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RWBY Grim Dawn

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RWBY Grim Dawn

Bran Brass

Appearance:


Name: Bran Brass

Age: 17

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: 186 pounds

Hair Color: Dark red

Eye Color: Red

Affiliation: Faunus Liberation Front

Semblance: Seven in one, splitting his aura seven ways he can create seven copy's of himself doing this at great risk as losing a clone removes a seventh of his aura.

Weapon:

Weapon Image

Riesen Messer- The giant's knife is rather underwhelming normally, three feet and only a foot thick. However this piece of steel hide's a few tricks. Able increase and decrease it's length it can go all the way to ten feet, earning it's name as the giant's knife.

It's second form is one even more impressive, the weaver is able to use spools of thread to move and tie up targets. Controlling these threads while requires highly skilled artisan. They can be used to move, create trip wires, and other such traps.

Skills: While he was still young he helped his mother cook and serve food in the local inn. As he grew older he helped cook and serve at the inn, at night he began helping his father mend and sew new outfits. Being the middle child and having three sisters made learning to cut hair rather important. As he learned to trim and cut his own hair to maintain a good appearance soon he was doing his sisters as well. Dancing and music are his other hobbies which have fallen somewhat to the wayside.

Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and be so well learned. He refuse's to accept things as they are and strives constantly to change things as a strong supporter of Faunus-Human relations. While coming from a poor and humble family, you wouldn't know it Bran carries himself to a high standard.

Few we would dare call Bran stuck up, he is kind and decent but can also rub elbows with the upper crust as his talent as a tailor means he understands much of upper society while living in the lower end. However Bran is stubborn and jumps at a chance to fight having little patience often tends to jump the gun even more so when someone he cares about is involved.

Bio: Born and raised in outskirts Mistral his father was a tailor and his mother ran the local inn. His mother a Deer Faunus, all of his sisters were born with attributes making them resemble their mother more than their father. Bran was born human like his father and quickly took up the same business as his father. With swift nimble fingers he was sewing by age five, by ten his father let him do repairs and make most of the simpler garments.

However, eventually the war came even to his family's inn human soldiers stormed the settlement, only thirteen he had no clue what to do. His father ordered him and his sisters to flee carrying his baby sister the four siblings set off into the woods. It was weeks before they were found a small band of Faunus warriors who had come to aid survivors, there were none to be found. Bran found his father's corpse, he had been bond and executed for falling in love with a Faunus. His mother missing spelled a fate worse than death, she had been taken to the work camps.

Bran cried out in anger, pain, and rage he hated this war. He hated humans who had started it, he would make them pay. He awoke his semblance, as one screaming child became seven the others watched while before they had been wary to accept a human boy even of mixed blood. They now eagerly saw him as powerful weapon to use in their fight, in time his sisters would too awaken there semblances. However in Mistral Bran Brass was the face of Faunus fighting outside of White Fang.

He was a human who believe in his parents dream that humans and faunus could live together in peace. With that in mind he has come Beacon to sign on and put his talents to use fighting alongside humans he once tried to kill.

Bran's Clothing

Clothing Style: Very neat and clean, everything pressed and perfect. He sews and creates all his clothes, normally he wears a very nice suit and takes great pride in his appearance. He is usually up early to make sure his hair, clothes, and body are perfectly kept, believing that looking good is part of feeling good.

RWBY Grim Dawn

@Hypnoid Just one thing I wanted to ask, for naming characters is it still to the RWBY naming rule Monty came up with?

"The rules state that names of characters in RWBY must be at least one of the following:"

-A color
-Sound like a color
-Mean a color
-Makes people think of a color

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@InfiniteEmbers A semblance runs based on Aura, Aura also protects you from lethal damage. So I would guess teleporting would drain your aura with each use. Just my thoughts, again I'm not GM.

RWBY Grim Dawn

Bran Brass

Appearance:


Name: Bran Brass

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Faunus Liberation Front

Semblance: Seven in one, splitting his aura seven ways he can create seven copy's of himself doing this at great risk as losing a clone removes a seventh of his aura.

Weapon:

Weapon Image

Riesen Messer- The giant's knife is rather underwhelming normally, three feet and only a foot thick. However this piece of steel hide's a few tricks. Able increase and decrease it's length it can go all the way to ten feet, earning it's name as the giant's knife.

