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Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Thinking about it again, I can swap J or F if needed.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Name: Fir Juneau
Race: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio:

Fir Juneau is the young daughter of the chief designer and founding member of Gruppe Juneau, a company of moderate size that produces electronics and small arms under a philosophy that aims to protect the common man. Unlike other companies that enjoy success in their own markets, Gruppe Juneau no longer employs Faunus labor or even a large human workforce for an industrial company of their size. Seeing a Faunus work force as increasingly troublesome in the face of violence by the White Fang, the Juneau family retooled their factories to mechanized labor, laying off a large portion of their workforce, and coming under controversy in their own, special way.

The Juneau family, while manufacturers of weapons for the common people, also hail from a line of huntsmen and huntresses. Nearly every member of the family is a hunter, and as a daughter growing up under the auspices of the main family, Fir is no exception to this rule.

Juneau can be described as a moderate person; level-headed and one that strays away from quickly picking sides in a conflict. She is however equally an opportunist as much as she is a cautious person, and will, in fact, jump in to something if she decides it benefits her in some way. She has an unflinching, energetic aura about her. It is not described as overbearing or obnoxious, but more refined and tight, like a charismatic public speaker.

Like the members of her family before her, she was sent to a renowned preparatory academy at the age of thirteen. It was at the last year of this academy that she designed her first and only weapon, a complex display of craftsmanship that is closely bound and tailored specifically with her semblance in mind.

Graduating with honors, she applied and entered Beacon.

Weapon:

Lancekravt

Appearances can be deceiving. Fir uses a sleek, metal staff of a length just above two meters. Indeed, it could be used as a cruelly effective beating stick, but it is simply the compact form of a two-mode gun barreled weapon. The Lancekravt can be folded out and by pressing a mechanical button, can extend to three meters and ten meters for its respective firing modes. At three meters, Lancekravt is an auto-cannon, capable of rapid or burst fire of small explosive shells. At ten meters, Lancekravt is a compact “gun,” capable of firing pin-point accurate artillery-like shots at a steady rate of fire.

The beauty of this weapon, however, is not in its flexible firing modes or its complex dust firing mechanism, but by the fact that it seems to have no tangible magazine.

Semblance:

Hammerspace

Hammerspace, is, for all intents and purposes, the ability to phase objects in and out of tangible existence. To an extent, it renders weight and size of objects irrelevant, such that they can be carried on Juneau’s body without being over encumbered by weight or sheer number of objects. As to where these objects exist, they would be on or around her body, but since the notion of “there” is disconnected from the notion of existing, Fir can only have a finite number of objects phased, equal to the amount that she can keep track of. To mitigate this issue, she packs large count items such as shells into larger, individual units. This ability is restricted to objects that she can pick up. For example, a bomb or a pillow can be easily phased away, but a car, tree, or large table would be far out of her range of ability.

Therein lies the ammo-less ability of Lancekravt; the lanced weapon is in fact supplied by a magazine that is temporarily phased out of perceptible reality.

Strength/Weakness:

Fir’s main strength lies in Lancekravt. With large caliber ammunition as a non-issue thanks to her semblance, her weapon provides a marked increase in firepower and sustained staying power than those of other hunters. Her skill in this regard can be considered reasonable, but much of it is academic skill and is not tried or true in battle. It remains to be seen how much this translates into real-world ability.

Unfortunately, her nature and use of her semblance leads to Juneau having a diminished Aura pool from which to draw from. While she may excel at dishing out sheer damage, she would not be able to take a fraction of the damage that she could deal out.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Yeah, I'm still working on my CS. Sorry about that.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Will post CS in the morning.

Edged Horizon

Nephenee was attending to Chad with Mr. Abe. He was alive, thank god, but the Mauritanian maid could tell her old acquaintance was in serious shape. She was no combat medic, but she knew enough of medicine that his arm was broken and his ribs likely in a similar condition. With Jeremy Eiberzental – who preferred to be called informally as Abe—the pair was able to get Chad up and his arms around their shoulders to get away from the hellish battle that Yazu continued to conduct. But they had barely moved a meter when it hit.

