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Basic info
Name: Chakide Malk (Cha-kid)
Age: 21
Birthday: May 1
Gender: Male
Race: Weasel Faunus (No tell tale signs of being a Faunus)
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180
Face Claim: Jackson Hyde(DC's Aqualad)
Stats
STR:4
DEF:2(+1)
RES:3
SPT:3
Aura 200|100 HP
Personality
Group: Undecided
Likes:
Art
Music
Meditation
Sparring
Puzzles
Exercise
Testing himself in various ways
Science
Travel
Dislikes:
The White Fang
Letting his rage take him
Getting drunk
Fears:
Disappointing the memory of his Father
The near perfect recall of the night his town burned
The faces of those he killed
Overall Personality: Chakide is capable of much as most people are. He loves strongly, fights ferociously, plans tactfully, and hates without equal. The young weasel faunus is fueled by his rage and the pain of his past. He is seen as a human despite his Faunus blood and though he wants to be accepted by the Faunus people, he rarely lets anyone know of his blood. The memory of his father is extremely precious and dear to him, it wouldn't be out of character for him to lash out at someone for speaking ill of his father.
Although Chakide is fueled by rage, his intention to help people is noble and genuine. They do, however, take a back seat to his own desires. Part of him knows of this fault but he had yet to do anything to correct it. Chakide holds life to be important, he believes that people have a choice to make constantly in life. He finds those that make the bad calls and enjoy the pain they cause to be despicable creatures, worse than the Grimm. Pain isn't something you should enjoy placing on people. It should be a necessity and nothing more.
In combat, Chakide uses his sheathed sword a vast majority of the time, only drawing it when he feels he should. This can be for survival's sake or for efficiency. He has no singular reason to draw it. The gauntlet he wears is his only true source of protection, save for his Semblance, opting to use the gauntlet like a shield when able. He fights without mercy or remorse and uses whatever tactics he can to win.
Having been in Atlas Academy since the year following the death of his father, Chakide has no issues with authority, often taking the words of his Professors as an order to be obeyed. While there have been times he had understood the order but chose to neglect it. This has not often been done.
Abilities
Aura type: Defense
Aura Color: Sand brown
Semblance: Utility Malk's Semblance is refered to as Reinforcement and for good reason as he is able to spend some of his Aura to strengthen any inorganic object he touches. Depending on how much Aura he spends determines how much stronger that object becomes. It is possible Malk can make a pencil strong enough to stop a professionally sharpened blade being swung by someone of above average strength. However, for all the reinforcement his Semblance can do it only works if he is touching the object with his bare skin. Due to this, Malk doesn't wear traditional armor, preferring the mobility and comfort of his normal clothes.
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- Item 1: Kutetea- a gauntlet that Malk wears on his left hand. Kutatea has no special properties, such as Dust ports of generators. The metal Kutatea is made from is ordinary steel used it everyday, mundane, weaponry. The Intricate designs along the metal were never explained to Malk before the previous owner died. Kutetea, when dormant, takes on the form of a simple bangle on Chakide's left wrist. It becomes active when kinetic energy is transferred into it. The activation process encases his hand in the metal pieces, overlaying the finger less leather glove he wears on that hand. The gauntlet also provides resistance to Dust attacks.
Item 2: A simple long sword. With his semblance, Malk never needed more than a decent blade to pair with Kutatea. Though simple in it's construction and design, this sword has helped defeat more enemies than Malk would care to count.
History and Sample
- History:
- There was a saying Malk had been told when he was young. "All it takes is one bad day to change you" a statement he didn't truly understand until the day his home was targeted by a White Fang assault.
Malk lived in a town that specialized in mining Dust. Many of those in his town worked for the Schnee Company in one form or another. Malk himself even did work for them along side his family. His father was a weasel faunus and his mother was human. His father had only slight signs of his Faunus heritage, so with Malk's mother being human, it wasn't a surprise when their son was born with almost no signs of his Faunus genes. Malk still had better night vision than a human, however it wasn't the same as a pure blood Faunus'.
Chakide's childhood was unimpressive and it wasn't until his fourteenth year that his life began to change for the worse. During that year there was a mine collapse and his father was caught in the mine. It took four days and many hours of almost nonstop work to clear the rubble and get the survivors out. It was during this event that Chakide's Semblance surfaced. Immense relief washed over the family when Malk's father was alive. Unfortunately he had lost part of his left leg and his right hand needed amputation. He nearly died of infection but had one of the other survivors not been a Huntress that knew how to treat the injuries, Malk would have lost his father.
The Huntress had been essentially adopted into the family from that day forward. Her name was Charlotte Cartwright and she told them stories of her adventures and that she was fascinated in Dust, its application, its procurement, and what mysteries it was said to hold. Since the legend was that man came from Dust she was, in a way, looking into the roots of the creation of man. This altered the way he looked at what they did, he never thought of it in such an interesting way.
