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Silme Raana

“You keep staring and you're going to lose an eye."
-Silme Raana, Age 10


T H E B A S I C S 

|Name|
Silme Raana
|Team|
MASK
|Birth Date|

|Age|
17
|Race|
Timber Wolf Faunus

|Gender|
Male

|Designation|
reluctant Student, Secret Criminal


A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|
Silme is on the taller side, being around 6ft tall with room to grow, his silver hair cut short in a wild, unkempt style to keep it from getting in the way of his fighting. His eyes are a fierce amber color, closer in appearance to that of his animal lineage, especially when his instincts start to take over. He has a lean muscled figure covered with scars from his numerous criminal escapades, as well as a tattoo on his arm of a snarling wolf. As for his Faunus features, he has an easily noticeable pair of wolf ears on his head, as well as a tail, claws, and sharp canines that he's all to ready to use if needed.

G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E


|Likes & Dislikes|
✔  fighting, other Faunus, Scarlet Ravagers, taking humans down a pegor six, 
✘ being alone, people in general, Faunus who try and 'fit in'Domesticated fuckwads, Humans, hyper people, being touched, being told what to do, authority, Carver, Carver's weird habits, Hunters

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 Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks. 

He can also use them as a means of traversal by firing out the claws as a form of grappling hook attached to a good amount of strong, lightweight metal cable.

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. To help with this style, he's actually augmented his Aura so that it gives more of a physical power boost at the cost of it's defensive capabilities, making him a good deal stronger and a great deal faster than most, but taking hits is something he tries to avoid.

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 armor so and items, making him very effective at damaging and even destroying the weapons of others to lessen their combat effciency.He can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective, it still allows him to do more damage then normal. 

D E L V I N G  D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Aggresive ♦ Rebellious ♦ Somewhat Clueless ♦ Short-Temper♦ 
Silme is a loner by trade, and while he'll deny it vehemently, he really wishes he wasn't. He wants to connect with people, have real friends and family again, but he's afraid that he'll just get left behind again, abandoned by those he loved the most. Outwardly and in public, however, he's very abrasive, blunt, and vulgar, ready to speak his mind and pounce on anyone who tries to stop him(sometimes literally). The surest way to get on his shit list is to tell him what to do, as he hates that more than anything, especially if it's a human.

As far as fighting goes, he'll use evey advantage to win and will fight to the ducking end with all the feral energy of a wild beast. Now a trained killer, he'll have no problem ending his foes of the need arises, though not a second before. He has some sense of honor in that he won't fight a helpless opponent or murder innocents, but other than that, he can head cold and heartless as Carver himself.

|Place of Origin|
Vale
|History|
Silme is the son of two well-respected hunters, who were also terrible parents. While they did love their son, they were always out on the job, protecting others from danger while neglecting the one who needed them most. Then, they simply never came back, having gone MIA in the line of duty. Silme spent a few weeks devesatated by the loss, but that sadness soon turned to anger, distrust, and deep seated hatred against Hunter society as a whole. 

Silme has since then gotten involved with some unsavory types, getting himself stuck in the criminal underground and making a name for himself for his impressive fighting skills. When he was in trouble with some gangs looking to put him in his place, Carver showed up to save his hide and forcibly employ him into his service. Silme hates this arrangement, but he can't get out if it since Carber has him by the throat in more ways then one. His time as Carver's protege hasn't been all bad, however, as the former hunter has taught him many thinks in the time they've been together that, when combined with his own natural skill and garnered combat experience, makes him a force to be reckoned with in battle.
|Relations with other characters|

|Extra|
Hates to be mothered or otherwise taken care of

Tail and Ears give away his feelings, especially when he try's to hide them

Wolf blood gives him increased endurance, Stamina, strength, and senses, though the most enhanced are his stamina and senses. He also has a very strong bite, capable of breaking bones if he bites down hard enough. 

