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Basic info
Name: Racter Qualia
Age: 18
Birthday: June 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 lbs
Face Claim: (Rather terribly) self drawn
Stats
STR:3
AGT:3 (+2 with Semblance active)
SPD:2
SPT:4
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Gadgeteer
Likes:
- Laughing and making people laugh
- Computer Science
- Amateur Cryptology
- Apples
- Softly stroking Faunus ears and the like
Dislikes:
- The overly sensitive
- Actual, Overt Racists (making fun of them, on the other hand)
- Egregious lack of technological knowledge
- Ruining fancy clothing
- Waiting
Fears:
- People finding out her own secrets, and using it against her
- Running out of ideas
- Being killed in a short amount of time
- Scritchmus collapsing inwardly while she's in it
Overall Personality:
Racter is a blunt sort, either not caring or unaware of what she says or how she comes across as. If she doesn't like (or likes anything), get ready for her opinion on it if you're planning on listening. She's also very verbose almost all of the time and likes to ramble and jokingly exaggerate. Racter's political correctness is lacking. While she understands that there are lines that shouldn't be crossed, she has a very wide tolerance of most things and isn't easily offended. She often assumes everyone else has the same tolerance of racist jokes and the like. Combine this with the dramatic flair Racter has along with a lack of an indoor voice and get occasional alienation or hate.
Surprisingly, she isn't the stereotypical blabbermouth drama woman. While she likes seeing drama, it's more about laughing at everyone involved and quickly moving on. Racter tends not to spread malicious gossip unless if led to believe it is true. Her judgement isn't prefect, though...And she loves finding out about secrets and commenting on them, she will not spread secrets if it is clear that it is a secret.
Curiosity is natural to her, especially when technology and to a lesser extent a juicy secret are involved. She's often considered dismantling her scroll and other pieces of school technology and reprogramming them, to the point where she may do it at one point. For now, sending weird or occasionally downright indescribable images once in a while is the most she'll do.
Racter isn't fond of others being too curious about her, which is quite hypocritical due to her own tendencies. If questions get too deep, she deflects them or tries to with long winded queries of her own.
Abilities
Aura type: Recovery (+5 Aura/post)
Aura Color: #c72c10
Semblance: Heightened Awareness- Racter processes information much faster, overclocking her brain a bit. Of course, it drains aura and is slightly disorienting after usage. Increases reflexes, as it is a Buff semblance. (10 aura/per post)
Item 1: Rating 1 Weapon +10 damage
Scritchmus- Back mounted turrets connected to an exoskeleton that extend from Racter's left and right. They rapidly shoot small circular sawblades, and can fold up when not in use. Is activated by vocal commands, and is capable of using dust to power some shots.
Item 2: (5) vials of Rating 1 Wind Dust +5 damage
History and Sample
- History:
- Racter was born the eldest in the family with three siblings. Their parents, while well-meaning, believed in withholding affection while keeping the criticism well at hand would be a great motivation for their children. The three siblings were more divided than united as they fought for a word of praise. It went rather far, sometimes to the point of framing each other for things. While each sibling did manage to do great things, all of them were oddly bitter to some degree. The Qualias were mostly bound together by name and knew little of each other. With the exceptions of the parents, everyone sought out outside company whenever possible.
Racter was fond of plays and stories, especially in preteen years. Browsing through pages and pages of them increased her vocabulary at a young age. She was fond of the strange sounding words, and why didn't anyone else say more of these words because they sounded positively yet intriguingly delightful to the ear? Acting, especially in a posh accent became a hobby which started out from simply doing it to get laughs from her friends.
Her interest in mechanics and computer science stemmed from seeing a group of Hunters in town with their weapons, slaughtering a wayward Beowulf. Previously, she'd thought Hunters just used standard-issue weapons all around. But these transforming things were just plain awesome. And if she got to make these when she grew older... Racter's friends were also in awe, and it wasn't long before the little group of 9 year olds all declared that being a Hunter was something for them.
And here she was another 9 years later, away from the apartment in Bellmuse City where she grew up. After ages of practice and a minor internship with a local tech business, Racter was at Syne Academy.
- RP Sample:
This was aggravating. This was annoying. This was, as an old writer from Mistral who was long dead, stated to be "absolute, undeniable hellishness only matched by the savagery of a Grimm." Perhaps that quote was too much and just overkill for a simple situation such as running a lap around Syne Academy. Plus, that quote was something from the time of the Great War. Tyrannical regimes of upstuffed despots are hardly on par with a situation regarding wearing oneself down to a heap of burning muscle.
And this particular situation is self-inflicted.
Racter's legs, back, and everything were flaring up in protest. The exoskeleton mounted buzzsaw turret weapon enveloping her upper torso was not helping at all. The contraption's weight, manageable under most circumstances was dragging down on her. But slowly, the girl jogged on. Her expression was dark and looked as if she would quit and storm off slowly into a corner and never do another bout of running again. Her legs simply continued going and going.
A lap around Syne whenever she could spare the time was not done out of enjoyment. Though sometimes it felt good when the wind blew into her face or at the end when she had finished her goal, Racter was running due to a necessity. While she had designed and constructed Scritchmus to hopefully be light as possible while still being durable, wearing metal was not easy. The woman was also slower physically than most of her colleagues even without her weapon.
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