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Welcome to Beacon Academy: A RWBY RP

There was no telling where the sound of gunfire had come from originally given the city environment. A few steady cracks faded out, and Oren was left with only the sound of agitated Grimm. While unable to pick out an exact location for the source, he had managed to get a general direction to head in. Granted it was away from the center of the city and thus his main objective, but priorities. It didn’t matter how confident he was in his abilities, a Hunter-in-training as a partner would be a definite boon. About to make his way over towards the sound’s source, Oren nearly stumbled as a sharp boom roared out from just a few streets over.

“Well… that’s bad…” His idle comment wasn’t without justification either. If the nearby Grimm had gotten agitated over the sounds of a distant rifle firing, the sound of what seemed to be a high-caliber firearm nearby had certainly attracted their attention. He could hear howls and roars coming from the buildings around him, the creatures calling for more of their kind. Just walking up to the rooftop’s edge, he could see dark shapes marked with white bone flitting through the remains of buildings.

With a reluctant sigh, Oren committed himself to the only course of action he could take. There was a potential partner, classmate, and fellow Hunter-in-training nearby. His or her weapon sounded powerful, but would without a doubt draw every Grimm within the vicinity to them. And while he didn’t doubt his fellows’ abilities, even he would be hard-pressed to survive against the numbers he saw moving about around and below him. So naturally, what other choice did he have to come to their assistance? “Let’s get to work then…” he murmured quietly, unsheathing the sword from his waist as he stepped to the building’s edge.

The street didn’t exactly cave in from his fall, but a small cloud of dust was kicked up as he landed in the middle of it. Weapon fully drawn, he raised his head and saw that he had the notice of every single Grimm in the immediate vicinity. Dozens, if not hundreds, of red eyes glared at him, shining with ferocity, hunger, and hate.

“Well then. Let’s get started?”

As if his question had been a gunshot ringing out, he and the Grimm kicked off into a flurry of action. Grimm of all kinds burst from the shadows of buildings, nearby alleyways, really anywhere and everywhere. Thankfully, they were almost all minor variants rather than major Grimm species, but even then sheer weight in numbers forced Oren into a fighting retreat from the get-go. At least three distinct packs of Beowolves, and two packs of Velraptors made up the majority of the creatures pursuing him. A number of Ursas lumbered after him, but they were of a minor concern at most. What was a concern however was the Felhound that Oren had lost track of after the entire hoard had burst into action. While nowhere as dangerous as something like a Deathstalker, the species was still a step above the common Beowolves and Ursa.

About the size of an Ursa Felhounds were, however, a great deal more dangerous. Moving with speeds that comparable to Beowolves, the solitary hunter’s defining characteristic would be their monstrous jaw. Extending all the way down to their torso, Felhounds could literally devour humans in a few bites if given the opportunity. And Oren had seen one tear a comrade’s arm clean off, ignoring his armor like tissue paper. That aside, the creature was also incredibly strong, capable of throwing people back dozens of feet with a body slam, or stunning its prey by slamming them to the ground with a powerful pounce. All in all, a deadly creature that Oren would have been wary facing alone in normal circumstances. As it stood now? He could only keep his eyes out for it as best as he could. A small blessing was that Felhounds generally didn’t seem to involve themselves with the target of other Grimm, preferring to hunt their own prey. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t have to deal with the Grimm until he had joined up the other individual and wiped out the lesser Grimm.

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There wasn’t a moment for Oren to pause and catch a breath as he gave all he had just to keep in front of the massive horde. To stop meant to be surrounded, and with the numbers as they were that would surely mean his death. So he ran without shame. The Velraptors were the target of his ire at the moment though. While their packs weren’t as large as the Beowolves that trailed behind, their agility meant they were constantly harrying him. With only a few seconds pause in between, Oren was forced to spin around and lash out with Analdfflam constantly. Sometimes the blade would bite deep, and other times the Grimm would leap just out of reach. Unable to press the creatures though, he could only be satisfied of the occasional kill, accept the many misses, and push to keep ahead of the horde.

