Topaz Monroe (Needs Approval)

Born to Yolk and Svaltur Monroe, Topaz was the younger brother to Variscite -- better known as Varis -- Monroe. The two were close, but had quite different views on life. Varis, favored by his father, was quiet and intelligent, and worked hard but 'played' little. Topaz, on the other hand, was favored by his eccentric and extraverted mother, whom he resembled quite closely. His father, Svaltur, was and still is a Huntsmen of high caliber who, being the inheritor of the Monroe lineage, as is tradition, chose the eldest child -- Varis -- to take on the legacy of the name.
Topaz was infuriated, but had to accept it, and begrudgingly congratulated his elder by eight years. To compensate, however, he began training harder than ever, and developed a rather balanced style of fighting which used the range of his weapon to his major advantage. His weapon, Sip o’ Hemlock, was developed with help from his father and mother alike, who both supported his passion for what he wished to pursue. His father, however, was quite hard on him, as his cynical outlook – brought into being through years of fighting as a Huntsmen – dictated Topaz needed to be pushed to his very limit in order to survive.
Due to this, Topaz has several healed scars that were inflicted upon him in the practical training pushed by his father. Yolk, though she opposed this, helped in direct training as well – though, it was more on the side of Aura, Semblance, and generally useful things for the battlefield. This included application of bandages, pep talks, and so on, as she believed Topaz had the potential to become a leader with his outgoing and confident personality. Svaltur doubted this, somewhat, if due to his son’s knack for trouble and causing it for himself and others.
It was during this practical training that, due to the observance of several other Huntsmen, Topaz earned the nickname, ‘The Giggling One’. It was mostly in part to one of them not knowing the young man’s name, but it surely stuck, and word spread slowly of a rising Huntsman who literally laughs in the face of death. Unbeknownst to them, the giggling is a nervous tick which his mother shares. Now grown enough to do so, he has applied to and is currently waiting to be accepted into Syne Academy.

Topaz was simply... bored. Oh, for Grimm's sake, he hated being bored! Rising from the place he'd planted himself to wait for the others -- he always got ahead somehow -- he would turn to face the tree he had previously been leaning against. Without even a word, a grin split the chasm that revealed the dozens of canines which littered his maw, and a hand shot out to grasp at the insect which was simply minding its own business. It squirmed in his grasp, but at no avail! Its minuscule strength was nothing compared to Topaz's massive body! Well, massive when compared to the poor little beetle...
Topaz chuckled quietly, whispering to the thing as though it could understand, "Don'tcha worry there, little ffffriend... I ain't gonna hurt ya!" He would then proceed to place the invertebrate atop his cranium, and look back to the tree. With that terrifying grin still tearing his face open, he would quickly cling to it and begin climbing, as the insect clung to his head for dear life. Topaz would ascend the tree within a few moments and place the beetle on a branch, at which point it would scurry away. Reclining once more against the bark, within the shade and leaves, the hyena sighed and closed his eyes. "Where in Remnant are they?"