The Irish Tree

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Any kind of plan to placate the raging senior citizen faded once she started raging at Brandy. Like, wow. She was angry. Extremely so. When asked what they did, Alice was confused until she started hearing that it seemed that everyone, every single person in town had laid the blame upon them. Those damnable gossiping ladies that she'd done their laundry for and hung up, good as new...she'd think that they'd at least say it was the DOG that got the stuff dirty, and not mention the two girls trying to wrangle the thing without a-

That's right. Elmwood insisted that he needed no leash or harness.

"Ma'am, when we took the job to walk your dog, we were specifically told he needed no leash nor harness, but a literal MINUTE after we left your doorstep, Francoise started running amock."

"Don't go blaming my dog when you two can't even-

Alice continued unabated, suddenly seeming larger. "Your dog played in mud, scarfed down meat, and bathed in a river and seemed happy to do all of it," she said, while Francoise tried to snobbishly turn its head away in disgust, tail wagging at all the fun times he'd just had.

"Your job was to watch him! Not-"

"Ma'am. Our job was to walk a dog of unknown breed and not get it dirty. But when we aren't even given the tools to walk a dog, how is it our responsibility when he runs away, without anything stopping him but thoughts and prayers, that he behaves like a dog!?"

Alarmingly enough, Alice was gaining ground in the argument and Elmwood hated it.

"Francoise is a championship breed-"

"There are no dog shows held within 500 miles of this village. And for a championship breed, he sure enjoys being a normal dog. Right Francoise?" she asked, turning around and petting the dog who, unconsciously, yipped and wagged its tail before sinking its head, locking eyes with Elmwood.

Alice was good at arguing. As all retail workers who are so jaded that they leave it behind forever become. After she realized that Elmwood was just an elderly lady that didn't know her own dog, that was nothing compared to the werewolves that Alice was accustomed to.

"I'm fine if you don't want to pay us the rest of the contract fee, ma'am, but in the future...buy a leash or a harness." Right now, Alice looked large and in charge, chest puffed out as she stood her ground on the issue. She knew they weren't getting paid. Now it was just a principle matter.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer would examine the druid girl's stance and softly grasped her knees and feet, moving them into a proper position. "If you had a stance like the one before, a light breeze could knock you down. Like this, say, if a spear was coming at you and you had a shield up, you'd just get knocked down, and then they could stab your neck. Or worse, they could stab your legs and send you rolling, and you wouldn't be balanced enough to defend them," the nomad girl said, tapping various parts of Druid girl's body to show how super dead she'd be in a martial fight.

"Its one of those things that're hard to know if someone doesn't teach you is the thing. So, how about this? Me and Big Red will spar with some sticks, and you can see how we position and move. That sound good?" she asked, and, before even getting an answer, would find a sturdy, long stick, toss it to the Lizardfolk fighter, and then grab her own. "Even if Big Red is way bigger than me, as long as I have a proper stance, he shouldn't be able to knock me down without a fight. If you would, Mr. Red?" the girl said, holding her stick aloft to block a strike, urging for Red to demonstrate that the girl wouldn't be totally floored from one attack. Which, judging from her stance, she might have a chance at. Even if archery was her forte, it didn't mean that she was weak physically. If anything, her arms were impressive for her small stature, betraying countless hours spent shooting targets, and her stance showed she'd clearly practiced a little with her sword.

Of course, Red could always just teach her a lesson in shaping up her melee skills by beating her up. But that'd be rude.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer would cross her arms and nod at the Lizard Fighter's idea of training in things they weren't very good at. It made sense, though, honestly she wasn't sure what she'd want to improve on. Maybe getting better in close range was an option, but she wouldn't describe herself as "weak" in that department.

The moment that the druid girl started balancing on one foot, the archer couldn't help but snicker, mostly since she was wobbling like a newborn deer. "I don't know if that kind of training is gonna do it for balance. But if you wanna work on what we're weak at, we could all start off with simple physical training. I imagine Big Red doesn't need much of that himself, but it might help us think." The archer herself wasn't really sure what weaknesses she should learn to cover. Maybe she could try and work on shooting while moving around, but that was...kind of hard. Like, extremely. On horseback she could rely on the horse going and maneuvering mostly on its own, but it'd be easy for someone running around and shooting arrows to trip and stumble and probably poke an eye out.

