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RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

RUSS

Despite her best efforts, Russ had fallen in behind the massive crowd that had exited and made their way to the cafeteria. It was a veritable sea of large weapons, animal ears, and bright hair, and she was stuck wading through it at a slug's pace. Each time she managed to slip past one person, two more would come together in front of her and she'd have to find a whole new way around. She never thought she'd miss crawling under the shacks back home. 'No, not home," she thought, inwardly annoyed. 'That grungy old shithole was not home.'

Her stomach growled and she looked down at it as if an angry gaze would shut it up. "You're not helping," she mumbled, doing her best to ignore the intermittent rumbles. But her body was right, she hadn't eaten any real food since she'd left for Beacon, and here she was about to miss a more than decent, free meal. It growled again and she grimaced. "Alright alright, let me think."

Russ's eyes darted around the students in front of her, trying to figure out a way to get past them quickly. With each passing protest from her stomach though, her ideas slowly became more sinister. She contemplated tripping someone, but at best that would effect maybe three people, and at worst they'd turn around and beat her to a pulp. No, she needed something bigger, something that could create a gap for her to close. Her eyes caught the sight of a student not too far ahead of her with his weapon sitting in a horizontal sheath on his back. It was a rod that he'd probably made himself, seeing as the mechanics were blatant and obvious. There was a large button at its middle and segments at either end to indicate that its purpose was to extend out. No blades that she could see, so the guy probably had a rad semblance to make up for it, not that it mattered. Plan set, Russ made her move and stumbled forward as if she'd caught her feet. It knocked her past a couple aggravated people, but most importantly it brought her right behind stick-boy. She eyed where the button was then stood up and turned towards the people she'd stumbled through.

"Clumsy me, sorry about that," she said, and at the same moment behind her back, she pressed the staff's button.

It all happened in a matter of moments. The staff extended out about two feet from either side of the center piece and was thin enough that it didn't strike anyone so much as shuffle them out of its way. Someone gasped in surprise, and it caught stick-boy off guard, he whirled around to see what all the fuss was about and in the blink of an eye toppled nearly a dozen students, who toppled at least half a dozen more. Russ ducked beneath it and moved so that she was on the other side of the fallen students, before melding into the crowd of those who had not been knocked over. There were a few angry shouts, but most were directed at the boy and were quickly drowned out by the laughs of those with lighter hearts.

She kept her grin on the inside and continued onward through the loose remaining students, and before long entered the cafeteria. Things were pretty full but Russ managed to snag a seat at the end of a busy table and chow down. As expected the food was leagues beyond anything she'd had before, and though she didn't have a big stomach she ate what she'd taken on her plate. When the rest of the crowd began to filter in no one took notice of her, but she'd been confident enough in her subtlety anyway.

"Happy now?" she muttered, patting her stomach once she'd finished. With that done, she tried to remember back to the speech. What had the woman said? Ballroom? Great, now she could get lost looking for the ballroom. Russ got up and left the cafeteria. Oh well, she figured at least she wouldn't be lost and hungry.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Sounds good, enjoy the rave!

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

I apologize in advance for the headaches Tavi may cause other team members.

@GeliophobHyena And huh, I dunno I never thought of that. I suppose that would be up to the GM and what he defines as too far ^^

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

The hype train is in the station boys and girls.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

@lady horatio
Welcome aboard! o/

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Tavi

Name: Tavi Jackspar

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: With a lithe, feminine form and no impressive muscle to show, Tavi doesn’t look like much of a fighter. His hair is long, fluffy and dyed some vibrant color or another, as well as styled in a flair to look wild. His clothes get an equal amount of care, and usually favor flash and style over practicality.

Personality: A mix of crafty, deceptive and self-absorbed, Tavi can go from sweet and supportive to manipulative and dangerous in a matter of moments. He holds his silver tongue in high regard, and rarely misses an opportunity to boast about himself in one way or another. Beneath the masks there isn’t much to see, the “real” Tavi is an idea that doesn’t quite exist anymore.

Motive: He’d list a million different reasons before being honest about why he joined. And though he’d go to great lengths to hide it from others, he has a sister that means a great deal to him who isn’t in the best state of health. A promise of proper, secretive medical care was all it took to gain his loyalty.