What he hoped to do was buy whoever the other student was enough time to finish whatever they were dealing with at the moment. Weaving his way through the streets and alleys that forced the Grimm to slow their pursuit, Oren led the horde on a merry chase through the abandoned city before finally circling around and back towards the source of the sound. He’d managed to whittle away almost an entire pack of Velraptors on the way, leaving five corpses on the ground behind him.

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“Tch.”

Unscrewing the Dust canister from Anadlflamm’s hilt as he kicked off a wall to vault over a fence, he funneled some Aura into the nearly empty thing. Crushing it in his fist so that the container weakened, he hurled it against the ground near the fence. There was no roaring inferno, disappointingly enough, but the burst of flame was enough for his purposes. Normally it wouldn’t have stopped any but the weakest of Grimm, but with the fence providing an additional barrier it gave the creatures a moment’s pause. And that was all Oren looked for as he threw himself forward. If his ears had led him true, then the shooter, assuming they hadn’t moved, should have been nearby once he exited the alley. Hopefully they would notice him, since Oren wouldn’t have the luxury of leisurely looking around with the horde on his tail and a Felhound to be on the lookout for.

Equivalent Exchange: Gimme Dat Booty

Arriving on the field caused a rush of conflicting emotions to fill Roan’s head. Stifling a groan as he collapsed to the ground, giving up on trying to stand, he didn’t try to sort through the feelings. Apparently the Labyrinth’s Gate was a significant enough location that even the residual traces he had collected couldn’t help but react. All he had managed to gather was that it was held in mixed regard by those he had “contracted”, and little else. Instead he waited for them to fade before he stood up with a sigh and looked out over the field that stretched out before him.

Though the sun had just begun to poke over the horizon, the field provided its own source of light. Bright immaterial wisps drifted up towards the fading night sky only to be snuffed out a few meters above the short grass. It was scenic really, but he refocused with a few blinks and paused in his involuntary advance with a start. Something here tugged at some deep part of him, but he wasn't ready to head inside just yet.

The road here hadn’t been easy if mostly from the sheer length of his trip. His wanderlust had led him to the furthest points of the lands before, finally fed up with his aimless wanderings, Roan had decided to challenge the Labyrinth. The result had been several months of rough travel through less-than-friendly lands in an effort to arrive as soon as possible. As a result, his pack was far emptier than he would have liked and his contracts had seen more use than they usually did in a year. With the bright sight in front of him though, Roan didn’t feel an ounce of regret.

He recalled that the Gate was supposed to be open for a few days at minimum to even two weeks at longest, giving him more than enough time to rest and recover before he dived back in. The plains were devoid of anything he could use, but there were small woods nearby that would likely house all he need to rebuild his stock of supplies and offer him shelter for the time being.

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Watching the sun set over the horizon, Roan poked at the smoldering flame pit idly. He’d seen more and more people arrive to enter the Labyrinth over the past few days. Their numbers had been enough to blot out the field’s soft glow at times in the night, but they were always gone by the time he woke in the morning, no doubt already within the Labyrinth. The first few times he had seen people disappear and be transported, Roan had to fight the very real urge to simply halt his preparations where they were and go for it. There was something vexing to be stuck doing such mundane tasks while others ventured into the unknown. Yet, the logical side won out for Roan. The Gate wasn’t closing just yet, and there was no telling what would await him on the other side. Best to be ready than wanting after all. With a sigh, he set about finishing for the night and getting ready to sleep. There would be a few more days before he was fully set to join the many that had entered before him.

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Roan awoke with a start, his markings flaring a bright red as he instinctively called on his magic. On his feet and examining his surroundings quickly, the Raulite felt his heart plummet. ‘This is not where I fell asleep.’ Aside from the fact that he wasn’t in the safety of a tree, the more obvious sign was the unnatural moon that hung above his head, vastly larger than the one he was familiar with. Beyond that there was the fact that it was night, and Roan was confident enough in his internal clock to know he hadn’t slept for an entire day. Lastly there was the fact that there were others around him, others he had no inkling of knowing. All of which meant one thing in Roan’s head: somehow, one way or another, the Labyrinth had managed to pull him in from a distance.

With that in mind, his first eloquent word was, “Fuck.” At the very least it hadn’t ripped only him and him alone from his camp. His supplies were around him, if a bit scattered, so he set to gathering them up into his pack while keeping an eye on the others.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Slightly re-vamped.


