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“Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal—the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?”

— Roger Zelazny, Doorways in the Sand

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The storms came and went, the wet pavements soon dried up, and the sun once again rose over the horizon unobscured. People began to emerge from their homes as flood warnings came less frequently and the light began to peek through their windows.

For students of Beacon Academy, there was a bit of a bonus to all this waiting for them. Spring Break was on its way soon, and once these last few tests were over, even they could enjoy the fact the rains have ceased, and blessed with a beautiful day.

Some people, inspired by the weather, began to post encouraging messages on bulletin boards scattered across the school, clearly fueled a desire to help students make this last push before the break.

One was rather prominent: Hope Springs Eternal.

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Winter had not been kind to the students of Beacon Academy. After a rough chill to start the season, the whole of Vale -- and consequently, the school itself -- was inundated by a heavy coat of rain that made roads slick, muddied the parks, and generally inconvenienced plenty of people. Many were holed up in their homes or in buildings as the occasional weather warning of flash flooding or the potential for inclement weather on the horizon.

But of course, some were more resourceful than others, and a gathering of some of the most resourceful protectors of daily life were all huddled up together in one large facility, with the greenlight to do as they pleased. The weather refuses to let up, and classes were cancelled for the next few days...would a rainy Monday get them down and prevent them from having a little fun?

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A night of unparalleled fright and joy was near for the city. For Hallows' Eve festivities were popping up all around. Several crowds of people were going around and fully enjoying themselves to the fullest. Cafe's were offering specialty foods and drinks, stores bustling with costumes for those who were wanting to get festive... and more importantly the variety of different activities to do around.

For those that were feeling adventurous, a city sponsored tour was going around as it showed a bit of history of how this historic holiday came to be. Even going as far as to even give a much more dramatic retelling of it as there were a brave adventurous few that would go out towards some of the more taboo locations around. Abandoned graveyards, broken ritualistic sites, ancient unknown statues, animatronic Grimm designed to scare... those were just a part of the festivities to happen.

In addition, there was even contests that were going on which would give prizes handed out to the top winners. If you had a haunting tale, great costume or even could perform just like the old ancestors, well there was a contest for a prize certainly.

The city was bustling with life, even if around the corner the very thing they were exploring could fright them.

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, voices whisper amongst the streets for Hallows' eve is here.

There's a reason why Grandpa moved closer to me. I was still only 9 at the time. Mom wanted to see Grandpa and decided that we should be fine to visit his beach house for a change of pace. That morning felt pretty normal. He had to leave to take care of some business shortly after we got there, so we decided to set up without him. By the time Grandpa got out there to us, we had set everything up and were eating the lunch mom prepared. It wasn't long after that I looked out at the water and noticed something. There were a pair of arms sticking out of the water! They weren't very far in the water and looked to be the size of a grown man's. I tried to tell mom, but she didn't seem to see anything. When I went to tell Grandpa, though, he was already staring at them and then gave me this stern look as if something horrible just happened. "We're leaving!" He said as he grabbed mom and I's hands, dragging us off the beach. "But why?" we asked as he hurried us up past the life guard station.

"When I was a young man, I lost a good friend on this beach. He and his brother were neighbors of mine for a long time, and I got to know them very well. The youngest was training to be a life guard while the oldest was set to move out and get married. In time, they both achieved their dreams. The oldest prepared the wedding reception on the beach for both of them to celebrate, and even invited me to join them. That evening, the oldest brother's newly wed gazed out toward the shore and asked the youngest to go save what looked like a drowning man. When the younger brother asked where this body was, she pointed right in front of them, but it seemed as though no one else could see it. Desperate, the woman ran out into the water, but she didn't stop at the shallow line of the shore. She seemed to be chasing after whatever she saw out into the deep end of the ocean. When the oldest realized how far she had traveled, he asked the younger brother to follow after her. But it was too late. By the time he got into the water, a huge wave crashed over her, and she sank underneath. At this point, both brothers dove out to find her, but couldn't find a trace of where she ended up."

The sun was half set with the moon barely peaking over the horizon when I said that. I could hear the tides rising higher behind us, almost as if the sea was chasing us onto land. Before I could look back to confirm my suspicions, though, Grandpa grabbed my head without hesitation and faced me away from the ocean.

"The two brothers never stopped looking for her. Before long, two months had rolled by with no sign of her. I would often come by to check on the older brother to see if he was OK and ask if he ever found anything. I learned one day that they eventually did find her body. The younger brother was doing his rounds on the beach when he saw what looked like a person laying face down in the sand. When he got close, he was terrified of what he saw. Her body had bloated from drowning under the water for so long, and both her arms were missing. They held a funeral for the young woman, and the older brother would come down to the beach to mourn. One night, the two brothers invited me to join them in a family tradition of theirs. When they lose a loved one, they pour a glass of liquor for the departed, and the oldest drinks it, where they last saw that person. That night, the oldest began staring blankly at the sea with this cold expression. He claimed that he could see his wife's arms drifting on the ocean's surface, reaching towards him from the shallows; something neither of us saw ourselves. The younger brother warned him that this was likely the work of some grimm, and he should stay away from what he saw, but the older brother didn't listen. How could he? Those arms once belonged to the woman he loved. Regardless of what it meant, he couldn't leave them out there to drift endlessly on this beach. He ran out after what he saw, chasing it out past the shallows like his wife did. His brother and I tried to chase after him, but we were washed back by a massive wave. We got separated and couldn't find where he went. We wouldn't find him until months later when he, too, washed onto shore in the same condition as his wife. That night, I once again joined the young life guard as he poured another glass of liquor. This time, he would be the one to drink it in memory of his brother."

At this time, we had just arrived at Grandpa's house. Even at this point, grandpa was adamant that I don't look behind us towards the beach. "A couple weeks after that," He continued "I went down to the beach to check on him to see how he was doing, but when I got there, he was shouting at the other life guards. He was screaming how he quits and that everyone else there should too if they knew what was good for them. I pulled him aside to find out what had happened, and he told me that he saw IT. He saw his brother's arms reach out to him from the shallow waters. The other life guards called him crazy, and not even I could deny it. I talked him into coming back with me, but as we left the life guard station at the edge of the road, we took one long look at the shoreline. The tides were rising higher than I'd ever seen up to that point, and something about the water seemed to startle him beyond reason. He took off running without me and went home by himself."

*When we got inside, Grandpa rushed to check through the blinds of his window facing the beach and let out an audible gasp. "Grandpa, why are you so scared? What's happening at the beach?" *He didn't give me a straight answer and instead told me to go sleep in the guest room upstairs. I went up like he asked, but I could still hear him talk to mom downstairs from the door. "Dad, how come you never told me about what happened on that beach?!"

