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Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

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H A V E N A C A D E M Y
E N T R A N C E
K I N G D O M O F M I S T R A L

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It seemed like there were an endless number of stairs that led up to Haven Academy. Not that it really mattered all that much to Bren, the monotony of steps let his mind calm down a bit as the nerves he hid so well began to rear their ugly heads. He was further away from home and his parents than he'd ever been in his entire life, but this was what he wanted. He had argued with his parents repeatedly to convince them to let him go someplace other than Atlas Academy, and he wasn't about to let cold feet stop him from doing what he loved. A quick mental shake was all he really needed to push those emotions back down and focus more firmly on his surroundings. He felt a bump against his side and let himself glance down at the spectral canine that was currently walking up the stairs next to him. A collection of purple and black energy that bled of in small wisps around the form of one third of his semblance in the shape of a large wolf-like entity. This particular spirit being the first of the three that he summoned while training with his mother, and was the most relaxed of the three, always calmed his nerves even further than he could on his own. Something about it reminded him of home and that was enough to completely put his mind at ease. He gave the spirit a pat on its, mostly, incorporeal form before continuing on. Hopefully he'd be allowed to keep the spirit present, the instructors in Atlas had never really had much of an issue with it, but he didn't know what kind of rules were present at Haven.

There were plenty of people, his own age and older, heading up the stairs and he couldn't help letting his gaze wander to try and get an idea of the types of individuals he may end up on the same team with. Everyone had their weapons and the upperclassmen were clear to see as they walked with a bit more confidence than the rest of the group. He could overhear some of the conversation, something about a person named Reine which was not a name he recognized; probably some famous Mistrali hunter if he had to guess. Eh, if it's important I'll hear about it later. He was at Haven to learn after all.

The quad was much more open than the stairs and that was something Bren greatly appreciated. While he had no problem being around people it made his skin crawl to be packed in with so many at once without much personal space. Not many people caught his attention has he stepped up the final few steps, though he could see a red-headed young man who appeared to be in several places at once with how quickly he was moving as well as a silver haired individual who looked more than a little pissed off. He made a quick mental note to keep his distance on that one...last thing I need is a fight on my first day at Haven. He'd also heard mention of someone who was from a wealthy Mistrali family, he wasn't sure if it was someone his family had dealings with as they were more on the technological side of things, but he supposed there was always the possibility.

A quick sweep of his eyes allowed him to find a space by a bench somewhat away from everyone else where he could post up and continue to people watch to his heart's content. He found it was the easiest way to get an idea of who he would be dealing with, especially if someone didn't know they were being watched. He let himself sink down onto the bench, maybe the stairs had taken a little more effort than he would've liked, and snapped his fingers to command his spirit to post up underneath his legs. He had no intention of letting anything go awry, having just one of his spirits present took very little effort anymore, but it wasn't worth the risk. However, he simply decided to watch and wait to see what he could figure out about the unfamiliar space.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

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Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

CS

Get someone to watch your back, never know when something will try to catch you off-guard.

-Bren Adalwolf

Bren Adalwolf

Full Name:

Bren Adalwolf

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Nationality:

Atlesian

Appearance Description:

Bren is tall and well built which makes him look slightly older than he is. This along with his fiery red hair and bright blue eyes makes him difficult to miss, even when standing in the midst of a crowd. He walks with a great deal of grace and confidence, as his parents taught him, that makes it clear he is comfortable in any situation (even if he isn't). He does try to make sure he is presentable in every sense of the word, despite this his hair is always a slight mess, though not for lack of trying.

Clothing wise he is always dressed nicely, unless he is relaxing by himself, even if the situation doesn't necessarily call for it. While nice he does also make sure to keep practicality as the most important aspect of what he wears whether that be a convenient holster for his weapon or combat boots. No matter what he's wearing there is always a jacket or long coat over the top of it, though this is mostly out of habit from growing up in a colder climate. He mostly prefers lighter, monochromatic shades with a few splashes of color, very similar to his weapon.

Characterization

Confident and approachable, Bren is an easy person to get along with provided you don't get on his bad side. If that's the case he tends to be harsh and snappish, but thankfully it takes a lot to get to that point. He is hard working at anything and everything, but mainly things that grab his interest completely. He can be somewhat easily distracted so if it doesn't work out every part of his brain and body he's more than likely to lose interest pretty quickly. However, if someone gets him talking about a topic he has a great deal of interest in it's difficult to get him to stop.