Full Name
Raule Cardias
Fake Name
Dust to Dust is an alias.
Nickname(s)
None.
Gender
Male
Age
20
Year
Fifth
Birthday
November 21st
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Species
Voidlings (Human)
The Voidlings come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of Void power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities, leave them unchanged, or anything in between. The effects can be somewhat directed on the whims of the Voidkin, but are still unpredictable even then, As such the cases of the Voidlings are unique to the individual. Like the touch of a Voidkin though, they are all branded with a sigil that marks them out, with each sign being unique to a being.

For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark.
Voidkin
These paradoxical beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with mere drops of their energy. What is known is that each individual seems to hold great power, twisting and distorting reality with each appearance they make in the world. Thankfully, Voidkin do not seem to be malevolent as their vast powers would no doubt be capable of destruction on an apocalyptic scale. This means little when the powers they wield are so destructive and uncontained that entire landscapes have disappeared with their appearance.
Class
Dark Brawler
A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both Void and human, that flows through the user’s body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Void energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to erase enemies in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within.
Weapon
Klaenr a Tomi.
Finding a material that was able to withstand the Void’s energy was not an easy a task. He was forced to venture far beyond the safety zones of the Black Gale. Finding a smith that could work it was even harder. It took a master blacksmith who had adopted the advanced technologies of Earth to melt and shape the material.

His weapons are a pair of claw-tipped gauntlets, and sharpened greaves; the front is shaped into a sharp cutting edge and is a bit heavier than regular pieces as a result. The metal is a white-grey in coloration. The gauntlets are covered in a perpetual layer of frost, and leave frost crystals in the air with their passing. The greaves on the other hand crackle with electricity, sparks and arcs often dancing around the pair. Their effects are potent on their own, but when Raule taps into the energies of Void, the material within actually creates a resonance. It not only resists the eroding effects, but actually amplifies its effects. As it is in an alloy mix, Raule’s Void is not bolstered, but the elemental effects experience an amplification.
World
Lucis
Short Biography
A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule’s whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Voidkin when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and erased from existence, a massive crater left in its place. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone’s guess, but he’s attended it for the last five years successfully.
Personality
Despite his appearance and “race”, Raule enjoys the days he can spend without the company of his weapons. Flexible and tolerant, he goes with the flow rather easily amongst his acquaintances. He doesn’t have many friends due to his quiet nature, but of those he has he is loyal to and more than willing to share life’s experiences with. Not overly cheerful or enthusiastic, Raule is more reserved about how he expresses his happiness. Not just his happiness either as he’s fairly reserved when it comes to expressing himself. Reliable and responsive though, he’s the type of person to take things into his own hands rather than wait for others, but he’ll never try and stand in the spotlight.
Partner
Guess it’s up in the air.
Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s)
Strictly a close-ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there’s not much Raule can do to his opponents. His reach with Void-based abilities extend a bit past, but only a dozen feet or so.
While he’s fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Void energy will erode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached.
Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits
Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He’s stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better.
His existence, like all other Voidkins, is an anomaly. While he still requires sleep and does age, many of his biological needs are no longer that. The Void essentially constantly purges his body of external influences and sustains him in their absence. He requires no sustenance and has a high resistance to poisons, toxins, and diseases. At the same time, magic that influences one’s internals such as telepathy or mental illusions are quickly broken against Raule. Sadly, beneficial magics, such as healings or blessings, are also rendered ineffective for him. Magic with enough power behind it will punch through the Void’s effects, but its effects will be reduced.
Void energy is highly destructive to put mildly. If it exists, the Void will try and fix that and leave nothing in its passing. Matter, energy, even spiritual existences are all touchable with the paradoxical energy.
As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in combat against individuals. Despite still attending the Academy, he’s already seen his fair share of ventures into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough.
Other
His sigil. Located on his right shoulder blade.

Progressive Arcanum

Whoop whoop, damn that post is big.

Nature's Outlaws

Dadan. Got something up, and Jean's free for interaction if anyone wants to.

