Takahiro Shigekuni Tsukio (Finished!)

Upgrade VibeEdge MMH-8250 proV.6 Revolution:

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The VibeEdge is a hand crafted semi automatic sniper rifle able to launch a total of four shots of dust per use. Although the weapon is able to pack a punch the weapon has a cooldown time of 5 minutes. In this waiting period the user may choose to revert the weapon in its primary form, A guitar axe.

Transformation: Starting out in its guitar axe form and holding the weapon on its side the neck would then fold under itself, revealing a small internal, extendable rod. Once extending the rod the user then must direct his hands to the body of the guitar and fold both the top and lower body to the left side of the whole weapon. The pick rest located at the top of the guitar has a detachable scope that can be removed and attached to the top sniper rifle.

Weapon Background: The VibeEdge MMH-8250 proV.6 Revolution has been inspired by both the models of the sniper rifle, Barrett M82 and the electric guitar(That I've always wanted x.x), ESP MH-50. As for the version number, it took 6 drawings to successfully create a functional weapon that had a sense of fluent transformations. The rest of the name was just added to create an overly difficult name. As for now the weapon is still undergoing advancements due to the fact that its still unable to illuminate dust as an energy coating for the guitar axe part, thus creating an energy blade.

Takahiro was born into the world under the Tsukio family name. At times the boy would question his existence having been caught up in the world's discrimination for his kind. Instead of having a collection of innocent memories of his past the boy would be forced to sacrifice those moments for memories a bit on a darker scale. The kind that would wake someone up in a cold sweat after experiencing a nightmare only to realize as soon as they walked out their front door they'd relive all their nightmares. And this is how he'd live his life in his primary stages of life, otherwise known as the most critical stages.

On a bit direct scale, Takahiro was born a single child. To society, his family was viewed as just some other low class group of faunus scum but within the eyes of another faunus, the Tsukio family was a noted mid class family recognized for their organizational skills of a series of protests and their locations. At a young age, Taka's father implemented the faith into  his child that time was getting better for their people and that they were always a day away from equality. And so, the boy grew up with this belief, standing in the frontlines of every protest hand and hand with his brethren wearing nothing but his pride as his trusted armor of defense. And for the longest time he actually thought times were getting better.

Taka was nine years old when he experienced his first riot outbreak. He was quickly separated from his family but he didnt care. The naive fool stood his ground trying to convince his people that there was no need to run for equality was near with just a few more pleads for peace. The boy stood preaching his beliefs waving his flag high and proud until he was silence by a rock to the forehead. The force was enough to knock him off his feet where he looked around emotionlessly. For the first time in his life his eyes were opened. This was the world, the real world and there was no way of changing it. His father would soon come running,  screeching his name until he luckily caught a glimpse of his blonde hair and tucked him into his arms as he tackled his way through the crowd all the way home.

That night Takahiro lost what was left of his innocence. No longer would he take part in his family's protest planning sessions, No longer would he entertain his fathers unrealistic ambitions, and no longer would he believe in that better tomorrow for it was futile. For every sunrise a nightfall is destined to follow. He'd then live on as if he were an expressionless doll. He believed in nothing nor anyone, instead he simply did as he was told without a seconds notice to think about it.

He then would serve in a few more protest until his father had too saw eye to eye with his child but it didnt completely stop his plans. Takahiro's father would then attempt a new angle of persuing their people's freedom. He was convinced if he could get his son into Beacon Academy it could potentially be a great chance of his people gaining equality.  Perhaps an uproar or hype of one particular faunus could be enough to create a controversial arguement. This thought served as another example of proof that his father wasnt completely aware of what was going on, there had been noted faunus students within the academy already but he didnt argue, he did as he was told.

At the age of ten he set out for a specific academy located outside of Vale where he spent his next six years training. After completing his studies, majoring in dust and hand to hand combat he would then be ordered to remain where he was and attend Syne Academy instead. And so, he did what he was told.

Takahiro Shigekuni Tsukio step forward." Ordered the mighty voice of the academy's lead instructor. Takahiro did as he was told, stepping a foot farther than the rest of the schools top ranked students. He acknowledged the intent look of his masters face by returning the same dynamic stare. They both had come along way. The six years Takahiro had been apart of the academy his mentor had went from an inexperienced instructor to the academy's head intellectual mind and Takahiro would follow closely behind.

