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Basic info
Name: Vance Leo Meylan
Age: 18
Birthday: December 18th
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lb
Face Claim: OC (Created with rinmaru game)
Stats
STR: 1
DEF: 4
RES: 2
SPT: 5
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Major: Dust
Likes:
People
Autumn
Good Food
Dislikes:
Grimm
Growing Too close to others
Petty Arguments
Fears:
Death by Grim
Water he can't see the bottom of
Not being able to help others
Overall Personality:
Overall, if you do not get to know Vance, he will be very standoffish, very quiet, and often have his nose in a book. From afar he definitely looks like the type of person who has no wishes to be around or have anything to do with others. On closer inspection, one would see that Vance is the type of person who accepts and cares for everyone. He will distance himself from others, worried he will hurt them emotionally should he die. He has a hard exterior, and interiorwise he is trust worthy and caring. He doesn't talk much, but he still often gets his point across. He is the type you want on your team when fighting. His fighting style is cold, calculated, and direct. He is a good friend, though often tries to keep his distance from others if communication is unecessary. When it comes to support, there couldn't be a better if they tried. He is the type to avoid most physical combat, as he isn't very strong physically, but one would come to see he can take both physical and emotional pain. When it comes to his superiors, he is respectful and often more of a rule follower than a dare devil, though he can have his moments. He enjoys nature and often finds silence to bring him peace of mind. His enemies will come to see he can be a cautious and intuitive opponent, while his friends find him an irreplaceable asset.
Abilities
Aura type: Defensive
Aura Color: White
Semblance: Vanilla Pulse - This allows Vance to heal others. He heals one person for 20 hp at the cost of 30 AP or heals multiple for 10 hp at the cost of 30 AP.
Item 1: Left clawed gauntlet - A gauntlet with long steel claws at the end. These claws are sharpened at the tip intended for piercing attacks more than anything. They are rather lightweight and come up to half way up his forearm.
Item 2: Right Clawed Gauntlet
History and Sample
- History:
- Vance was born into a low class, but happy family. He was taught to value life, and to enjoy the presence of others. School was a breeze for him and his parents quickly realized they had given birth to a near genius if he could motivate himself. That had always been his main problem growing up. To get better instead of focusing on his faults always took him a lot of effort. He would blame himself for problems between his parents, and he would strive hard to be a good person that he knew they intended him to be.
After turning ten, Vance learned about hunters and Grimm. His mother would read him wild fairy tails about beautifully terrifying creatures of the dark, and knights to protect those who could not protect themselves. These stories fascinated Vance more than anything. He wanted to become a knight just as much as he wanted to see these horrible creatures. For the next five years he would read more and more about Grimm and hunters making his decision eventually to become one. He chose to put on his mask. He would slowly withdraw himself from others, and his parents would come to realize that his intentions in doing this were because he had decided on becoming a hunter and didn't want anyone to get too close so that they wouldn't get hurt.
He was given his first weapon and began training to brawl with his father. It quickly became clear that he was not a physical fighter and so his father created gauntlets with claws attached. Blunt damage wouldn't be an option for him, but he could definitely use the blades of the claws. With his moderate brawling ability, his parents chose to send him to Syne after highschool. He still holds a relationship with them, but is careful to play it off as not to make them care too much.
- RP Sample:
The wolf Grimm let out a howl. He opened his eyes. His claws had been holding him in the wall quite some time as he awaited his pray. In the darkness of night, his red eyes gleamed almost as much as the grimm's. He pulled his gauntlets from the wall and backward he fell. The wind caused his red and white cloak to shift revealing the lightweight, highly functional, white cloth beneath. He leaned his weight back and extended arms forward. He had timed it just right, or he would've died. His glasses had fallen to the ground, pulling the grim to them. He could make out the blurry shape well enough to know this was his enemy.
As he fell, the grim looked up just in time to accept it's own fate. The metal claws tore right through the beast's soft flesh. The grim dissipated and he stood, brushing himself off. He looked, only to see two more approaching. It was about to be one of those nights. He held out both gauntlets and his claws launched. Half way to the beasts, the dust activated. A quick burst caused them to fly forward piercing straight into both of their flesh. They fell forward to the ground and he retracted the claws. "Please, no more." He let out a sigh and brushed his white bangs from his eyes. He then began to walk along the road back to home.
