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RWBY - Downfall

Not even Halfway done yet, believe it or not, so nobody try and follow Silme right now, okay?

RWBY - Downfall

Fuck the Police

Silme Raana

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see what I can scrounge up, but do,remember it'll cost you if I have to pay for this information, Mags."Silme was in a chair, wearing his regular hooded cloak and leather rogue wear, fiddling with a helmet he was working on. It had taken him a while, but he finally finished it, a masked helmet shaped like the mask of a Beowolf, a great way to inspire fear in his enemies. He'd even made so that the eyes glow ominously, with one being a bright silver and the other being a dark, scarlet red. After doing a final check of everything, he folded down his ears and put the mask portion over his face, a lot of metal plates moving into place to make the helmet portion of the gear, a perfect fit. After some more fiddling, he activated the communication piece and eye glow, turning to his partner in crime as he got up.

"Sapphire," he began, his voice purposely distorted by the mask to make it sound deeper and more bestial, "I'm going on by myself, going to check some things out, don't wait up for me, just head straight home and be careful. I'll be home as soon as I can. As for the rest of you, try not to die, meatsticks." With that, he left the room, picking up Scarlet Ravager as he did so. Contrary to the name, the claws were actually a dark, non-reflective black, the glow of the Dust cartridges being hidden by the cartridge cover. The name came from what they looked like after a fight, as well the state they left their victims when he really got into a fight.

Exiting the hideout as quietly as possible, he found himself in a back alley, trash everywhere and the smell of human waste and decay was too much, especially for his heightened Faunus senses. The helmet helped block them out, if only a little, as he made his way through the alley until he came to a ladder that led to the rooftop. He waited until he got to the very top of the roof before he dug into his weapon, pulling out a scroll of paper with a snarky smile, opening it up to look over the contents. Convoy routes for Dust shipments being sent through the city. . . Jackpot. Thank you Mags, now comes the easy bit, taking it from Torchprick's goons.

Picking the least guarded convoy, Silme put away the scroll in his pack and equipped his weapon, the claw part being pulled back to allow ease of using his hands as he began his sprint over the city, silenty making his way towards the nearest junction where the convoy was stopping to pick up some more Dust, then they'd leave to join another convoy. He soon arrived at the rest area, just as the convoy stopped at the junction. It was composed of a single truck, one Mech suit, and about a dozen pieces of cannon fodder. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.

He waited until half the group went into the target Dust shop to 'convince' the owner to part with some Dust for the cause, then he jumped down an alkey, watching from the shadows as one of the men came close to the opening. His hands shot out of the darkness, grabbing him,by his head and snapping his neck with a quick, brutal twist before dragging him into the alley. Then the massacre began, as he stealthily moved around thegroup, who were stupidly over-confident, not to mention slow. It wasn't until he had gone through half of the guys outside that they got on that something was up. The mech driver, sensing something a miss, scrambled back into his suit after having decidednto take a leak break on the sidewalk. Goddamit man, you're a faunus not an animal, just hold it. That guy was going down first, Silme was to pissed off at him to attack anyone else.

Sprinting out into the open from a different alley, he channeled his Sembalance into his claws, causing them to flip up andover his outstretched hands, a trail of reddish-silver following him as he reached the mech leg. He pressed a butyon in the gauntlet, spinning the cartridge holder until it hit Ice, before he struck out a viscous cross-slash at his target, causing a reddish silver ice to spread ober the entire limb and even to the main chasis, the addition of his Sembalance making the ice extremely caustic, the metal appendage already beginning to creak as the load it bore started to become more than it could take. Unaware of this, the mech turned to fire at him with it's light machine guns, but he was already gone, charging the 3 goon who had seemed to finally come to their senses as they all open fire on Silme with their assault rifles. Switching to wind Dust now, jumped into the air and began to spin around violently, causing a tornado of acidic winds to form arpund him as he fell towards the group, their bullets being corroded into dust before they even reached him.