Ability: Telekinesis in short. Tavi can lift, move and throw objects at a distance and of varying weights through what might appear to be sheer willpower. However in reality the most likely explanation for Tavi’s abilities is an innate control over gravitons. Much like how all of the complex mechanics of balance come to us as an imperceptible second nature, Tavi manipulates the gravitational field of an object in relation to the area around it.
Tavi shows no ability to extend his control to organic materials, meaning people/animals/rooted plants are beyond his capabilities.

Team:

Extras: Tavi has a taste for the spotlight, and while he has a decent voice and can hold his own in a dance, he lacks many practical talents. He can’t cook, he can’t drive, and under no circumstances should he be allowed to temper with any electronics.

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

RUSS

When the airship landed, Russ wasted no time in squeezing through the crowd to get out before a stampede started. Her luggage was merely a satchel slung over her shoulder, which more or less just contained toiletries and a basic book on reading. Nothing in it was incredibly important, but she held it close to herself nonetheless as she stepped away from the airship and the students around it.

"Well, shit," she mumbled, looking up at the massive school. Russ wasn't sure what she'd expected, but her bar was set way too low, she'd never seen anything so big and elegant. The cliff placement put her off a bit, but hey at least if the whole thing went tumbling down they'd get a nice view before they died.

Russ followed along as students slowly began to move on, not wanting to get lost on the first day. She kept her eyes open for familiar faces, but really she was looking for tiger ears to avoid. Entertaining as that little trip had been, Russ was in no hurry cross wits with anyone else. Making enemies was just as easy as making friends, if not easier, and if she wanted any kind of smooth ride at Beacon she'd have to be on her best behavior. Most of the time anyway, Russ would be damned if she was gonna go prim-and-proper every second of every day.

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

I think maybe honing down the interests a bit might be a good start. Kinda like, in those few moments why would Tierra decide "yes this I am going to right now apply my mind to figuring this out about the weapon." As well, being wrong every now and then doesn't hurt. Nobody's perfect, and with the wide varieties of weapons in Remnant, there's probably a whole slew of things she could have thought about it.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Will do, thanks for looking it over!

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Ban Anri

Name: Ban Anri

Age: 19

Race: Human

Appearance: Petite at a glance, Ban’s muscle is lean and unpronounced, usually hidden beneath long sleeves. She has wide, child-like green eyes and black hair that runs wild over her face and down to the middle of her back. Much of her torso, back, and parts of her arms and legs bear burns that blotch her porcelain skin in pink.

Equipment: Ban’s outfit consists of a dark, lightweight cloth armor, meant to allow easy, unobstructed movements. She wears a layered leather shoulder guard on her left arm that runs to her elbow, and a vambrace that covers her forearm. Overtop her outfit she wears a cloak that is clearly too big for her. It runs down to her ankles and pulls over her whole form easily. Cuts and burn marks mar the bottom of it, but the fabric as a whole remains intact.
She wields a composite bow as her weapon of choice, with two quivers of the cylindrical yazutsu design worn on her back. Worn on her hip is the remains of a chokuto sword, which has been broken and is missing the upper half of its blade.

Skills: Ban has a keen eye and quick reflexes, as well as a sense for opportunity. Most of her combat skill lies in the use of the bow and arrow, and she would most likely flee before trying to stand against another swordsman toe-to-toe with the broken blade. She is however quite nimble and light on her feet, able to maneuver well with the bow and quivers on her person.

History: Ban’s mother passed as a result of her birth, due to complications. Her father did not resent her for the incident, but instead grew incredibly protective of his children, forbidding his son from leaving their home village, and his daughter from ever so much as holding a blade.
Being the stubborn, shifty child that she was, Ban decided to obey her father’s word and instead picked up the bow. While her brother practiced to join the local guardsmen, she would accompany him and train as well. By the time she’d matured into a young woman, Ban had developed notable skill with the bow, though she was still forced to keep her practice a secret.
Her father never found out about it, for not long after her nineteenth year the wicked Daimyo Sadayu’s grand assault on the Hattori line hit its climax. Her village was easily toppled, her house burned down atop herself and her father. When at last she was able to free herself from the scorching rubble the fight was over. Ban found her father crushed beneath the debris and her brother not far away lying in a pool of his own blood. Though his last words were gargled and inaudible, he motioned for her to run, and she did. She took up his broken sword, his cloak, and her own weapons, and then ran the only way that made sense, after the Hattori heir.