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The House of Powers

Ey. its all good. I figure this is already filled so dont worry about it.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Chamoisee Lacaune

Name: Chamoisee Lacaune
Nicknames: Chami
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Faunus. Sheep.
Face: Very thin and somewhat effeminate with a pointed chin. There is a small beauty mark beneath his left eye, though that’s a somewhat minor feature compared to the long droopy cream colored ears framing his face or the tiny horns poking out from his forehead. ‘Suffers’ from a bad case of resting bitch face.
Hair: Tightly curled cream colored hair. Tends to keep it short due to its tendency to fro out.
Eyes: Green
Skin: Olive skinned.

Frame: Chami is a rather coltish young man. Tall and thin, though not having quite grown in the muscles needed to balance out his lankiness.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 145 lb (65.8 kg)

Personality: Chami is a soft spoken person who is a bit…sheepish, if you would. He finds it a monumental task to converse with people and not resort to two to three word responses. This, combined with his aforementioned chronic resting bitch face syndrome, can sometimes lead people to initially think of him as hostile or agitated. He tries to assure people with the occasional joke or quip to ease tension, to varying degrees of success.
Honesty and pragmatism are also things he values highly. He is blunt and forward with his feelings and opinions with those he considers friends (for better or for worse) and its frankly comical at how awful of a liar he is. When it comes to problems, he often prefers the most immediate and direct solution, as over analyzing the issue leaves him anxious and impatient.

Weapon: A pair of dull gold colored gauntlets covering the arms and shoulders (with conductive ram heads on the knuckles) and a pair of matching boots reaching up to just above the knee.
Weapon Name: Jetstream Aries
Weapon Functions: Using micro dust thrusters housed in the ankles, elbows and shoulders, Chami uses his weapons to charge down his opponents and deliver more kinetic punch to his….well punches and take full advantage of his semblance (see below). However, it has zero ranged capability, Chami having sacrificed that option to reinforce the weapons internal systems so it could handle the massive stresses of routine sudden acceleration, shock, high temperatures, and deceleration. While it was built to synergize with his semblance (see below), physical limitations still exist, as excess heat from using his semblance requires time to dissipate (30 seconds to a minute an a half depends on how often its been used recently) or risk catastrophic damage to the weapon.

Armor/ Clothing: Outside of school uniforms, Chami perfers to stick with good old fashioned plain T-shirts and blue jeans. Hard to beat the classics after all. While hunting, however, he opts for simple black jeans and a sturdy gray thermal sweater (Jetstream Aries is ostentatious enough on its own.)
Semblance Name: Android Dream
Semblance: Chami can convert the immediate force acting on his body into electrical energy. That’s right. He is the electric sheep, albeit conditionally. Firstly, the forces acting on him must be significant (he doesn’t generate electricity from gravity or someone gently tapping his shoulder for example). Secondly, this electrical energy cannot be stored, it is either discharged or it will hurt him and the range is barely beyond his skin. While in theory it could be used in a defensive manner, in practice it is simply not practical. As stated, it is the /immediate/ force acting on his body, meaning he’d have to active it every time he is struck(and at the exact moment he was struck), and even then he’d still be stuck with a charge he could not get rid of and be hurt anyway. As a result, he uses his semblance exclusively for offense and built his weapon to synergize with this as much as possible.

Strengths:
-Mid to close range combat: His weapons high mobility and damage make him a very scary front line fighter to deal with.
-Apply directly: Understands the value of the direct approach and brute force and how to effectively apply it.
-Is a sheep: dude. Look at him. He’s fluffy and adorable. How could you not want this guy around? Are you sick or something?
Weaknesses:
-Border line Baaautistic: He’s not much of a talker. He’s certainly friendly; just don’t expect him to bust out any award winning oratory anytime this millennia.
-Extremely close quarters: His weapon essentially fires him around at high velocity, which is very hard to do in a small hallway without putting yourself into a wall.
-Physics: limitations on materials and the laws of reality still apply. His weapon gets hot and risks major damage if he tries to pump his semblance through it too often. His thrusters are also not magic, if he’s flying head first into a wall, he’s not going to stop on a dime.
-No Range, no life: He can close the distance quickly, but that’s about all he can do with someone engaging in a long range battle.

Bio: Chamoisee Lacaune is the son of Briggs ‘Thunder Knuckle’ Lacaune. A man know for three things. Firstly, the intrepid and fearless nature that he showed during the first decade of settlement in Vault. Having brought his timid son through the vast majority of it. And lastly for having the most inappropriate nickname among the hunters, as he does not have a fist based weapon, nor does he make use of thunder dust.
Both Lacaune’s were from Vale origonally, Briggs (a single father) made a modest living as a hunter, though struggled to gain significant success. When the Vault territory opened up, Briggs picked up his son and launched himself at taming the territory with a fervor (or a lack of caution some claim) not seen in many other hunters at the time and managed to secure a sizable chunk of territory (and no minor celebrity for himself).
But with success comes sacrifice, as neither father nor son saw much of each other during this long ten year stretch. Their relationship cooled significantly, and while it never froze over completely, Chami feels that his choice to enroll at Lustre was more a matter of making his dad notice him at all, rather than making him proud.