He crashed into them, the winds burning their eyes and leaving them defenseless to his next attack. He stabbed his right claw forward into one of them, then pulled it out through the side, sending pieces of the soldier everywhere. His next victim was to be used as a human shield as the Mech open fire on him, he grabbed one of the blinded men and pulled him in front to take the brunt of the onslaught and his aura barrier deflected whated ever got through him. The Mech advanced quickly, still firing as he moved bacwards, his cover being blown away piece by bloody piece as he waited for the right moment to strike. Suddenly, the Mech stumbled a bit as its frozen leg broke open, revealing the vulnerable joints that keeps the thing stable.

Jackpot! Silme thought with a grin under his mask as he shifted his free claw into it's SMG mide and the Dust cartridge to Fire, turning the bullets into tiny explosive as he blasted the weakspot witg a barrage of burst-fire until the leg broke, causing the Mech to fall over with a crash. Turning to the store front, mutilated corpse still in hand, he reloaded the clip and open fire on the final goons he needed dead, mowing them down as they exited the store, the doorframe creating the perfect little bottleneck for his piercing bullets to eviscerate them. He stopoed firing only when the final man fell to the ground, before turning towards the surviving member, who was frozen in fear and had ckearly wet himself. Silme looked like a hungering demon with the corpse in his hands and the heterochromic red and silver of his eyes, piercing into the man's soul.

"Get in the truck and drive us to the Loner Zone, I'll be in back where the cargo is, and remember, I'll know where we're headed, and if you deviate just the slightest bit, you'll end up like your buddies over there, so get moving."Silme dropped the corpse and walked over to the Mech just as the pilot pops out, only to find himself looking down the barrel of Scarlet Ravager.

"End of the line for me, huh." He stated, unusually calm given the circumstances.

"Sorry," Silme responded, surprised to find that he trul meant it. Didn't stop him pulling the trigger, though.The White Fang had stripped him of his mercy a long time ago. "But with the life we chose, one is rarely assured a gentle death." He finushed quietly, staring at the man's corpse for a momentbefore turni g to the last one alive. "Did I stutter before, get in the fucking truck."

Fearfully, the man sprung inyo action, not even thinking of radioing back for fear of what might happen to him. Silme,using Corrosion and vials of Fire Dust, disposed of all the evidence he could of his presencd by fading away ghe blood, corroding bodies to nothingness, and setting the mech on a timer. He knew Torchprick's goons would be here soon, so he decided to leave a little gift for them inside the suit.

Silme got in the truck, and ordered the mam to move out. They drove slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed as thdy went along their way towards the Loner Zone. They were almost there when a large explosion could be heard rocked throigh the air, causing Silme to smile. I hope they like it, I made it with love, kindness, and a few pounds of highly volatile Fire Dust. I'm like fucking Santa Claus, but with explosions.

TL;DR: Rebellious teen is rebellious, Silme goes against everything that Magdeline says and makes off with a Truck full of dust heading to the Loner Zone. And who says crime doesn't pay?

RWBY - Downfall

Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.

Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.

Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.

After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.

And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.

Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.

Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.

Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.

Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.

Other: Wears this most of the time

Loner Garb

He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks

He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

You'll have to wait for pickup, so might as well have her come aboard.@Archmage MC

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Well, now that it's in my head, he will be next time. Frank is now the Krunk/Julee to Ian's Ezema/Varric.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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The shame of it all. All Light wanted was to get some. Yet not even the crazy pirate will give it to her.

@AcerRo

He will, just having too much fun being a crazy pirate.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

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And yet he doesn't invite the toon girl on a high seas adventure. You'd think he would but nope :P.

@Archmage MC

He would've, but he's too excited right now to think properly, as you can no doubt see.

RWBY - Downfall

@datadogie Once we get another character or two. Plus, I need to start writing it

@Dragonite777

Hey, I have an idea for a villain character, so can I make a villain?

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

@Sapphire I've yet to hear about that one.

In other news, we've got pirates now, and Ian's lost his small piece of sanity, so beware.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Ian

While everyone else was having fun on the beach, causing general chaos and what have you, Ian had made a startling discovery. This island. . . was able to grant wishes. How did he notice this, one may ask, and he would answer: "How else would I be able to pull duck tape and gorilla glue out of thin air?" He hadn't even noticed it until right now, but now that he knew, he was going to do what all people due when they find a glitch in the software.