It's second form is one even more impressive, the weaver is able to use spools of thread to move and tie up targets. Controlling these threads while requires highly skilled artisan. They can be used to move, create trip wires, and other such traps.

Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and be so well learned. He refuse's to accept things as they are and strives constantly to change things as a strong supporter of Faunus-Human relations. While coming from a poor and humble family, you wouldn't know it Bran carries himself to a high standard.

Few we would dare call Bran stuck up, he is kind and decent but can also rub elbows with the upper crust as his talent as a tailor means he understands much of upper society while living in the lower end. However Bran is stubborn and jumps at a chance to fight having little patience often tends to jump the gun even more so when someone he cares about is involved.

Bio: Born and raised in outskirts Mistral his father was a tailor and his mother ran the local inn. His mother a Deer Faunus, all of his sisters were born with attributes making them resemble their mother more than their father. Bran was born human like his father and quickly took up the same business as his father. With swift nimble fingers he was sewing by age five, by ten his father let him do repairs and make most of the simpler garments.

However, eventually the war came even to his family's inn human soldiers stormed the settlement, only thirteen he had no clue what to do. His father ordered him and his sisters to flee carrying his baby sister the four siblings set off into the woods. It was weeks before they were found a small band of Faunus warriors who had come to aid survivors, there were none to be found. Bran found his father's corpse, he had been bond and executed for falling in love with a Faunus. His mother missing spelled a fate worse than death, she had been taken to the work camps.

Bran cried out in anger, pain, and rage he hated this war. He hated humans who had started it, he would make them pay. He awoke his semblance, as one screaming child became seven the others watched while before they had been wary to accept a human boy even of mixed blood. They now eagerly saw him as powerful weapon to use in their fight, in time his sisters would too awaken there semblances. However in Mistral Bran Brass was the face of Faunus fighting outside of White Fang.

He was a human who believe in his parents dream that humans and faunus could live together in peace. With that in mind he has come Beacon to sign on and put his talents to use fighting alongside humans he once tried to kill.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Mayhew took his blade giving it a quick spin as he looked towards the first approaching footman he stepped forward twisting his body as the soldier's lance struck air where he had once been. Spinning back towards the enemy he his head off with a clean blow before moving to stand in front of Azure. "I'll keep them off your back, deal with him and get the girl out of here." He spoke in a tone more commanding than asking, he was no noble but he knew enough of how to deny the enemy a target.

Mayhew slashed any who dared approached with his rather dancing like style, he moved back taking a position Tomoe as brought a hand back. "Ancestor's blessing, I call forth your power! Open the gate and bring forth a servant!" He cried out tossing out five beads of which drew lines between each other before creating a gate to summon the warrior through. "You want to harm the girl! Get through me! I doubt even a dozen of you could match my blade!" He laughed striking out at them, ignoring the peril caught up in thrill of battle.

RWBY: Grim Dawn

Interested.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@Eisenhorn Been playing all evening. I love it, though I have yet to buy any units trying to save up orbs.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Mayhew

Mayhew paused staring down the cliff edge, he'd been taking the path downward he noticed two people surround below him. He strained to see them through there demands of the larger party could be heard quite clearly it seemed as if they intended to harm the young woman below. He stopped to think for a moment, if he should dive headlong into this herd of enemies to protect- Never mind, lightning struck the warrior in the lead as a tactician stepped out into the clearing, that tore it.

Jumping down cleaving his blade into the stone he slid down the surface before ripping the blade free landing before accosting soldiers, turning his head back towards those he was rescuing. He stared at the girl, she was not human and the man the young king of Archanea, Azure. Spinning his sword he cracked his neck with grin as he stepped up to the army. "My name's Mayhew Theodonis... You might also know by what Varjo's bandits call me... The protector."

He stepped towards them with a half mad grin, the other half pure delight. "So who wants to test his steel against a proper soldier?" He looked next to the tactician giving a curt nod, letting him know he'd take orders if it came to a battle. Stabbing his blade into the ground he withdrew a Razelian coin flipping it idly as he waited for the soldiers reaction.