He's strongly of the opinion that no one should be judged by who they are or where they're from, but rather the quality of their character. He'll take the time to get to know someone before really deciding if he wants to be their friend or not. Some people see this as putting in too much effort on things that mean very little, but Bren is of the mind that the types of people you spend time with reflect the type of person you are. Being an only child allowed him to really appreciate the company of other people his age, but it also had the side effect of making him somewhat unsure of how to interact with them. He's able to easily cover up his nerves for the most part unless someone catches him off guard.

It does take some work to get him to care deeply about someone or something, not to say that he's against closeness by any means, but he wants to make sure it's worth his time. Like many of the other students at Haven, training to become an amazing huntsman is something he throws himself into 100% and if someone seems like they're giving less than that he's not so inclined to put in the effort of knowing them. If he is putting the work to better himself, and those on his team, he expects others to do the same. This does make him appear disinterested at points, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Once he gets to know someone well he loosens up quite a bit. He's much more willing to make jokes and hang around just because he enjoys the company of his friends. If he truly cares about someone he is strongly protective of them.

Backstory:

Bren was born in Atlas and is the only child of Emil and Isolde Adalwolf. His father works for one of the many technological companies in the city of Atlas and is a brilliant mind that is focused on the betterment of society for the people there, and he is stringently against the sorts of unethical practices that some of the other companies dabble in. His mother on the other hand is not the high society wife that one might expect of a wealthy businessman, but rather an accomplished huntress in her own right. She attended Atlas Academy and had little trouble holding her own.

His father was elated when they had a son and he immediately wanted Bren to follow in his footsteps and learn the intricacies of science and technology for the betterment of Remnant, but Bren was much more interested in what his mother did. She would return from hunts all through his early childhood with fascinating stories of the battles she participated in sparking his love of mythology and stories. Not to say he didn't heed his father and learn some of what Emil did for a living, but he could never quite grasp the depth of mechs coding. Rather he asked his mother to teach him combat moves from an early age, and he found that was where his passion was.

Once he got old enough he begged his parents to allow him to attend a combat school and, while his father was hesitant, his mother was all for it. Given prior experience with his family he was able to make a name for himself at the school, despite the highly competitive nature of it, and thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent learning and practicing both at school and at home.

When he turned 17 his mother expected him to apply to the Atlas Academy, and he knew he would've been able to get in with little trouble, but Atlas always felt so closed off and insular to him. Living there had it's perks, but he wanted to know how other parts of the world differed from the one he grew up in. With his parents permission, though it was a bit of a fight to get, he was permitted to attend Haven Academy where he hopes to learn what he didn't in Atlas.

Semblance: Void's Spirit

Allows for the summoning of three shadowy, lupine spirits that can be directed as allies in battle to attack and defend. Bren can choose to summon the spirits individually as the strength of them goes down with each additional one that is brought onto the battlefield. The spirits are free to act within the orders that Bren gives them whether that be to attack the nearest enemy or guard an ally or location, but they must remain within a certain distance of him or else they vanish. Each spirit has it's own personality that can make them a hassle to control when all three are summoned at once, but careful focus and training can make it manageable.

Bren loves each of the spirits, even the more abrasive of the three, and frequently has at least one summoned by his side as a point of support in unfamiliar locations. He has an incredibly careful grasp on the intricacies of his semblance, especially when there is only one present, and would never allow for the spirits to run amok in any way.

Weapon and Fighting Style:

Guardian

Bren's weapon, Guardian, is a fairly simple weapon compared to some of the others that he has seen from hunters and other students. A dual action sword and rifle that can fold to be very easily carried in a holster at his side. He can infuse the blade and rifle shots with various kinds of dust if he needs more of an elemental kick.

Due to his weapon his fighting style is a mix of ranged and melee combat depending on the situation. He can shoot from a far distance with the rifle to keep things at a distance, but if push comes to shove he is perfectly capable of fighting in close quarters. He heavily relies on his semblance in the event that he is overwhelmed by a larger number of enemies around him. He knows how to work in tandem with his spirits and they allow him to utilize his observant nature to pick out weak points and hit hard and fast with either his blade or rifle.