"You never needed to know. No one I knew had ever seen it again until tonight!" I could hear his voice cracking as he shouted that while rummaging through his cabinets. I cracked the door open just enough to see him grab a bottle of liqour and his coat. "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere. I'll be back shortly."

Mother ran out after him to make sure he was alright. Curious, I glanced out the window to see what he didn't want me to find. Most of the people who were there when we had first arrived were now seemingly gone, and the moon was high in the night sky. Nothing was really out of the ordinary if you couldn't see them. What I first thought was only one set of arms that day was now dozens upon dozens of arms dotted across the midnight shoreline. They all clawed and scraped their way up shore; towards the people on the beach; towards grandpa and I, pulling the tide out with them. I looked down to see Grandpa walk out to the road looking over the beach. He had the liquor bottle from earlier and a shot glass with him, and he seemed to be crying. We've never gone back to that beach again. It wasn't long after that Grandpa moved closer to us. Mom says it was because he wanted to check on me, but I know the real reason. He saw what happened out there, and he was scared.

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#Attributes

#Skills

#Other

#Advantages

#Attacks

#Semblance

Fulgur Talionis - Move (2 AP AP)

Rayne's hair stands on end with electricity flickering between the strands and then run down the length of his body, enabling him to move even faster. Once Rayne comes into contact with another combatant, the electricity converges to the point of contact, acting like a taser of sorts against the victim of his attack at the expense of the speed previously granted.

Effect: Rayne gains [Power] to Speed for up to [Composure/2] rounds. During this time, if he strikes an opponent in melee or an opponent strikes him, the jolt of electricity transfers to them. Rayne makes an attack of [Power + Athletics] vs [Stamina], but instead of dealing damage this invokes a penalty to the victim's Initiative and Speed for rounds equal to the buff's remaining duration, but ends the effect on Rayne.

#Physical Description

(I made Rayne's character art!)

Rayne's physical appearance is almost cat-like and somewhat ethereal, accentuating his unique presence among his mostly raven headed family. Standing at a height of 5'8", he possesses a slender and delicate build, which, when combined with his distinctive features, contributes to his almost ghostly aura. His porcelain skin is fair and flawless, creating a stark contrast with his midnight blue eyes, which seem to shimmer with an air of mystery. These deep blue eyes reveal depths of thought and emotion, and they are a captivating feature on his face. Adding to his enigmatic appearance is Rayne's light, dusty pink hair. This unusual hair color further sets him apart from the rest of his family, and it hints at his uniqueness and individuality. His hair, often untamed and wild, adds to his overall unconventional look.

Rayne's penchant for fashion almost contradicts his inclination to avoid the spotlight. It's as if clothing becomes his chosen form of self-expression, allowing him to convey his individuality without having to engage in vocal or direct interactions. Despite his introverted perspective and desire for anonymity, Rayne is always on the lookout for new and trendy outfits. His wardrobe is a carefully curated collection of garments that reflect his unique taste and style. He's unafraid to experiment with his clothing, seeking pieces that express his inner self in a way words often cannot. His love for fashion allows him to channel his creativity and show the world that there's more to him than his silent exterior. Each outfit becomes a form of art, a way for Rayne to make a statement without uttering a word. The attention to detail and the effort he puts into his appearance might seem contradictory to his preference for isolation, but it's a testament to his desire to be seen and acknowledged on his own terms. In the world of fashion, Rayne finds a medium where he can exist both in the shadows and in the spotlight, showcasing his complex and multifaceted personality.

#Weapon Description

Looks That Kill when not acting as weapons are two black multi band overlapping bracelets, one for each wrist. When he needs to fight close range, he flicks his wrists to extend hidden short blades over the back of his hand that visibly make his bracelets have less overlapping bands.These black swords have divots (like on the back of the sword in this picture) close to the base of the blade both on top and bottom with periwinkle lightning bolt designs etched into the blade between the divots. These swords have no hilts and stay attached to Rayne's wrist, acting as extension of himself.

For situations where range is necessary, Rayne clasps his wrists together, twists and begins expanding the many facets of the blade bracelets into a sniper rifle. It has a simple body with rotating periwinkle lightning bolt designs etched down the length of the barrel.

#Backstory

Rayne Brite grew up in the secluded and mountainous region of Western Vale as the fourth child of the enigmatic Brite family. The family had long withdrawn from society, their reasons known to none but themselves. Rayne's father was a remarkable figure, known for his extraordinary strength and an unwavering focus on speed. Although his work often took him away from the family, Rayne admired his father's dedication to honing his abilities. He saw in his father a role model and a source of inspiration, and it was through his father's teachings that Rayne began to explore and develop his own electric semblance, which not only granted him power but could also be used to enhance his speed. In stark contrast, Rayne's relationship with his mother was more complex. She possessed a volatile temperament, often oscillating between being proud of her children's achievements and using manipulation to exploit their failures. This behavior had created a rift between her and most of her children, leaving them uncertain about their place within the family. Rayne found solace in his role as a protective older brother for his youngest sister, Sine, whom he shared a special bond with. Sine often found herself ignored amidst the conflicts and favoritism within the family. However, she was determined to make her own mark. While training with Rayne, she focused on improving her weight variance semblance, which allowed her to manipulate gravity and adjust her mass. This power held potential for both offense and defense, and Sine's dedication to mastering it made her a resilient and resourceful member of the family. Rayne's electric semblance, in combination with Sine's abilities, allowed them to work together as a team, boosting their powers and complementing each other's strengths. Their connection was a source of happiness and strength, offering a rare glimmer of warmth in an otherwise tumultuous family dynamic.

At the head of the Brite family stood the eldest brother, Lux, a controlling and authoritarian figure. He held power and influence over the family and sought to maintain an iron grip on the lives of his siblings. His oppressive ways drove a wedge between Rayne and Sine, as he despised their closeness, viewing it as a threat to his authority. Lux was the mother's favorite. He had a unique ability to manipulate light, and he had honed this skill with the help of their mother. He basked in her favor and support, which only deepened the tensions among the siblings. Lux's powers allowed him to craft illusions, control illumination, and master the art of deception.

The second eldest sibling, Cere, took a different path, choosing to distance themselves from the family's internal conflicts. They often immersed themselves in their own pursuits, maintaining a sense of detachment from the family's issues, which only further added to the isolation that Rayne and his sister felt. Cere, was not as physically adept as the others, so he focused his efforts on improving his intellect. He immersed himself in books and studies, striving to become the intellectual powerhouse of the family. His analytical mind would serve as a valuable resource as the Brite siblings navigated their complex family dynamics and the world beyond.