Nature's Outlaws

Satisfied. Jean supposed that would be an appropriate description of his mood right now despite the dreary weather. Gloves were removed as he stepped out of the alley and into the streets to avoid attention the blood stains would have drawn. Placing them into a pocket carefully, he joined his hands behind his head, running his fingers through his hair to hide the claws that tipped them. This part of the city was the type that most people stayed away from, but Jean walked self-assuredly and with confidence. He was vigilant of course, quite a few people had bones to pick with him, but gave off a lazy, unconcerned air. His reputation wasn’t unknown to those in the business nor was his employer, so people gave him a wide berth when he strolled down the street, whistling a chippy tune. Someone had a job tonight, and someone must have done well.

His cheery mood was easily crushed as he drew closer to his residence though. More and more checkpoints had been popping up throughout the city as the military took over in lieu of the regular, and less well-equipped, police force. While he was able to bypass and avoid them for the most part, their numbers were starting to worry Jean. Turning down an alley while still a few streets away from the blockade, he followed the twisting turns for several minutes as the noise began to fade away. Although it took some work: hopping fences, cutting through abandoned buildings and lots, it wasn’t as if he had an alternative. Eventually, he managed to sneak his way back into a more respectable area of the city, where the middle class citizens rather than criminals lived.

His residence was a small flat that housed him comfortably. A single bedroom and washroom with a small living room and a kitchen area. Nothing extravagant, but more than most Shifters could ask for. He eyed the apartment complex that he called home from the street for a moment before he figured that the night was still young and a well-done job called for some celebration. It’d been a while since he had gotten one, and now that he had some funds to look forward to it was the perfect time to treat himself. Turning away to wander the streets as he wondered where to go, Jean didn’t let the chilly winds bother him one bit.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Full Name
Raule Cardias
Fake Name
Tainted is an alias of his. Mainly used when he enters the Black Gale.
Nickname(s)
None.
Gender
Male
Age
20
Year
Fifth
Birthday
November 21st
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Species
Demon-touched. (Human)
The Demon-touched come from many different races and share no similarities except for one: they have been unfortunate to catch the attention of those vastly their betters. The effects of even a small amount of demonic power can mutate the affected into great monstrosities or leave them unchanged. Based largely on the whims of the Demon, and even unpredictable then, the cases of the Demon-touched are unique to the individual. Like the touch of a Demon though, they are all branded with an infernal sigil that marks them out as “touched”, with each sign being unique to a being.

For Raule, the results were minor appearance changes. His ears elongated drastically while his hair was bleached a snow white. His nails naturally sharpened until it was more accurate to call them claws and his eyes are now red, and glow a soft crimson in the dark.
Demon
These beings for the most part are still largely shrouded in mystery, if only because they so rarely bother to interact with the worlds. Even then most of their interactions seem to be limited to spreading their power at random, infusing individuals with demonic energy. What is known is that each individual seems to hold great power, twisting and distorting reality with each appearance they make in the world. Thankfully, despite the name given to their kind, the Demons do not seem to be malevolent. This means little when the powers they wield are so obviously corruptive and anathema to life that they leave areas where the appear as barren wastelands.
Class
Dark Brawler
A deadly close quarter combatant that specializes in unarmed styles mixed with the natural energies, both demonic and human, that flows through the user’s body. Capable of reinforcing their bodies to superhuman levels, they shrug off mighty blows while returning them in kind. Their Demonic energy results in powerful, but self-destructive bursts of power that allow them to brutally crush those that stand in their way before their bodies begin to erode from within.
Weapon
Not important enough to name, but Raule uses a pair of clawed gauntlets and greaves in battle. The claws are made of Dlarun, a special metal that chills and freezes whatever it touches. His greaves are tipped with Darksteel, a metal that crackles and sparks with electricity.
World
Lucis
Short Biography
A fairly closed lip is kept when it comes to Raule’s whereabouts prior to his time at the Academy. As far as anybody knows he survived and was changed by an encounter with a Demon when he was 13. The small town and surrounding forest he called home was not so fortunate and was left a desolate swamp, devoid of life. What occurred in the two years prior to his arrival at the Academy is still anyone’s guess, but he’s attended it for the last five years successfully.
Personality
Not quite what most people would expect from one of the Demon-touched, but then again most people simply have preconceptions of the “race”. In fact, due to his personality and closed lips when it comes to his “race” most people simply think he is a human that taps into the darker side of magic.

