Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
“Who I am, is someone who could destroy the lot of them without a second thought. Besides, don’t pretend you wouldn’t be right there beside Vega, Gratia and I kicking their asses.” Bianca said warmly towards Napoli. She wasn’t all bite, especially towards her teammates. They may’ve spent most of their time together bickering and making fun of one another. But Vignoble wasn’t still in Haven, they were in foreign lands and they would have to lean on one another for support when they could. She didn’t think that Beacon was going to be a warzone or anything but in her experience it was always better to predict, rather than react. It was for this reason that she maintained an eye on all of her teammates at all times, whether it was a small glance over the shoulder to make sure that the racist’s from before weren’t glancing at her teammates; or even a simple shift in her position so that she could see Gratia in her peripherals, she didn’t plan on letting anyone or anything surprise her. It was who she was raised to be, Vignoble’s watchful eye.
”Oh Vega, you know I love it when you get that murderous tone in your voice.” Bianca said to one of the only people that had her back no matter what. She and Vega had a deep bond that had been cultivated over the years. “Cool it darling, if they make a move they’ll regret it, until then I’ve got you to watch my back.” Bianca said with a warming smile as she fixed her hair slightly and put a hand on Vega’s knee to show her appreciation. “Thank you though.” Bianca said in a rare moment of sincerity.
”Sorry, I’ll lay off.” Bianca said quietly to Napoli with a small nod. The owl Faunus turned to Sarina with a small grin. ”I’m starting to feel a little cooped up myself, what do you think the chances are of getting a mission. Pretty last minute, but I’m sure there’s some things that need doing.” Bianca said straightening up and glancing around the library. She was in the mood to kill something. She felt a small tinge of pain in her right wing, she realized she must’ve scraped it when she dive bombed through the window. She brought it in front of her body and plucked out the damaged feather elegantly, resembling an experience harp player. There was definitely something angelic about her appearance, but that was only to some. Truth was, Bianca always reinforced that imagery because otherwise those who saw her saw nothing but a demon. A spawn of something that was not meant to be. And angel was definitely preferable to that.
Bianca cackled as Vega kept pace with her own story of how much love Napoli and Gratia so clearly held for each other. She knew there would be hell to pay for the comments later, but she just couldn’t find it in herself to stop.
Bianca followed along with her team and the cat Faunus through the baron halls of Beacon. Every once in a while she would stretch her wing out towards Emerald in a way of teasing her, folding them back against her back before the girl could reach them. Eventually the group happened upon the library, it appeared to be a massive hall, akin to what Bianca imagined a dining hall would look like in a King’s palace. There were several small groups of students all gathered around their own tables quietly discussing things and play card games.
“My goodness.” Bianca said finding herself at a loss for words. She took Sarina’s cue and immediately began walking towards the rows and rows of knowledge spread out upon this expanse; not missing the opportunity to lightly ruffle Vega’s hair and shoot her a playful smile filled with her own wonderment.
Bianca found herself drawn towards the section labeled Faunus. Immediately opening up her wingspan to reach the very top of the shelf. There she perched, as she delicately grabbed a novel and immediately began reading it. She looked like a statue of an angel, one leg crossed over the other, wings fully extended. She was too drawn to her book to notice anyone staring at her. Bianca regularly forgot that others couldn’t just come up and join her, not that she’d care, but she would’ve expect people to be so bewildered by it. She would immediately shoot an excited glance to her teammates, pointing to the books. She was like a child in a candy store.
As Bianca finally caught herself and shut the book she fluttered back down to the top shelf of the bookcase and slid the book right back into place. As she landed, a pair of boys caught her eye and ear.
”God damn Faunus, showing off and shit.” One boy said to another while they angrily peered over in her direction.
Bianca simply let out a quiet laugh and started in their direction. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, thought only of murder and refused to blink as she walked directly towards them. Upon finally reaching them she took a brief second of pause to let the heavy air hang over their heads before finally speaking up.
”Darling, if you think this is showing off I’d love to show you some more. Bianca said staring through his eyes like they were made of stain glass. Before giving them the time to respond Bianca immediately sauntered back off towards Sarina and pulled up a seat next to her.
”They weren’t kidding when they said these boys were nothing compared to the one’s we have in Haven, hm?” Bianca groaned adjusting in the seat to make it more comfortable for her wings.
”So how’ve you been keeping dear?” Bianca asked, this was the first time she had really spoken to her old friend in what seemed like forever.
Would you be OK if I CC your character in my next post? It's just going be Sarina starting the tour and me writing that your character started following her for the tour.
