Raijinslayer

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Ezekial Gloucester

"House Gloucester remains strong as it ever has been, to suggest otherwise is foolishness at best and. . . well. . . House Daphnel was far from the only one eyeing a spot on at the Roundtable."

Name

Ezekial Gloucester

Age

19

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble, of House Gloucester

Crest

Crest of Gloucester [Major]
The power of this crest is to serve as a resevoir of magical energy within the body that Ezekial can call on to temporarily enhance his physicality, normally either his speed or strength. It takes time to build up this reserve, however, so he can't dig into it too much without draining it entirely. If he does drain himself as such, a quick wave of fatigue and vertigo will often follow, not enough to cripple the young lord but often leaving a wide opening if it occurs in the heat of battle.

Starting Class

Myrmidion

Weapon of Choice

Sword(Rapier)

Strengths

Sword and Reason

Weaknesses

Armor and Bows

Starting Spells

Thunder

Personality

Ezekial was once a more hot-headed sort, known for being a well-meaning, if a tad snobbish in his demeanor but always willing to lend a helping hand to those he felt needed the protection of a noble. This led to him gaining a bit of a reputation around both his home and the Roundtable Houses at large as a bit of a wild child with a most mercurial temper that made him as likely to befriend someone as he was to crack them across the face for a veiled insult.

This all changed when the House Ordelia took away his father from him, leaving ELias to not only shoulder the weight of firstborn heir all the more seriously. . . but to realize that the vague warnings his father had often given him about how his was a position earned through diligence and caution. Anyone from any house could reveal themselves to be a slavering wolf out for his throat, eager to drag him to the ground and tear him to pieces.

From that incident, Ezekial withdrew from the world and from many of his previous relations for a few years. When he once more appeared amongst the courts of the Alliance, he seemed an entirely different young man than before. Ever polite, every action disciplined, every emotion controlled, and every word planned out minutes in advanced. He seemed ever the proper young heir.

A very well crafted facade, but a facade all the same.

Beneath the mask, Ezekial holds everyone at an arms length, not willing to trust any from outside his House, and honestly, very ill at wase for many within it as well. In every noble he met, he saw another wolf licking it's fangs, waiting for even a moment of weakness or hesitation. Keeping the company of this Paranoia, however, is a deep, unabiding animosity for House Ordelia. His words about the House are civil, polite, and often dripping with venom as he sees them as little more than ambitious traitors who were lucky to have not been wiped off the map for what they did.

History

Born to Stefan and Henrietta Gloucester, Ezekial proved to be an intelligent if difficult child since his birth. Whether it was finding ways to sneak out of his crib as an infant or evading his nursery maids and caretakers once he managed to start standing on his own two feet, the Gloucester heir was known for driving his parents to frustration wih his mischief. Stefan, in particular, often personally atteneded to the boy's lessons in order to help ensure his behavior and continually attempt to press upon the young boy the importance of his position as the Archduke's heir.

"To be the Archduke is more than just a position of privlege," His father would often say. "for that privilege is something that many will covet. You must always be vigilant, and always be ready for the dangers that may strike from unexpected places, lest those who follow you become lost without your guidance."

Ezekial was mindful of his father's words but they never seemed to mean much to him until the day a messenger came to the castle, a grave look painted across his face as he asked to see his uncle. To this day, the young lord remembers the pitiful look the messenger gave him as he walked on by, saying so much with not a word spoken between them. The days that followed the murder of his father were a deadened blur of heartfelt apologies and attempts at silent whispers that belayed there true intentions. It wasn't until he stood before his father's gravestone,a bouqet of flowers in hand, that he realized the true weight of his father's warning. He felt every gaze among the court on his back, watching him for signs of weakness, sizing him up against the other prospects, muttering to each other about whether this boy would be able to take up his father's legacy.

The golden wolves baying and howling as they circled their gilded prey.

From that point onward, Ezekial through himself into his studies with a feorcity and dedication that surprised his tutors, the recklessness of his youth now left behind at the grave of his lord father as he realized what needed to be done to protect his family. Where before he'd avoid the frequent meetings to discuss the affairs of his lands, now he was the first to arrive in the meeting room with his liege lords. But as he took to his responsibilities, the servants found him to be ever the colder and more distant than the young man they used to see running through the halls. Rare was a smile ever seen on his face, and even those were often polite, fake things if he was not attending to the needs of his mother or sister.