"Or, we could just spar with some sticks. That always works too."

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Levia would bite her lip as her and Gammaton walked side-by-side, answering her companion's question quickly with: "Its lady Faetalis! She was injured and I didn't have any skills to help her, so I went to get you ASAP, since you have those cleric spells and all." She wasn't even aware of whether Gammaton had access to their cleric skills in this stage of life, and, if need be, knew that it was her solemn duty to offer her life to Gammaton if need be. Though, a blood transfusion might be difficult since her blood was poisonous...

Anyways, Gammaton's jaunt wasn't quite up to the speed that a medical emergency required, and as such the queen of punching took it upon herself to gently pick Gammaton's host body up, saying: "Sorry, just, faster if I carry you," she said, having embarrassingly enough the highest agility of any factory manager, save for Gammaton's fullest power. With her legs and extra set of arms, the way forward would be simple, as they kind of just needed to follow the trail of rocks smashed to pieces or melted by the dragoness.

Upon stepping near the ruined building, Levia would gingerly place Gammaton back upon his feet, panicking the entire time as the metal skeletons asked their questions. She then dragged Gammaton inside and, hearing the healing song of Tungsten and seeing him cradle their leader, the dragoness couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. But that didn't matter right now. The guild leader was top priority, and as such she would approach Tungsten Jazz. "I'm glad you were able to get here fast. I brought Gammaton too," she said, looking around as the other factory overseers became audible. Mae and Cormac weren't exactly small enough or quiet enough to not be noticed.

Tree's Garbage Dump

Ego big enough to have a gravitational pull

Huntsman Sheet

Face Claim

Art by @sakudeji on twitter.

Personality

<sub>Turq as an individual is a very superficial person, placing a great amount of value in his physical appearance, as well as the general flair of those around him. This doesn't extend just to the physical however, as he's been known to take a liking to people for having an attitude he approves of. After all, it isn't everyone else's fault if they're so bad at polishing themselves that they can't show how much of a gem they are.

His attitude and general mannerisms revolve around seeking excitement and bettering himself in any way he deems himself lacking. This can best be seen in his absurd weapon choice which came about solely so he could have a weapon useful in nearly every situation. Despite his vanity, he's not ignorant of others, and often makes it a point to observe other people while they do just about anything. Even if it means he looks like a creep doing it.

Turq is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal to those that have earned his respect, liable to fight on someone's behalf, a trait that is rare amongst the rather standoffish people of Vacuo. His ego can prove problematic, with his general pomp and self-esteem giving him the perpetual impression that he absolutely couldn't lose to anyone that wasn't obviously out of his league. This also meant that he frequently challenged his instructors at Oscuro to sparring matches, the numerous losses doing nothing to curb his esteem. Bizarrely enough, Turq couldn't care less what people think of him, only adhering to his own standards, and shrugging off insults as just "Vacuo greetings".</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 164 lbs of lean all-white meat, Turq is, in his own opinion, completely perfect appearance wise. Narcissism aside, he would be described as attractive by most, with well-maintained self-grooming to thank for that. His brown and white hair is always haphazardly slicked back in just the right way to show at least some effort went into it. Physically, he has a good deal of muscle built up from both his life in Vacuo, and his experience at Oscuro Academy.

His casual attire usually consists of a cropped hooded jacket and shirt, and black pants that are easy to move around in. While the cropped clothes serve a purpose in that they allow his faunus tail to have comfortable room to breathe, its mostly so he can flaunt his musculature. His faunus heritage is very obvious, given that his tail reaches roughly down to the back of his knees when its folded up. When fully extended, his peacock tail reaches well over seven feet tall, a colorful array of feathers that even he describes as being "a little much". Hard to coordinate anything with a mess of green, blue, yellow, black, and circular patterns.</sub>

“Vacuo is a place all about surviving, but one thing that I've come to learn is that I don't survive. I live. How else do you think I have time to stay this good looking?”

| N a m e: |

Turq Beaufort

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo

| Race: |

Faunus (Peacock tail)

| History: |

To say that vacuo is an unkind place would be more than an understatement. You aren't meant to "live" in Vacuo at all; living off of whatever you can catch or grow, unironically calling sand a "spice" because its everywhere and in everything you eat, and the blistering heat all amount to one simple, universal truth.