He has a helmet styled in the fashion of a Beowulf mask that he wears for intimidation purpoaes and to hide his identity while doing criminal activity. The eyes glow silver and red, and his voice becomes heavily distorted, adding to the monstrous appearance

Has a tough time controlling his more animalistic side




C H A R A C T E R  S H E E T 

Carver Aureus

“Life's much too short to worry about petty things like laws or decency. Have an affair, punch a hobo, stab somebody, do whatever the hell you want, cause everything's permitted as long as you don't get caught.”
-Carver Aureus


T H E B A S I C S 

|Name|
Carver Aureus
|Team|

|Birth Date|
Wouldn't you like to know
|Age|
32
|Race|
Human
|Gender|
Male
|Designation|
Crime Boss, Father figure(?) for Silmefor better or for worse


A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|
Carver is a man blessed with saintly good looks, with sparkling green eyes and straight blonde hair that reach to his shoulders. His figure is what you'd expect of a Hunter, lean and toned, plenty muscular physique and covered with a variety of scars, most of them being old wounds from his hunting days. When it comes to his clothing, he usually wears high-quality dress clothes that have been modified for use in combat while still remaining rather stylish, usually in the forms of jackets, slacks, and dress shoes. 

|Scars, Tattoos, Other Markings|
He has a large tattoo that spans the whole of his back and spills over on to his arms, a veritable tapestry of colors that seems to span the rainbow. They shimmer with iridescent colors when shown to the light, and seem to glow when in the dark. Despite their beauty, Carver is very adverse o discussing them and will either dodge the questions or, if people still try to pry, get violent.

G E T T I N G  T O  K N O W  M E


|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Women(Especially Faunus women), money, Freedom, Silme when he isn't being a little brat, Luxury, messing with the police and Hunters
✘ People mentioning tattoos, people who go back on deals, traitors, mindless violence, self-righteous types, hero types, Uppity rats that don't know their place

Weapon: Never being one to play by the rules, Carver bears two weapons, A mechanized long-sword that can turn into a form of chainsaw by splitting in half, edge-wise, and ejecting a number of inch long serrated blades. His other weapon is a powerful revolver that bears a Dust Applicator, as well as a varied internal barrel. By pressing a button, he can change how the dust effects the bullet, from either simply affecting the bullet, to drawing a line of elemental energy as it travels, to even apply an effect to the target on hit. Not only that, but the bullets it fires have a very high impact, meaning they can do quite a lot of damage if they hit, though consecutive firing is near impossible due to the extreme recoil the weapon has. He can also out fit it with specially designed Aura-piercing rounds, but these are incredible expensive black market items, so he only uses them when faced with no other option.

Semblance: Live Fast, Die Hard; these are the words that he lives by and his his ability reflects that. When active, he gains a slight golden glow, as well as an impressive boost to his speed, but the thing that makes this Semblance dangerous is that when he gets into a fight that stacked against him, he gets even stronger. The more damage he takes and the less Aura he has, the stronger his Semblance becomes, enabling him to move faster and hit harder then he normally be able to. He can also apply his Semblance to a single limb, doubling the boost to speed but only to that limb, making it most useful when he's trying to get a shot on an unsuspecting foe or trying to overwhelm his opponent with a furious flurry of attacks.

Aside from that, Carver is very skilled in the ways of manipulating dust, having had to deal with it being engrained to his skin since birth and being forced to train with his father for experiments. While he may not like it using it, the dust in his skin is something he's very use to using, as he can now launch attacks using it without even a second thought. It's draining, however, to use it too much, hence why he tends to rely on his other skills first, only resorting to dust when he needs to make sure a foe is finished. He can use all forms of elements, as well as mixing them together to form new effects, and the results can be as devastating as they are tiring.


D E L V I N G  D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Ruthless ♦ Laid back ♦ Care-free ♦ Flirtatious ♦
Carver is a Free spirit, both a lover and a fighter who doesn't care about societal taboos and has a love for the strange and unnatural. This is why he doesn't mind the Faunus like some other humans might, and even prefers them to humans since they seem to be clearly superior. He bears a somewhat odd fixation on women of the Faunus variety(any species of Faunus), and tends to treat them with all kinds of flattery, flirtation, and seduction, though he does this to all women, in truth. Faunus just get special attention. 

