Dream Job: Becoming a Housewife (Though will never admit it, and will say 'Becoming a Renowned Artist' when asked)
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Username: Cyann
Class: Twin Blade
Current Level: 13
General Combat Style: Generally likes to bum rush enemies, landing as many hits as possible and never afraid of the possibility of taking a hit. Tends to react quickly, as previous MMO experience dictates that the moment you hesitate, you lose.
General Playing Style: Loves to dungeon-crawl, unafraid to take risks--especially if it means rare treasure awaits. That being said, battle has to be his favorite part of the game, whether it's killing monsters or taking on other players.
Color Theme: Yellow Name: Aurelia Persinette Age: 17 Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: A young woman whose height usually has her towering over most girls her age. Her limbs are long, giving her a willowy look, her skin on the paler side of the spectrum. Her features are refined, her curves leaving little impression on most (much to her dismay), her bust modest. She lets her blonde hair hang loosely around her most of the time, with bangs covering her forehead. Build: Tall and lanky Height: 5 feet 9 inches Weight: 165 lbs Personality: A friendly person with the outward appearance of a typical girl. She's bright, cheerful, and generally nice, though many note that she keeps people at a distance. She's more the type of person to follow then lead and makes sure to follow directions properly. She is gentle in nearly every aspect, whether it be her soft voice and her light and airy mannerisms. Despite her usually sunny nature, she will not hesitate to speak up when seeing others act maliciously, especially bullies, and won't tolerate any racism of any kind, either. In battle she is much more straightforward, taking every fight very seriously and striving to always improve herself. She is fascinated by weaponry as well, always eager to find their inner workings and uses.
Backstory: Aurelia was born into a family of much wealth, and she was loved very dearly by them. She was spoiled beyond reason, showered with gifts nearly every day, her mother and father loving, and she was happy. She did remember, however, that one day, suddenly everything changed. The happy childhood became one of much fighting and arguments. Her family became distant, her mother and father moreso, and it killed her to see everyone act that way. She knew it was somehow her fault--she could never forget the way her family members would glare at her, throwing her nasty looks, how her father's loving look turned to one made of pure sadness, though no one ever bothered to tell her why. And so she got her own little shell and stayed in it for as long as she could. It was not until her mother died that the fighting stopped, but now she felt a deep, painful sadness instead. She did not understand why anything had happened, and as frustrating as it was, there was nothing she could do. And so she just accepted it. The so called ray of sunshine was that now her father was like the way he used to be--kind, loving, and slightly smothering, though she loved it. He was back to normal, but she could never go back to the way she was. He understood, gently pulling her out of her shell, having the patience of a saint when she hid. While this was equally as confusing, it was easier to adapt to. Her father raised her the best he could, though sometimes when he thought she wasn't looking, he would have an expression of regret, but she never got the courage to ask him what was wrong. Years down the road, Aurelia discovered Dust, often looking towards the stores the same way most kids would look at candy stores. Her father got the hint and started practicing with her, showing her how to use it properly and warning her of the dangers. She then asked him what Dust was really used for, and he explained that Dust was what Hunters would use to fight off the Grim. She remembered perking up at the story, After much pleading, tears, and a very reluctant father's blessing, Aurelia enrolled into Sanctum Academy. Fighting was an alleviating experience. It was actually a little scary how free she felt in battle, but it was with pride that she found her calling as well as developed her own style. After much studying, many bruises, the discovery of weaponry and the delights of battle, she was accepted into Beacon, more then ready and willing to become a Huntress.
