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Basic info
Name: Hyght Briggs
Age: 19
Birthday: April 9th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 180
Face Claim: I have been unable to find out who drew him.
Stats
STR:2
DEF:3
RES:3
SPT:4
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Researcher
Likes:
Hyght enjoys to bake and cook, the smell of freshly baked bread and other fine foods he has prepared brings him joy. He also likes to cook for large groups of people. Working in his family's bakery. Hyght is a fan of books, many different types but mostly those that talk about weapon designs and theories on the application of Dust.
Dislikes:
Fighting.
Wasteful actions people do.
Overly rude people.
Neglected weaponry
Poor quality Dust.
Ruined food.
Fears:
The Grimm
Losing his family
Dying
Watching someone die.
Overall Personality: Many of those whom know the young man feel he's far too soft or gentle. They remark that he has no aggressive bone in his body. "He's all bread dough and kindness" an old friend had said. Hyght Briggs isn't someone that you would normally look at and think "tough" let alone "Hunter".
However, this didn't stop him from seeking out the Academy. Hyght is a very caring person, wishing no harm unto people. He is aware of how naive that is but he has defended his feelings without wavering. Briggs is the youngest and has grown up with the safety blanket of his older sister and brother. He has been bullied a small amount in his youth for his chubby body and more pacifistic views. Prefering to attempt to talk a problem out than fight he has been subject to many instances where one of his siblings would step in to defend him.
Hyght is an advid reader of many different types of genres, his favorites being theoretical applications of Dust and the construction and maintenance of Hunter weapons. Despite his pacifistic views, his love of weaponry and Dust has never faltered since he was young.
Having never been in a sparring match, much less actual combat, Hyght does not know how he would react. Though he theorizes that he wouldn't be that good. Despite this, he feels the want and need to help defend those in need. To protect the people from the nightmarish horrors of the Grimm that he too fears.
Hyght grew up in a village populated by a sizable congregation of Faunus so he came to know many and while the prejudice was still there, it was a bit more subverted than in other areas. He sees the issues between the Faunus and Humans as an unneeded and venomous blight on society.
When stressed Hyght tends to eat. If he is able he will cook or bake to give himself something familiar for his mind to focus on. It helps him relax and eases the tension and stress. As he isn't much of a fighter the thought of combat situations made him rightfully nervous and tend to stress him out. Aside from baking and cooking, Hyght is also a tinkerer. He takes what he reads and tries to put it to application. An example being weapon crafting, the young Briggs has spent many years of his life reading and gathering and experimenting with different ideas and has made a few items that he found to be useful in the defense of self. Dust, while not exceedingly difficult to acquire, is a skill he is less proficient at.
Hyght's issues with social situations are few and far between, having been known to be a talker it could be deemed as a strong suit of his. While not a political expert, he feels he knows when to speak up and when to remain silent. Facetious remarks are rather common in his speech. While sarcastic remarks are a bit less so.
Humor is also something Hyght lives for. He loves jokes and sometimes makes them in tense situations to break the tension. Family is important to the young Briggs, as he's always been around his blood and close friends he sometimes takes them for granted. Yet, since his departure for the Academy he has realized how much he relied on them.
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Violet
Semblance: Healing Hyght's semblance is What's yours is mine. What's yours is mine is a healing semblance that requires Hyght to touch the area of the body that was injured. When activated Hyght relieves the pain of the injured and transfers the pain and injury into himself. The transferred wound is only on his person for a matter of seconds before it is entirely healed, thus he takes no damage. When transferred Hyght's healing aura goes to work repairing what damage he has received. This also works with the lingering effects of poison, possibly lessening the effect on the inflicted.
This semblance has yet to be discovered by Hyght.
Item 1: A simple short sword; the sword is three feet in length and made from a common ore, the cross guard is a rough black color with a hilt of dark brown leather just wide enough for Hyght's hand.
Item 2: A shield: a circular pierce of metal of two feet in both radius and diameter, used for physical protection. Dust related attacks may be far more effective against it. Weak to Ice and Polarity.
Notes: Neither object have any significantly special properties.
History and Sample
- History:
- Hyght Briggs, born third in his family and raised in a peaceful village some miles away from Syne. The village was called Gritaven and was home to a few hundred people, humans and faunus alike. Hyght grew up helping in his family's bakery and assisting some of their regulars and family friends with little odd jobs they might need assistance with. He had always been a bit on the heavy side in comparison to his brother and sister, taking more after their father than their mother. His size never really bothered him much, it was something he was comfortable with.
In Hyght's early prepubescence he met his first Huntress, a bow wielder named Marissa. Captivated by her unique weapon he spoke to her. They spoke for a long while about the weapon and how it worked. Little did Hyght know he had gained something close to an obsession that day. For the following years he would pick up books on the weaponry of Hunters and Huntresses. The many tomes he read offered him vast amounts of knowledge in the way of weapon crafting and the application of Dust. These two subjects would fill his head along side his joy of cooking.
Hyght found a balance in his studies on weaponry, Dust, schooling, and working in the bakery. Being the youngest meant he tended to get coddled and do as he pleased more often than not. While he never noticed the special treatment his siblings had. After a small talk he realized he was being unfair to them and agreed to help out more in the bakery while still making time to tinker with his weaponry ideas. He would make small items, nothing overtly harmful outside of a small cut or a jammed finger. He lacked the resources to make the larger pieces he dreamed of.