There was something about mornings that Bianca just couldn’t really do. Maybe it was the willpower necessary to tear herself from her warm sheets, hop into the shower and get started. Perhaps it was just her dulled consciousness telling her that she didn’t really need to do anything today. The world would survive after all. These were the small effortless thoughts that sauntered by Bianca’s consciousness as her pale white hair cascaded down the side of her bed alongside one of her arms. She could hear something, a dull ringing of sorts. She couldn’t quite hear it through the tired haze that engulfed her senses, but she could tell that it was high pitched, and repeating. But what did she know that was high pitched and repeated.
”My god.” Bianca said as he eyes shot open with inhumane fear painted across her face. She slowly turned towards her bedside table, as is bracing herself to receive a blow. 10:00, the clock read.
”Well shit.” Bianca shouted, erupting out of her bed and nearly charging out the door in her unmentionables.
”Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Bianca said whipping around the small room she had been placed in upon arriving to Beacon along with her teammates. Her teammates. They left without her. Those forgetful little fucks.
Upon finally dressing herself in the beautiful new school uniform she was given upon arriving she burst out of the door and took of soaring down the hall, her wings fully extended. Upon reaching the exit of the dorm hall she took off, climbing altitude towards the gigantic central tower that dwarfed the rest of the campus.
‘God this place is beautiful.’ Bianca thought to herself between her choices of expletives. She managed to finally find an open window about two thirds up the building and dove into it covering her body with her wings. She felt her wings graze the window sill and she hit the ground with a thud but she didn’t stay on the floor for a second. She was up and sprinting towards the nearest stairwell.
She hit the stairs bolting up them pulling herself up by the railing before finally hitting the top of them. She stopped before the doors that would lead into the hallway before Ozpin’s office just below the eponymous beacon. She glanced down at her uniform and straightened it out. She also fixed her hair, this way it would look less like she just flew through the air and into a window and more like it was a messy on purpose kind of look she was going for. Finally she flexed her back and wing muscles making sure no feathers were going to fall out. She had cut vertical holes in the back of all of her shirts so that her wings could easily and comfortably get through her clothing. Finally she exited the stairwell and walked towards Ozpin’s office, gladly she could see her teammates, and two others.
”Hopefully you three didn’t miss me too much.” Bianca said with a small giggle placing an arm around both Napoli and Gratia and giving Vega a knowing nod and smile. ”And how’s my favorite couple doing?” Bianca said barely able to contain her laughter, she was sure she was going to hit a huge amount of backlash, but this kind of chiding and humor was something they were all used to receiving from each other.
"Ms. Dei" Bianca said showing their guide some respect. She was well known around Haven, she seemed a little different than what Bianca could recall.
”I’m Bianca Nuit. Bianca said before either of her teammates could respond to her joke, addressing the new face. She seemed to be a feline Faunus.
Race: Faunus (Snowy Owl) Her flying speed is approximately 22 MPh
Weapon: Gelure is a steel Katana imbued with ice dust. This was Bianca’s first weapon, which was destroyed yet still salvaged during her kidnapping by the Dodici family. Gelure is an odd weapon as it is weighted terribly and typically would be considered unusable by most competent swordsmen. However, because of Bianca's semblance she is able to correct its weighting and make use of it. She is able to use the dust inside of the Katana in a variety of ways, for example stabbing the ground she can create an igloo-like dome in for protection. She is also able to create ice mid slash and by doing so launch chunks of ice at her opponents with deadly speeds.
Once Bianca makes her return to Beacon, Estelle will give Bianca her Second Weapon to replace her first, as it was lost.
C’est la Vie: Bianca’s second weapon is a purse – or rather, a clutch. Its base is composed entirely of the element Osmium. One of the densest elements known to man, and the clutch weighs just shy of a single metric ton. It was Bianca’s personal handbag when she was much younger. She would use it in order to practice her semblance when it was developing in its early stages. Given to her by her sister upon visiting Bianca in the medical ward at Beacon, its named felt somewhat ironic. Bianca normally wouldn’t be able to hold it. However, dude to the nature of her semblance, the smaller an object is the easier it is to control. By utilizing a combination of repulsion and attraction she is able to maintain it in her hand without actually feeling its weight. This is how she wields it but maintains its incredible stopping power.
C’est la Vie contains an inscription upon its surface that Estelle herself inscribed, it reads: “Petit a petit, l’oiseau fait son nid” It is an old Mistralesian saying that roughly translates to: “Little by little, the bird makes its nest.” Estelle hoped it would help with Bianca’s recovery, a beautiful purse that she used to practice with, bringing her back to a sense of her early life and joys. The purse, having been originally used for training does have a function to reduce its weight. The user must channel their aura into the handbag in order to lighten it, the more aura, the longer it is weighted as a normal handbag. This is one of the main weaknesses of the weapon – as it can accept anyone’s aura.