Meanwhile, Cal, the middle sister, was a mysterious figure, often absent from the family home. Her comings and goings were a source of intrigue and curiosity for the other siblings, and she remained an enigma within the family's complex web of relationships. Cal possessed a potent fire semblance, which she diligently honed during her frequent journeys. These trips were a source of mystery for her siblings, and Cal remained a somewhat elusive figure in the family. Her control over fire allowed her to unleash destructive flames and protect herself during her travels, but her motivations and the purpose of her frequent journeys remained shrouded in secrecy.

Despite the challenges posed by their family dynamics, all the Brite children were encouraged to toughen themselves through various means, be it physical training, mental fortitude, or other methods. This upbringing had a profound impact on Rayne, forging him into a resilient and determined individual, driven by the desire to protect those he loved and to find a way to free his family from the shackles of their isolated existence. Rayne's journey would be one of self-discovery, as he navigated the intricate web of familial conflicts, sought to understand the mysterious history of the Brite family, and, above all, strived to find a path that would lead to a brighter and more connected future for his younger sister and himself.

Rayne often went of secret expeditions to nearby villages. His insatiable curiosity often led him to explore new places, and it was during one of these binges that he stumbled upon a design that piqued his interest. He witnessed a piece of technology which featured a compact, collapsible design in use by a Huntsman who was clearing Grimm from the outskirts of the village. The Huntsman was walking with a cane, seemingly more for looks than functionality, that he quickly expanded into an axe upon attacking a Grimm. This discovery was a eureka moment for Rayne, who combined this newfound inspiration with his deep love for fashion and his penchant for ingenuity. He went on a journey into crafting his own version of the collapsible device, each iteration carefully designed to be both functional and stylish. In doing so, he turned this borrowed concept into a unique and personal creation that spoke to his individuality. He created collapsible wristband accessories that doubled as both close and long range weapons, and decided to call them Looks That Kill.

Rayne's desire to obtain the strength and abilities he had heard about from others who had attended Beacon Academy stirred a longing within him. These stories from neighboring villages had sparked his curiosity and kindled a fire of ambition. The prospect of gaining knowledge, skills, and powers beyond what he had experienced within the confines of his isolated family life was an enticing opportunity.

When Rayne mustered the courage to bring up the idea of applying to Beacon to his parents, his mother's reaction was a surprising one. She gushed with enthusiasm at the mere thought of Rayne becoming more powerful. Her shift in attitude from her usual oscillation between pride and manipulation was a turning point for him. The support of his mother was a rarity in their family, and it provided him with a newfound sense of hope and determination.

With their approval, Rayne's journey to Beacon Academy began, driven by a deep desire to unlock his full potential, learn new skills, and break free from the confines of his isolated upbringing. He was determined to explore the world beyond his family and discover his place in it, armed with the electric semblance he had honed and the dreams of becoming a beacon of hope for his family and those around him.

#Personality

Rayne's confidence in his abilities serves as a striking counterpoint to his quiet and reserved exterior. He's aware of his own strengths and continues to hone them, often implementing his mischievous ideas to his advantage. These cunning tactics come in handy when he investigates or attempts to intimidate others. While he might prefer to remain in the shadows, he's not one to back down from a challenge when the need arises. Rayne, well aware of his eerie appearance, has grown indiffernt with the world around him. He walks almost completely in silence, skillfully avoiding drawing attention to himself. He's been stared at, judged, and misunderstood one too many times, and it's left him disillusioned with people in general. This quiet and unobtrusive approach allows him to move through his surroundings with a blend of caution and precision. He's become a silent observer, always vigilant, and keenly aware of his environment. His curiosity knows no bounds, and he hungers for knowledge. Rayne is driven by a desire to learn and understand the intricacies of the world around him. He knows that knowledge can be a double-edged sword, revealing the beauty and the darkness of the world. Rayne's reluctance to interact with new people isn't just a matter of preference; it's a defense mechanism. He's been hurt and disappointed before, and he's decided that it's often easier to remain isolated than to engage in the complexities of human relationships. He's weary by past experiences and skeptical of those who show an interest in him. This blend of disillusionment, weariness, and skepticism, combined with his thirst for knowledge, makes him the type whose curiosity is now tinged with a sense of resignation, and whose silent demeanor is more about self-preservation than mere introversion.

His upbringing has left him with a massive inferiority complex, driving him to push himself to the limits through a rigorous training routine. This training encompasses both melee and ranged combat techniques, as Rayne is determined to discover what works best for him in various situations. His level-headed nature allows him to methodically approach these challenges, seeking to gain an edge through skill and preparation. In addition to his combat training, Rayne's inquisitive mind finds satisfaction in tinkering with spare parts. He enjoys learning new assemblies and inconspicuous ways to disguise them, possibly using his newfound knowledge to develop concealed weapons or tools that complement his investigative and intimidating endeavors. This combination of confidence, practicality, and a desire for self-improvement makes Rayne a person who is continually evolving and seeking new ways to assert himself and protect those he cares about.

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Small crowds were gathering around one of the many television sets that sat in a neck-aching angle on the upper corners of Beacon's hallways. Murmurs began to reverberate; while words began to meld and fuse together into incomprehensible messes, the general atmosphere was one of intense curiosity and mild apprehension. But none dared speak over the broadcaster on the news, who despite being so far away managed to silence all.

"What was once considered a mere blip in the cosmos has ignited the curiosity of scientists worldwide," a male voice spoke over footage of Beacon students at the Stellar Summit, pointing their fingers at the sky while others looked through a massive telescope. "Originally thought to be a fleeting anomaly in the vast expanse of space, the star, tentatively named Erythro, is a celestial body that is actually much closer to our very own Remnant than previously speculated."

"It's like finding a hidden treasure in our cosmic backyard," A scientist on-screen said. "We believed it to be a distant speck of light that just happened to be visible next to the moon, but now it's clear that this star has a much more intimate connection to Remnant."

"However, not everyone is ready to embrace this discovery with open arms."

Another scientist appears. "A star does not simply shows up in the night sky out of the blue. It hasn't followed the rules we associate with the creation of a star. We need to be vigilant and monitor its movements. We can't afford to ignore something of this magnitude."

"Studies, however, indicate that Erythro is too far away to pose any immediate threat. For now, it remains a celestial wonder that has and continues to mystify and captivate many.

"For the Vale News Network, I'm Leuko Nanós."

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Beacon's school year had kicked off and a variety of students had settled into the strict regiment the faculty implemented. It wasn't until the arena was fully revamped that the primary purpose of the classes on hand. Soon the arena stands found itself being packed with students with equipment and weapons around as if eager to prove themselves.