When it came to the matters of the Roundtable, the young lord proved himself to be a staunch opponent and traditionalist in the face of Clarissa's more progressive viewpoints, often questioning the feasibility of her suggestions against the reality of their resources and society. She made clear her intent to take the title of Archduke for her family, but Ezekial was determined that if she was to take his familiy's position, she'd have to earn every single inch of progress she made towards that goal.

BEcause first and foremost to Ezekial is the desire to keep his family safe and the Leister Alliance strong in the face of external threats, and in Clarissa he couldn't help but see a threat to the stability of both.

Trivia

When he was younger, Ezekial fought with a more regular straight sword, often swing it with surprising strength in a much more brutish fashion, something his father always disparaged him for. His shift to a Rapier was done both to better fit the image of the noble heir and to exemplify his new outlook on his life through a fighting style focused on waiting for singular opportune moments to land devesating strikes on his foes.

His younger sister often calls him Zeke, and while he doesn't mind if she does it, anyone who tries to call him the same if his sister isn't there will often get a rather cold glare as a signal to cut it out immediiately

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

Ezekial Gloucester

"House Gloucester remains strong as it ever has been, to suggest otherwise is foolishness at best and. . . well. . . House Daphnel was far from the only one eyeing a spot on at the Roundtable."

Name

Ezekial Gloucester

Age

19

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble, of House Gloucester

Crest

Crest of Gloucester [Major]
The power of this crest is to serve as a resevoir of magical energy within the body that Ezekial can call on to temporarily enhance his physicality, normally either his speed or strength. It takes time to build up this reserve, however, so he can't dig into it too much without draining it entirely. If he does drain himself as such, a quick wave of fatigue and vertigo will often follow, not enough to cripple the young lord but often leaving a wide opening if it occurs in the heat of battle.

Starting Class

Myrmidion

Weapon of Choice

Sword(Rapier)

Strengths

Sword and Reason

Weaknesses

Armor and Bows

Starting Spells

Thunder

Personality

Ezekial was once a more hot-headed sort, known for being a well-meaning, if a tad snobbish in his demeanor but always willing to lend a helping hand to those he felt needed the protection of a noble. This led to him gaining a bit of a reputation around both his home and the Roundtable Houses at large as a bit of a wild child with a most mercurial temper that made him as likely to befriend someone as he was to crack them across the face for a veiled insult.

This all changed when the House Ordelia took away his father from him, leaving ELias to not only shoulder the weight of firstborn heir all the more seriously. . . but to realize that the vague warnings his father had often given him about how his was a position earned through diligence and caution. Anyone from any house could reveal themselves to be a slavering wolf out for his throat, eager to drag him to the ground and tear him to pieces.

From that incident, Ezekial withdrew from the world and from many of his previous relations for a few years. When he once more appeared amongst the courts of the Alliance, he seemed an entirely different young man than before. Ever polite, every action disciplined, every emotion controlled, and every word planned out minutes in advanced. He seemed ever the proper young heir.

A very well crafted facade, but a facade all the same.

Beneath the mask, Ezekial holds everyone at an arms length, not willing to trust any from outside his House, and honestly, very ill at wase for many within it as well. In every noble he met, he saw another wolf licking it's fangs, waiting for even a moment of weakness or hesitation. Keeping the company of this Paranoia, however, is a deep, unabiding animosity for House Ordelia. His words about the House are civil, polite, and often dripping with venom as he sees them as little more than ambitious traitors who were lucky to have not been wiped off the map for what they did.

History

Born to Stefan and Henrietta Gloucester, Ezekial proved to be an intelligent if difficult child since his birth. Whether it was finding ways to sneak out of his crib as an infant or evading his nursery maids and caretakers once he managed to start standing on his own two feet, the Gloucester heir was known for driving his parents to frustration wih his mischief. Stefan, in particular, often personally atteneded to the boy's lessons in order to help ensure his behavior and continually attempt to press upon the young boy the importance of his position as the Archduke's heir.

"To be the Archduke is more than just a position of privlege," His father would often say. "for that privilege is something that many will covet. You must always be vigilant, and always be ready for the dangers that may strike from unexpected places, lest those who follow you become lost without your guidance."

