Kaithas

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Thomas Tanner

Name: Thomas Tanner

Age: 31 (Hunter NPC)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Skypiercer
Thomas’ weapon is a simple one, if effective. A sharpened, honed spear with an elongated, bladed tip and a series of four Dust reservoirs in the handle, the Skypiercer is capable of channeling each of its constituent elements in various ways.

Lightning: By far Thomas's preferred element, lightning dust can be used to either electrify Skypiercer’s attacks or hurl medium range lightning bolts.

Gravity: A temporary but interesting effect, the gravity enhancement increases or decreases the weight of anything touched by it. This lasts for roughly 30 seconds, and can either double or half the effective weight of an object.

Water: Water dust can lend either a freezing edge to Thomas's attacks or be channeled through small holes in the tip to add additional weight and force to swings.

Fire: Same as with water, though in the inverse. Additionally, fire’s propulsion ability is a lot stronger, if more unreliable.

Speciality: Mage/Warrior

Semblance: Overlord Protocol
Thomas’s ability is a simple, if powerful one: Tanner can control Grimm of sufficiently low mental function. Fortunately, intelligence is not equal to power in the world of Grimm, and for the most part he can control them without much difficulty, though he won't be meddling with a Goliath anytime soon. A few important limitations on this ability exist. First, he cannot see through the Grimm's senses, so anything he does is from his perspective. Secondly, if they leave his line of sight his control is broken.

Tanner cannot control Faunus or humans.

Personality: Tanner is a strange sort of bemused, his normal demeanor one of well-meaning cynicism. Years as a Hunter have tempered his enthusiasm for combat and killing, and he’d rather speak if given the option rather than fight an intelligent foe. That extends to Grimm, though it tends to be a relatively one sided conversation before he eventually gives up and attempts to assert dominance. And talk he does--He’s charming, in a way that can seem superficial--always questioning, always at least seemingly feigning interest in what those around him are doing. At his worst, he’s manipulative, at his best, engaging. On the whole, though, there are worse conversational and combat partners.

Color: Brown

Emblem: A silhouette of a spear. He didn’t have his semblance when he picked it.

Appearance:

Hider

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Amaranth Desire: Double Down

Amy backpedaled down the field toward her own goalposts, keeping her eye on the ball and on the members of the opposing team that seemed to be assigned to offense. Her semblance didn't give her any speed advantage, just reaction time, so she had to stay in a careful position and keep her eye on the ball. She'd probably do better making callouts than sprinting after every ball herself, as well, since ball-chasing as an entire team was only likely to lose them the game. Prediction and thought would be how she had to win this--not sheer athletic talent.

Barring some deception--which she'd have ample time to react to--the ball was bound to Selena, then Krysanthe. She watched the blonde girl's movements, her eyes flicking toward the ball and its current holder with regularity,

Ready

To

Play

Defense.

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Amaranth Desire: Football's Eve

“Do not worry, teammate. I said the attractive members of the team, you have little to worry about."

Amy stared at Blaine for a few moments, the student-Huntress' feathers standing stark out of her hair as he continued, then she abruptly laughed, smoothing them down before tousling the rest into a mess of crimson spikes. BASL's stripper wasn't entirely certain if Blaine had meant to dunk on her like that--from what little she'd seen of him, he was as oblivious as he was huge--but it was a dunk nevertheless, one she'd opened herself up for. One of her eyes closed in a mock wince, her gaze falling to the floor a little before she looked up at him out of the top of her right eye, the soft blue having a twinkling edge to it.

She'd never been that irritated to begin with, just blunt, but that certainly took the wind out of any small anger she might have been feeling.

"Fair enough, big guy. I'll leave the stripping to the men, then.”

She attached the red brace to her arm, ignoring the unbidden memories of "red is your color, you should wear it more" and focusing again. The number one rule of improv was to go along with the group, and the same thing went for a team. Even if you didn't go for the optimal strategy, the group working together would be better than half going for one and half going for the other.

So when Jericho became Sand, she took it in stride, only a slight smirk coming to her lips and a nod to their now disguised teammate.

She was ready.

Ready for some football.

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Amaranth Desire: Huddle: No Longer Used to Reference an Inferior Waffle House

Amy scratched her cheek, comfortable in athletic clothing rather than the school uniform everyone seemed to have forgotten to change out of. On the one hand, team chemistry and everyone getting along were both integral to everyone functioning as a team easily and smoothly.

At the same time, they were supposed to be a team-and they didn't exactly have time to figure out everyone's foibles and personalities to work together as a group of equals, nor did they have a coach. Following a captain and a second completely were their best option currently, though they'd have to find a better method if they were going to take this show on the road.

Not that Amy thought a career as a professional footballer was in her future.

