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Luke Schwarz -- Alarm Clock

Sending Cian a brief wave, he frowned as he looked back down at his leader.

It wasn't like he didn't get the sentiment. Far from it, actually. Junior year he'd dozed off dozens of times, and had recieved the sharp reprimands for each with little more than the token grumble.

But.

His grades had also suffered, and he'd even had to stay late once for remedial sessions. That, he knew would be far more tortuous for Jack than anything the actual class itself could be. His next actions weren't out of any misplaced sense of justice, and certainly not in the interests of being some teacher's pet. Instead, he simply wanted to look out for his fellow man. He knew full well how high Beacon's standards were... Genius or otherwise, sleeping was asking for trouble.

"Come on, man." he pleaded, shaking his leader by the shoulder, albeit not in an overbearingly rough manner. "Try and stick this one out."

I promised Pann a teammate so here he is

Name: Sterling Johnson

Age: 21  

Gender: Manly Male

Race: Human  

Weapon: Nuada, his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from Berserk, doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way.  

Specialty: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is Versatility. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself. 

Semblance: Airgetlam: The Silver Arm of the King. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with regularly, often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around. 

Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or at least pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance.

Color: Sterling Silver

Emblem: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette.

Appearance: 

Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent. 

Practically always smiling.

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