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@OneWayOut would it be rude of me to request the newly opened slot in SLVR? I really do want to jump into a story since it's been a while, and my girl's original name would work for it.

I do kind of feel bad abandoning ROZE, but right now there's only two people in it.
Cyra Zylvan - Monday Mornings - Landing Pad
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“Miss? Miss? Excuse me Miss, but I need you to wake up.”

Cyra groaned as she felt something prodding into her shoulder, dragging into wakefulness. Blinking her eyes open, she gazed blearily up at the man standing over her, then flinched away as he reached for her again.

The man smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Miss, but we’ve arrived. I’m going to need you to depart.”

For a moment she gazed at him, then sighed internally. He didn’t notice. “I-it’s alright. Thank you.” Rubbing her eyes with the back of her gloved knuckles, she rose from her seat and looked out the window. Before her, towering spires pierced the sky, dominated by a large central clock tower. Beacon Academy, where the best Huntsmen and Huntresses came to train and learn their craft, attracting students from all over the Kingdom of Vale, and more than a few from the other kingdoms.

Cyra swallowed. And for the next four years, my home. Whether or not it would be a home remained to be seen.

She turned to grab her backpack from where it had sat beside her against the wall, and as she did so she wondered about the other students filing off the transport, where they had come from, what lives they had lived. Most had probably come from wealthy, or at least modestly comfortable homes, with suitcases full of clothes and treasured possessions, bearing memories of loving families and happy times. Certainly there were some things they missed, things they didn’t have space for or knew they didn’t need.

What were the odds that anyone else there would have the entirety of their life stuffed into a single backpack?

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Cyra shouldered the bag and adjusted her scarf, making sure the thin fabric was drawn up over her nose. If she was being honest with herself, it probably didn’t need to be up that high, especially not with her hood pulled over her head, but with all these strangers about, she wasn’t going to take any chances. Better that they think her strange for how she dressed than for what she was.

As she emerged from the transport, the sight of several other Faunus milling about waiting for their bags made her relax slightly. Some were quite open about their natures, others were more subdued, but it was still somewhat reassuring that she wasn’t entirely alone. Perhaps one day she could be as open as them, but they probably didn’t have quite the same history as she did.

A heavy thump drew her attention back to the transport, where luggage and cargo were being off-loaded. One young man was struggling to lift a large silver suitcase, his expression clearly startled at its weight, and she hurried forward. “Oh, that’s mine!”

The man glanced up at her, then rubbed his forehead with his hand. “Man, this thing is heavy. What do you have in here, bricks?”

It should be heavy, it holds the equivalent of a tank in firepower. Instead, she spoke, “N-no, just some tools and things.” Okay, so perhaps not her entire life was in her backpack. The shields weren’t THAT heavy, but even so, she didn’t feel like carrying them around on her arms all the time.

She extended the suitcase handle and turned towards the Academy, taking a deep breath. Well, here goes. Wish me luck, Mamma.

As she stepped forward, she bumped into the shoulder of a young man with dark blonde hair. "Oh! S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to hit you," she stuttered as she took several hurried steps away from him, blushing furiously.
@FateWeaver Huzzah! I am no longer alone on my team! Thank you!
Name: Cyra Zylvan, aka Scorpling

Quote: I don't want people to get hurt, like I have. If I can shield them from that pain, endure it for them, then that's enough.

Age: 17

Gender: female

Race: Faunus, scorpion sub-species

Appearance: Cyra stands at 4 feet, 9 inches. She typically wears very thick clothing with dark colours, hoodies, sweatpants, boots and fingerless gloves. She also conceals the lower half of her face with a bandanna. Has violet eyes and chin length black hair. Visible skin is a very light brown, with sections of greenish-black carapace spread across her torso and limbs.

Weapon Name: Khthon and Lithos

Weapon Type: Transforming, Defensive, Ranged

Weapon Derivation: Arm shields, wall shields, twin-linked heavy machine guns, rail cannons

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: rectangular arm shields strapped to her forearms.

Form 1: Guardian Mode. Each shield can extend panels from the side and bottom edges, forming a large wall shield that Cyra can use to protect herself.

Form 2: Assault Mode. A pair of tines extend to cover the machine gun barrels and open the central rail cannon. These weapons require a brief charge period but possess an immense amount of firepower, being able to crack even Boarbatusk or Death Stalker armour at point-blank range. The recoil of these weapons means that only Cyra is able to use them, as anyone else would have their arms ripped off.