Intangibles:

Bren is a highly capable combatant, particularly when working in a team given his semblance. He's not the best strategist overall, but his strength in that regard lies in being able to pick out an enemy weak point quickly. Having spent all of his life in Atlas he does have a tendency to act haughty without intending to. While he works well in a team with his spirits it may prove more difficult for him to work with other hunters and huntresses who don't do exactly as he says.

The Rise of WillowClan

Mentions: @The Elvenqueen @Shadow Dragon @solokolos

When Frogkit actually turned to look at Duskwing she knew she'd gotten through to the young she-cat. She could've been much more harsh, but based off of the way she reacted towards Blackpelt, force was not the way to go with Frogkit. Moosepaw had been much the same way, quiet, reserved, and responded well to explanations rather than being told what to do. She gave a nod and surprisingly gentle smile towards Frogkit as she apologized. "Thank you Frogkit, I'm sure Blackpelt appreciates that," she sent a pointed look towards their medicine cat to not make this any worse, "Now if you'll excuse me I need to prepare for Moosepaw's warrior assessment tomorrow morning." She gave a nod towards Blackpelt and took a few steps away before turning back to Frogkit, "Remember you can sleep in the warrior's den until those strangers are gone if you like. Just don't be loud."

She turned her attention to the rest of camp and could still see Moosepaw sitting nearby Highstump and padded over to join her apprentice. Sleep could wait until she was sure he would be able to sleep as well, and judging by his response to Fernstar he was nervous. She settled down next to the fluffy tom and tapped him on the flank with her tail before wrapping it tightly around her paws in an attempt to stave off some of the chill. "You feel prepared for the assessment tomorrow?" She gave him a reassuring glance, "And it's alright to say no or that you're nervous." She had a plan for what she was going to do for Moosepaw's warrior assessment. It would be somewhat more difficult to do in leaf-bare, but she knew it would only further prove to both Fernstar, and Moosepaw himself, that he was ready for the responsibility of being a fully fledged warrior of Willowclan.

Mentions: @The Elvenqueen @savannahssu

Stormheart gave a nod to Sunfur, "Alright, be careful. Those branches don't look super sturdy for someone bigger than Spidernose." He definitely didn't want to hear the sound of breaking wood and come back to find one or, Starclan forbid, both of his clanmates with broken bones. With one last glance up to where Spidernose was perched up in the tree he turned and padded off in the direction that Sunfur indicated. He had little hope that he would actually be able to find anything, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to give it his all for the good of the clan. He was hungry and he imagined the rest of the clan would be as well; they needed this freshkill desperately. Especially with those strangers in camp, they had even more mouths to feed.

He kept his ears pricked and kept his steps as quiet as he could through the snow. He came to a pause next to one of the other large trees in the area and scented the air, mostly stale from what he could tell, but there was something fresher there. He pricked his ears and faintly picked up on the sound of scuffling paws against the snow. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but at this point any freshkill was good.

Unfortunately there was no underbrush to hide in, but once again he was thankful for the color and thickness of his pelt. The white blended in much better than many of his other clanmates and allowed him to creep across the ground with careful steps to peer around the trunk of the tree. The sight of an, albeit scrawny, squirrel digging underneath a small bush was enough to set his mouth watering, but the clan needed to eat first. He sunk low to the ground, now uncaring of the faint chill of the snow on his underbelly, and took the few steps needed to close the distance and leap across the ground to pin the bushy tail of the squirrel to the ground. A swift bite to the back of the neck ended the chittering that was beginning to come from it, and he pushed down the temptation to yowl in triumph. It wasn't much but it was a start.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

The world isn't going to be destroyed at the end of the final day right? Right?

The Rise of WillowClan

Mentions: @The Elvenqueen @Shadow Dragon

Duskwing couldn't help her whiskers twitching with amusement at the complete lack of awareness that Frogkit had for what she did, and why Blackpelt was so upset about it. She knew that the kit was smart enough not to eat anything that was in the medicine den, every cat even at a young age knew better. She could tell Blackpelt was getting more and more frustrated with Frogkit and forced herself not to sigh. This was why she didn't tend to the younger cats in camp as much, or deal with conflict between clanmates. That was something left to the deputy most of the time not her, but Stonefall was busy with Fernstar and this needed to be resolved before something came of it.