Ezekial was mindful of his father's words but they never seemed to mean much to him until the day a messenger came to the castle, a grave look painted across his face as he asked to see his uncle. To this day, the young lord remembers the pitiful look the messenger gave him as he walked on by, saying so much with not a word spoken between them. The days that followed the murder of his father were a deadened blur of heartfelt apologies and attempts at silent whispers that belayed there true intentions. It wasn't until he stood before his father's gravestone,a bouqet of flowers in hand, that he realized the true weight of his father's warning. He felt every gaze among the court on his back, watching him for signs of weakness, sizing him up against the other prospects, muttering to each other about whether this boy would be able to take up his father's legacy.

The golden wolves baying and howling as they circled their gilded prey.

From that point onward, Ezekial through himself into his studies with a feorcity and dedication that surprised his tutors, the recklessness of his youth now left behind at the grave of his lord father as he realized what needed to be done to protect his family. Where before he'd avoid the frequent meetings to discuss the affairs of his lands, now he was the first to arrive in the meeting room with his liege lords. But as he took to his responsibilities, the servants found him to be ever the colder and more distant than the young man they used to see running through the halls. Rare was a smile ever seen on his face, and even those were often polite, fake things if he was not attending to the needs of his mother or sister.

When it came to the matters of the Roundtable, the young lord proved himself to be a staunch opponent and traditionalist in the face of Clarissa's more progressive viewpoints, often questioning the feasibility of her suggestions against the reality of their resources and society. She made clear her intent to take the title of Archduke for her family, but Ezekial was determined that if she was to take his familiy's position, she'd have to earn every single inch of progress she made towards that goal.

BEcause first and foremost to Ezekial is the desire to keep his family safe and the Leister Alliance strong in the face of external threats, and in Clarissa he couldn't help but see a threat to the stability of both.

Trivia

When he was younger, Ezekial fought with a more regular straight sword, often swing it with surprising strength in a much more brutish fashion, something his father always disparaged him for. His shift to a Rapier was done both to better fit the image of the noble heir and to exemplify his new outlook on his life through a fighting style focused on waiting for singular opportune moments to land devesating strikes on his foes.

His younger sister often calls him Zeke, and while he doesn't mind if she does it, anyone who tries to call him the same if his sister isn't there will often get a rather cold glare as a signal to cut it out immediiately

Hello all, I'll be your Gloucester rep for this RP. Sheet's not done yet, still need to figure out the all the kinks but hope we can all have a good time.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Ezekial Gloucester W.I.P

"House Gloucester remains strong as it ever has been, to suggest otherwise is foolishness at best and. . . well. . . House Daphne is far from the only one eyeing a spot on at the Roundtable."

Name

Ezekial Gloucester

Age

19

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble, of House Gloucester

Crest

Crest of Gloucester [Major]
The power of this crest is to serve as a resevoir of magical energy within the body that Elias can call on to temporarily enhance his physicality, normally either his speed or strength. It takes time to build up this reserve, however, so he can't dig into it too much without draining it entirely. If he does drain himself as such, a quick wave of fatigue and vertigo will often follow, not enough to cripple the young lord but often leaving a wide opening if it occurs in the heat of battle.

Starting Class

Myrmidion

Weapon of Choice

Sword(Rapier)

Strengths

Sword and Reason

Weaknesses

Armor and Bows

Starting Spells

Thunder

Personality

Ezekial was once a more hot-headed sort, known for being a well-meaning, if a tad snobbish in his demeanor but always willing to lend a helping hand to those he felt needed the protection of a noble. This led to him gaining a bit of a reputation around both his home and the Roundtable Houses at large as a bit of a wild child with a most mercurial temper that made him as likely to befriend someone as he was to crack them across the face for a veiled insult.

This all changed when the House Ordelia took away his father from him, leaving ELias to not only shoulder the weight of firstborn heir all the more seriously. . . but to realize that the vague warnings his father had often given him about how his was a position earned through diligence and caution. Anyone from any house could reveal themselves to be a slavering wolf out for his throat, eager to drag him to the ground and tear him to pieces.

From that incident, Ezekial withdrew from the world and from many of his previous relations for a few years. When he once more appeared amongst the courts of the Alliance, he seemed an entirely different young man than before. Ever polite, every action disciplined, every emotion controlled, and every word planned out minutes in advanced. He seemed ever the proper young heir.

A very well crafted facade, but a facade all the same.