Some time later, Charlotte had to leave on an emergency and she parted, leaving many stories of Huntsmen and Huntresses and the good they do for the world. Stirring from an extremely vivid dream one night, Chakide woke to find tongues of flames lapping at the buildings of his town as if the hounds of hell had desired to devour his home. After he and his family scurried from their untouched home, they ran for a safe place. Unfortunately his father had been too slow and someone of the White Fang either didn't notice he was a Faunus or didn't care. A series of three crossbow bolts of Dust protruded from his body and his Father's body was cocooned in fire and wind. The embers were as bright as the sun and burned the imagery and sounds of his screams into his mind.
Chakide and his mother turned to run but were saved at the last moment by Charlotte as she intercepted the same cocktail of bolts and dispatched the White Fang member with ease before whisking them off to safety. Once safe, Charlotte went back and tried to save as many as she could. By the time the attack was over and the town was lost twenty-three people had been saved. Charlotte helped guide the survivors from their ruined homes to the nearest city to rest and so she could properly inform the authorities of what had happened.
Chakide didn't recall most of the trip, what of it he did remember were full of tears and cries of rage and fear. It took a couple days to reach the capital of Atlas and get a temporary place to stay. This place soon became their new home. Charlotte did as she said she would and spent time with the family but being a Huntress, she had other responsibilities. Chakide, no full of rage and hatred for the White Fang, despite all their words of wanting to help the Faunus, had killed numerous humans and Faunus alike. Be held no love for the group and vowed revenge.
Malk took to training and becoming stronger in his abilities, Aura, and Semblance. Over the next year and a half he had gotten himself enrolled in the Atlas academy equivalent of Signal Academy. His mother, now the owner of PTSD and Empty Nest Syndrome, spent far more time with other parents that survived the White Fang attack as they all understood what the other might be going through. Chakide made sure to write his mother and Charlotte often as they didn't worry. Charlotte had become a source of priceless information for the path he was looking to take.
Malk spent the next few years training as hard as he could and learning everything he could to eventually get revenge. However, it was when he met with the headmaster of Atlas Academy and after a small exchange of word found himself partially ashamed of himself for the answers he had given in response to the questions he had been asked. So consumed by his rage and hatred that he hadn't realized he was a danger to those around him. The headmaster pulled no punches in his review of the young man and though Chakide had potential and skills that would be useful, his attitude would only cause problems. He was given one more chance to change but that chance was a waste as Chakide's mistake during a hunt ended up in the maiming of one of his teammates.
Chakide was soon expelled form Atlas and in an effort to prove the headmaster wrong he sought out another way to get training. THe young weasel faunus opted to do his own hunts. Only his prey had expanded from just the creatures of Grimm. The White Fang had gotten a new shadow. With his appearance favoring his human mother he had no chance of fooling them into letting him join. However, he managed to find a meeting and after it was done and nearly empty, he struck. After the attack he found himself in a strange sense of clarity and felt even more guilt. Though he hated the White Fang he felt his hatred toward himself blaze even brighten. Chakide needed help and he knew who to talk to about it.
Charlotte listened to Chakide with a shocked expression on her face. She could see how he could do it but was more surprised that he had admitted to it without an sugar coating. Their conversation took the better part of an hour and in the end she gave Chakide what he needed. Charlotte had already been trying to get Chakide away from the militaristic views of Atlas. She felt that with the attack and his obsession with the White Fang he would spend his life hunting them until he was killed. The huntress wanted to save him from that path so she reached out to a contact of her's at Syne Academy. Her contact helped her get Chakide a chance to be accepted into the academy.
After Charlotte had given him the information he would need to get to Syne, he spent one final night at home before he left. He promised he would write and he would try to stay out of trouble. His mother had no idea of the horrible acts he had committed prior to his departure for Syne. Iif he had his way, she would never know.
- RP Sample:
It was close to time now. Chakide Malk, a young dark skinned weasel faunus, sat in a rented out hotel room with a pair of binoculars lifted to his eyes. He sat quietly in the room, his dark eyes focused onto the building the White Fang had commandeered as their recruitment site. It's dark auburn bricks had been marked with spray paint in various areas, each tag was a different small time gang that wanted control of the neighborhood. Three white lines that ran parallel to each other stood out the most. Chakide had noticed it two days prior and, after some investigation, discovered he hadn't yet missed the meeting.
The hotel room in which he stood was a few blocks away from the target site. He couldn't take the chance on alerting them to his presence so he used some of his money from his time in Atlas Academy to pay for the room. He was waiting for the new recruits to depart before he went to work.
Two more hours passed and the young weasel faunus departed the hotel. He shook his left wrist to send kinetic energy into his wrist band that activated the dormant gauntlet. In the time it took him to breath his leather gloved hand become encased in metal. In his right hand was a simple long sword. Its polished silver caught the beams of uncovered sconces as he moved through the hallway. He felt as if he were in an action movie, some renegade badass that would get the revenge he so righteously deserved.
Malk arrived at the scene and found that recruits were still leaving, removing their masks as they did. Oh how he wished he had perfect recall so he would be able to hunt each and every one of them down. He could feel the muscles in his jaw contracting, causing his teeth to grind. He forced himself to relax, to focus on the mission. He was after the recruiters not the dumb children they managed to recruit. Finally, he would get some vengance.
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