That aside, Raule is a fairly pleasant individual. Calm and soft-spoken for the most part, he’s one to rarely get worked up and even then quick to relax.
Partner
Guess it’s up in the air.
Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s)
Strictly a melee ranged fighter, if kept at a distance there’s not much Raule can do to his opponents.
While he’s fairly good at managing his limits, overuse of Demonic energy will corrode his body despite its innate resistance. His eyes will begin to glow a blood red once the threshold has been reached.
In the same vein, an overuse of his human energy, termed “Humanity” by him, will cause the Demonic nature of his body to rebel. In short, he can’t simply rely on the safer source of energy and must use the self-harming Demonic Energy, if sparingly.
Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits
Physically more able than a human, even without tapping into internal sources of power. He’s stronger, faster, more durable, and overall just better.
Demonic Power is an exceptionally effective energy for dealing with living enemies. It acts as an anathema to life naturally, and will corrupt before turning those affected to ash. His body has changed and adapted to resist such effects far better than most, but even he isn’t completely safe.
As befitting of his class designation, Raule is an experienced warrior. He fares well in messy melees, but shines in single combat. Despite still attending the Academy, he’s already seen his fair share of sorties into the Black Gale. The fact that he has returned alive speaks enough.
Other
His tattoo. Located on his right shoulder blade.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Wassup. Jedly mentioned this RP in a lil chat and I figured I'd drop in if there's still room.

Nature's Outlaws

Hope this s'alright.

Name: Jean Stein

Age: 26

Physical Description: 6’1 and 170lb, he’s got a thin but wiry build and has aged well. Deep azure eyes give no sign of Jean’s status as a Shifter, looking purely human for the most part. His blonde hair reaches his waist if left to hang free, but he usually keeps it tied up in a ponytail. Jean is one of the Shapers that is indistinguishable from a normal human, for the most part. When his abilities are used extensively, signs of his reptilian nature begin to appear. His pupils shift into slits while his skin, starting at the hands, take on a more scale-like appearance and texture. For this reason, Jean can almost always be found wearing gloves and fake contacts.



Animal type: Komodo Dragon

Abilities: Despite lacking the ability to shift into the form of his animal, Jean boasts a number of abilities. He’s far more physically capable than even his athletic frame would suggest, and quite capable of fighting above his weight class. Enduring and eager to return whatever punishment he receives, Jean lives up to the Komodo’s reputation. He also comes with natural weapons as his nails are more akin to claws, ripping through flesh quite readily. His saliva doubles as a venom, being capable of incapacitation or paralyzation, or death with time and heavy dosage. His already hardy constitution is bolstered by a minor regenerative factor; while he won’t regrow an amputated limb, he heals from minor injuries at an accelerated rate.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Background: Don’t let the pretty boy appearance fool you. Jean, or one side of him at the least, embodies the stories bigoted parents tell their children to turn them against Shifters. His various stints have included being a participant in an underground ring and an enforcer for various criminal organizations. He’s never crossed the line of actually murdering someone, but he’s toed the line a few times and done plenty of nasty things to keep his “freedom”. After all, his employers look after their own, even if they aren’t their “kind”. A lot more than he can say for the government.

There’s not much to say about Jean’s childhood. He was lucky enough that his abnormalities didn’t manifest until his later years. Even if his parents had been fairly neutral on the whole issue, the government’s increasing influence forced them to take action. Between giving their son to whatever tests the facilities had planned or pushing him onto the street and supporting him from the sidelines, the choices were both awful. They could only go for the lesser of two evils and though Jean had been enraged, he had never truly hated them. Never could since they tried their best.

Nowadays though, work has been coming in less often. He’s been in contact less with other members, and it seems like this run is coming to an end. With the military showing its might and moving in, it looks like it might be time for Jean to relocate, lest he be caught. The organization sending members after him would be the least of his concerns; there was always a sort of understanding that existed. Loyalty paled to freedom in the end after all.

Nature's Outlaws

Reminie said
Ya I'm fine with 6, I don't mind making a male CS to balance it out if I need to though it'd be my first time.

Well if I'm allowed to join, I'll be making a male CS. Don't think a 1:2 ratio would be too bad.