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Nope, you got him right on the nose. I like the sound of that, too.
Lance scouted out the airship filled with students that was on a course to Beacon Academy. New recruits that aspired to make a living off of being hunters and huntress'. They all looked basically scared or excited, two different sides of the spectrum. There were a few select ones that didn't fit that generalization, keeping to themselves more than anything. It was really surprising that a place like Beacon attracted such stereotypical students. There was no definite way to tell from afar but a few of them looked to be like troublemakers. The few of them showed it when they started making a rather large scene.

Lance was leaning against one of his blades, his back facing the wall of the ship and his front bent forward and just smiling at all the students. Granted, Lance was a student as well but he got what he wanted, simply being anywhere than where he originally was. The scene started with a normal girl playing with her fire, a pretty calming sight. Out of nowhere, a guy came from an unknown side of the ship and started shooting things out of the air like he was trying to impress someone. Then, to make matters worse, a random girl came out and started screaming about being shot down because of the antics that were just shown. It was a little impressive that the guy was able to shoot the coins but the girl went a bit overboard, at least that is what Lance thought.

Lance smiled and leaned up, clapping. His blade fell against him lightly. He was clapping at the guy with the gun, for his show of marksmanship.

"Impressive but I think you should wait to show you skills whenever there is more of a chance to show them. I mean, sure you can shoot them from that far away but wouldn't it be better if they were higher than just the top of this ship? That would really show what you can do." He was speaking directly to the boy with the sniper rifle, in a mocking but also impressed tone.
Name: Lance Masters

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Weight: 158 lbs.

Height: 5’ 10”

Race: Faunas

Appearance: Character Appearance. Take away the tattoo’s, his ears are hidden in his hair, and his tail is around his waist as a belt.

Personality: Lance is, on the surface, more of a neutral looking person. He isn’t the most social and outgoing person but he also isn’t depressing or anti-social. Lance will make a first impression that won’t let a person pinpoint exactly what Lance is, or who he is with and against. Until he says it himself, Lance will keep his opinions to himself. He will try to figure other people out before they can figure him out, making it a bit of an indirect competition with himself and everyone else.
While fighting, Lance is extremely focused and will keep himself protected but will not go out of his way to keep his teammates safe unless they can’t keep themselves safe. He will try to get to them first but not if it endangers himself, normally making a quick plan that could be used to help himself as well as the other people on his team.

Likes: Listening to his music, Being on high places

DIslikes: Standing still, Irritating people

Strengths: Great balance, Great accuracy, Great speed

Weaknesses: Horrible defense, Reckless fighter

History: Lance knew his parents for only the first half or so of his life. His father was a mighty Faunas warrior while his mother was a perfect stay-at-home mom. The two were the best parents one could ask for but they had their dark secrets. His father had broken a pact with a faunas organization that had been long since been disbanded after the events. Lance was out when this happened, just getting his blades that were made for him. When Lance came back, he found a bloody battlefield. Lance lost both of his parents and was given to an orphanage, who let a nasty family adopt him. They were nowhere near as nice as his true parents and would rather ignore him than give him any attention. He has matured well before he should have because of this but he has not yet gave up. The only thing he still had from his deceased parents were his blades and he still tries to be happy when he can, not thinking his parents would want him to be depressed at their passing. Lance, in a way, cheated his current parents into letting him into Beacon Academy and soon enough, he was off with no intention of going back and having only his weapons and a few other small items.

Weapon: Basic look of my weapon with a few changes.
Changes: Blade is shortened to only about 4 feet/Handle is large enough to be held with a single hand.
Lance carries two of these weapons on his back that are carried in a sheath that mirrors an ‘L’ shape, the handles facing upwards and the other to Lance’s right. They are a tad hard to carry around tight places, so the leather sheath carrying his blades can be moved into a ‘V’ shape as well. The sheath is a toughened leather on the outside and is metal plated on the inside so the blade doesn’t puncture the sheath. It has stud buttons running the length of it so when Lance needs his blades, he pull the studs apart and the blades can fall out so Lance can grab them.
These blades were specifically made for Lance, made by his father before he passed away. They may look heavy but they have a special sensor that makes them light as any single handed weapon whenever Lance’s hand has contact with the handle. If anybody else were to try and lift them, they would be the same weight as if they were normal, which would mean over 100 pounds of metal and mechanics.
Lance had the blades made so that instead of having them transform into guns, their functionality is that they shoo the blade outwards when a button is pressed. There are special ‘buttons’ on the handles that Lance can use with just three to four fingers. They shoot the blade outwards, retract the blade, tighten the strings in the weapon, as well as being able to put sag on the wire so the blade will fall to the ground.
Inside the weapon itself is hundreds of feet of highly twined tension wire. It is virtually unbreakable, though it is possible, as well as gears that control the way the blade moves. There are three lengths of wire that are almost unnoticeable but the problem is that is it possible for the wires to cut teammates if they get too close and Lance makes the blade move.
Lance uses his blades to swing around the battlefield, getting around enemies or making escapes. He can also use the blades to move around places that aren’t battlefields, which is how he gets to the high places he loves to sit at.