Standing lazily atop a podium was Elise who appeared to be sipping a bit of a warm brew, looking down at the floor which had an icy mist. Trees edged the walls with shrubbery that got almost as tall as the electric field protecting the students. Broken stones and boulders had peeked above from the snowy ground as it was difficult to take a glance on the grounds.

"Students of Beacon academy." Elise had spoke though, her voice stopping all the chatter from the more talkative students. "Today you will be engaging in matches on the snowy depths below. This arena is to not only test your perception but also give us an idea on your current combative aptitude." The teacher furrowed her brow, almost radiating an authority as if setting the pace for the matches on hand.

"You may either be paired to fight students, or if the threats of Grimm. As such, in this setting you can either hunt or be hunted." Elise would remain quiet as the arena now was open for the brave and bold students.

[So here's the map for the record map. Have fun!]

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Students were beginning to settle into their classroom seats for the year, whether they were getting familiarized with what Beacon has to offer or coming back once more for yet another round of lectures and tests and exams. Once more, the sounds of Vale rang out their familiar song.

The year hasn't yet begun, and so the speakers remained oddly quiet this morning, but that was just the calm before the whirlwind of classroom murmurs, gossip, and frantic study sessions that would soon roll through the halls of Beacon Academy in a number of days. It wasn't just the students themselves that were all getting cleaned up either; the incidents that seemed to plague the school in one way or another are nowhere to be seen now, and resources have clearly been thrown the Academy's way to make it as presentable as possible.

In fact, rumors have been spreading of a tour for prospective students. Perhaps it would be good to be acting on your best behavior and show them what the school is like, or maybe show the school's true colors with a little bit of chaos?

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WAS HOMEWORK ASSIGNED OVER THE SUMMER?"

"QUICK HAND ME THE HISTORY BOOK AND LAPTOP! I HAVE A 5 PAGE PAPER DUE TOMORROW!"

A mass amount of panic overwhelmed the denizens of Beacon Academy. Although the weather was hot and the breeze gentle enough to get some waves, there was something much more important going on. Students were scrambling all around campus trying to come up with study groups and to quickly get it done.

Impromptu classes were held in classrooms just to go over the subject and the library turned into a revolving door of people going in and out. Even the cafeteria turned into talks of various subjects and topics.

The teachers and faculty were simply enjoying the chaos as they enjoyed the moments and those who have procrastinated scrambling around. Of course there were those who took advantage of it, starting a black market for answers or completed papers. It was nice to go outside, but it was probably better for the following days to make sure that their homework was done.

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It came somewhat suddenly and strangely. Arrived under cover of night, they said.

"...the scientists credit students of Beacon Academy with identifying the celestial object during the Stellar Summit earlier this year. While the nature of the object has yet to be determined, workers at the Celestial Observatory are beginning to gather possible names in the event this is a new planet in our system..."

A red dot, easily eclipsed by the sun during the day, and most certainly visible in between the shards of the moon at night, could be seen, and those sitting near the windows during classes could be seen peering up at the sky, trying to glimpse that wondrous new light.

While some began to grow bored, others began to ask questions. What was it? Did it herald something new, something dangerous? No one could truly be sure.

But all could be sure of one thing: it got everybody talking.

Beacon's courtyard is used for a myriad of different events. Usually a majority of them are for jobs outside of Beacon, advertisements, club activities and other outgoing activities. However in order to take a step forward, the staff there had decided to move on forward with a breath of fresh air and a whole new perspective... well figureatively.

This week, the courtyard along with a majority of the school was set to become an outdoor art gala and exhibit. There were several various sections classrooms dedicated to the arts. Several paintings and sculptures were set up and catalogued in respective regions. From the 1st old war to the new wave generation, the school even opted to expand on its log of huntsman on several murals dedicated to the history of the profession.

The cafeteria took on a more open cafe for those who wanted to enjoy a simple drink while reflecting on the various exhibits and their details. Tours were also set up since there were more than enough people who have tried to touch the art pieces in question.

One of the more popular attractions happens to be an art piece itself called the 'path of reflection' in which the sun shined down on various prisms and mirrors. Turning each mirror into an ever changing color savor which melded together with those who walked the long path. Every minute and moment was an entirely different experience as it was never the same for each individual.

Today was the first day of summer and along with that was a whole new opportunity to explore natural curiosities and arts.

Lore: June 21st - July 5th

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One week prior to the repair of Bracco Village.

For as far as Bianca Nero could see, red littered the landscape. Nothing but red and orange. An always-autumnal path in the pilgrimage she’d taken so long ago, when she set off for Beacon. But for better or worse, she didn’t feel like the same person she was when she’d taken this path so long ago.

Leaves crunched beneath her feet, a cool breeze bristling against her cheek as her white cloak gently swayed in the breeze, making her stand out like a white blot on a red canvas. She was alone, but never felt lonely here. Just a little further and she’d be home again, catching up with her grandparents and telling them how Beacon was going.

It wasn’t an easy trip per say. If it was, she would’ve come back more often. But seldom were the times that she actually could make a trip like this without missing a day of classes, and the shoddy connection on her scroll way out here in the wilderness made it particularly difficult. It’d taken more than a little struggling just to message Russet to let him know the trip had gone well.

But slowly, the crunch of leaves slowed to a halt. Bianca’s eyes shifted skyward, staring up at the treetops as the wind bit against her canine ears. Something wasn’t right. There was a chill in the air, and not the same as the cold wind. It was difficult for her to put her finger on just what was bothering her, in fact. Like feeling a change in the weather in one’s bones. But this was Bianca’s home, so what could there be to worry about? She’d come all this way, and now it was just a half hour walk until she was finally back.

And so the girl continued on to Bracco.

Bianca’s single, bright blue eye gazed numbly at the old watch-tower. It was one of Bracco’s oldest landmarks, an old stone watch-tower from the Great War, left behind and abandoned. She used to climb it all the time as a kid, to get a good look over the forest.

But now, the stone tower lay crumbled and broken, toppled over by damage to one of its now ancient supports. It was old and fragile, but to collapse like this? Bianca knew without a second thought it wasn’t an accident or coincidence.

The overgrown stone bricks finally led Bianca to her destination as she reached the tip of a rather bumpy hill, her heart filled with worry rather than nostalgia. On the very edge of her sight lay the familiar red and white tents that littered the market, always enticing the travelers that passed through Bracco on the way to Vale. But it wasn’t like she remembered, not in the slightest. Gone were the echoes of carts clattering and the commotion of conversation, replaced with dead silence save for the hissing wind. Like a nightmarish reflection of her most treasured memories.

