Eisenhorn

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

@PaulHaynek

Ahh. oops? Excuse me while I go alter the last paragraph of the post!

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

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Ansgar had fallen into chatting idly with some other Faunus students while the tall girl had went looking to see if she could spar with him as well now, though he missed all of that, being out of ear shot of the whole discussion between the two. When Orenz raised his voice, announcing the purpose and intent of the arena being to train and help others train, and to not let it escalate to anything beyond that, the raven faunus chuckled a bit, arms linked behind his head casually. While he wasn't laughing at the instructor, far from it, being the receiving end of just such a thing sparking off was, well, hard to describe. Interesting, though, since it seemed that Mr. Broody had shown his hand in being fueled by rage. Useful to know, though that would make sparring matches for the purposes of training tricky, since once his partner did something to infuriate him, that could set things off rather quickly.

"Sure thing Teach, won't go ruffling my feathers over it at any rate." Chuckling at his own bad joke, the arrival of Headmaster Cobal certainly got people's attention. Grinning a bit more sheepishly as the Headmaster pretty much pointed out him and Mr. Broody, he gave a sort of 'what can you do' sort of shrug in response, having no intentions of changing how he acted just because someone got pissed off with him. Besides, when Ms. Goldilocks stepped in before his sparring match started, she had been looking for no holding back. No sense disappointing an audience then, even at the expense of a sparring partner. When the Headmaster mentioned heading out, Mr. Broody and Ms. Giantess spoke up one after the other, both volunteering for the mission. Suppressing the urge to laugh while he spoke, he also stepped forward and volunteered.

"Well, I could certainly use the opportunity to stretch my legs and head out on a field trip. Besides, a friendly little team building exercise is just what we could use right now, I would bet!" Of course, Ansgar was putting as much friendliness into his tone as he could get away with, hands moving to the pockets of his long coat, continuing to smile and be generally happy. Especially if it was an irritant for certain parties involved, someone needed to learn to reign in their temper after all. That, and with the end of sparring so early, he did have some energy to burn, but whether he would be sent out with those two or not remained to be seen.

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

Jerod Staudinger

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"As I said, gladiator, lead by example!" Wrenching the silver blade out of the dying Gladiator, he watched the Varjans falter and seem to stumble without the guidance and reassurance of their oh so invincible leader. Terrible way to lead, the sellsword considered with disdain, if an army is so readily bested because its head was lost, it should not bring about an air of its mightiest leaders fight at the front. Turning away, he quickly went to assist the Princeling who had loaned him his sword, ducking forward to carve a bloody path through the breaking warriors. Once they started routing, he scanned and saw his sword, the rapier laying near where the Gladiator had lost his own swords, and grabbed it before running after the rest of the retreating group, knowing damn well he would have to give the silver sword back to the princeling once things had calmed down.

Once they found themselves well and truly clear of what was going on in the pass, Jerod looked over those present as the chatter began. The Elibean princeling wanted to go try and talk his parents out of declaring war on the Dwarves, the Askr royalty intended to head home and try to prevent war declarations from their country, several others wanted to try and track down the root cause of this, and the Merchant was going to, unsurprisingly, profit off the war. While his business sense told him to go with Anna, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had business in Elibe. His family would be getting involved, and the last thing he really needed was to cross paths with them out in the world as it tore itself apart in war, oh no, if he was going to find himself dealing with them again, it would be on his terms. First though, he returned the silver sword to the Askr prince who had loaned it to him. "Thanks for the loaner, even if you would be better served carrying two shields and just fighting with those."

A joke, but with that Jerod turned and approached the Elibean Prince Jarde, arms resting on his hips as he spoke to him plainly. "If your going back to Elibe to convince them not to go to war, you'll need help that knows how that place works. I've got...some people that owe me money in Elibe, so I can cut you a discount on my sword arm this time. Folks owing me money and dying before paying is bad for business, after all. Believe it or not, I'm familiar enough with how the royalty acts in Elibe I can lend a hand there, all part of the services I offer in this case." Not like he would be getting any Dwarven coin at this point, he silently lamented, but he presented his case to the Prince, and hoped that he wouldn't be recognized as a Staudinger, not yet. Burn that bridge later, the fewer prying ears that can leak that information back home, the better.