The first shot came expected, but unexpected nonetheless.

It soundlessly sailed over their heads.

It missed, by some miracle, hitting the ground some meters away in a deafening explosion. The shockwave that followed nearly knocked Lyra off her feet. She could hear nothing but the ringing of her ears, and knew with a grim realization that the shots were likely supersonic.

The second shot fell closer to Lyra, and she could feel the sheer depressive power of each shot even through the relative safety of her shields. She heard nothing, but she saw –it had struck Yazu dead on. But she didn’t have time to confirm her death.

The third fell from the heavens, true to its aim. It struck the center of the battleground with a terrifying force, piercing through Lyra’s powerful areal shield like a knife cutting through butter.

The fourth came forth at a shallow angle, like a cruise missile, destroying what the third had not. But Lyra didn’t know it as fact, for she was tumbling through the forested area, courtesy of the explosion of the third lance.

The battle was ended. The participants no longer existed, eviscerated by the sheer impact force of the lances, like tungsten dropped from space.

-

Lyra awoke to the unpleasant taste of blood, dirt, and leaves in her mouth. She founder herself face-down on the ground, crumpled near a tree in an unflattering position. Sitting up against the tree, she spit out the unholy concoction as she attempted to get her bearings. Lyra came to realize that she was covered in a fair bit of blood, but she wasn’t particularly injured –save for the nasty spill she took—and she could only conclude it was somebody else’s. This was confirmed soon enough when she looked up at the tree, which was met in matrimony with the pulped corpse of a person.

“Ah...”

She was very lucky to be alive, and Lyra faltered a bit when she saw this. She could only hope the person was killed instantly by the blast and was not a victim of Yazu, dying in agony before the cursed influence of the elf.

Lyra knocked herself out of her own daze as she realized she was still very much in an active situation. She could see she was about ten to fifteen meters away from where she originally stood. Fallen trees obscured the area in which the battle occurred, but there was no doubt that anybody in the radius of those attacks did not survive. Further down the slope was what seemed to be the sole surviving trio of the fight –Chad, Nephenee, and Abe. They were resting against a tree, which seemed to have provided sufficient defilade against the attacks for them to survive. But there were at least four survivors, and there were only four shots. The enemy garrison was clearly after her as the centerpiece of the raiding party, but the ungodly powerful attacks had subsided. Why did they stop?

As Lyra pondered this, something in the background of the mountain ranges caught her eye. It was the capital city of Astopol, Koestace. But it wasn’t the city that was alarming, but a large, moving object some distance away from it. A massive rift-beast. She now understood why the attacks had stopped. Their assault on the prison was but a trifling matter compared to such a beast. Dealing with it was far more important than making sure some heretic was kept locked up in jail.

The rift-beast was not in a distance to affect them yet and Lyra and whatever was left of her group was no longer a priority for the Astopolian garrison. Despite the setbacks, despite their losses, and despite the gruesome deaths, Lyra realized they might actually have a chance at accomplishing their original goal.

Lyra dusted herself off and pulled the twigs stuck to her hair away. Nephenee’s little group was in no shape to continue, so she suggested for them to return to the airship crash site, with the expectation that any other potential survivors would do the same.

She would continue on and attempt to find Rilolia and Vance, and decide what to do from there.

Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

Posting to express interest.

Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Still waiting on collab.

Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Waiting on Tatsua for collab. ; ;

Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Could be worse, there's the Borg.

Endless Worlds: Scarlet Fragments

Tatsua Aiisen said
You know, you can collab with me even if I'm sick. Just last night I wasn't in the best position.I don't understand.

Alright.

I'll try to start something tonight or tomorrow morning.

...Trying to take advantage of the crappy housing market situation in FFXIV right now. c: