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Basic info
Name: Annushka Luna
Age: 19
Birthday: April 10th
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (Deer)
Height: 5’8
Weight:(A lady never tells) 161
Face Claim: (Drawn by me) Blonde deer tail and ears.
Stats
STR:4
DEF:2
RES:1
SPT:5
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Major:Medical
Likes:
Fashion- Who does not like fashion…weird people.
Boys- Salty morsels…
Pretty Girls- I mean everyone is a little curious…
Trashy Romance Novels- Everyone has a guilty pleasure
Social Media- Stay connected…all the time…like all the time.
Phones- How can one live without a phone?
Pastels- Life is pastel colored like literally. Why it is more people do not wear pastels?
Dislikes:
The Pious- Eeeww religion there is no afterlife
The Timid- They are invisible
Mouth Breathers (People who breathe primarily through the mouth)- They breathe loudly and it sounds gross.
Racists- Faunus RIGHTS!!!!!!!
People More Fabulous than Her- No one can be more fabulous never.
People with bad breath- Eeeww bad breath is a no no
The Color Grey- Its just bland.
Body Hair- Eeeww Hary people.
Bad Hair Cuts- Its like the worse think that can happen to you.
The Smell of Rain on Pavement- It smells terrible people who enjoy this are just strange.
Tuesdays- It’s the worse day of the week.
Bad Tail Days- Tail hair is just a bitch to style
Coffee Flavored Candies- Eeeww just disgusting.
Broken Head Phones- When one head phone breaks and other is fine is just such a waste to throw them out.
Being Cold- No one likes to be cold.
Being Hot- Eeeww sweating
Lion Faunus- Pouncing...enough said.
The Taste of Tap- Tap water is gross…it’s the age of bottle water folks.
Fears:
Thanatophobia: Nushka fears her own mortality, and what comes next. She is fearful and melancholy when the topic of her possible death comes up. Her distress is ramped up to an 11 when the prospect of her own death is possible. Believing there is nothing in the hereafter her worst fear is violent death.
Rejection: Nushka fears rejection as a social butterfly one of her worst fears is simply being looked upon and seen as revolting
Loneliness: Nushka Fears being alone, and not have others to appreciate her. She is often in need of consistent coddling to keep her “Carefree” persona up. Without people to scratch that itch for reassurance it becomes difficult for her to continue to just exhume her positive aura
Overall Personality:
NuNu is bubbly, sweet, and soft. Her spirit animal is cotton candy. The young woman’s day to day is about pleasure, and what would be the most pleasurable to her at any given time. With a vapid smile she is prone to narcissistic rants, and anecdotes at any moment and often without warning. If politely asking “how are you” or “how was your day”, she pounces on these foolish questions and attacks with tedious and tiresome vapid thoughts and stories. Waving her arms, and exaggerating her mannerisms are often large and over the top. Even her facial expressions are slightly cartoonish, for her grin can often be wide and toothy stretching from ear to ear. She is loud colorful and often times vulgar. Under most circumstances the young woman can be prompted to discuss in detail her sex life or lack-there-of in a dry spell. With very little filter between her mouth and her thoughts outburst are common. Though she thrives in social settings she appears to lack higher level empathetic skills. Social cues in a lot of instances are lost upon her. In her everyday life she is almost always viewed with the same vacant empty, slightly spaced out smile. She has a need to be acknowledged world exists as a gigantic finger for which starch her itch for attention. As a person Nushka proffers everything to come to her easy, she can be quite a lazy person when it does not come to her physical beauty. Procrastination is a must, for why do something today if you can do tomorrow. She is always slowly paced right until her deadline. Once her deadline is but mere hours as always quickly picks up the pace rushing, and stumbling moving at a fevered pitch. Because she can be very shallow it’s often difficult for her to form more meaningful long term relationships, both romantically and platonically. Romantic partners often quickly tire of her silly childish games, and platonic friends remove themselves from the torrent of conversations about her life. Towards other women she appears catty and snide most times with backhanded complements designed to inflate her sense of self-worth. To men she is more often than not flippant and cheeky in childish attempts to gain their attention.
It is only when she is hunting that her true genius come to the forefront. Like her younger sister she is quite gifted. She is a field medic with the stomach to do what it takes to save a life. Annushka can be calm and cool if not somewhat unreasonably cheerful when faced with tons blood and viscera. As child of clan Luna she is use to viewing the broken bones and bloodied body torn asunder by the hunt, and because she is of clan Luna she knows the ability of the human body to mend. Angelic Chorus, her semblance allows anyone to just like a Luna. Taking with mentality with her when healing she just simply assume people are tougher and harder to kill than most people assume and she will help other see that.` It when she is healing that her empathy and genuine emotion come to the forefront. In that place between life and death it’s impossible to be plastic, impossible to hide the joy she feels when keeping other shackled to this mortal coil. Her pride in her medical know how is evident for she will brag about it if given any chance. She is boastful, but when all the make-up, the clothing, the silly games, and the cattiness are torn away it is clear this is her most important attribute her aptitude for healing.
After what happened to her parents and extended family Clan Luna is looking quite thin in the ranks. This fact has caused Annushka to become fiercely protective of Angie. Despite being bubbly and slightly childish she knows that she and Angie are all the two of them have now. To threaten Angie is to threaten their whole family. Being of a hunter Clan Annushka is versed in what it takes to defend one’s self and her allies. Though she is hesitant to kill, because it goes against everything her semblance represents she would be willing if it were for Angie. If she has to protect Angie she does her best Angie impersonation. She steels herself tries to be clod hearted, and ruthless. She is however an emotional being she fails miserably, and instead flies in to red hot rage burning bright and hot. This cannot last she cannot burn for long for she is quick to return to her normal pleasantly pink self.
Abilities
Aura type: Recovery
Aura Color: Pale Gold
Semblance:
Angelic Chorus/Cherubs Reprisal (Healing/Utility/Mundane): Luna Semblances are often two fold, most times Luna’s receive a physical buff and the ability to regenerate vitality. Annushka and Angelina are the exception with Angelina being far off from the norm with an ability to chill opponents. Annushka like the majority of her family possesses a recovery Semblance, but for her it is not simply a healing factor, and she also does not gain a physical buff like their father did. Annushka Semblance is one of healing and of bliss. Annushka’s semblance is quite the spectacle to behold. First and foremost it creates a loud and persistent drum beat coupled with electronicish dance music. This effect draws very little to no power from Annushka and it much to her near infinite satisfaction allows others to hear the music she dances to in battle…or she can do this to drown out people attempting to talk to her…or just do it while some one is sleeping. The music is just that, music it offers only her theme song which she loves. It offers no tactical advantage besides sick dance music. Second this semblance allows her to summon halos of Golden light this light fills others around her with a warm fuzzy feeling. When a halo lands atop her head or the head of an ally the halo provides them with physical recovery, and healing. As her healing and dancing goes on as she begins to run low on aura her body give s a subtle cue the music picks up in tempo and she begins to visibly vibrate signaling it is clear she must stop soon. In addition to her ability to heal others around her, her semblance as a slightly offensive application. In an attempt to end fights without a ton of violence she can dismiss the healing halos and summon the four golden orbs of sleep. Each orb hones in upon the target attempting to strike them, and cause them to falling to a deep sleep. This allows Annushka to end a fight without having to seriously harm anyone if it can be helped.