@PaulHaynek

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

I'm good post wise at the moment, Ansgar is in a good spot.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

@DSquiggs Sorry for the delay on the older hunter, but allow me to introduce a certain motor mouth's father.

Old Man Argenti

An old hand at hunting at this point, it often shows outside of a fight. Despite standing at an imposing 6'8" and weighing in at 230lbs, he often slumps against the cane he has on him, and does not need in the slightest, even with the fact he can carry around his rather imposing weapon Bratach with no loss of agility. His silver hair has begun losing its luster, becoming a duller grey in nature, and beneath the mask he wears one of his eye sockets is empty. The other shares a crystal blue eye, long accustomed to being his only remaining ability to see, even if his other senses have heightened to compensate him for his loss of half his vision.

Reference

-Name-
Jerod Argenti

-Age-
58

-Species-
Human

-Aura Color-
Grey

-Semblance-
Weight of the World
Jerod's semblance revolves around manipulating the gravity of himself and other close by entities. Those with Auras can resist the effects rather easily, even with the long years of practice that the older Hunter has, meaning that the target either has to not have an Aura or accept the effects of the Semblance. While this could be as simple as reducing its effects, allowing him to jump higher or even invert it to soften impacts, his imagination is the limit. Walk up a wall, stand on the ceiling, send a Grimm plummeting through the floor of a building, and other examples could go on for quite some time. Of course, he has to be able to see what he wishes to apply his Semblance to, himself excluded, or otherwise be familiar enough with the object or person in question to be able to reliably alter their personal gravity. This can also be taxing on both himself and those under its effects, as altering the gravity of someone who has spent their entire lives under one constant tends to be jarring at best. Maintaining such an effect is also draining, and while he can maintain it longer than he ever could in his youth, keeping it up for too long is still a bad idea.

-Weapon-
Bratach
Originally constructed at the earliest days of the Hunters, the massive smooth bored cannon was designed for sheer, unrepentant destruction at the cost of any semblance of flexibility or effectiveness outside of a short to mid range. Having dug the thing up during his youth, before becoming a Hunter, Jerod rebuilt the weapon into something more suitable to modern hunting of Grimm. Mainly, besides adding rifling to the barrel to fix the range problem, he replaced the rusted metal and half rotted wood with modern materials while maintaining its original aesthetic. In its restored form, the Bratach acts as the result of taking an anti material rifle to its logical extreme, requiring reloading after each shot and recoiling painfully, even with recoil dampeners inside the main framework of the rifle portion of the weapon.

When pressed into melee, the stock forms the hilt for a longsword, which is deceptively light compared to when it is sheathed and performing its role as a stock. In theory, someone could still fire the rifled cannon without the stock, but in most cases not only would accuracy suffer greatly, but would likely injure the person trying such a frankly stupid stunt. In regards to ammunition, the Bratach technically can use and has conventional rounds, though Jerod almost exclusively uses a modified version of the original Dust infused ammunition, namely altering the rounds to take advantage of the rifling, it was original designed to prototype. One last touch he personally added was the hilt of the longsword has a slot for a dust canister, the very same system that his son uses and, in fact, Jerod helped him figure out how the system worked and, in theory, how to construct his own version. As such, dust canisters can be loaded to coat the blade in dust and, from there, create a variety of effects, his personal favorite being fire dust for obvious reasons.

-Other Equipment-
Besides the pouches full of ammunition, Jerod has his cane that, while not at all necessary, is still something he has grown rather fond of. While he doesn't carry the full set, he has a set of tools meant for building and repairing the signature weapons of Hunters and Huntresses.