Beneath the mask, Ezekial holds everyone at an arms length, not willing to trust any from outside his House, and honestly, very ill at wase for many within it as well. In every noble he met, he saw another wolf licking it's fangs, waiting for even a moment of weakness or hesitation. Keeping the company of this Paranoia, however, is a deep, unabiding animosity for House Ordelia. His words about the House are civil, polite, and often dripping with venom as he sees them as little more than ambitious traitors who were lucky to have not been wiped off the map for what they did.

History

Born to Stefan and Henrietta Gloucester, Ezekial proved to be an intelligent if difficult child since his birth. Whether it was finding ways to sneak out of his crib as an infant or evading his nursery maids and caretakers once he managed to start standing on his own two feet, the Gloucester heir was known for driving his parents to frustration wih his mischief. Stefan, in particular, often personally atteneded to the boy's lessons in order to help ensure his behavior and continually attempt to press upon the young boy the importance of his position as the Archduke's heir.

"Do be the Archduke is more than just a position of privlege," His father would often say. "for that privilege is something that many will covet. You must always be vigilant, and always be ready for the dangers that may strike from unexpected places, lest those who follow you become lost without your guidance."

Ezekial was mindful of his father's words but they never seemed to mean much to him until the day a messenger came to the castle, a grave look painted across his face as he asked to see his uncle. To this day, the young lord remembers the pitiful look the messenger gave him as he walked on by, saying so much with not a word spoken between them. The days that followed the murder of his father were a deadened blur of heartfelt apologies and attempts at silent whispers that belayed there true intentions. It wasn't until he stood before his father's gravestone,a bouqet of flowers in hand, that he realized the true weight of his father's warning. He felt every gaze among the court on his back, watching him for signs of weakness, sizing him up against the other prospects, muttering to each other about whether this boy would be able to take up his fathe'rs legacy.

The golden wolves baying and howling as they circled their gilded prey.

From that point onward, Ezekial through himself into his studies with a feorcity and dedication that surprised his tutors, the recklessness of his youth now left behind at the grave of his lord father as he realized what needed to be done to protect his family. Where before he'd avoid the frequent meetings to discuss the affairs of his lands, now he was the first to arrive in the meeting room with his liege lords. But as he took to his responsibilities, the servants found him to be ever the colder and more distant than the young man they used to see running through the halls. Rare was a smile ever seen on his face, and even those were often polite, fake things if he was not attending to the needs of his mother or sister.

When it came to the matters of the Roundtable, the young lord proved himself to be a staunch opponent and traditionalist in the face of Clarissa's more progressive viewpoints, often questioning the feasibility of her suggestions against the reality of their resources and society. She made clear her intent to take the title of Archduke for her family, but Ezekial was determined that if she was to take his familiy's position, she'd have to earn every single inch of progress she made towards that goal.

BEcause first and foremost to Ezekial is the desire to keep his family safe and the Leister Alliance strong in the face of external threats, and in Clarissa he couldn't help but see a threat to the stability of both.

Trivia

When he was younger, Ezekial fought with a more regular straight sword, often swing it with surprising strength in a much more brutish fashion, something his father always disparaged him for. His shift to a Rapier was done both to better fit the image of the noble heir and to exemplify his new outlook on his life through a fighting style focused on waiting for singular opportune moments to land devesating strikes on his foes.

His younger sister often calls him Zeke, and while he doesn't mind if she does it, anyone who tries to call him the same if his sister isn't there will often get a rather cold glare as a signal to cut it out immediiately

You Can Become a Hero!

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - JUSTICE, The Hero of Righteousness(Seison, Terada) Hometown - Hokkaido, Sapporo District Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Male - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Paragon Justice is a young man of rather big ideals of justice and what is "right" and "just", always pushing for fairness and equality to the point of irritation for some. Due to his rather. . . bold personality however, this often leads to him getting into vocal (and sometimes physical) conflict and confrotnations with those who don't share his view or that he catches going against it. The boy isn't completely without empathy or an idea of nuance, but Justice isn't a persona of subtly and often he finds himself pushing the issue by virtue of these personality extremes. Brash Justice tends to solve problems in the most direct way possible, finding the act of trying to work around issues to be just delaying the inevitable, so why not just rip the bandage right off. This leads to him having a very "tell-it-like-it-is" way of speaking where he often sounds a lot more harsh than he generally means to be. Sometimes Justice catches himself Surprisingly Intelligent Many people assume that Justice is just a *bit* of an idiot, due to his loud personality and lack of a filter for any thought that passes through his head. And while Justice does have some slight issues in his development of social skills, the boy often proves his nay-sayers wrong with his test scores and a head for quirk theory. In fact, Quirk research is a back-up plan that Justice has mentioned to his family in the (abyssmally low) change that he decided to do something other than hero work, maybe even serving as a teacher.