Form 3: Suppression Mode. The rail cannon tines merge and retract into the barrel, opening up the machine gun barrels. While nowhere near as powerful as the rail cannon, they have a much greater rate of fire and can be modified with different types of Dust ammunition, such as explosive rounds to disrupt enemy movements, and cryogenic rounds to immobilize and disable them. The recoil of these weapons is not as severe as the rail cannons, but they would still ordinarily be found in vehicle mountings and will break the arm or dislocate the shoulder of anyone other than Cyra, if not both. Even so, extended combat can make her arms feel numb.

Form 4: Fortress. Khthon and Lithos can be combined to form a large curved barrier, completely protecting Cyra and anyone behind her from any frontal attack.

Personality: Cyra is as quiet and shy as anyone can get. She buries her body in thick clothing, desperate to hide her Faunus status and going to great lengths to ensure no one else discovers this fact; dressing and undressing while still in bed, bathing only when she is absolutely certain she is alone, avoiding all physical contact. Often the only parts of her body that are actually visible are the upper half of her face and her fingertips. Because of her small stature, reluctance to speak and preference for dark colours, she easily fades into the background and passes unnoticed, until someone decides to pick on her, against which she virtually never defends herself.

In spite of this, Cyra is quite intelligent and studious, having designed and built the complicated mechanisms of Khthon and Lithos herself. She is also very observant and rarely misses things, even if she seldom informs anyone else for fear of bringing attention to herself, which causes her to appear somewhat stupid. When she is with someone she truly trusts, she can seem over-affectionate, craving the physical contact she otherwise deprives herself of. She also loves sour candies, the stronger the better, making her rather easy to bribe.

History: Cyra grew up alone with her mother, her father dying in a Grimm attack before she was born and having no other family to speak of. She also rarely saw her mother, who tended to work long hours at difficult jobs just to be able to support her. School was essentially hell for Cyra; as a young scorpion Faunus she often faced intense bullying, particularly due to the carapace sections on her skin being difficult to hide. Her attempts to do so only changed the reasons for her being bullied.

Her path to becoming a Huntress was one of necessity. While at a playground, Cyra was being repeatedly pushed around by a group of kids, when she finally lost her temper and activated her Semblance. The resulting shockwave not only knocked the other kids off their feet, but also caused serious damage to the playground. Cyra’s mother made her swear to only use her power to protect others, encouraging her to be better than those who discriminated against her. After that, her path was set.

Emblem: A stylized V with curved tips (resembling herself holding her shields in front of her in Guardian form when viewed from above), surrounded by two concentric spiked circles.

Colour: Mardi Gras

Combat Style: Cyra is a very patient and defensive person, letting her enemies come to her. She will endure enemy attacks with her shields and Semblance, waiting for the best opening, and then overwhelming them with an immense of firepower. Otherwise, she will engage her opponents at range with her machine guns, maintaining control over the battlefield.

Strengths: Fighting against Cyra is similar to fighting against a small mountain, making her very difficult to overcome. She has unmatched stamina in a fight, her shields and Semblance enabling her to endure almost any attack that comes her way, allowing opponents to exhaust themselves. The immense firepower at her disposal, relative to her small size, can take many people by surprise, and she is quick to exploit any openings or advantages that enemies present to her to their full extent.

Weaknesses: Cyra has difficulty engaging fast opponents who are able to evade her attacks and find openings in her defense. Additionally, her ability to endure attacks is largely dependent upon her maintaining contact with the ground, so upwards attacks that send her into the air make her vulnerable. While largely unafraid of fighting Grimm, she is much more hesitant and timid when fighting human or Faunus opponents, resulting her tending to hide behind her shields than attack.

Semblance: able to "lock-down" her body, becoming immovable from where she stands and transmitting energy either into the ground or absorbing it into herself. This is the primary reason that she is able to wield such heavy caliber weapons, as her Semblance allows her to absorb the recoil. If sufficiently motivated, Cyra can also focus the absorbed energy and her own rage into powerful seismic shockwaves, transforming her into the epicenter of an earthquake.
@OneWayOut Changed her last name to Zylvan, so I'll take the Z in ROZE.

And I'm just very tired because I'm at the end of the semester.
@OneWayOutEh, sure, I'll come in on this. Not sure what team she could be included on though.


It occurs to me that I might as well repost my character sheet here, for easier reference.



@NarcissisticPotato Meep meep.
As am I. I know that those of us who are in NA are probably dealing with finals if they're in school, or finishing up stuff for Christmas, but I don't know about anywhere else.
Bloop. Don't want this to get lost amid the shuffle.
Oh, so many plans and potentials. Waiting until the moment you least suspect. *sneaky face*
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