Her ears perked up as she turned back and forth, but the stalls were empty. No proof they’d ever been full, save for the tracks of carts against the road. But what’s more odd was the contents of the stalls. The produce hadn’t been set out, but many of the supplies and registers were still locked. Only the essentials were gone. Which meant, if Bianca’s assumption was correct, that they’d left in a hurry. But it was what awaited her in the square that terrified Bianca the most.

Just past the market and between the somewhat narrow paths, Bianca found herself in what should’ve been the busiest part of this small town. A simple gathering in the middle of Bracco, with a bar, some local government related buildings, and a fountain situated on the edge of the Ghiaccio River — right across from the farmstead she’d grown up on.

The roof of the old bar had been caved in by something heavy, the entrance torn open as if by a feral beast. The fountain cracked from something impacting against it, with a dark red stain about its edges. Like the ruins of some battlefield rather than the homely town she’d been expecting. It was gone. Even if she found where the people had gone, if they had in fact survived, Bracco was in ruins. Her entire purpose in becoming a Huntress, destroyed before she’d even had a chance to try.

“Anyone!?” Bianca called out as loud as she could. “Is anyone here!?”

Worry caught in Bianca’s throat. “Rosso!? Rosa?” Bianca called out again, her voice shaky with concern for her grandparents. “...Anyone? Please...”

But no one replied.

Until something did.

Bianca turned sharp towards one of the collapsed houses as the sound of wood creaking echoed out. White claws emerged from the darkness, old bits of red stained against the tips as black furred legs emerged, bone plating littered across its body, forming a mask with red accents - pristine save for a long crack down the side of it’s mask — and a tiny knife still embedded within it’s eye socket, though it didn’t seem to be able to feel it. Bianca’s old knife.

It was a Grimm Bianca knew all too well. An old, local legend nicknamed Belial by the towns that had been victim to it. One of those victims being a much younger Bianca, and it’d cost her an eye. But why here? It was true that Bracco was rural, but they’d never had Grimm in town before. And this damage couldn’t possibly be the work of a single Beowolf, alpha or not. Something had drawn them into town. But there was a more pressing matter than that.

Bianca’s heart ached for her home, but rage made for an excellent painkiller.

The Beowolf growled menacingly, only for the gnashing of teeth to be overpowered by the deafening, echoing burst of aura engulfing Bianca as her semblance practically erupted from her. The ringing howl of her semblance betrayed the pure fury that filled Bianca, her teeth clenched tight and the claws of her gauntlets begging to tear into the creature. For a Grimm that could only see negative emotion, the sight of the young huntress was like looking upon a bonfire of nothing but anger and hate, and only moments later would it all be directed upon the beast.

Bianca leapt forward like a crazed, feral animal, her claws tearing into the Beowolf’s arm as she opened the brawl with a series of feral slashes from her claws. Aggressive and fast, far more so than she even knew she was capable of. More than she’d ever put to use at Beacon. But those were training, just practice against other huntsmen. This, on the other hand, was a raw desire — or even a need, to kill no matter what it took.

Even as the Beowolf’s claws lashed out at Bianca, blue sparks of aura fluttering off as it impacted against her aura, there was no flow of combat. No ebb and flow of attack and defense, just raw aggression tearing into the opponent, the pain barely registering in Biana’s mind. But soon she was forced to confront it as the beast rammed its full force against her, slamming against the berserk huntress as she was hurtled backwards, crashing through wood as what was left of the aura shielding her dissipated.

Bianca winced as she stood, quickly recognizing the old inn. Pain was beginning to set in as she looked down, a bit of wooden shrapnel having embedded itself loosely in her side, blood pooling against the black fabric. A surface wound, but a warning of what would come if she kept this up. Her eye shifted to check the dust chamber of her left gauntlet, a vicious smirk breaking her composure. ‘Thanks, Firnen. Worked out perfectly.’

The already precarious roof of the inn shifted and creaked as the Beowolf violently bashed aside one of the bits of lumber blocking the entrance, only to be met with a volley of bolts from Bianca’s crossbow. Only it wasn’t to cover her retreat, but the opposite. By the time it had caught a glance of her, she’d already closed the distance again, the claws suddenly lifting away from the hand just a bit, the circuit connecting as a sharp, crackling sound filled the room, lighting up the darkness of the entryway in an instant as the electrical dust sparked to life. Shock coursed through the Beowolf’s body, numbing it to the sensation of Bianca gripping the knife embedded in its blind eye, tearing it from the socket. No sooner had her childhood knife returned to her grip than she embedded it in the creature’s neck. But what would’ve been a fatal blow for another Grimm was far too shallow for Belial.

Just as she was about to press the assault, pain filled Bianca’s mind as she let out a harsh cry, the Grimm’s maw biting down desperately on her arm, cracking through the dust chamber as it sparked, burning against Bianca’s shoulder. Floorboards cracked beneath them, liberating Bianca from its grip only to fill her with the brief terror of falling, as the two opponents fell to the basement below. And while Bianca was able to land on her feet, it may have been for the worse, as a barely audible ‘crack’ seemed to send pain up her leg. Burning, agonizing pain from her ankle, but even still she was determined to fight through it. The creature had taken her eye, and now her home. No matter what it took, it wouldn’t take more.

Belial looked up to meet its opponent just as a flash of white appeared before it. But what it slashed at wasn’t a huntress at all. Rather, Bianca’s thrown cloak in a last ditch effort to distract the creature. And that sheet of white would be the last thing the beast saw.

With a cry of both pain and rage, Bianca threw herself at the Grimm, ready to kill or be killed as she tore her gauntlets into its neck. The moment the claws connected, the damaged dust-chamber sparked to life. Pitch black fur split aside as the Grimm’s head separated from it’s body, propelled by the imminent blast of sparking and combusting dust blowing open the side of Bianca’s gauntlet.

The sounds of battle faded, as did Bianca’s anger. And all that replaced it was emptiness, and pain.

Even once she’d dragged herself out of the ruins, Bianca could hardly walk. It took an old piece of wood just to balance herself enough to walk on her broken ankle.. No sooner had she been greeted by the empty silence of a dead town than familiar howls rang out in the distance, a shiver running down the Faunus’ spine. She knew one Grimm couldn’t have done all of this, but even with all her desire for vengeance, she wouldn’t last through another fight. And Bracco needed help more than she did.

Her mind felt light and dazed, practically dragging herself along as she made her way back down the road and into the familiar red forest. Desperately she stared at her scroll. And the moment there was even the smallest bit of a signal, her shaky hand began sending an SOS to Beacon, even as the pain from her combusted gauntlet began to set in along the burned arm.