-History-
Jerod has a surprising lack of unique events in his past, having been the son of a scientist and Archeologist, the two commonly having worked together and ended up caring enough to sire a son. Though he would eagerly tag along with them, going on various digs and eventually finding an abandoned Hunter weapon, which he found alongside some notes on its purpose, though nothing else. It sparked a flame in him, one that would never die down despite his parents attempting to dissuade him otherwise. He would spend day and night restoring and upgrading the weapon over the span of years, learning the hard way such a complex prototype should have been well and truly beyond him. Yet he didn't let it slow him down, and once he was 18, he attended the Shade Academy to become a Hunter.

Jerod always would remember his time at Shade fondly, remarking on his team with a wistful smile and the general shenanigans that they tended to get themselves involved with. Though he certainly picked up his lack of formal style there, and found the same style of attire that he would wear up through his mid to late fifties, he also developed a rather precise, military approach to hunting Grimm. Mitigate risk, maximize reward, and all with as little input as possible. He learned that working alongside Faunus tended to actually be preferable to working alongside fellow humans, and he quickly learned that the racism instilled in him by his parents was not only wrong, but a serious problem in the world.

Graduating from Shade, Jerod would head out to attempt to prevent Grimm populations from ever growing large enough to attack fringe settlements, working alongside other like minded Hunters and supporting personnel to do just that. It would be at this point he would meet his wife, Lashiel, and was immediately struck with her poise. It helped that she laid him flat on his ass due to a misunderstanding on their first meeting, and they would eventually, though temporarily, retire to a larger city once it became known to them that Lashiel was pregnant with their firstborn, who they agreed to name Ansgar on the way to their city life, named after Lashiel's brother, who had died under unusual circumstances. He was 37 when Ansgar was born, and the next 18 years would be spent raising the boy, with the help of his wife.

While Ansgar's story is told elsewhere, Jerod did a lot to prepare him for a potentially hostile world. Teaching his son everything he knew about hand to hand fighting, the aging Hunter couldn't help but be proud when told of his son beating bullies senseless, though he vehemently disagreed with his son's choice to run with a gang of Faunus for awhile. He didn't hold him at arms length when Ansgar came to his senses though, forgiving him and making it a lesson learned. Once Ansgar was eighteen, Jerod had to depart on Hunter business once again, having done what he could to prepare his son for the future in the world on his own. With the breaking of the Calm, Jerod's wife also departed to help at field hospitals and the like, responding to Grimm attacks. Knowing that the remaining Hunter's were not enough, and hearing of the new Beacon academy, Jerod set off to help instruct and prepare a new generation of Hunters. He was, surprisingly, unaware that his son had also went there to follow in his footsteps.

-Personality-
Considering how his son acts on a regular basis, one has to wonder whether or not Jerod is his biological father or not. A reserved, polite individual, he has no problem holding a conversation while, at the same time, he won't just talk for talks sake. He is stern and stoic towards all but two people in the world, that being his beloved wife, for whom he would go to the ends of the world and further if need ebe, and his son though, while he is proud of him as much as any father would be, they don't always see eye to eye. Outside of these two, he retains the same calm front and even when in the thick of a fight with someone, will show them due respect so long as they don't cross one of his lines.

The first being racism, considering Jerod's wife and son are both raven Faunus, he will firmly and grimly put someone in their place if they prove to be a racist, regardless of whether they are a faunus racist towards humans or a human racist towards faunus. He is a firm believer in teaching someone how to protect themselves rather than protect them directly, citing an age old adage of 'Feed a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, he eats for the rest of his life.' Of course, he will still step in and put himself in harms way for someone who cannot protect themselves, but he will seek to rectify such things once its safe.

The second line is his family, whether that is hurting them, threatening them, or otherwise thinking that they could be used as leverage over Jerod. He reacts extremely poorly to threats to his family, this being his only berserk button, and then it becomes clear where his son learned to fight as dirty as he does. There is nearly no limit, no boundary, when going after someone who threatened or hurt his family, though he does draw the line at innocent bystanders. He won't make it quick either, drawing out someone's punishment as an example to anyone else who might come after Jerod or his own. And considering how long he has been doing this, he can be extremely creative.