C’est la Vie does have a secondary mode, it is that of a spear. The purse folds in on itself and extends horizontally, forming a jagged crystalline spear. She can use her abilities with attraction and repulsion in order to actively use the spear at a range in order to fight those without coming up to them. It may shift back at Bianca’s will as long as it is in her hands.
Specialty: Bianca primarily plays an assassin role in fights as she has the ability to fly with her wings. This allows her to be very agile and boast incredible mobility on tougher landscapes for her allies. Her wings are powerful enough to easily carry her through the air at speeds reaching just above her maximum sprinting speed on land. With strain on Bianca, she could fly while carrying someone roughly her own size for approximately ten minutes at about half her normal speed.
Bianca’s mother and father are both professional duelists with a sword. Thusly from a young age she received some of the best available tutelage since near the age she could walk. She has become quite adept at not only using her wings to her advantage but has also learned how to duel.
Semblance: L’appel du Vide – Bianca’s semblance is one of attraction and repulsion. She is able to repel or attract things towards or away from a desired location. An example of this semblance is when she is fighting she can repel an enemy’s sword from her own and follow through with a strike that will go unblocked. Bianca’s semblance however has a few quirks and limitations however.
The first limitation is the slower something is moving, the easier it is to affect. An example of this is when she hovers above the ground she isn’t using her wings as much as she is repelling her own body from the ground. Because the ground will not move, she finds it incredibly easy to repel herself from it. It should be known that Bianca is able to send out a wave of attraction or repulsion in any direction or in a wide area, but it is considerably less powerful when compared to targeting one specific person or object.
The first quirk this semblance has is that smaller objects are easier to push and pull whereas larger objects are more difficult - their weight does not matter. This also ties hand in hand with the second quirk in which objects that want to be moves are much easier. For example it is much more difficult to redirect a sword swing then it is to make someone move faster (who wants to of course).
The second limitation of Bianca’s semblance is that while she does find it easy to use her semblance from a distance, maintaining more than two attraction or repulsion fields is unrealistic. It would take up a great deal of energy and leave her exhausted and unable to battle.
Dépaysement – Bianca’s upgraded semblance. In a moment of dire need, Bianca can turn her semblance in on herself completely. First to accomplish this she channels all of the aura typically required by her semblance into the tip of her fingers. It shines a brilliant white light, almost opalescent. She then turns this light unto herself, seemingly clutching it and bringing it towards her heart. Once this happens the aura will channel through her body and she herself will begin to shimmer in a brilliant opalescent light. This will also cause her wings to grow to just over twice their typical size. These are not technically Bianca’s wings but her aura adding to them. They are shimmering white wings, angelic in appearance but made only of aura.
This form Bianca takes acts as a physical boost of her abilities, however it comes at a price. She loses all previous abilities of her semblance making flight a bit more complicated than it previously would’ve been. She needs to rely solely on her wings at this point, meaning she wouldn’t be able to carry anyone without a great deal of hassle and exertion. This also means that she can no longer block projectiles with her semblance, nor can she shift C’est La Vie’s form from the one it is currently in upon activating her secondary semblance.
The benefits of this form are as follows. Bianca is just over four times as fast as she previously was and has complete command of the skies when flying alone. While she is immediately made a bigger target she is also stronger as well. She can quite easily lift C’est La Vie with minimal help from her aura (much less than without this state). It should also be not does not gain that she does not gain any other abilities outside of a physical boon, however that boon is quite strong – being able to strike through five foot wide concrete piller with a fairly soft punch when this form is active. If Bianca ends this form before five minutes are up she’ll be able to walk away from the fight on her own accord, however five minutes is her upper timer before fainting due to over exertion. She also consumes a large amount of calories when in this form, meaning her dietary intake will have to increase as to not waste away.
Overall, while this form could be seen as a lateral move, it simply gives Bianca more options as a fighter if her primary semblance is ineffective against her current opponent. She is also much more suited to fighting a greater amount of grimm in this form than her previous. However, she loses much utility and her ability to aid her team is greatly diminished. It is most certainly a tradeoff.
Personality:
Bianca is very different when placed in comparison to most Faunus. She is from a wealthy and well respected family in Haven and has been brought up to have an air of excellence about her. She doesn’t look down on others, but she finds great passion and happiness in expenses and fine dining. Bianca doesn’t lack any self-confidence and instead prides herself as a Faunus, often flaunting her wings to others. Among other things, such as fashion, fine dining and sword fighting, Bianca finds herself most excited when she doesn’t know how something will play out; this has caused her to become somewhat rash and willing to take risks.