Item 1:
- Weapon:
Ophanim’s Grace: Annushka’s main weapon is dance. Her erratic movements provide her both a mobile stanch defense, and a powerful offense. Her secondary weapon is Ophanims Grace, the weapon in truth is a oversized Chakram even if she chooses not to use it as such. This circular blade is designed so that it can comfortably spin around the human body. The inside of the ring is rounded so that it may be spun around abdomen, to create momentum. The power of her clan is made manifest in the weapons they choose. The more unorthodox a weapon the more likely the Luna is likely to attempt to master it. The Balde is composed of two rings The inner ring which is dull on the inside so it can be safely used and grabbed, and the outer ring which has the blade on the outside. The outer ring is designed to spin independent of the weapon itself. This allows the weapon to become more saw like. The Outer ring has three wing like extension which can hook other blades and allow her to safely gain more control over the opponents claw or blade. The three extensions are crafted to look like a swan lifting a single wing. The inner ring of the blade is made to appear like stained glass with many wonderful and vibrant colors. The inner ring because it spins independently of the outer ring appears to be intended to confuse or daze because of the sheer volume of colors moving quickly. The hula hoop like blade once grappled can be made lock the outer ring and inner ring in place. Dust can be inserted into the weapon like most hunter weapons. Dust in its powered form must be carefully poured into the swans and stored for later. Currently only three types of dust can be stored in the blade at once
Item 2: Dust Wind
History and Sample
- History:
Annushka and Angelina Luna were born to a rather infamous Faunus Hunter family turned white fang terrorist. They did not have all the money in the world but they were known to be artisinal in their family craft the mastery of Dust, Aura and sometimes unorthodox weapons. Every Man, Woman, and child member of the clan down to the grandparents were Trained hunters and huntresses. And for Angelina and Annushka it was expected that they would follow in their family’s clearly defined path. The Family was known to have very similar semblances with only minor variation. Each member of the family had a healing factor passed down from generation to generation of Luna Clan; this unique skill allows the members of the Clan to stay spry and hunt far past what would be considered their prime. This gave them some renown, for it was an ability which gave them some value among hunters. Also as a part of their Semblance they were also given some form of damage reduction. These skills allowed The Luna family to fall effortlessly into their craft for to not hunt would be a waste of the gift granted to them. It was tradition to have two children and without fail they would have a single Male and a single female. Annunshka and her sister Angelina broke tradition by being a set of twin sisters. Angelina was born with colorless skin and white hair, she was sign of things to come, an ominous omen for their family, and she would Harrold the end of an age.
Annushka, in her previous school for hunters when she was and still is a party animal difficult to control and tolerate for long periods of time. In class she was disruptive talkative, and just generally a nuisance. She like her parents was nimble graceful and even effective at their craft for biology had sculpted The Luna to be as though they were wind itself. But to get her motivated was a task was a project in itself. Unlike the rest of her family she was not gifted with any form of pain resistance or damage reduction and her healing factor had not shown any signs of kicking in even into her teen years. It was common for children in their family to have the healing semblance activate in voluntarily before puberty. She acted out, to reject her families history and calling, by choosing music pop culture and her cellphone over the hunt. She was truly obstinate. Her sister on the other hand became what her parents need a good little hunter, and a truly capable hunter in training. Her Semblance manifested just on time and she was quite shrewd, Intelligent, and cunning on top of that. Truly she was a gift so to speak for the curse they had received. Annushka was not truly a fighter at least not at heart, and so her semblance manifested while caring for others. Peaceful Faunus protest interrupted by the white fang brought forth the power of her Semblance dubbed the Angelic Chorus. This Semblance allowed her to care for the injured and help the wounded. Her Semblance had been one of peaceful healing and mercy all along. This new power fueled a new desire in the young woman she would become a medic. She would be the first medic in Clan Luna
Upon hearing of her sisters acceptance to Syne Academy she quickly made the decision to transfer. It was at that time Clan Luna was outed for being White Fang collaborators. Annushka had always known their clan had simply been White Fang since the inception. Her father had even met the previous leader and shaken that man’s hand…It was a story he told over and over again. Angelina during this time was participating in “The Grand Duel” a tournament that her school holds for the seniors that are going to the hunters/huntresses academies to solidify who top dog at the school is. It was a barbaric ritual which Annushka had stayed out of, because it was simply verifying what some though about Faunus already. But she would support her sister and deliver the news of the fate of their clan with a heavy heart she and only she watched her sister progress from round to round alone. The whole time holding back torrents of rage and sorrow. This was Angelina’s moment she should have unsullied if possible. The humans had launched another blow against them…but this time the sorrow hit much more close to home. Hearing about protest being suppressed violently and stores not serving Faunus was just so far away until now. And now Angelina would have to know the way of the world. They had been shielded for quite some time by an insulated community. The war had now come home. Angelina was devastated by the news, but with Annushka her now only family was there to support and keep her from the jaws of despair.Her sister would to pull through She had too. They were now all of the clan. The words, “It is only a stumble. Just don’t fall”, would guide them on their journey. The venison youth had her sister commit this saying to heart for it was their mothers.