-Fighting Style-
Economy of motion and action, would be the best way to describe Jerod's approach to fighting these days. Finish a fight as quickly as possible, with as little expended energy as possible, and in regards to Grimm or those that cross his second line, anything goes. Whether that means ambushing a Grimm from a distance with a well placed shot with his rifle, or gutting it up close, he doesn't waste any more time or energy then is needed to finish a fight with the Grimm. Using long years of experience, he tends to know the tactics for taking on most Grimm that were encountered both before and after the Calm broke.

Much like his son, Jerod is even more dangerous than his son is in unarmed hand to hand, thanks to both his Semblance, oddly not shared with his son, and long years of experience and hard learning. While he taught his son a great deal, all he knew, Jerod has the experience and size to employ the techniques with far more brute force than his son, though he is hardly anywhere near as quick to employ dirty fighting tactics.

-Other-
Jerod is a self taught savant in regards to Hunter and Huntress weapons, quick to pick out their purpose and intent once observing them in use. If given time with them and his tools, he could readily

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

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"Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh friend?" Ansgar grinned like a madman when his knee connected solidly, even if the majority of the students couldn't see precisely how he had been able to bring his opponent down to their knees rather swiftly. Dancing backwards from the blind swings thrown at him, he kept that grin on his face as his opponent rose and started stumbling off, and he spun the revolvers as the bayonets retracted, holstering them snugly and letting his hands resting on the pistol grips. Fittingly, his angry foe seemed to be unable to let the fight just end considering he had turned and walked away, charging him with a massive surge of rage and energy, swings wild and obvious, and he bobbed and weaved, not even bothering to strike back. Let him dig himself into his own grave, figuratively of course.

"Aww, I might take this a tad more seriously if you actually could land a solid hit!" Much like the faunus watching with the instructor realized, his chatter was as much distraction and getting under the skin of his foe as it was simply that he enjoyed talking and running his mouth. With this human? It was working wonderfully, even if it had pushed his foe into breaking the rules of the sparring match, but rules only worked if all parties agreed to abide by them. Putting a steady amount of space between him and the opponent who had switched his baseball bat over to a shotgun, and kept smirking. His hands were resting on his revolvers, eyes having taken on a blue glint as his own Semblance kicked in, acting out of self defense at this point. For him, everything was moving almost painfully slowly, the shouting from Teach, though once he saw that the Faunus instructor would intervene in time, he cut his Semblance off. It was taxing at the best of times, doubly so when he had to physically act under it, so it was quietly appreciated he didn't have to react under his own Semblance.

"That was fun, wasn't that fun folks? I think that went fairly well, all things considered." For someone facing down a rage fueled human trying to put a rather gaping hole in him with a charged shotgun blast, Ansgar was acting rather relaxed about the whole situation. All in stride, far as the raven Faunus was concerned, and it was just how he usually operated, and considering his casual stance as he strode off the arena and hopped down, he appeared to have put it behind him. He was rather curious if Teach's comment on that being enough for today meant fights in general, or just their fight. It'd be a shame he he couldn't get a good look at some of the other student's fighting styles, but oh well, he at least had a handle on Mr. Tall, dark, and broody who was now sulking off his defeat and scolding. As for Ansgar, he would likely wander about the students present, chattering to whomever was unfortunate enough to find themselves stuck listening to him.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

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"Someone's impatient!" Ansgar raised an eyebrow briefly, taking the broody lad's tactic into consideration. Meet him head on then, and step inside his attacks. Better against larger weapons than the equivilent of paired daggers considering he wasn't firing off ranged attacks yet. The movement of the bat was caught in his peripheral vision, and Ansgar wasted no time in reacting accordingly. Ducking down just enough to let the bat nearly brush his hat, and bobbing back to lunge forward again, he used this rising momentum to throw an uppercut with his right hand. Taking advantage of his feinted thrust, he had flipped the revolver in his right hand to hold it by the grip proper, but with the barrel and bayonet aligned back along his arm.