In hie mid teens Hyght had finished his high school years early and worked full time in the bakery. One night when closing up he heard a commotion outside, he stopped and listened but the commotion ceased and he heard nothing else. Writing it off as a small animal getting into the trash he finished his chores, cleaned, and went home. The following morning the village came to discover that a family had been attacked and killed by a Grimm, many speculated a Beowulf. Hyght, having been told stories of the Grimm since he was a babe, felt cold fear slide down his spin like glacial water. That afternoon, despite all his sense and knowledge of his weak stomach he went and looked upon the murder scene. It took only moments before tears welled at his eyes and the contents of his stomach made a quick evacuation. The images of that scene had stayed with him since.
A few years more passed and Hyght, now on the precipice of his young adult years, heard of someone looking for recruits for the Academy that had be constructed in the mountains of the Finnek Forest. Hyght mulled the idea over in his head, he knew he had no combat experience and had little to offer the Hunters and Huntresses but no matter how much he tried to talk himself out of going he kept remembering the scene of the dead family. By the time he decided, the recruiter had already left the village. Hyght left a note for his family, gathered up all the Lien he had, and set out for supplies. Once in hand he struck out on the same path as the recruiter.
Hyght came across the recruiter in the next town a day later and pleaded with him to let him join. Hesitant, due to Hyght's admitted virgin combatant skills, he denied him. Hyght felt crushed but he did not accept the recruiter's decision and tried two more times in another two towns before the man finally accepted him and led him, and the others he had recruited, to Syne Academy.
- RP Sample:
- "Please! I want to become a Hunter!" Pleaded Hyght, his voice raised as the wind whipped and whirled around them sending his short dark brown hair about as if in celebration. His dark eyes sat behind half moon glasses. This was his third time approaching the recruiter for Syne Academy. The recruiter, a short, blocky framed man with a rough, craggy face glowered up at him his bright blue eyes were hard and unforgiving.
"Spirits, child." He breathed after a long tense silence, "Do you have a death wish? This isn't a game or something you do because it sounds co-"
"I'm aware of that!" Hyght interrupted with a slice of his arm through empty air. "But I can't just sit around and do nothing when others are fighting and...and dying." The young man's voice cracked for a moment. His eyes welled but no tears fell, despite the thick pools. The blocky man looked him over as he continued. "There are innocent people that are being slaughtered and from everything I've heard, we need Hunters." Hyght's tone smoothed into an edge. "I want to be a Hunter."
The recruiter was quiet for a long time, leaving only the sound of the gusting winds howling through the surrounding trees. Hyght thought he saw the corner of the blocky recruiter's mouth twitch for a moment but it was when he blinked it was gone. The recruiter then grunted and shook his head. "No." He said with a tone of finality. "You aren't what we're looking for." Without another word he turned to leave. Hyght felt his heart plunge into his stomach and bile raise in his throat.
"I'll keep coming." He said quietly, his throat tight with anger. The blocky man stopped and hmmed as he looked over his shoulder at the young man. "I said I'll keep coming." He repeated, a fire in his tone now. "I'm not going to stop until you accept me! I'll follow you to every village until you either lead me to Syne or you accept me!" Hyght didn't know when he had begun screaming or when the blocky man had moved but a moment later the short man had his heavily scared fist wrapped in Hyght's cloak and was pulling him down to eye level.
The young man was startled but steeled the surprise and sudden fear he felt and glared at the man. "I want to be a Hunter."
The recruiter didn't respond for a moment, his piercing blue eyes instead scanned and searched Hyght's face and ended locking eyes with him. "Aye. So you've said." He growled, his lips spreading into a wolfish grin. "And you're willing to die for all these innocent people?" He asked, the words ringing with an ominously cold sound.
It was Hyght's turn to be silent. He had always feared the idea of him dying. He wasn't afraid to admit that dying was a fear of his. He made no excuses for that fear but for some reason he hadn't asked himself that question before now. Would he be willing to die, to lay his life on the line, for people he never met and probably never would? His uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "There was a family that died in my village." He said slowly, forcing the words from his mouth through clenched teeth. "They died because we had no one to protect us." The imagery of the family's ruined corpses stabbed at his mind and his stomach surged in revulsion. "I can still smell the blood. See what was left of their faces. I knew them...knew them in a way no one should ever know another person." Hyght's voice broke and the tears finally fell.
The blocky man remained silent, his grin was gone, replaced by a neutral mask. Hyght's vision blurred but he looked into the piercing eyes of the recruiter and said "I never want another person to have to go through that. Ever." The recruiter's eye brows rose and he nodded a moment later, he recognized the look in the young man's eyes, and pulled Hyght down into an embrace.
"It's okay, boy." He said roughly. "It's not your fault." His tone was soft and compassionate. "It's not your fault." He repeated the words like a mantra till Hyght was on his knees sobbing and blubbering into the short man's shoulder. The recruiter didn't try to stop him as the dark sky above began to crack, sending small droplets of water to wash over the wolrd below. The craggy faced hunter felt the muscles in Hyght's shoulder tense and straighten as he seemed to gain control over himself again. The recruiter gave him a gentle pat on the back and stepped back. "Alright." He with with a cough into his fist. "If you're gonna be a Hunter you're gonna have to come to terms with the fact that you can't save everyone. That's the world is unfair and uncaring in that regard. It's just a fact of life. Are you sure you're prepared to deal with that harsh truth?"
Hyght wiped at his eyes with his sleeve and nodded, straightening his spine.
"Good. Then come on, kid. We got a long walk ahead of us." He said turning and pulling his hood over his head.
"My name is Hyght." He protested gently. "What' do I call you?"
The recruiter answered without looking back. "You can call me Mason."
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