No sooner had it gone through than Bianca collapsed against a tree, her lone eye watching the red canopy of leaves above. Finally, she had a chance to breathe. Her reason to hunt had been destroyed, and in turn she’d burned her anger and every last bit of effort she had to destroy one of the creatures responsible. But now the deafening anger was gone, and she could hear again. But the only sound she heard was unbearable loneliness.

By the time Bianca was found by the huntsmen that Beacon sent, she was barely clinging to life. A makeshift bandage made from her sleeve was all that kept her from bleeding out, although even then it wasn’t clear if she’d really survive. But days came and went, and with time, Bianca found her strength returning. But even then, her purpose was still gone.

But a purpose was something Bianca could find with time. It would take more than one loss to break the young wolf.

Lore: May 26th - June 7th

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While the date on the calendar might say one thing, the weather was certain to make a statement of its own. With the sun bright in the sky and clear skies, Vale was undefended against the bombardment of heat that began to hover in and around the streets of the city. With the change in weather, things were shaking up.

"Hello, my little huntsmen."

Of course, some things never change. To some, the voice echoing through Beacon's PA system was like another voice that grounded one into Beacon's lifestyle. In a way, it was like being included. This was no different.

"Welcome to the yearly heatwave. I do hope you are all keeping cool, both literally and figuratively; everyone here must be willing to endure a bit of stress. Those you protect will not remain calm under duress, but you must be. So find ways to keep calm and keep your focus."

"With that said, the heatwaves have prompted our staff to accommodate future training sessions in ice-related combat classes for the duration of the summer. Know that in the field you will not have that luxury; keep that in mind as you continue your journey to be the best Huntsmen all of Remnant has to offer."

"Until next time."

Far to the North-East of Vale sat a perpetually crimson forest, locked in a Forever Fall. Red trees as far as the eye could see, leaves that fell year round, yet never seemed to run out. To those traveling by foot to the North, it made for a rather pleasing sight along the path. And further north, just past the end of the forest, sat a small village by the name of Bracco.

Long ago, it’s said the village was an outpost during a long forgotten war. Founded by survivors of the Great War, situated halfway along a rather barren stretch of an important road for traders. Even as rural as it was, it had always been a rather welcoming town.

Or rather, it was.

It was late at night that Beacon received word that the town had fallen, news only arriving days after the incident. Reports from the survivors of Bracco were vague and contradictory, blame pointing in all different directions. For the first time in over twenty years, Bracco had fallen victim to an attack by Grimm. While the majority managed to evacuate north towards one of the other villages, the incident had left at least five villagers dead, the huntress who’d discovered the ruins severely injured.

It wasn’t long before Beacon dispatched its Huntsmen and Huntresses to be, to assist in either repairs, recovery of survivors, or protecting the town’s border from the numerous Grimm that lurk within the surrounding forest.

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[As previously mentioned, Bracco has been almost entirely destroyed by Grimm. Characters who participate can choose from the various tasks of dealing with the remaining Grimm that wander the forest, searching for injured survivors within the town itself, or assisting in repairing what damage isn’t too far gone.]

[The town is made up of one large town square, two buildings of which seem to have burned down, along with a massive market which has been torn apart by various battles and attacks. Additionally, multiple farmsteads exist off the beaten path, with paths leading to them from the town itself.]

[Alternatively, characters may wish to follow up on investigating why the village was suddenly attacked, with the refugees mentioning that the town had had a few different groups of visitors during the days leading up to the incident.]

The great thing about the eve of spring, it was just the perfect weather for summer to gently nudge its inevitability. Plants would flourish, the crisp air breezed through and life would find a way to make everything a celebration. One particular set of streets would get together and have a pseudo get together which may or may not have gotten blown out of proportions.

What was to be a simple get together became an entire strip of land along Vale's finest beach being adorned with people for an outing. The beach was open for all, those early going for the summer taking some time to steer away from finals stress and troubles were more than welcome in. Numerous volleyball tournaments sprung up, surfers riding waves together.

All the while, there was a section dedicated to simply admiring the view of the waves or the gentle sun caressing the lands. Cafe's finding themselves moving their venues outdoors, shops giving discounts for customers coming in on this spontaneous moment. Even a segment dedicated to a compadre of food trucks which were known to be one of the areas most busiest segments.

For those eager to get a taste of summer or get away for a bit, this was the time to shine.

The birds are chirping, the insects are buzzing, and spring is in full swing. A perfect day to work in the garden. The Beacon Community garden specifically. A space where students can plant to their hearts desires whether you like growing fresh vegetables or beautiful flowers and tend watch the plants grow along with themselves. The garden was built with variety in mind to encourage the students to plant a diverse set of flora. Two rows of raised beds set the perimeter of the garden, with a pond of nutrient rich soil in-between. A small green house sits in the center of the garden.

Flowers, fruits and vegetables are being grown in various stages. From sprout to blossom the students were tending to their plants as the smell of fresh soil lingered in the air. Various tools could be found for community use though many gardeners brought their own. An intricate underground water system allowed spickets to be used to their discretion. What could be plant was simply left to the imagination.

#Attributes

#Skills

#Other

#Advantages

#Attacks

#Semblance

Ride the Lightning ( 4AP + Painful Semblance)

Move Action

Sora’s semblance allows herself to overclock her nervous system using electricity, by doing this her perception of time is slowed down to the point of being able to react faster. Of course this is not without its drawbacks as running electricity throughout her body will cause her to feel weaker. While under the effects of her semblance, the magenta stripes change color to a dark blue, almost flickering as if a lightning bolt.

When activated Sora gains [Power/2 Rounded UP] in both Initiative and Defense. This lasts for [wits/2] turns. If she wishes to keep it up, she needs to pay an increasing Painful Semblance [2AHP next, 3AHP after that...etc] cost every round after it expires.

#Physical Description

Dis

Sora stands at around 5” 10’ and weighs in at around 130 pounds with a rather light slim physique. Her hair is unique with both black with several magenta stripes running throughout her shoulder length hair. The two veins of hair along her face are noticeably magenta colored, with most of her hair being black. Along with that, the girl has a few rigid facial features and deep blue eyes.

Her attire, both in combat and in every day, consists of a blue crop-top jacket which has patterns of lightning bolts inlay throughout. The jacket’s sleeves are yellow while the top of her shoulders and the rim of her collar are red. Rather than wearing a myriad of patterned shirts, Sora opts to wear a blue tie-top which shows off her pale body. This matches the same colored skirt which is patterned with white lines. In addition she has a black belt with a gold ring wrapped around her hip, as it sports multiple pockets on the right side of her body.