Semblance: Accuracy- Lance’s use of his weapons has increased his accuracy to just shy of a perfect shot. Whether the target is close or far away, Lance is able to hit his target from any distance away with almost perfect accuracy with his weapons. He will not have the same accuracy with other weapons.
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A Houndour came up to Freya and I, introducing himself as Zaraph and making me a feel a little nervous. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something about this guy that wasn't very inviting, probably the way he talked and made a first impression. I wasn't the best at first impressions myself but Zaraph seemed like he was someone to watch out for. It was an assumption from the start that could change later on, though. I wanted to gauge where I would be able to fit in with the group and what I would be able to do.

I backed away a little from the two of my 'partners', for different reasons. On one hand, the houndour, Zaraph, was a mean looking Pokemon to start with and the fact he sounded like he wasn't a big team player. That probably mostly wasn't his own fault because his species wasn't the most social of types. He would make a good leader, a lot better than I would, even if i tried. It would be a pain to have to wait for someone else to make the first move but hopefully the guy had some way to plan things out.

On the other hand, Freya was being very clingy. With me being the first Pokemon she made contact with, it would make sense she would stick by me but she seemed incredibly flustered after I mentioned I was not a woman. I couldn't tell if the Zaraph was a boy or girl right off but from my limited base knowledge of Pokemon, at least what I was assuming from what came into my head after waking up not long ago, Zaraph could be a boy. Freya wouldn't get away from me, either. I wasn't exactly arguing because she could be someone who I almost was guaranteed to have on my side, she just didn't seem like the best fighter of us all. In fact, she was very shy. Then again, I didn't know how I would fight, either. Hell, the Houndour could be bad as well and we would not get far but there was no true way to tell right off the bat.

"Well, then I am nominating you as the leader, since we have to be together for a little. I don't want the responsibility and this little scaredy-cat here-" I gestured to Freya, not trying to be insulting but it may come off that way at the start, "-may need some time before she will get up and do things. i guess we are just waiting on the Alakazam." I glanced toward Kulero, more or less waiting for something to happen. If he was able to telepathically talk to the entire group, was able to summon random Pokemon from who knows where, as well as 'return them to where they came from' he would more than likely be the guide to where exactly we were headed.
Still accepting people or filled up?
Funny video about nerds and valentines day :3
Look up Valentines Day by Game Stain on Youtube.
No problem, I have not much else to do anyway.
Forever-alone, as well.
Kiri said
:U Red i'll reply in a bit.Quick question, though: Do you really want Zaraph to be leader? Because i'll roll hard with that and there's really no turning back with that hothead in the drivers seat.


Yeah. Freya seems too submissive and Lixy has...intentions that wouldn't make him fit for a leader. Plus, Zaraph is the most intimidating and would probably be the first to run in whether she was leader or not. XD
I think it plays well with the scenario, though. Freya never did get Lixy's gender, so it was a hit or miss chance anyhow.
I listened to the Alakazam while slowing my pace until I had stopped. I still kept My body facing away from the Alakazam who had invaded my mind while my head stared the strange Pokemon down. Kulero continued pleading with the group of Pokemon that he had 'summoned' but a certain line captured myu attention. He mentioned about helping us find our way home. That seemed unusual since I don't remember anything about having a home of any type. In fact, I don't know if I had any family or even a patch of grass I could call my home. Something was being held back from us, something that we had no memory of but Kulero had knowledge of. It made sense in general since Alakazams were just about the smartest Pokemon around but it didn't seem like he was going to divulge anything else. He started pointing at all of us, putting us in groups. I had almost forgot about the other Pokemon that were put on the field with me as well and glanced around to see the wide array of types and probably personalities. There was one that stood out from the rest, though. The smaller Pokemon like myself and the Eevee who I was paired with were obviously not strong but there was a stronger looking Pokemon, a Sableye. It was the oddest one of us especially since he was commanded, not asked.

My attention was pulled away from the Sableye whenever I heard a rustling around me. I jumped and turned myself toward the sound to see Freya bowing again. I stepped back once more and cringed at the way she was talking to me. It also got to me a bit whenever she called me a girl instead of a boy but I could excuse it since we didn't have much time to get to know each other well.
"Listen, you. One: I am not a female, I am a male. Try to remember that so this isn't as awkward." I could feel my cheeks heat up as I did end up blushing a little. Normally, I don't get flustered but getting my gender wrong was an odd mistake, at least it seemed odd.
"Just get up, come on. We have to find whoever our last person is and go. I am not exactly too fond of being a leader, anyhow. I think whoever this last person is, we should let them take the lead." I lightly bit down on Freya's neck, pulling her back up into a normal position rather than her submissive one and started walking towards the group to see who was left after the rest of the Pokemon got into their groups.
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