"Frogkit," she waited a moment to ensure that the little she-cat was at least listening to her, "I know you're aware not to eat anything that is in the medicine den, but while Blackpelt isn't here it's rude to go in and mess with his things. What if someone got hurt or sick and he didn't know where something was in the den because it had been moved around while he was gone?" She gently tapped Frogkit on the flank with her tail, "Even if you didn't mean any harm by it you still need to apologize to him."

Hopefully some of that would get through to her. She didn't really want to have to take something as simple as a kit messing around in the medicine den to Stonefall or Fernstar to deal with. It shouldn't be necessary to do something like that. In the moment though she became more and more grateful for how easy Moosepaw was to train and deal with. The fluffy tom always had a great deal of respect for everyone in the clan even when he first arrived. With luck the situation would be resolved and she could go to sleep and be ready for Moosepaw's warrior assessment the next morning.

Mentions: @The Elvenqueen @savannahssu

Stormheart followed after the older tom as he lead the way through the trees, keeping an ear out for any chirps or small paws; nodding in agreement with what Sunfur said. Normally he would've been able to make a decision like that on his own, but he had to focus on putting one paw in front of the other more than he'd like. Spidernose also made a good point, he didn't fancy digging through snow and hard earth for the possibility that there might be a mouse or vole underneath.

At Sunfur's suggestion Stormheart's eyes went wide as he glanced up into the branches. They were thin and partially covered in snow, possibly ice, but he didn't have any way of defending why they shouldn't other than the obvious tremble he could hear in Spidernose's voice. He didn't blame her for the fear. He was not a climber and the prospect of potentially falling from that height was terrifying. "Be careful," he knew it went without saying, and he kept his voice low, but it felt better just to voice it. The last thing they needed was someone with a broken leg that would prevent them from hunting at all. With the strangers in camp, as long as they weren't allowed free reign, they would be feeding three additional mouths, so they needed all hands on deck.

He glanced towards Sunfur as Spidernose slowly clawed her way up the tree for some sort of indication of what the rest of the plan was. He didn't like the idea of perching up in the canopy, but the birds could easily get away from them if they were still on the ground. He sighed slightly, looking up at the branches of the nearby trees or even a spot on the ground that might work better. They needed this prey and he wasn't about to let it get away.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@TGM
Bren means fire in German, relation to the color there. Last name is reference to Cerberus—more myth less fairytale-means noble wolf

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

CS

Get someone to watch your back, never know when something will try to catch you off-guard.

-Bren Adalwolf

Bren Adalwolf

Full Name:

Bren Adalwolf

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Nationality:

Atlesian

Appearance Description:

Bren is tall and well built which makes him look slightly older than he is. This along with his fiery red hair and bright blue eyes makes him difficult to miss, even when standing in the midst of a crowd. He walks with a great deal of grace and confidence, as his parents taught him, that makes it clear he is comfortable in any situation (even if he isn't). He does try to make sure he is presentable in every sense of the word, despite this his hair is always a slight mess, though not for lack of trying.

Clothing wise he is always dressed nicely, unless he is relaxing by himself, even if the situation doesn't necessarily call for it. While nice he does also make sure to keep practicality as the most important aspect of what he wears whether that be a convenient holster for his weapon or combat boots. No matter what he's wearing there is always a jacket or long coat over the top of it, though this is mostly out of habit from growing up in a colder climate. He mostly prefers lighter, monochromatic shades with a few splashes of color, very similar to his weapon.

Characterization

Confident and approachable, Bren is an easy person to get along with provided you don't get on his bad side. If that's the case he tends to be harsh and snappish, but thankfully it takes a lot to get to that point. He is hard working at anything and everything, but mainly things that grab his interest completely. He can be somewhat easily distracted so if it doesn't work out every part of his brain and body he's more than likely to lose interest pretty quickly. However, if someone gets him talking about a topic he has a great deal of interest in it's difficult to get him to stop.

He's strongly of the opinion that no one should be judged by who they are or where they're from, but rather the quality of their character. He'll take the time to get to know someone before really deciding if he wants to be their friend or not. Some people see this as putting in too much effort on things that mean very little, but Bren is of the mind that the types of people you spend time with reflect the type of person you are. Being an only child allowed him to really appreciate the company of other people his age, but it also had the side effect of making him somewhat unsure of how to interact with them. He's able to easily cover up his nerves for the most part unless someone catches him off guard.