"Seems we don't have a good grasp on the concept of personal space, eh?" The uppercut was there to get his attention, as was his continued prattling, though the real danger was the fact his right knee was snapping forward with an upward rise, lending momentum to the uppercut but, more importantly, aiming to land a solid blow right to his foes groin. Sure, it was dirty fighting, but there was no such thing as a fair fight as far as the raven Faunus was concerned. Even if he didn't connect the blow, he could turn the blow into a shoulder check, slamming his momentum straight into his opponent. The plan was to throw him off balance and limit his range of motion. He didn't need nearly as much room to work up the momentum for his blades and punches to do their work as the bat would, and he would take advantage of that gladly.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

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"Aww, does that mean you don't like my chatter? Shame, I rather enjoy it myself really. It'll grow on you, cross my heart and hope to die." Ansgar rebuked the remark of shutting up as the young man joined him on the stage and, despite his chatter, took a quick look over him to get a sizing up. Bit taller than him, wielded a baseball bat, based off his tone and stance the aggressive sort that didn't take kindly to, well, just about anything really. Cocky too, considering his opening statement, and he grinned as the challenger kept his left hand on his weapon. Casually drawing his paired revolvers, he spun them rapidly and made an act out of it, catching them in a grip that, if it wasn't for the bayonet blades that were currently jutting out beneath the barrel of each, would have looked rather odd for pistols. Grinning, he offered a low bow, eyes never leaving his opponent.

"To the victor, nothing outside of bragging rights really. Not even those, considering the restrictions. Let's see if you can actually shut me up, tall, dark, and broody." Rising up, he reckoned the opening move would be his, and crossed the gap between them in a fast blitz, showing he was as fast in movement as he was running his mouth. He would feint a strike from his right hand bayonet, seeing if he could bait out his opponent into a guard or otherwise act. He had to gauge what his opponent would do, combat wise, and then go from there. Might as well rile him up too, anger clouded the judgement after all, and he already seemed rather willing to get heated over mindless chatter and banter.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

I can certainly make an older Hunter fellow, got someone in mind actually. I'll try and have his CS done tonight or tomorrow @DSquiggs.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

"C'mon mate, give 'em a good drumming!" Some of the students and relatively new arrivals might have been watching quietly or respectfully, but at the fore of the group, Ansgar stood, hands linked behind his head as he called out and made remarks on the two fighting. The Faunus, despite his general attitude and posture, was in fact either shorter or on equal height to most of the students standing around watching the fight. Before he had learned how to use his Aura, or even realize he had a Semblance, he had gotten into his fair share of scraps, so fighting without the stuff wasn't as foreign to him as some. Of course, if he had a say in the matter, he wouldn't restrain himself, but the powers that be declared the rules for the day, so he would abide by them. No semblances or Dust, boring as that was, but he wouldn't complain too loudly about it. Besides, he could chatter about such things, and when the one Faunus girl stepped in, having arrived with the one instructor, Orenz if he remembered right, he leaned back and remarked on her taking charge to the nearby students.

"Well, talk about lighting a fire under their arses, eh? Least they're scrapping right proper now." After watching the two laugh off their fight and get pats on the back all around, the fight once Whats her Name, Ansgar cursing his terrible memory with names once again, the classic three words came up, throwing down the gauntlet and waiting to see which two students would take up the gauntlet next. After a moment of no one stepping up, he chuckled and swung his arms back to his sides, coming to rest in his jacket pockets as he started for the stage.

"I'll take that dance Teach, question is though..." With a loose grin, he stepped spryly onto the arena, moving to its center after it was vacated and spun, letting his jacket billow behind him, revealing both the lack of a shirt underneath and the twin revolver grips tucked snugly into their holsters as he came to a halt, arms now spread wide like he was offering someone come join him. His voice carried a borderline teasing, but whimsical tone as he spoke, giving everyone an apparent idea of who they were dealing with.

"Who's gonna give poor ol' me the honor of being my partner, eh? Can't tango with only one person, and I promise I won't step on your toes! Well, not too much anyways. Haven't actually learned formal dancing, mind you, so our definitions of too much might not agree right away..." Odds were, he would keep rambling until someone gave him a reason to shut up, considering how much he seemed to like the sound of his own voice at this point.