Annushka would keep her sometimes callous sister on the up and up. Their family’s disgrace would not hold them down. Angelina would become one of the greatest huntresses known to man if it killed Annushka. And she would stay away from the White Fang the organization which had caused them to lose everything.
- RP Sample:
- The world still stirring was born a new bathed in sherbet life giving glow. As the almost effervescent sun crept over the horizon the silent death of the night was cut short with the sing of birds. Tangerine light seeped through the blinds, filling the small room pale pink with beams of crisp light which cut through the air abruptly. Lines of light slowly crawled across the wall and into her bed. Her blonde frizz stood illuminated the young apricot phosphorescence. As effulgent light met her still sleep crusted eyes, she rolled over and slammed the powder pink pillow on her head. Fighting the new day she tossed and turned every time a shimmer of light met her tit for tat. Shooting up the flaxen manned doe grimaced in the new day’s radiance. She hated this part of the day the most. Awakening always teetered precariously on the metaphorical edge of what one must do, and what one wishes to do. And what she wished do to today lost out to what she had to do. Stumbling and tumbling out of her higher than average hot pink bed, the hay haired youth pulled and drug herself into a bathroom inconveniently placed miles away on the other side of the room. “What had I done to deserved this..Who had I slighted?” though the young woman aloud. Kicking the door ajar she would now force beauty from the muk, like the lotus from the murky pond.
Once inside the porcelain like pristine walls of her bathroom she relented to the fact that she was awake and it was time to get ready. Sweeping yellow hair from her crimson gaze she let the sight of her refection fill her view. “Uhg that’s rough, but I’d still hit dat” she said with a half smirk. Opening the cabinet She shoveled out all the cosmetics. With a quick rinse of the visage time was right to begin. Lifting her arms she tied the golden glorious thick thatch back and out of her face. Fiercely she rubbed primer all around her face, setting the base for future beauty. Foundation came next filling in imperfection, and making like new what seem tired just a few seconds ago. Concealer applied just below the eyes to make them the dark under eye rings vanish and cause her gaze to glimmer. Reaching again sink she twisted off the top to a tube and quickly whipped a brush from the tube which contained it. With a few quick strokes she filled in her eye brows giving them a sharp and distinct arched look. Flowing like water briskly, but softly from one motion to the next she splashed above her eyes a bit of color pale pink eyeliner would do the job. Unsheathing two brushes at once she duel wielded them in a dance which would bring her great winsomeness. Hands working a furious storm around her face she contorted applied blush and achieved pulchritude. Untying her hair she fluffed it a tad hit it with hair spray and then let it go. Her features were soft and crafted with care. With lashed which screamed elegance and big pouty lips which simply whispered allure, she was now ready. The world lay before her bare and ready to be embraced lovingly. Upon leaving the bathroom to her right stood…her roommate. The woman besides her though naturally pretty tended to lean more toward the plain side due to her aversion to makeup. How could anyone not take steps to accentuate their beauty if given the chance? Her stare dead and her voice like nails to a chalk board she shrieked” are you kidding me?”
It was noon when the bathroom door, she had been up since dawn, and still was beyond a shadow of a doubt late. Grabbing a clean skirt and a top off the floor both a shade of pastel pink, she darted about like a wicked dust devil knock things over both hers and her roommates. The transfer to Syne Academy to make sure she could follow the brat would have to g without a hitch. Throwing her clothes into a suitcase and ignoring the bed spread she rushed to make up for lost time. Hastily her belongs were packed into five bags with one clenched tightly in her teeth, she began the process of moving out. Kicking open her window she threw caution to the wind. The furious whirlwind made a point to toss her rounded blade over her shoulder and she shouted ”Selene Better to know love and to lose it then to never have known of me at all!!!” The sound of profanities was muffled by the bathroom door, but it was very clear her opinion of Annushka Luna. Taking a capsule of dust out of her ringed weapon she propelled herself forward and out from the window. Tossing a pinch of dust back created a great surge of furious wind. This propelled her even further from her dorm room and also caused papers clothes and other loose item to be swept from her room. The great gale had also whipped into her room and ruined it even further. With a smile on her face and song in her heart the furious dancer flew through the mid-day air. Her golden lock whipping in the wind she seemed almost like a bird free from the oppression of the earth bellow. In the moments like this she was free.
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