Exploit the ever-living hell out of it.

Hidden on the far side of the island away from everyone else, Ian wished the one thing he had always wanted. A bonafide, mother-fuckin' Pirate ship, complete with a crew of undead skeleton pirates, as well as host of scantily clad servong wenches. The frigate that he had was equipped with 20 broadside canons on each side, except these were hi-tech cannons that exploded into quick hardening, porous foam, he didn't want to hurt anyone. . . much. As the ship bobbed in the ocean, Ian bursted out of the Captain's quarter dressed in the most stereotypical buccaneer outfit he could think of, with two cutlases and four flintlock pistols on his jacket, and the tricorner hat situated crookedly on his head. He looked certifiably insane, mostly because he was certifiably insane, at the moment anyway.

"Listen up you scurvey Seadogs, today we go Krakken hunting, any objections?"

"Will we get Workman's Comp. if we get injured in this event?" One skeleton asked, right before his head was blown to pieces, courtesy of Ian's flintlock, smoke rising from the barrel. "A simple "No" would've been fine sir."

Iab shrugged, "Yeah, but I.ve always wanted to do that. Sorry Frank."

"No problem, boss."

Walking up to the bow of the ship, he looked westward to the island, seeing a stream of smoke rising from the forest. What the fuck is wrong with people! Must be some idiot's dropped cigarette or something.

"Frank!"

"Yeah boss?"

"Tell the boom-guys to launch a volley where that smoke is coming from."

"Can't ypu give them a name more diginified than 'boomguys', like the actual one that you could look up on your-"

"Frank, do I need to shoot out your kneecaps, matey?" Ian warned, two flintlocks pointed at the skeleton's legs.

"No sir, I'll go tell them." Frank sighed, then went down to the lower decks, picking up shards of his skull along the way. With in seconds, the cannons were raised and 20 balls of light were sent screaming into the sky with a resounding cacophony of booms, then they'd fall onto the area of the fire, exploding into a pillar of foam that could be seen from the beach. With that taken care of, Ian made a gesture and the ship began to sail down the coast, where it would soon be visible to the beaches inhabitants as it made its way towards the Hentai Krakken, swerving around to have it's cannons pointing at the foul beast. Ian was hanging ffom the ratlines, pointing at Patel with hus cutluss and letting out a hoarse screaming call to his bony crew.

"Avast ye, scurvy swabs, there is our quarry, now prepare yourselves for bloody battle. Boomguys, blow the scallywag out of the sea, in other words, FIRE!!!!!!" With this hollar came an equally hoarse shot from the skeletons and wenches as they got into position, those who weren't manning the cannons aiming at the beast with flintlock rifles, firing of barrage after barrage of shots at him, each one followed by another cacophonous volley of cannon fire, the glowing spheres of quick-hardening foam slamming into the Krakken again and again, seemingly without end in sight.

@Letter Bee
@Lord Santa
@Savato
@RoflsMazoy

Damien and Insomnium

Insomnium snickered as Bitches McBlack fired a ball of energy at him. Raising his hands, hecaught the ball, absorbing the energy and tranfering it into shadow appendages that sprang from his back, each one forming cannon-like tips, which filled up with shadows that began to shift into pulsing red energy.Once the transger was complete, he sent out four beams of energymat her, before turning into a stream of reddish black shadows and hurtling towards her position, arms outstrecthed to form a type of scythe on either side as he did so, the blades bening dulled so that he didn't killed her. . . yet.

Damien, having felt Insomnium's presence, came upon the scene, and more specifically, Nate and Cer. Hearing the end of Cer's conversation to Nate, he walked up to the sphere and placed his hand on it. "Absorb it, no problem, I've been starving all day." His breath hitched as the energy flowed into him, a welcome relief to his somewhat empty systems. Goddammit, he was never going to stop loving this feeling, it was very adfictive at times. Once all the energy was drained, Cer would be free and he'd sitting by the tree watching Insomnium fight. He'd let him have his fun for now, byt the moment that he put someone in danger, Damien would end the fight.

@Subject Zero
@AcerRo
@Sapphire