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Name: Bashir Rakitak
Age: 19
Birthday: 24th May
Gender: Male
Race: Rat-Faunus (Tail)
Height: 5ft4
Weight: 10st 3lbs
Face Claim: "Pan the Human Bard" by DLDigital
Stats
STR: 3
DEF: 1
RES: 3
SPT: 5 +1
Aura 80|220 HP
Personality
Group: Dusters
Likes:
Food
Grimm (In a fascination kind of way)
Finding uses for Dust (Even when something else would be easier)
Dislikes:
White Fang (They're only making them hate us more...)
Prejudice (Even to Androids)
Anyone fighting anything he considers defenceless.
Fears:
Death
Being Useless
Being Alone
Overall Personality:
Bashir is an odd case, especially for an aspiring Huntsman. While his demeanour is usually energetic, playful, and a little reckless, his admiration for the creatures known as Grimm usually dissuades people from getting too close. A lot of the time he feels powerless and is a little insecure about his abilities, and to him the creatures are symbols of power and toughness. You'd be wrong if you'd think that this in any way lessens his ability to fight them; while he would much rather send them fleeing than slay the beasts, he understands how dangerous they are and that it is necessary in order to protect others.
Those who can get past the whole Grimm thing will find an ally who is passionate, loyal, and tries to do the right thing, no matter what.
Abilities
Aura type: Spirit
Aura Color: Electric Crimson
Semblance:
Beowulf Heart (Utility): Bashir's Semblance changes the way his Aura is perceived by others. While active, Grimm perceive him to be one of their own. While this usually means that they won't attack him straight away, it's no sure defence against them.
Item 1:
Weapon: Boomerang (Wilder).
What appears to be a thick, oddly shaped knife quickly deploys into a keen-edged throwing weapon. Wilder sports three blades, and comes complete with a special glove to stop the wearer cutting themselves when throwing or catching it.
Item 2:
Tier 1 Dust (Water): 2 Vials.
History and Sample
- History:
- A native to Bellmuse, he was raised by his mother on the outskirts of the forest. As a Faunus, she was worried about the prejudices and dangers that life close to the city might have meant for her and her child. Whether rightly or wrongly, this limited Bashir's contact with others for a long time. Of course, his mother still taught him good decorum and manners, as any mother should, and saw to his education.
Around the time he was 10, his mother was killed. His house was attacked by Grimm, something they had not prepared for, as his mother used dust to try to conceal the house from them. Something had gone wrong. A Beowulf smashed through the window that morning. It wasn't alone. His mother stood defiantly in front of him, blasting them away with water, but there were too many.
Just as they were closing in on Bashir, he, in a panic, threw his hand out in an attempt to push them away. He stayed in that position for a few seconds, only daring to open his eyes once the noise had calmed down. The Beowulf was ignoring him, for the most part.
In the years to follow he used this newfound ability to great effect. He was able to live off the land, in the forest, with little fear of being attacked by Grimm. He came into contact with explorers and huntsmen of the city, out on their expeditions, eventually he started living closer to the city, like they all suggested. Living on the edge of the city, he helped out people that came to him. He collected supplies, carried messages, guided huntsmen and huntresses, anything that he thought he could help with. Eventually a letter was delivered to his house. This was odd for him, since he had no address, mail box, or a local mailman, but he read it all the same. It contained an application form for Syne, and a letter of recommendation, signed by a few of the people he'd assisted in the past. He chuckled to himself, he'd never been to the city before. "Okay." He said to himself, picking up a pen.
- RP Sample:
- "Oh come on..." The Rat sighed, "It really wasn't that bad, was it?" No reply. She was either angry, or really angry. Then again, he hadn't quite gotten the hang of this communication device, so he guessed he could have put it on mute... After a few seconds there was an annoyed sigh, and a click. "Yup..." Bashir almost chuckled, nervously, "REALLY angry..." He sat on some steps outside the Academy, a few people were giving him some funny looks... He didn't mind, he thought their clothes looked funny, too, so why would they feel differently. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a vial of Water-Aspected Dust, he'd been given these on arrival, and it was new to him...usually he'd find a chunk of dust naturally, never ground down as finely as this was. No matter, he'd let himself be distracted for too long. He took off his mask, taking a deep breath of fresh air, before standing and facing the building. "Okay...let's see if I can find this...Headmaster..."
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