Lastly Sora also has thigh high socks which have several lightning bolts scattered throughout them, but only a few inches get exposed as the rest is hidden underneath a pair of very high lace boots. The boots are black laced with inlays of golden loops along her legs.

#Weapon Description

Ebb & Flow

Sora’s iconic weapons are a pair of kama’s in which she dubbed Ebb & Flow. About two feet in length, the handles of the kama are blue and white with the divide evenly in the middle. The blade itself is black with the edge of the blade a magenta curve as it has two serrated points on each end in addition to the blade.There’s also an empty ring separating the blade and the handle as a defensive measure to glance blows as well as misdirect attacks.

Both Ebb & Flow have an alternative form which is a pair of vented pistols which have a blue and white pattern with a blue body with a white grip and trigger guard on it. The barrel and chamber slide have a magenta shaped wind pattern interlaced with the blue. Often she is able to switch between her Kamas and hand pistols with the flick of a switch or button on each form. However those are only the base forms.

By pressing the buttons on the ends of each kama together, Ebb & Flow transform into a double bladed-staff which mirrors the same pattern as both of her weapons together. Lastly there is one other form as she is able to collapse both bladed ends together as one opens up to become the ported barrel while the other one becomes the body and trigger mechanism for a scout rifle with iron sights. As such the scout rifle also shares the same color scheme as her pistols.

While not using Ebb & Flow, Sora keeps the weapons on her all the time as she simply places them in a holster that is sewed onto the inside of her crop-top jacket.

#Backstory

Sora Atlantis Vermillion is the daughter of Magenta and Jay Vermillion, both parents having been to Beacon themselves and bonding together at the same time. Of course after some time being hunters, they decided to go into other careers as her mother ended up becoming a private detective who has solved multiple cases throughout her life. Her father, well he’s known throughout all of Remnant as the strongest martial artist of all time. Any contest or tournament with him would result in pretty much half of the competition quitting.

Because of this, it made Sora feel like she would be destined for great things growing up in Vale. Both Magenta and Jay ended up being a bit overprotective of their daughter, after all accidents happen in a fight and doing detective work has always made the family at risk. One of the ways to combat this was to teach the girl how to spot dangers and defend herself to the best of her abilities. Jay, eliciting some help from her grandmother Raine, began at a rather early age about being aware of her environment and about which people to specifically avoid. All the while Sora had decided to start practice about several techniques that would cause anyone to back off.

Soon the teachings began to settle into Sora’s mind as it turned into a normal everyday routine, whenever she wasn’t hanging around with other kids the girl was looking through old cases her mom had solved. In addition she also saw some of her father’s earlier days to see how he fought and tried to replicate a few of them. This would go on for a year or two as at first it didn’t bother the parents until she would see Sora attempt a superman punch and accidentally sprain her wrist. Seeing a flicker of aura go out as she yelped out in pain, but she did make a rather decent sized dent in the wall… in which she had to fix.

At that moment, Jay started to be a bit more concerned that they shouldn’t be teaching Sora in such a manner. However Magenta argued that if Sora was anything like the both of them, it would be easier for them to guide her together rather than have her do things on her own and end up getting hurt or worse. Because of this, they both sought guidance from a few friends as well as their teammates Ceru and Tawn. Both of them conflicting as Tawn would want Sora to follow in their steps as Ceru simply just said no…

Eventually both Jay and Magenta decided to give Sora the option since they shouldn’t be giving their child a chosen path. One day while reading over an article about a crime wave hitting the city, Sora was asked about what she wanted to do in the future as an adult. Without skipping a heartbeat, she said she wanted to be a huntress and then become a police chief to help everyone out in the city. Just like her parents after all.

Seeing how those were some big shoes Sora had to fill, the young girl would begin to get more extensive training from Magenta & Jay. The girl learned about maintaining her physical body through regular routine, exercise and eating… of course she also ended up becoming a better cook than her father. Even making family meals once in a while because she was tired of her father and her dog Pebble from eating rubber bacon for breakfast. In addition to this routine, she was also spending a bit more time with her mom as well. However she adopted period of often being up late at times, doing her best to keep physically active and improving. Often it ended up resulting in her crashing into the couch or bed for periods of time, being very difficult to wake up. Most times she would end up waking up after five alarms went off along the mountain dog Pebble on her back.

Sora was quickly introduced to doing detective work from her mother, having to quickly get used to gruesome scenes and different smells. Jay made sure to keep her calm and a bit grounded. This would make Sora get a quick eye for these sorts of things, all the while with her time growing up it would help her identify and navigate the streets. Even starting to hear rumors and words about various deeds such as the occasional discrete drug dealer. Her eyes quickly began to catch up on things even on par towards Jay’s own.

Of course at around 13 years old, Sora was put into a combat academy to help her prepare for Beacon. Grimm studies were not very much of her interest but she often found solace more in her physical activities. With her mother’s instruction alongside the various teachers, she would begin to quickly get a grasp of being able to use a variety of different weapons. Thankfully she had a bit of fist fighting and avoidance training to help her avoid attacks. Every time, even in defeat always sported a smile as she often tried to find the good in people.

However there was one big problem which Sora had to address… what would be her weapon of choice and her focus? Her father Magenta always went without a weapon and utilized his aura, something she didn’t have much of or trained in aside from striking things. Even unlocking her semblance was too much as it caused her body to jolt back, yeah she could perceive more and react quicker but the jolt of pain caused her to not solely focus on it. Ultimately she saw her mother’s weapon and wanted to reflect more towards her mother’s side of things.

So Sora enlisted Magenta’s help to construct a weapon which was not the best choice in hindsight. At first it was just a lighter copy of the double bladed staff, but she wanted to be able to make it more compact. To weave in and out like the water and wind. Thus she got the rest of her inspiration from watching other tournament fighters and even some of her mother’s training. Culminating in the iconic Ebb & Flow creation for the prodigy. She ultimately decided that rather going down fully on aura and semblance training, she would do the basics and dedicate herself to mastering her physical skill sets.

Sora would begin from the ground up training with the weapons, seemingly flowing in between all of them. However she found herself favoring the kama’s and pistols rather than her staff and rifle (which did help in terms of combat utility).The best part, she was confident enough to make the weapons compact and hidden away from view. Her muscles ached and her body burned as she often trained long into the night and then slept for long periods of time. It also didn't help that the times she trained with her semblance that her entire body would basically feel like it's being zapped with electricity. It would make her perceive time faster and react faster, but right afterwards it only accelerated the exhausted feeling. Most times because of her sleeping habits, she would result in being late to her classes multiple times. Sora would always either sporting a rather calm smile or a cheeky smile as if in high spirits.