She was raised to use her power and wealth to help those who are excellent find their place in this world. Thusly it is her dream to one day teach at Beacon so that she may find youth that seem excellent and help them become something grander than what they may’ve accomplished on their own. While Bianca typically has either a kind disposition or a very serious one she has been known to make puns from time to time, she enjoys getting a laugh out of her teammates. She also has been known to force fashion advice on her friends and teammates.
After the events of Zephyr, in which Bianca was kidnapped shortly after her mother’s funeral and physically, emotionally, and mentally tortured by the Dodici family – Bianca came back changed. Her wings clipped, she found herself unable to fly. She stopped reading her fashion magazines, found herself staring at the bottom of an empty glass more often and while Ozpin told her after her recovery she could rejoin the Huntsman ecosystem as a member of JCL she found herself worried, she couldn’t look at people with the confidence she once did, she no longer showed her wings off to students, faltering at Napoli’s puns, wincing at Gratia’s coldness. The things she once held dear to her ripped from her.
At the behest of her sister, she has begun to paint again after returning from her kidnapping. She has kept her quirks but finds them less pronounced now.
After murdering Vitoria Dodici Bianca has begun suffering through incredibly potent anxiety attacks due to a subset of post-traumatic stress disorder. When she first returns to active duty, the sound of a gun going off in a small - contained area, not unlike the vehicle she was in when she shot Vitoria, has triggered them. Another, less notable trigger for her anxiety attacks has been speaking about death.
Color: Pinot Noir Purple
Emblem: A black circle with two yellow circular eyes with black lines spiraling from the edges of the iris to the center of the pupil.
That's fair, if it makes you feel better the main reason it's actually there is to justify the flight more than anything else. I don't particularly plan on using it in more of a supplementary fashion.
Weapon: Frostbite is a steel Katana imbued with ice dust. Frostbite is an odd weapon as it is weighted terribly and typically would be considered unusable by most competent swordsmen. However, because of Winter's semblance she is able to correct it's weighting and make use of it. She is able to use the dust inside of the Katana in a variety of ways, for example stabbing the ground she can create an igloo-like dome in for protection. She is also able to create ice mid slash and by doing so launch chunks of ice at her opponents with deadly speeds.
Specialty: Winter primarily plays an assassin role in fights as she has the ability to fly with her wings. This allows her to be very agile and boast incredible mobility on tougher landscapes for her allies. Her wings are powerful enough to easily carry her through the air at speeds reaching just above her maximum sprinting speed on land. With strain on Winter, she could fly while carrying someone roughly her own size for approximately ten minutes at about half her normal speed.
Winter’s mother and father are both professional duelists with a sword. Thusly from a young age she received some of the best available tutelage since near the age she could walk. She has become quite adept at not only using her wings to her advantage but has also learned ho Semblance: The Semblance of Gravity. Winter’s semblance is the true reason she is able to fly as fast and for as long as she can, seemingly without flapping her wings nearly as much as she should have to. She can control her own personal gravity and the gravity of those she has eyesight of or physical contact with. The power of Winter’s semblance relies on a few variables, however.
Firstly Winter is only able to manipulate the gravity of one area at a time. This means that if she is flying, she wouldn’t be able to manipulate the gravity of any of her allies or enemies without breaking her concentration and manually flying (which is much more difficult).
Secondly Winter’s manipulation of gravity is stronger the closer she is to her target. If she has physical contact with someone she is easily able to make them weigh a ton or a single pound. However without physical contact she finds it very difficult to increase the weight of something by more than one hundred pounds, maximum. This means that if an enemy is able to withstand an extra one hundred pounds, her semblance wouldn’t do more than slow him or her down.
Thirdly Winter’s manipulation of gravity, while causing very little strain on her, requires concentration. If Winter is panicked for whatever reason, her abilities effectiveness would be halved if not worse. While she is a rather composed individual when she does lose composure her semblance suffers greatly.
Personality: Winter is very different when placed in comparison to most Faunus. She is from a wealthy and well respected family in Haven and has been brought up to have an air of excellence about her. She doesn’t look down on others, but she finds great passion and happiness in expenses and fine dining. Winter doesn’t lack any self-confidence and instead prides herself as a Faunus, often flaunting her wings to others. Among other things, such as fashion, fine dining and sword fighting, Winter finds herself most excited when she doesn’t know how something will play out; this has caused her to become somewhat rash and willing to take risks. She was raised to use her power and wealth to help those who are excellent find their place in this world. Thusly it is her dream to one day teach at Beacon so that she may find youth that seem excellent and help them become something grander than what they may’ve accomplished on their own. While Winter typically has either a kind disposition or a very serious one she has been known to make puns from time to time, she enjoys getting a laugh out of her teammates. She also has been known to force fashion advice on her friends and teammates.
Color: Snow White
Emblem: A black circle with two yellow circular eyes with black lines spiraling from the edges of the iris to the center of the pupil.
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