It does take some work to get him to care deeply about someone or something, not to say that he's against closeness by any means, but he wants to make sure it's worth his time. Like many of the other students at Haven, training to become an amazing huntsman is something he throws himself into 100% and if someone seems like they're giving less than that he's not so inclined to put in the effort of knowing them. If he is putting the work to better himself, and those on his team, he expects others to do the same. This does make him appear disinterested at points, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Once he gets to know someone well he loosens up quite a bit. He's much more willing to make jokes and hang around just because he enjoys the company of his friends. If he truly cares about someone he is strongly protective of them.

Backstory:

Bren was born in Atlas and is the only child of Emil and Isolde Adalwolf. His father works for one of the many technological companies in the city of Atlas and is a brilliant mind that is focused on the betterment of society for the people there, and he is stringently against the sorts of unethical practices that some of the other companies dabble in. His mother on the other hand is not the high society wife that one might expect of a wealthy businessman, but rather an accomplished huntress in her own right. She attended Atlas Academy and had little trouble holding her own.

His father was elated when they had a son and he immediately wanted Bren to follow in his footsteps and learn the intricacies of science and technology for the betterment of Remnant, but Bren was much more interested in what his mother did. She would return from hunts all through his early childhood with fascinating stories of the battles she participated in sparking his love of mythology and stories. Not to say he didn't heed his father and learn some of what Emil did for a living, but he could never quite grasp the depth of mechs coding. Rather he asked his mother to teach him combat moves from an early age, and he found that was where his passion was.

Once he got old enough he begged his parents to allow him to attend a combat school and, while his father was hesitant, his mother was all for it. Given prior experience with his family he was able to make a name for himself at the school, despite the highly competitive nature of it, and thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent learning and practicing both at school and at home.

When he turned 17 his mother expected him to apply to the Atlas Academy, and he knew he would've been able to get in with little trouble, but Atlas always felt so closed off and insular to him. Living there had it's perks, but he wanted to know how other parts of the world differed from the one he grew up in. With his parents permission, though it was a bit of a fight to get, he was permitted to attend Haven Academy where he hopes to learn what he didn't in Atlas.

Semblance: Void's Spirit

Allows for the summoning of three shadowy, lupine spirits that can be directed as allies in battle to attack and defend. Bren can choose to summon the spirits individually as the strength of them goes down with each additional one that is brought onto the battlefield. The spirits are free to act within the orders that Bren gives them whether that be to attack the nearest enemy or guard an ally or location, but they must remain within a certain distance of him or else they vanish. Each spirit has it's own personality that can make them a hassle to control when all three are summoned at once, but careful focus and training can make it manageable.

Bren loves each of the spirits, even the more abrasive of the three, and frequently has at least one summoned by his side as a point of support in unfamiliar locations. He has an incredibly careful grasp on the intricacies of his semblance, especially when there is only one present, and would never allow for the spirits to run amok in any way.

Weapon and Fighting Style:

Guardian

Bren's weapon, Guardian, is a fairly simple weapon compared to some of the others that he has seen from hunters and other students. A dual action sword and rifle that can fold to be very easily carried in a holster at his side. He can infuse the blade and rifle shots with various kinds of dust if he needs more of an elemental kick.

Due to his weapon his fighting style is a mix of ranged and melee combat depending on the situation. He can shoot from a far distance with the rifle to keep things at a distance, but if push comes to shove he is perfectly capable of fighting in close quarters. He heavily relies on his semblance in the event that he is overwhelmed by a larger number of enemies around him. He knows how to work in tandem with his spirits and they allow him to utilize his observant nature to pick out weak points and hit hard and fast with either his blade or rifle.

Intangibles:

Bren is a highly capable combatant, particularly when working in a team given his semblance. He's not the best strategist overall, but his strength in that regard lies in being able to pick out an enemy weak point quickly. Having spent all of his life in Atlas he does have a tendency to act haughty without intending to. While he works well in a team with his spirits it may prove more difficult for him to work with other hunters and huntresses who don't do exactly as he says.

For reference the allusion used for him was Cerberus given his semblance. Let me know if anything needs changing

The Rise of WillowClan

Post should be up this weekend

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

I’ll get a CS up later tonight

Edit: something came up for school so tomorrow morning for sure