The family of Rampion were once well known in weapon manufacturing, only to fail when they were exposed to use Faunus slave labor. With their wealth quickly declining, they became desperate to keep their money. And so the family of Persinette came forward, offering them wealth, in exchange for closing down their company and to give their eldest daughter, a woman of astounding beauty by the name of Angelique, to the Persinette's eldest son, a young man with no ambition named Dominic, in marriage. The two were wed and locked into an unloving relationship, as Angelique resented being used by her family. Still, they were expected to continue the family line, and so Aurelia was born, and she was doted on by all. That isn't to say she fixed their relationship, as Dominic grew suspicious as Aurelia got older. You see, both Angelique and Dominic were dark haired and dark eyed, and yet Aurelia had blonde hair with bright eyes. He refused to believe that Aurelia was his daughter, and the two families got into a feud that would become common gossip. Unfortunately, this extended to the young girl; what once was a cheerful, happy child became very enclosed and afraid of nearly everyone. She would often hide wherever she could and not speak to anyone for days, afraid of getting yelled at and blamed for something she couldn't control. For many years this continued, and one day, Angelique grew very ill. On her deathbed, she begged Dominic to stop the fighting between the families, regretting that she let it continue for so long. It was here he asked if Aurelia was really his daughter, and he was heartbroken when she would not respond right away. She admitted to having an affair shortly after they were married. Still, she asked that he take care of Aurelia, as once she was dead no one would take care of her. Angelique died shortly after that, and despite a lingering anger, he made sure to try to go with her words. Despite her wishes, however, the two families shunned one another, and after Angelique's death, they never spoke or acknowledged one another ever again. While he failed at that, he made sure he wouldn't make the same mistake with Aurelia--even if she wasn't his blood, he admitted that she was the last person he truly loved.
Weapon: Rampion Weapon Description: A seemingly straightforward staff that looks like something straight out of a story book. Its primary use is as a conductor for Dust, though it has two 'modes' in expelling it. The first comes out as normally casted spells, usually quick and in rapid succession. The second spins the top, forming a sort of cannon from which Dust expels in a much larger, stronger amount, though it takes more time for each burst. Its metals are also heavy and durable, making the staff practical for close distance fighting as well.
Semblance: Efficiency Semblance Description: Aurelia is able to manipulate the way her body expends energy. If she need be, she can endure longer in battle then most people. She can also use more than usual if the situation arises, resulting in a 'power boost' of sorts. She doesn't require as much nourishment or sleep, either, though when she does finally crash it takes a lot longer for her to recover. This also extends to her usage of Dust: she uses less Dust for her spells, and is able to fire off much more then the average person.
Combat Outfit Image/Description: Her usual battle attire leans towards the simpler side, consisting of a black crop top coupled with a ratted gray plaid skirt. She usually has a dark pink jacket on top, short black boots, and a single thigh-high fishnet stocking covering her left leg, her right leg having a mismatching gray tube sock that stops below her knee. She ties her hair to the side, claiming it helps her 'keep her balance', though most suspect it's more for the style factor. Casual Outfit Image/Description: Her casualoutfits vary, though they're guaranteed to be frilly and feminine. She tries to dress on the modest side, though her skirts end up coming out a little shorter than intended due to her height. Theme: Glitter and Gold Quote: "All that glitters is not gold."
A single bead of blood seeped out of her left index finger, hazel eyes staring intently, as if daring the blood to drip down. It hadn't moved at all since she pricked it, though admittedly, she was more concerned that it happened at all. For years she had honed her sewing skills and enjoyed it personally as a hobby, so when she spotted the smallest of tears in her veil, she figured she figured it would be the easiest fix. She had taken a seat on her cot, veil laid out on her lap, needle in hand. As soon as she had plucked through the material with the thin needle, she felt the prick almost immediately. What irony that a holy garment would be indirectly responsible for drawing blood.
Rubbing her index finger and thumb together, Margaret let out a small sigh. She could hear people shuffling around outside the tent, and was tempted to leave her veil behind. No, that wouldn't do, her irritation needed to be put to the side. Still, she was suspicious; anytime she managed to fumble a menial task, it meant bad news. The likely cause was the worsening of the captain's condition, although she had left him stable when she went to bed last night. As she stitched together the tear, she couldn't help but wonder just how much longer he would last. There was a chance his condition would pass, but that was an optimistic hope. A bad feeling formed in the pit of her stomach, and she found herself sewing faster. It wasn't often that she let some negative thoughts influence her, but for now she would prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
Her thoughts interrupted, Margaret nearly leapt out of her skin as an unfamiliar sound soared through the tent. Her eyes were wide as it took her a moment to realize that it was likely pipes, and her surprise was quickly replaced with annoyance. Of all the things to be heard, who in the world thought that would be a good idea? Suppressing several unpleasant thoughts of maiming whoever was responsible, she shook her head, quickly braiding her hair as she decided it was about time she finished up.
Oh yes, this was going to be one of those days. Deciding to play the optimist for once, Margaret let out a sigh, though the song playing through the camp was admittedly distracting. "What a dreadful sound," She murmured, finding the sound difficult to ignore.