She nodded in agreement with Blaine as he finished.

"I'm Amaranth. Most everyone calls me Amy. That being said..." Her blue eyes flicked to Ferris, taking on a predatory edge as they did, the feathers in her hair standing on end. "Nobody calls Ben 'Cap' except Bastille. Moreover, our captain has decided what role we're all supposed to take," she continued, her hand indicating his prosthetic arm. "And while you no doubt have 'power to spare' and that claw is obviously good against Grimm, I'd prefer to avoid any accidental destruction of the ball by popping it--meaning you'd be playing a hand down as far as actually carrying the ball and punching it forward go. Your best bet is to help a deflector on defense, and hammer it downfield with your leg as our large friend here just said."

Her eyes softened again. "In answer to your original inquiry though, my Semblance allows me to heighten my senses and reaction time. And sorry, big guy," she said, patting the lion faunus on his broad back. "But I doubt many of us really want to take our clothing off."

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Amaranth Desire: OMAHA! BLUE 39!

The hawk's feathers twitched once and gradually rose as the rules for the game were (somewhat) explained and the teams were picked, her brain taking advantage of the welcome distraction from the rest of the day's thoughts to shift gears. She'd never played sports in any official capacity, really--opportunities to join varsity leagues had hardly been common growing up in an orphanage--but the one sport she'd played a lot of was soccer. A goal could be two posts, a field just the park nearby. A ball wasn't hard to find, even if most of the ones she'd dealt with were misshapen or under-inflated.

That last fact might end up working in my favor, she realized, looking at the oddly shaped ball in Fitzroy's hand. She had no doubt it was regulation for whatever variety of football they were playing, but it sure as hell wasn't a soccer ball. Still, it had been years since she'd even stepped on a field, and... rules weren't really a thing she'd had to worry about back then.

Amy might just want to play it safe.

"I... I'd suggest putting me on defense. I've not exactly got any Semblance abilities that'll allow me to move more quickly than I can normally or power through them, but my reaction time should help with guarding the goal. Alternatively, I can use it to try to aim shots. I'll... do whatever you say though, Cap."

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Amaranth Desire: MST3K Laserblast

...Football?

And he was shirtless. Perfect.

Well, at least it was a change from the complete lack of teacher they'd had otherwise. Maybe not much better, given that his current lack of clothing meant they'd probably have a total absence of any safety gear, but at least leadership had returned. Muscled, shirtless, enthusiastic leadership. Where was Lauren again?

Oh, right, Survival. With the, uh... owl.

Amy put her stuff up, walking over to the only two she really recognized and taking a deep breath before speaking.

"I don't recognize him either, but with the ####ing revolving door of staff this class has had I don't exactly expect to at this point," she said, her blue eyes shifting slightly to look at Skye, a slight nod of acknowledgment to her, then to Jericho. It was weird--when she and Ben joined, they had been two of the newer students, if only by a little. No Emerald Forest pairing ceremony, no first couple of days together. Everyone came and went so often though...

She shrugged. "Definitely more Agesander than Volkov. Money on more or less than a week before he mysteriously vanishes and we get a new one?"

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

1: ashe
2: sand
3: skye

f off

bojack

shut up

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

1: ashe
2: sand
3: skye

f off

bojack

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Contest #35 – The Ripple Effect

Judge: Kaithas
Type: Profile Submission

Deadline: November 4th

The past is integral to any character's development, to who they were, to what they've become. Your task in this contest is to change one event in the character's backstory, whether important or seemingly minor, and watch the ripple effect. Who would they be instead? What else would have happened differently?

Write up your alternate universe character using the form below, and submit it. It's not a binding form, but I'd like to see that information unless a justifiable reason is given otherwise. Entries will be judged on creativity, how interesting they are, and how well they execute the concept.

Happy writing,
Kaithas

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Amaranth Desire: The Classes, They Are a Changin'

Amy felt very tired.

Again.

She sighed and looked back at her sketch of what she was planning as the two returned to their seat, losing herself in the sketches of her Crimson Angel project for the remainder of the class. It might seem unfeeling, but learning how to disengage her emotions from her work was something she’d learned how to do a long time before she came to Beacon.

Her note laid unforgotten in the back pocket of her pants, until she’d finished drawing up the armor, turned in the design to Chatsworth, and packed up the Fury to take with her on the way to her next class. Only then did she remove it, slipping the small, folded piece of paper into Lauren’s hand as they left class and parted ways. She’d not been able to read the boxer’s reaction to Emerald and Annabelle, nor to how she’d handled it, but...

There you go again, Desire.

“I’ll see you in sixth period, I guess,” she said quietly, and got up to head to PE.

Just a wonderful day so far.