This place fucking sucks.

And it is in this major suckage that a faunus and his family were born and survived. For better or for worse they survived, clinging to one another in the settlement of Feldspar settlement. At the tender age of 6 years old, the boy known as Turq would peer into the jaws of death as a decently big Blind Worm loomed over him after he'd tried to catch a gecko for a snack. Turq would later insist that it was over a hundred feet long, solely to make the statement: "My brother saved my life" have that much more meaning. A flash of gunfire and the flick of a blade and the definitely-not-hundred-foot-long-Blind Worm was ripped in two, the boy's older brother and trainee huntsman picking him up and running before more could arrive.

It was in that moment that Turq was certain of two things: He wanted to be a huntsman, and that his brother was the absolute coolest person in the world. He wanted nothing more than to be just like him, to be able to fight back against this terrible place they were born into, to fight tooth and nail in a way that only the strongest could, and to get to have such a flashy way of life. His brother was much like how Turq was now: flashy and full of himself, a vibrant figure that commanded attention, chagrin, rolled eyes, and maybe even the occasional "Woah". Turq's innocent mind lead him to believe that acting so bombastically was the embodiment of being a huntsman. After all, if you could only trust yourself in Vacuo, why shouldn't everyone act like a big deal if they can kill Grimm? It was as simple as 2+2 to Turq.

Life isn't that simple. Not ever. His brother would wind up in an accident during training that left him dead, and with no role model to look towards, Turq instead internalized everything about his big brother that he could. In essence, Turq became how he saw his brother. Flashy and arrogant. Cool and in control. Strong enough to live, and not just survive. With the "surviving" part kind of thrown out, Turq would go to Oscuro Academy to learn how to do that himself, graduating and finally making his way to Shade with more swagger in his step than his brother ever could have imagined.

Once he becomes a huntsman Turq has a very simple goal in mind: Live. Live as hard and as well as he possibly can for himself and his brother, and maybe even making Vacuo more "livable" than "survivable" with his efforts.

| Semblance: Geo(Ego)-centric |

Fittingly enough for a person that thinks the world revolves around them, Turq is capable of making physics behave exactly like that. His aura serves as a conduit, centering him as an anchor by which objects infused with small amounts of his aura will begin to float around. He can control the general size of the orbit to a range of 2ft-10ft assuming that it retains its circular shape.

Rather than constantly adhering to a perfectly spherical orbit however, Turq can displace the shape to form oblongish orbits that go a bit further, at the cost of having less width to the orbit. The closer Turq makes the orbit to his body, the faster he is capable of making objects spin. This is often used in conjunction with his boomerangs to make a high-speed barrier of blades spinning in a circle around him. The only one who can move the objects in orbit is Turq himself, meaning that even if his boomerangs are shot or hit, they will continue to spin around him as if they weren't pushed at all.

The limitations of this are that the more objects that he chooses to pick up, the faster it will drain his aura, and drastically decrease the speed the objects can rotate based on their combined mass. Basically, he can't just touch a boulder and make it float as if it weighed nothing around him at Mach 7. He also cannot use this on any living being with aura, and Grimm are generally too large for him to use it on them.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Befitting his thrill seeking nature, Turq's weapon "Theme Song" resembles a pair of climber's picks that are connected by a long chain, forming into a weapon that is used in a similar manner to kusarigama. The chain can be retracted into the handles, retracting enough to let the handles connect to one another and attach to Turq's belt in a compact form. The turqoise colored handles feature slots that can fit crystalline dust that is fed along the blades, allowing for elemental usage on the battlefield. The pick blades are sturdy enough to dig into rock and support the weight of a few people, and sharp enough to dig deep without issue, making it great for recreation outside of slaying Grimm.

The ranged function of the weapon comes from the ability of the pick blades to be detached at the press of a button, and, with a proper flick of the wrist, they can be sent flying as a boomerang. Even if the blades can't return to Turq, the weapon is still usable due to the handles doubling as blunt instruments. The boomerangs will always return to Turq due to a pair of Gravity dust crystals being used on both ends of the chains and in the center of the boomerangs, ensuring that they don't just fly off a cliff to never be seen again.