And there it is, such as it is. Over all fairly proud at how quickly I knocked that out. Let me know what you all think.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Eh. I don't hold out much hope for getting picked, but I'll throw something together.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Just passing through for the moment, sorry! Hesitant to join an advance RP when I've been out of the game for a long time.
Plus, there'd be a lot of lore to get through.

The House of Powers

Name: Theodor Kiefer
Age: 17,
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Standing at 5’4’’, Theo towers over most, if not all, middle schoolers….and that’s about it. The hope of an inevitable growth spurt has long since passed in his mind, nor does his thin (almost girlish) frame give him much hope in broadening out anytime soon. He does try to compensate for his waifish appearance though, hiding inside large dark poofy jackets and baggy jeans.
History: City life never sat well with Theo, though he’d be the first to admit his bias was almost unnaturally strong. After all, it’s hard to hold a high opinion of a place like New York when you spend the first seventeen years of your life hunkered down in portions of its abandoned subway system in one of many underground homeless communities. Dementia had taken his mother’s mind early into her pregnancy, and where his dad was in all of this he could not begin to guess. School was never a significant part of his life, though he did eventually learn to read. Instead most of his days where spent with other homeless kids, hustling tourist for money or exploring the vast underground network of tunnels spanning beneath New York. That all changed when, one day, he slipped down a drainage pipe. For all intents and purpose, the fall should have killed him. He can still remember the cold rush of air as he fell, the hot white sparks that leapt from his skin as he pawed at the coppertube for some purchase. Though mostly he remembers the way his ribs cracked as he smashed to a stop after the 400 foot fall. As he limped back into ‘town’ he was met with immediate suspicion, the worried homeless running him off, not wanting whatever trouble that caused him to survive to befall them. Unsure where to go, Theo limped topside, taking shelter for the night in a bustop, where someone collected his unconscious body.
Power:
Ferromagnetism: Able to produce and control strong magnetic fields withing four feet of his body. Only affects objects containing significan amounts of ferromagnetic materials (iron, nickle, exctera).
Coin Accuracy: Highly accurate using coins as projectiles (propelled by strong magnetic forces). Can manage near perfect accuracy at about 1000 yards in ideal conditions (no wind, high visibility, excreta) This accuracy seems to ONLY apply to coins, however.

The House of Powers

I will hopefully have a character sheet up sometime tomorrow (I'd finish it now but its getting ungodly late.)

The House of Powers

i'll be working on a character for a little while, if this is still open.

Perfect Beings

There is also a small question of if their human traits are consumption dependent. Do they need to keep eating humans to maintain their sentience?

Onikisu

Sorry if that first post is a little rough. Havnt done text based RP since I was in highschool, so I'm a little out of practice.

Onikisu

Jing exhales, the taste of cheap menthol coating his tongue in wet sticky beads, the only lights available to him being the moon and the faint orange ember hovering just before his lips. The air is cold atop the street lamp tonight, though he counted his blessings. He was still too far from the university to be concerned with hunters, at least just yet. "Must be getting near the winter months..." he thought, marveling at how quickly it had gotten dark. He had left his temporary camp earlier in the day. The neighbors (a small band of humans who were managing to hole up in a autoshop) where abuzz with news. Evidently they'd been radio'd by a friend, saying there was a huge rescue force amazing in Fukuoka university. At least that is what he could hear from eves dropping near the shops perimeter.

He shadowed the group as they began heading towards the university an hour or so later. There was little emotional concern for their safety on his part. Over the last four weeks he'd neither said, nor been seen by, any one of them. He was certain that they knew of him, at least distantly. Shots in the night at the occasional invalid that wandered to close to his own hiding spot, missing rations, or the occasional Cabal of Invalids who would simply just wander away were hard for them to just write off as coincidence.

Following them was a calculated act of altruism, as was leading away the cabal of Invalids now slapping blindly at the base of the pole confused as to where the origin of the smell that had lead them on a four mile chase was hiding. Regardless of if the sudden increased presence of J.S.D.F was a rescue mission or not, hunters would soon follow. After all, noone was out to save him or other Onyxians. He'd want know what they were doing in when he ran afoul of a hunter, sooner rather than later. "And if it is a rescue..." He thinks, dropping the spent cigarette onto the invalids below, the pack tearing at the offending smell. "The good press from the survivors about how 'safe' the area was should buy me some time before I need to move.".

He begins heading back towards the convince store the survivors made camp in, confident he had dealt with the last of invalid problems they would have for the night, leaping from street lamp to street lamp as casually as stepping stones. He writes a chill of unease running down his spine off as yet another symptom of the oncoming winter, and vows to scavenge a coat as soon as he gets the chance.