest school and apply, though both his parents tried to temper this.

Frankly, they lacked the funds to put him through a preparatory schooling. Between his mother, [color=f7976a]Yuki Yoake[/color], and her work getting short changed since she refused to sign on with one of the major crime syndicates, and his father, [color=f7976a]Hanto Yoake[/color], similarly refusing to operate as a fence and try to do honest business, they could ill afford such expenses. So Midori decided to do it himself, gathering favors with odd jobs and doing what he could with the combination of his father's cleverness and his mother's ingenuity, all the while building his own Huntsman weapon. Now, the fact that much of the parts and components, far higher quality than he could ever afford, came from...less than reputable means was something his parents pretended not to notice while helping the young boy out with his dreams. He avoided getting strung into one of the syndicates, fortunately, and even saved up enough from doing odd jobs and working all the hours of the day alongside his parents to even secure himself a spot in one of the preparatory schools. Meanwhile he never noticed the extra funding his parents seemed to come up with, or the light meals on their plates when all three could sit down for dinner.

When he was sixteen, Midori would receive his mother's jacket before she departed for a long haul job, that would take several years to finish before she returned. Both her husband and son would miss her dearly, but supported her fully as she departed for Atlas to assist with weapons contracts that a company she was hired by was responsible for. The up front payment was enough to help finalize Midori's tuition and weapon project, and with his father assisting where he could, he would continue to do everything in his power to try and make it into the Haven Academy, no matter who or what got in his way. He did make enemies in the process, people who wanted to put his skills to a more pragmatic use since they could never get his mother on their side. Between his father's sharp eyes and intuition and Midori's own efforts he avoided the pitfalls of tricky offers and the life he managed to navigate through both his own, as they say, legally gray dealings and efforts as well as those trying to poach or headhunt the talented young man for uses beyond being a huntsman of any sort or variety. 

Sure, Midori would find his father seeing off fellows of questionable appearance and character on more than one occasion, something he was always told was just business and nothing to worry about, and to focus on his studies, but the young man juggled attending a certain school in Kuchinashi as well as helping out with his father and his shop, the young Midori kept himself busy and focused in spite of his wandering mind, all for the purpose of getting accepted to Haven when the time finally came.[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Semblance[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori's Semblance, discovered in the workshop alongside his mother, is something he calls [color=lightgreen]Artificial Augmentation[/color] in which the young man can amplify the effectiveness of something that has been created or otherwise manufactured. From a combat perspective, weapons hit harder and more precisely, and can take more abuse, while from a mundane perspective anything he handles seems to just function better. From better reception during communication, more reliable transports, and just better tools, right now Midor has no significant control over this, able to prevent it activating on a hostile piece of equipment but only barely. Whenever it begins to impact something, it leaves a thin green outline around the item in question. With time and practice it could likely extend further than whatever he is in direct contact with, perhaps as well as focusing and improving single items even further.[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Weapon & Fighting Style[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori's hand crafted weapon of choice is something he named simply as [color=lightgreen]Promise[/color] is a heavy duty 'rifle', though the constant tinkering and modification has trouble meeting that definition at times. In its ranged form it is a long arm, using a falling block lever action to lock hand loaded cartridges into place before firing, which the barrel itself can be twisted to either engage or remove rifling inside the length of the weapon. This allows for both shotgun loads as well as standard rifle cartridges, standard as the massive bore would be considered of course. The ranged form also has a curved bayonet mounted, which forms the blade of the weapon's melee form, a naginata. It cannot be fired in its melee form, however, meaning that there are times its better for him to simply fight with it in its ranged form using the bayonet.

The young man fights like a street rat, meaning anything goes and there is no such thing as fair play. Ambushes, blows beneath the belt, handfuls for the eyes, anything goes when it comes to fighting. Midori doesn't exactly enjoy fighting other people, preferring to face Grimm and the real threat that they pose, but his combat pragmatism was drilled into him by his parents as well as his instructors to the point that its practically second nature and he really doesn't think about it, putting it at odds with his general demeanor and personality overall. With the naginata he focuses on outlasting his opponent, using range and deep cuts to, possibly literally, bleed a threat dry before delivering a coup de grace, while at range its the opposite, looking to end a fight in a single, thunderous roar of custom tooled cartridges being discharged towards whatever is being aimed at.[/indent]
[color=lightgreen][b]Intangibles[/b][/color]
[indent]Midori is clever to almost a fault, and just slightly less aware of his surroundings, constantly processing and gathering information without really thinking about it. He's fast to pick up on whenever something is off or doesn't seem right overall, or even when something just isn't operating right. His generally friendly demeanor and non threatening height and build helps him sort of slip by relatively unnoticed when putting his mind to it. He's a surprisingly shrewd merchant and brings a lot of experience and knowledge, having spent his entire life learning or practicing something or another, lacking the ability to simply ever sit on his laurels and just idle for even a few days. He also picked up his mother's skill with weapons, a quick and deft hand in getting damaged ones working and offering advice on improving them as well, should he find himself with allies who could use the help.

His obsessive demeanor at times can be off putting, however, and make it difficult to actually get Midori to focus on what's important if he latches onto the wrong thing. Add in a stubborn determination and it can be difficult to get him to back down or calm down when it matters. He tends to try and look at the bright side of things, even when its not exactly the wisest or most useful thing to do, which could lead to missing things. The higher status someone is, or more importantly acts, the harder it is for him to get along with nicely. He tries, but its difficult for him to stomach nobles and other high ranking people that flaunt and think being born into such things make people naturally better than others, something he's quick to argue over and, for a lack of better terms, call out.[/indent]
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