Outside the window was a very small, blue bird. It had caught her attention the moment she walked in, and as the lecture began, her mind seemed stuck on it. She had only been able to glance at it before she was pushed along to her seat. Birds were such a curious creatures, able to take advantage of the winds and soar through the skies with little issue. Well that wasn't entirely accurate, they had to watch out for bigger birds. And their eggs could get stolen by other animals or people. Oh no, that was such a sad thought, why were people so mean? Those poor little birds, maybe that's why they were always flying.
Then again, if Vanille could fly, she would go everywhere. Or at least, she'd fly straight out of the lecture. Then she wouldn't have to take any classes! That sounded awesome! Oh, but then no more fighting. Could birds fight? Then again, if she was a bird then she'd have to worry about bigger birds trying to eat her. But if she was a bird, she'd make sure to be the fastest bird. She's outfly everything, even something fast like...a car!
Before she could elaborate on that thought, she realized she had been on auto-pilot, not really paying attention to anything. At least class was over. She was being addressed by her two partners, two of the few people that managed to not only surpass her height but made good sure to keep her on track. Vanille blinked as she looked between the two brothers, her large, blue eyes wide as she tried to register what was being said to her. "Do you think that birds fly faster than cars because they're tinier?" She ended up asking out loud, furrowing her brow as she tried to think. A few seconds later, she brushed the thought aside, letting out a laugh. "It's probably because of aerodynamics."
Vanille nodded proudly, though it occurred to her that she missed the entire conversation. "...um...pop quiz on training? I have nothing to fear for once!" She stated rather cheerfully.
Nickname/Alias She is known exclusively as Vanille, though it's well known that it isn't her actual name.
Age 16
Gender Female
Race Human
Appearance Often towering over most of her peers due to being a late bloomer, Vanille stands just above five feet, nine inches, though comes off as higher with her combat boots adding another inch. Her skin has a fair complexion, though often comes off as paler than what it really is due to her white hair. Said hair is very long, just about reaching her thighs. Her long limbs give her a willowy figure, though she's had a recent upgrade in her bust department (much to her dismay). She tends to wear a black uniform consisting of a white undershirt, a black jacket with a red ribbon, a frilled black skirt, white knee high socks, and brown combat boots.
Personality Vanille is notorious for being an airhead. Her thought process is very different, often leaving people baffled when she somehow comes to the same conclusion. She prefers dozing off during classes, finding it difficult to focus on the lessons when she hardly ever understands what's going on. Complicated conversations also get her bored, though once in a while she will indulge them. She's excitable, cheerful, and easy going. She's very understanding, surprisingly enough, and empathetic, unafraid to speak her mind regardless of the topic at hand.
Likes - Training - Sweets - Stargazing
Dislikes - Reading - Bitter or spicy foods - Rude people
Fears - She has a paralyzing fear of water, her lack of swimming skills only compounds it.
Backstory Vanille doesn't remember much about her childhood, though she knows that she was happy living with her parents and older brother. Her life was mostly uneventful, until the age of ten when she encountered her first Witch. Having no combat skills at the time, she fled, though an attack from the Witch sent her into a nearby river. When she regained consciousness, she learned about what happened, though rather then blame the Witch who attacked her, she was frightened by nearly drowning. Soon after, she enrolled into the Academy. For a few years, she had no idea what was happening, earning her airhead reputation as most realized she didn't have a clue. Once she entered combat training, however, she felt that she had found her calling.
Partner Name Peter & Henry Halloway
Meister Abilities Anti-Demon Wavelength The Anti-Demon Wavelength is a special wavelength that specializes in driving away evil. In defense this Wavelength acts as a powerful barrier against Madness. For offensive purposes, it can be infused into attacks causing them to be destructive against beings of Madness. This wavelength can be also carried over into attacks, which in turn become very effective against Witches or any individual harboring dark powers.
Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills Combat Specialist Vanille excels in combat, where she lacks in brain she makes up for in brawn. She's not shy when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, not wanting to be useless without a Weapon. Retention Despite being generally clueless, Vanille does remember important information down to every detail when it's verbally spoken. Most speculate it's the only reason she understands Souls and isn't completely flunking out of her classes. Observant Eagle-eyed, Vanille notices details. This applies only to when she is in combat, however.
Soul Resonance TBA
Extra - She finds her true name (Fortississima Tahitiensis) to be very embarrassing, refusing to tell anyone.
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