Turq will commonly use this weapon in conjunction with his semblance, timing a boomerang throw to orbit around him in a speedy arc, while attacking with one remaining blade and blunted handle. He is best capable at fighting at mid-range, as his chain can only extend so far. While he is best at mid-range, he's no slouch at fighting up close and personal, often using the curled chain of the weapon to block attacks or to outright disarm his opponent. The boomerangs are also ineffective at extremely long range combat, making him incapable of dealing with snipers.

And, if all else fails, Turq is more than willing to grab his opponent with his chain and pummel them with his bare hands.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths

• Situational Awareness: Turq's weapon and personality make him observant of the conditions of both the battlefield and the ballroom.
• Enhanced Sight: Being an avian faunus, Turq's vision is far better than average.
• Stalwart Companion: Even though he's a narcissist, Turq is more than willing to pull his weight in a fight, and in helping out his teammates. Even if he'll make it sound like you're VERY lucky to have someone as great as him helping. What a greatgrating guy. Despite his eagerness for helping others, he strongly dislikes accepting help from others.
• Mental Anomaly: The sheer force of his narcissism means that by and large his mental fortitude is impossible to topple. At least, by others.

Weaknesses

• Mid-to-close: In a long-range fight, Turq is just about useless due to his boomerangs not covering as large a range as many other ranged weapons.
• 100% Smug: For all his pomp and posturing, Turq is strangely not liked by many people, making his egotistical posturing grating.
• Draining Semblance: The actual aura cost for Orbit is rather exponential, and as such cannot be maintained for long periods of time. As such, his blade barrier is often used sparingly, making it impossible for him to constantly have a line of defense up to deal with threats from any angle.
• Own Worst Critic: Turq is"You know you'll never be like your brother, right?"a little unsure if he really is "Why do you keep trying? Its disgusting." all that.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

If there would be any sort of flaw that Turq would be hurt by, its his hubris and ego. He sincerely believes that he's stronger than just about anybody, and is liable to turn down help in an attempt to prove that he really IS as strong as he claims to be.

| Miscs : |

Turq's brother had a weapon that consisted of a long spear with a revolver's barrel and cylinder jutting out just below the head.

Does in fact use shampoo that smells like coconut.

Gecko cakes are his favorite food.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice felt good, thinking that she really did just perfectly explain chemistry to her mentally lacking friend. Also, Francoise was like...way too cute, once he was calm and relaxed. With gentle hands she would scritch his poofy hide, even if he was a turd, he was a very good dog once all his energy was used up. But, naturally, all good things had to come to an end as she was reminded that Mrs. Elmwood was going to probably beat them to death. So afraid was Alice of the consequences that she was visibly shaking, face pale. "Aaa-aah...yeah...we still have to...talk to her..." she said, clearly freaking out before she slapped her cheeks. "No no no no! No running! We're gonna go there, and we're gonna tell her that we're sorry, and that Francoise had a great time, and that he got a good bath! A-And honestly, I'm more scared of Ms. Bavaloure, so we'll deal with Elmwood."

Once she had risen and Brandy was no longer being obscured by conveniently shining vertical shafts of light, Alice would bring the pupper of sin to the doorstep of Elmwood, which was thankfully devoid of angry housewives and butchers. With lead feet and her stomach somewhere near her soles, the werewolf would knock on Elmwood's door.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer appreciated not having to sewer dive again more than the two could ever know. Like, ever. Seriously. But, there was the remaining question of just what to do with all this free time left on this afternoon. While the proficient huntress would offer to go do some hunting, she doubted that a druid would support hunting for sport. Even if she was certain that with Big Red's help they could get a massive haul, she respected the druid enough to not suggest going off to skin animals for fun. Not like she did it for fun to begin with, mind you, but she knew that noblemen hunted for sport, often wasting some perfectly good animals just on virtue of the fact that they could.

"We could train. But that's not really 'fun', more just something so we don't waste the day. We could like...just talk, I guess. Maybe get to know each other better?" The nomad girl was frankly very unused to things outside of her steppe socially, used to, generally, having a bunch of girls her age with similar interests and similar background to chatter with. The druid girl was a girl, and knew things about nature, and that was about where their interests stopped meeting. Big Red was a survivalist, but was also a whole other species and gender than she was used to. So, maybe just chatting would do them all some good, in a way.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Expressing tentative interest in here!