Raijinslayer

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin is a tall, lean individual, easily distinguished from a crowd by his long strands of silvery-white hair and his deep azure eyes. It used to be easy to classify him as a "pretty boi" as the soft angularity of his features leads to him being a rather attractive looking individual. However, this handsome face is now marred by a large patch of burn scars that spread haphazardly over his face, looking as if he had gotten into fight with a flaming chainsaw and lost badly. These burn scars spread across his entire body as well, often causing him to avoid wearing anything that shows off too much skin.

Speaking of his attire, he often walks around in a dark blue cloak covering the majority of his form, beneath it being a somewhat stylish but still functional oufit(as pictured).
He often keeps his right arm underneath his cloak whenever possible, as he doesn't care to have people asking questions about it.

Likely look of him. Plus he's around 22.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@Lemonsyeeeee. . . sorry about dat. I'll post something tomorrow.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

*after a million years, i've finally posted*

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Lazulin Mulciber

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• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •

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*Yawn*

The downside of tailing soon drew it's ugly head upon Lazulin, his riveting game of solataire seemed on the verge of putting him to sleep. With a muttered curse, he shuffled the cards back together before putting them away in his pack. With a groan, he rose from his seat(much to the combined protest and relief of his body and muscles), taking a moment to stretch out the kinks from his prolonged period of near inaction. Incidentally, as he chose to rise up, he noticed the sound of some commotion from the next railway car over. Curious, he started to make his way towards it but quickly decided against it, not wanting to draw undue attention to himself by getting involved. Instead, he made his way to the upper decks of the barge, taking a moment to breathe in the welcome freshness of the air around him.

Though this moment was quickly ruined by the churning of passing wind sending his long silverly locks to flutter madly into his face. After a few minute or so getting that into a much less irritating(if hastily done) ponytail, he'd turned to look at the growing commotion that seemed to becoming form his right. Apparently, whatever commotion had been going on had spread, much to his chargin. Seemed to be a confrontation between a young blonde-haired youth and a similar-looking man, the latter's reaction to being punched in the face by the former being to hug him.

. . . odd.

Odder still was the action of the woman that seemed to follow the sun-haired youth from below, saying a few words to the older man that Lazulin was too far away to catch, though he couldn't miss her next course of action. Something must've startled the woman, as she quickly drew her sabre, which suddenly seemed to shimmer with heat along the edge. A jumpiness and action that seemed more inline with a woman on the run from the order whose colors she bore. As interesting as this incident had just become, it had also become that much more precarious for him. For a possibly rogue Inquistor to reveal her magic must mean she had confirmed the danger, right? In which case, Laz's plan had fallen rather quickly to shambles before it had began and his chances of capture sky-rocketed. But instead of losing his cool, he simply readied himself for action, feeling for the reserves of magical energy with in him, ready to unleash it if need be.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Contemplates making Silme throw something at Maroon to get his attention

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Posted. Mostly Silme just trying, and failing, to be patient. He also kinda made everyone ears hurt because his gear is that fucked up and he has no idea what he's doing. His technical expertise begins and ends with how to manipulate dust, so dealing with experimental Atlesian tech is difficult, to say the least.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Silme Raana

Silme merely clicked his teeth in annoyance at the girl's muttering, his already irritable mood only having grown worse thanks to her 'offer'. I barely trust the blacksmith to not fuck with my stuff, and that's only cause I'm paying him. Speaking of the old bastard, the faunus couldn't help but wonder if his age had gotten to the man's hearing, otherwise he didn't properly seem to understand Silme's request. In anyoher town, Silme would've just told the owner to go fuck himself before heading off to some other place, but this was the only forge worthy mentioning in this craphole of a town. As such, he'd have to make nice. . . for now. He waited until Azu had finished up her talk with the owner, or at least was close enough to it that he could butt in when it could be considered less than rude to do so, if not particular proper.

However, it would seem that the fates were against him getting his geared checked on, as another girl would appear in the doorway, loudly calling out to the blacksmith. Silme was half-tempted to tell her to sut her goddamn trap, but held it in. Raising a fuss would only get him kicked out and then he'd just be shit out of luck. So, knowing that the socially acceptable time to speak had passed, he decided to simply wait in a corner and stew in his frustration, taking the time to look around his surroundings a bit.

He saw all the usual tools of the trade and craft that a man of Maroon's profession would have, stuff that he would love to have a go at if he wasn't afraid of busting his finnicky-as-fuck weapon. Just thinking about the damn things brought a low growl from his throat as he lifted them up. The gauntlets were of a fine and sleek make, despite the seeming bulk that made up the arm guards. With a fine Atlesian white and grey finish that held all the prim and proper appearance that came with such associations, you'd think it to be a state f the art weapon of only the finest quality. Unfortunately for him, this particular weapon was nothing but a proto-type, one that had been discontinued for being too impractical for the average Huntsman. They should've been scrapped for parts, but his teacher at Atlas had considered him to be a perfect subject to test out their practicality on the field.

With a grunt, he placed one of the gauntlets down before attempting to figure out the problem one more time on his own. Donning a gauntlet on his right hand caused the machinery inside the reinforced steel casing to purr as it came to life, but Silme didn't have time to appreciate the sound. He was too busy waiting for the now all too familiar sting as the weapon began to siphon off his Aura, an over all uncomfortable sensation the could best be compared to having someone sucking you blood out through your pores. The feeling lessened after a short while, though it never vanished.

Ugggh. . . I'm never going to get used to that. He grumbled internally as he began basic testing of his gear. First he'd start to clench and unclench his fist to make sure nothing stuck or was jammed, followed by a slight reving of the Aura reactor within the machine, causing the gauntlet to humm once more. After this were a few calibration tests needed to ensure all the support systems were still functional, followed by the big two tests. "Aura Claws: Activate."

A rather boring activation code, to be certain, but he wasn't up to personalizing it until he had decided on a proper name for the damn things. The gauntlets, however, seemed to take offense to their master's lack of creativity, as the tips started shooting out a spray of silver sparks, making a rather hi-pitched screeching sound that would likely hurt everyone's ears a bit, his most of all due to his damned faunus senses. Luckily, this would last for only a short moment before the blades would form with a sudden 'bzzzt 'as they sprung to life. Five claw-like blades of silver energy sputtered to life in front of him, the edges rough, jagged, and seeming to move along the blade's edge in a fashion similarly to a chainsaw, causing Silme to let out a frustrated groan as he muttered the deactivation code. The claws would disperse into the air around him in a mist of silver wisps while the gauntlet powered down. As soon as it was safe to do so, Silme tugged the damn thing off and tossed it onto the worktable in front of him, the frustation of his many, many attempts to fix this problem himself coming to the fore.

"If that girl still isn't done talking with the old man, I'm going to stop caring about social decorum and fuckin' make that old, hard of hearing bastard help me through this if I have to."

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax Yo, I am back from my hiatus. Will get a post up in the next day or so once I catch myself up.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiaxSorry to do this near the start of an RP, but I'm going to have to go on a brief hiatus from RP's. I need to focuson my schoolwork for the next two weeks. @chukklehed Feel free to move Silme where ever so that Azu isn't locked into helping him or whatever. Assume he said somethig rude(which he like did). Again, sorry to do this, but my grades need some quick attention if i want to pass my classes.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@chukklehedye, it's just that Silme's changed a bit, which likely will come to a bit of a shock. Also, i'll be getting up a revised post in a few hours, since Silme was apparently ignored by Maroon. Something that irritatea hin greatly.