Physical Description Justice stands at about average height for a boy of his age, standing out by sheer virtue of his brilliant platinum blonde ahir and vibrant eyes that he often styles to be as attention catching as possible. He has handsome if somewhat effeminate features, tho whichever way he wants to come off is decided on the day as he dis through his sizeable wardrobe. When it comes to fashion, he often goes for either very loud and eye-grabbing clothes or settle for loose and baggy when it comes time to jus trelax or walk around the time. As for his physical ability, Justice always works to keep himself in peak fitness, at times tending towards over doing it which has left him in some pickles during his training. Still, that leaves him with a lean athletic build which has even started to see a bit of definition as of late, a fact that he has often bragged to his family about much to their irritation. Personal History Terada has never been alone. Born with a twin, living in a family of 6 tha tquickly become a family of 8 once his younger siblings were born, he has never once really known of a time where he wasn't with at least one other person at all times. Akari, his twin, has always been tinkering with gears and electronics in the bed next to his, his mother has always been hovering just out of sight, keeping an eye on her troublemaking middle child lest he cause some other incident requiring her to run damage control on. Even when him and Akari found themselves gettiing older with no sign of a quirk popping up, the two often took solace in the fact that the misfortune was shared. It was during typical altercation with some know-it-all older kids trying tp push Akari around, did Terada finally get a slight feeling of what it would be like to be lonely. One moment, he was swinging at the bullies ineffectually, a feeling of anger and frustration building up in him as he wanted to make this kid stop already, only for the world to be consumed in a bright flash of light. Everyone screamed out in shock, including the teacher who'd come in to break up the fight, but Terada's vision seemed to recover quicker than the others. As such, he saw, before Akari managed to hide the expression away, the most devastated expression he'd ever seen planted across his twin's face. That look haunted Terada for a long time afterwards, evne as he tried to smile and accept the congratulations from the teachers, from his family, his parents, the face Akari had made, some mix between sorrow and outrage, really hit the boy in his core. Because it came with a question: "What if Akari. . . doesn't want to be around me anymore?" This one fear, this early dread of being without one of the closest people in his life, is likely what drove Terada into his next action. Upon seeing the same bullies from before starting to circle Akari and pick at them, did he suddenly feela surge of outrage and . . . determination fill his chest. And in that instance, yelling at the top of his lungs for the bullies to stop, in that moment, the persona known as Justice was born and his desire to become a hero for the people. Character Arc Justice has no friends. The only people he's been really "close" to are his family, and now he's away from them, in a lone apartment with a stranger, and having to deal with the fact that his closest sibling, Akari, has begun avoiding him despite all he feels like he's done to help them. Justice is, to say the least, got in a bit of a rutt emotionally and this has led him to double down on his persona even if internally he knows it's a bad move. But going on from here, the thing Justice is hopefulyl going to learn is A)just toning it down a bit and accepting the realities of the job when compared to his fantasies about hero work. B) he needs to learn to not just hear people, but actually listen when others are speaking and take their opinions to heart, rather than only giving them some token consideration. While not exactly a bad guy, Justice has taken to a veryhead strong approach to thigns and will brute force his way through social awkwardness, a habit he needs to break. Lastly, he just needs to learn to grow up. To realize that there is only so much he can do as a person and that he can't protect everyone by himself, no matter how much he wants too. quirk wise, Justice will likely learn to increase the size and strength of his constructs, as well as being able to manipulate them without having to be in direct contact with them. Also making solid constructs with even ambient light since currently, he's limited to more focused, high intensity light to make his stronger constructs. He alsot could learn to shift wavelengths and structure of his constructs to give them the appearance of normal objects for more sneaky uses of his abilities, tho they'd always have a bit of a tell-tale glow to them. Quirk Description Known by the name of BURNING JUSTICE, most will find little about the Quirk to be either firey or particualrly tuned towards Judicial process. Instead, this Emitter Quirk allows Justice to harness light into physical constructs, making for quite the diverse powerset that would make him an assesst to any Hero Agency when he grows up. While Justice has done much to hone his Quirk, studying books on the science behind quirks and taking every opprortunity at home to train with it, he still has quite a bit to learn and master before he manages to reach the full potential of it. As such, in order to really get the full potential of his Quirk, he often carries around a number of high powered flashlights to make for an easy light source to draw from, since high intensity sources of light are easier to condense and draw from then more ambient that exists in the daytime and what not, though he is certainly able to draw from that as well. Such constructs tend to be weaker and more prone to breakage. Another aspectof this quirk, howeever, that most are not quite aware of i sthat the strength of his constructs is also bolster by his own confidence in himself, and thus through hyping himself up he can usually make bigger or somewhat more complicated constructs the more motiviated he is, thouggh vice versa, if his will inhimself is sufficiently shaken than his ability to form things suffers as well. This has led Justice to go for a "less is more"approach to using his powers, supplementing his abilities with tech to better hide the shortcomings that may come if he's ever doubtful of himself or in a particularly funky mood. Simple geometric shapes that take relatively little mental energy to maintain are his mainstays, while the current outer limit of what he can do with some level of ease is greating and maintaing a sort of photon body armor that takes on the highly shock absorbent properties of his constructs. Justice has rarely pushed himself ot his absolute limit when it comes to his quirk, however, so he doesn't really kow the upper limit of what he can create, self-doubt always creeping in the back of his mind often making him decide any attempts would end a bit disaterously.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