After several grueling tests, guidance and effort, the girl would manage to get top marks on her class and Sora would officially graduate from Signal Academy. With great marks, and a bright future, the young girl decided to go towards Beacon fairly late.

#Personality

Sora’s always shown to have a smile on her face as it seems difficult to bring her down. It’s always been a goal to not let them see you frown as it’s a sign of defeat or weakness. The girl can quickly flick between being grounded and being optimistic in a flash as she has seen and read up on various cases that have been solved. Because of that, even when it comes to sensitive subjects she’ll seem happy go lucky about them.

However Sora will always be the one to lend a hand to those in need, always wanting to get personal and giddy along. Often times she volunteers her time helping others, being a model citizen who does her best to give tips and to make sure they’re a little better off. Whenever she’s not trying to be a model, the girl will be in a mix of her daily routine. Often being the one to always watch Mistrali dramas and cooking shows, improving herself physically and the dreaded writing fanfiction.

Ultimately, Sora’s easy to be friends with as she will always find something they can bond about. A warm smile, a few giggles and in mere moments it would be as if you knew her. A few odd things is that maybe out of paranoia or perhaps out of habit she’ll always scan around towards other people subtly, as a way to keep her awareness up as she feels like she can incorporate training in a daily routine.

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During one of their missions while Oran was only twelve they where tagging along on a mission. The rule still was one hunter on the child, but they where getting old enough to at least be able to stay out of trouble if need be. Plus, this was a relatively simple mission. Taking care of some monkey grimm plaguing a town near a rain forest in Vacuo. As usual Oran tagged along, this time riding on the back of big momma Rita. She as usual kept her distance from the rest of the party but Oran begged her to take them closer. Though perhaps she took them too close. This was the closest Oran had ever gotten to live grimm, and perhaps it was the pang of fear they felt that caught the attention of the monster. A stray monkey broke from the pack and bolted for the child. Taking all of team ORAN by surprise the child was torn from Rita's back and sent falling from the treetops. Nick managed to take out the grimm with an arrow after the fact but there was no hunter on their team fast enough to catch their child. They fell for what felt like an eternity, which for the parents was hell, but for the child was truth. The sound of the wind rushing past their ears sung them the most beautiful music, they never felt more free. They looked to the leaves floating around them and all at once knew what to do, as easy as breathing their semblance manifested and with a gust of wind the child landed safely on the ground. That was when the family realized that child had grown big enough to ask if they could be a Hunter too.

One of the many benefits to having four hunter parents, is they grant a large breathe of knowledge to lend to the hunter-to-be. Each parent granting their own expertise to teach. Rita however was the first one to begin training their ward. It started actually without Oran even realizing it. From a young age before handing the kid their backpack she would always add a couple stones to the bottom. This trend went on for a while. More and more weight was added to their pack as they grew and eventually it got to the point where most of their pack was just stones. Traveling around with double your body weight is an excellent way to gain muscle, but they would need more than that to be a huntress.

Aurelia was far and away the most beautiful fighter of the family. when Oran wanted to learn how to fight she insisted first, they must learn to dance. This was no problem of course, growing up watching their mom glide across the battlefield in all her elegance they where excited to learn. With traveling the world they picked up inspiration from many cultures, and they quickly fell in love with it. The grace of ballet, the passion of samba and the excitement of hip-hop gave Oran not only the ability to express the swirling emotions that they do not understand but give them a lot of chances at trying new things. Something incredibly important to the young one that struggled staying on task. Marksmanship was primarily taught by Nick, the team's hunter. A master with a bow as well as tracking. While they where arguably the coldest member of the family, a father of few words he preferred action. Which is why he preferred to take our hero on live missions. Not against grimm of course, but animals. Nick thought there was no better way to learn to fight against live targets, nor a way to show the impact that wielding a weapon has on the world. By the time they where about thirteen, bringing home lunch became not only their chores but one of the most practical forms of training.

However, the one person Oran found themselves spending the most time training with is probably Oliver, the team leader. This role of course was part of the reason Oran always came back to him for guidance, but it was more than that. Oliver was far from the classic stoic leader. He was expressive and vocal, easily excited and saddened. He was the kind of parent that laughed as well as cried with Oran, he was the one they related most to. So when Oliver began training the young huntress to be, they took to it with great intensity. Though, try as they might once time came to teach how to fight, their focus failed them. While they gained so many great insights from their respective parents when it was time to put it together they struggled. Whether the parents meant to, they seemed to pull Oran in too many directions. It was not until they finally settled on a weapon that something clicked in Oran.

Nick primarily used a bow that when necessary formed into a whip, Aurelia with her incredible dexterity preferred chakrams that when thrown correctly returned to her, but she preferred to be up close and personal. Rita wielded a large hammer that could form into a hail fire of bullets with it's minigun. While the leader brandished a large scythe. When it was time to choose a weapon for Oran to wield it was safe to say they where torn. So, they decided to pick something from everyone. A weapon who could bring all the things they where taught together as one. They could not follow their parents styles, they needed their own style, just had to borrow some inspiration.

Oran again sparred with their father Oliver. By far the best fighter of the team, he never held back against Oran, in fact they'd never been able to land a hit. This time however they where equipped with Zephyr. At first their attacks where basic. The same things Oliver himself taught them, but when he went to counterattack he was met not with his own technique, but one of his partners. Suddenly the tone shifted and it felt much more like fighting Aurelia, fast and agile, almost floaty. It was Oliver's turn to struggle to land a hit. He had fought her many times however so he knew how to counter, let them come to him. However he was not expecting to feel the force of Rita to send him flying. Before he could recover a hail of Nick's arrows barreled towards him. He dodged some but one managed to chip into his aura, then suddenly Oran was again on him. This time again with the same moves from the beginning, but different somehow. They had finally stopped fighting like their parents, and started fighting like them. Oliver for the first time yielded to his kid. He and the rest of the team knew, it was time Oran went to school.

#Personality Since a young age Oran has experienced intense emotions, be it happy or sad the one thing that could be stated is they felt hard. For a while they struggled with this, their mood sometimes as fickle as the wind they could not help but feel tossed about by them much like a leaf in a tornado. However, while some may find that a little scary for Oran it was their norm, and they love it. Go with the flow has become their natural state. Living in the present as ever changing as it is. They have found a love for life and a taste for adventure they hope to nurture at Beacon. Due to their secluded upbringing they had very little chances to make friends. Outside their parents there was not many people to interact with. This has lead to them being a little nervous around new people, despite them being excited to make friends the shyness is there. However once a friend is made they should expect a friend for life. If there was anything they learned from their parents it would be the importance of the bonds we make. At their core though they are a passionate and earnest soul. Always open to new experiences and excited to drink all life has to offer

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