With men, he tends to be sarcastic jackass with a superiority complex, not really treating themas if they're on the same level as he is. He also tends to demean them heavily and may have played a part in Silme's tendency to insult someone as soon as he sees them, as that's what he tends to do, often with a nickname of sorts. However, don't let his odd behaviors fool you, the man is as heartless and ruthless as they come, if not more so, dealing with everything in his way in a calculated and cool manner. He's broken his share knees and necks to get to where he is today, and will never lose any sleep over it. He beleives in survival of the fittest, and anyone who falls to him deserved to get crushed by his presence.

|Place of Origin|
Vale
|History|
Carver's childhood was a miserable one, as he had the misfortune of having a mad man as his father. Obsessed with discovering the secrets of dust, aura, semblances, and even further along, attempting to replicate the tale of the 4 maidens. To that end, he experimented on a number of hapless people in the shadows of Vale, learning much about the nature of Aura and Semblances that others couldn't even begin to comprehend, but through methods that few others would pursue in order to get the same result. Carver was not born naturally, but was created using the life force of many, meant to be a perfect being in every way. As Carver grew up, however, he began to notice something. 

He was better than his father, which was inevitably followed by the fact that he was better than everyone else as well.

This didn't give him an arrogant attitude or excessive pride, just a simple realization that he shouldn't have to listen to those who are inferior to him. So, once he learned everything there was to know from his father, he left the man to stare at his burning hime, all of his discoveries set to torch to prevent another him form being made. The last he saw of his father was the man trying to rush into the building and reclaim his research. After that day, Carver was taken in by a nice family at the age of 14 and soon became known as a prodigy among prodigies. It was here that he learned all their was to know about Hunting Grimm, about the world at large, and many, many more things. He eventually became a hunter and had a grand life, but he felt . . . constrained by the laws set in place by those who couldn't understand his superiority. It ate at him, killing his desire to do anything day by day until, finally, he had enough. Tired of it all, he faked his own death at the hands of a Grimm, then went off to pursue a career that fit more with his beliefs. Apparently, that career was being a crime boss
|Relations with other characters|
Silme's father figure
|Extra|

Akio Tendou

Sunagakure, Confederate Archive, Hamajo Confederate

Fuckin' hell. . . Akio groaned mentally from her seat near the back of the building, massaging her temples in an effort to make the pain in her head go away. After the festival and the added kick to the gut that was seeing Aoi, Akio had hit the liquor especially hard last night. Every thing after the 4th bottle was fuzzy, but she was certain she spent the first half of her night on the phone with someone, she had no clue who, speaking in between sobs and drunken nonsense about everything that was wrong with her life, before taking out her frustration on one of he house plants in her room, only to finally fall asleep in a drunken stupor. She'd woken up this morning feeling worse than shit, and after popping two pills and drinking some water, she could safely say that she still felt like shit, but at least she could operate somewhat effectively now.

Her current assignment was an easy one, defend the archive building in case the Red Sages attack. While she currently wasn't in the mood to deal with that shit, she had a some people around to help her watch the perimeter and shit. She'd been here for a few hours now, and her headache had gone from 'I can barely think' to 'Everything hurts, but I can suck it up'. A cough from nearby brought her out of hr thoughts with an irritated grumble as she lifted her head to look at the person who'd interrupted her hangover. He was a young man, probably a brand new chunnin, who had a very disapproving look on his face as he looked at his current superior.

"Tendou-san, I understand that you're not feeling well, but don't you think you should assist in guarding the perimeter, or at the very le-"

"Kid, shut the hell up. Your voice is just worsening my headache." Akio swiftly interrupted, not in the mood for some self-righteous, wet behind the ears green horn get on her about duties. "I'll take fucking patrol when I feel like I'm ready for it, cause as it is right now, I'd probably get killed right off the bat. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" Akio looked at him coldly with her golden eyes, and while the chunnin conceded and said no. she could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say yes. Once he left, Akio simply reclined in her chair, once again going about the ritual of rubbing her temple in order to make the pain go away. "Fucking brat, it's not like I've been sitting here doing nothing." 

Akio grumbled a bit as she checked her static strings, which she had all over the building and over the ventalation grates, so that she could get an advance notice in case anything crossed the perimeter. It wasn't a perfect system, by any means, as anything could set it off, but it at least made it so that she wouldn't get completely blindsided incase anything came her way. With a sigh, she began to lean back in the chair, giving a silent prayer to whatever god there was that she'd gotten and easy mission today. Just guarded a glorified library for a day or two, than go to the outpost and wait for the shit to hit the fan. For the first day of a declared war, it wasn't so bad. Yet still, something in the back of her pained mind was telling her that this was too easy, and that things were going to go south and soon. Call it women's intuition, experience, or just the knowledge that she had shit luck, but it stuck in Akio's gut and she wasn't about to deny this feeling completely. But she really, really hoped that it was wrong.

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