_______________________________________________ // INFO D A T A Full Name - JUSTICE, The Hero of Righteousness(Seison, Terada) Hometown - Hokkaido, Sapporo District Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Male - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant Trait Description. Brash Trait Description. Bright Trait Description.	Physical Description Prettier than You Personal History Just perfect and better than you Character Arc Better than you Quirk Description Known by the name of BURNING JUSTICE, it's cooler than yours

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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L a z u l i n

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“Malum is the magic of Curses, so it is fitting that my family is so tied to the element. After all, there is no greater curse one can carry than Legacy.”

N A M E

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Lazulin Mulciber.

A G E

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26-27.

O R I G I N

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Homeland and Locale if applicable.

V I S A G E

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Description of appearance.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

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To most people, Laz is snarky, a bit jaded, and always willing to poke fun at anyone around him for a laugh. It's hard to ever imagine him taking anything seriously or hold a grudge due to how little regard he seems to give to any one topic.

L I F E E X P E R I E N C E S

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> Single surviving Scion of a the noble house in charge of that nation's wetwork ooperations, keeping the nation secure from the shadows.
> symbolize by a shaded archer
> His family escaped initial attention by being considered little more than a rumor by non-royal family members
> Were revealed and picked off over time. Laz's mother and himself were the last left alive.
> Eccelesiae raided their home, he was gifted their family crest before being sent away in a secret escape hatch
> their home was bruned to nothing but ashes and Laz swore vengeance, becoming the terrorist he is today.

E L E M E N T A L A F F I N I T Y

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Malum

A T T R I B U T E S

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> Magic Gun/revolver that takes in his magical energy to make it's munitions.
> special crystals of different elements to make special bullets
> Base application of his magic is to inflict curses that can be harmful or beneficial. Can be augmented by crystals that are made with a special device of his own creation that concentrates magical energy from a source or in a general area.

> Dreadflame Crest: Activates an incantation to bring forth the Armory, a construct of Malum energy that is passed down from Mulciber heir to heir, along with a number of Geas that enforce themselves on the user, the most notable of which being "protect the Royal family"

> Dreadflame crest allows him grants him increase magical energy, physical ability, and several artifacts of his family's history, shadows of weapons wielded by his ancestors and shifted to fit him personally.

Mulciber Sagitarrius: Twin Pistols that fire out large blasts of malum energy or concentrated bullets that have a homing ability. Main armament

Mulciber Ares; Big ol'greatsword, allows for sweeping area attacks

Mulciber Gemini: Gauntlets that cast strings of Malum from thier fingertips, it can be used offensively in a punch, much like a whip, but is most effective as a tool of manipulation, redirection, or even puppeting enemies/allies if the need arises.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Well she seems nice. . . " Silme mutters from his seat amongst the crowd of prospective students, finding the whole thing to be a bit over-done. This wasn't some battle royale bloodbath, this was an academy testing ground, they weren't going to intentionally try to get these students hurt to that degree, so it felt like a pretty cheap scare tactic on the part of the school. Still, it made it clear that they might try to pull something at this hotel, so Silme flipped open his Scroll to register a few vids to help him keep awake just in case. He'd spent too long training just to get outed in his sleep.

As the crowd dispersed and started heading towards the fancy residence, the faunus spotted Midori off in the distance chatting with some other guy. For a moment, he considered walking over to say hey, but after catching some sideways glances from both the younger and older students milling about, decided that he should keep to his own advice. Best that the gearhead gets some more socially acceptable friendships rather than just being stuck with Silme and his thug stigma. Shoving the pamphlet into his pocket, he couldn't help the slight flick of irritation that his tail made as began his walk down the long winding set of stairs. While he hadn't minded too much on the way yup, knowing that he'd come all this way only to stick around for a 5-minute lecture definitely soured his mood a little.

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Sure, gearhead, or maybe your folks taught you to look at issues in too much of a box." Silme shrugs his bag off his shoulder, seeming ready to continue when a voice suddenly interjected itself into the conversation. Lilac eyes narrow at the newcomer, the low undercurrent of irritation spiking as the redhead swaggers onto the scene as if she owned the place. While Silme wasn't aware of her heritage, he could instantly recognize the swaggering walk of an Atelsian blowhard. He'd seen more than his fair share back when he lived in Mantle. He had used to try and play nice and make friends, but right now, he was in no mood to let someone come and berate him.

"...Maybe the fa-" Artemisa would find the rest of her tirade muffled in a moment, as Silme stepped forward to meet her, clamping his large hand over her mouth as he glared down at her with an open sneer.

"Not in the mood and don't care for whatever you have to say, Tiny. I'm sure you were a big shot where you came from, to feel like you can just barge in like that, but this ain't there." With no small level of force, Silme pushes the girl away, teeth gritted as he felt the stares being thrown his way.

Yeah. . . yeah that must look really bad huh. . . fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck me for being an impulsive idiot. Silme couldn't help but kick himself internally as he reflected on where he was, but he wasn't backing down now. It was her fault for suddenly sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Why did she even have to come bother me? What did I even do!

" . . .I'll talk to you later gearhead." Silme doesn't turn to address Midori as he grumbles, simply moving to walk away from the whole scenario if he could, his face still curled up into an angry grimace. "Prob best not to be seen hanging around me for the first day here."
@FrogRFlowR@Eisenhorn

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

"Wow, they really let that guy in?"

"Must be because of Reine?"

"Even still, how did they manage to convince the headmaster to take in a common thug like that."

"Not even born in Mistral, though he'd fit right in with the gangs like all the othe-"

"Ssssh, he's looking this way."

Silme walks into the quad area with an irritable expression, bag slung over his shoulder as glares towards the gossiping upperclassmen that he'd heard talking about him. He had expected it from kids in his class, doing his best to not let his annoyance at their muttering whispers show on his face. It had been like this the whole way up(so much so he'd taken to jogging up the whole thing in order to get away from the chatter), though luckily there was another celebrity to take the attention off him in the class. Some rich heiress or something whose biggest accomplishment as far as he was aware of was getting kidnapped as a kid. Reine had talked about it when mentioning a colleague of theirs, but he wasn't that interested in an aspiring damsel in distress.

She'll probably flunk out and go back to sucking on her silver spoon before the year is out. Silme sapres a quick glance in the rich girl's direction but doesn't really pay her much mind as he goes back to grumbling under his breath, standing tall even under the weight of more than a few suspicious stares. As long as I don't have to deal with her. The last thing I need to tell Reine is I flunked out of this school because some princess couldn't carry her weight.

Taking a moment to look behind him, Silme noted a familiar face amongst the crowd, leaping about without a care as if he was getting high off the air.

"Well, didn't expect to see you here gear-head."The young faunus just gives a nod of his head, his face and voice remaining neutral even if the distraction of a faint acquaintance helped to take his mind(and temper) off of the rumor mill forming around him. "Hope your gear manages to hold up better for the test than it does when I use it."

@TGM@Eisenhorn

Grimm Noir [Rebooting~]

@LemonsYe it is. THis is like. . . my 3rd or 4th redux of him.