Yousei Fugikari Enaka, Step forward." His Instructor would follow up. A tall, thin, teenage boy who appeared to be nearer to adulthood than majority of their class stepped forward. His pale skin glistened in the sunlight, giving the boy that fantasy vampire appeal. His notably extra long eyelashes and hair would give most people the false assumption that he was the farthest thing from being "Straight". But like his Takahiro, he had earned his recognition for being able to  back up his talk. The only thing that really separated these two prodigals was their independent ambitions.

"Jhuune Bee..." Takahiro heard his Instructor signal, alerting both fighters to face one another in a sign of respect. "Fighting stance!" The same voice demanded in a bit more up beat done. As ordered, the two boys did what they were told. They then would stand their exchanging a series of intimidating looks, knowing that if they could just manage to set their opponent off their guard then the match would fall in their own favor.

The next moments would soon  turn faint in the eyes of Takahiro. He had been so caught up in the moment that his mind hadn't actually caught up in what was really going on. He had been momentarily paranoid only to realize he had apparently missed the signal to begin. Yousei seemed to notice Takahiro had lost his focus and used his range and power to his advantage.

Takahiro threw up a frantic block only to be reminded of his opponent's nickname, Yousei  the Barrier Demolisher. Takahiro was sent flying to the border of the training mat where he was luckily able to but his body to a complete halt in the position of a single handed hand stand. It didnt take long for Yousei to make his way to Takahiro launching a merciless supply of bullet like punches and kicks. Takahiro quickly spun his body in a wild like manner, using his own speed to kick Yousei away from him.

In gaining a break of Yousei's tiresome assault he then flipped himself back on to his feet and launched himself blindly into the sky having no intention of harming Yousei at the moment. He needed time to form a plan and Yousei refused to as allow him to have that time. Yousei would soon join Takahiro in the sky and re introduce him to the word, gravity, as a axe kicked him to the arena floor. Takahiro quickly rolled out of the way anticipating a devastating knee thrust. It was just like Yousei to want to completely handicap his opponents. Taka knew his situation wasnt looking  good at all. He could only endure so many attacks from Yousei before his body would fail him. He was smaller than him and in reality, way more fragile.

Takahiro glanced at his examining instructor who didnt give him a sign of emotion of any sort. Takahiro then realized that just more than his own pride was on the line. He was representing his Instructor as well. He could not lose. Yousei came on cue, running behind Takahiro until he was literally neck and neck with Takahiro. In that moment it seemed like the victor had been decided but Takahiro had finally been able to say otherwise. All the lessons he had learned at the academy had poured inside of himself and had been demonstrated through his combat skills.

Takahiro used his speed once more to his advance to fumble to the ground where he quickly swayed his feet in a circular motion, giving the false impression he was break dancing, sending Yousei flying to the other side of the mat. Yousei, realizing that Takahiro was focused, tried  to hop back on his feet fast only to find Takahiro's foot inches from his face.

It was Takahiro's turn to pass some licks. The small boy would then deliver the so called barrier demolisher into the sky by a foot uppercut to the chin. Yousei squinted in pain to pear down at the little boy who staired intently back at him and with a blink he was gone. Yousei looked up to the only place the boy could be, only to be greeted with a finishing blood gashing kick to the nose.

All he could do was crawl in a worm like motion. The ref would then state Yousei unable to battle and title Takahiro the winner of the match. Takahiro then peered up to his mentor who still refused to show him any sign of emotion. He didnt too much care though, the only thought on his mind was he won. He had finally proved himself as the schools strongest warrior. And he embraced every minute of the Glory.

The other warriors surrounded him, praising him for the great match he had. The fallen Yousei couldnt bear it. That  was his spotlight, his moment and now some other kid was hogging the glory. He then found the strength to lung himself upward and through himself carelessly with a hidden dagger in hand.

Takahiro smiled in anticipation. "OH, YOU WANT MORE?" He teased reaching for the reverted weapon on his back. But before anyone was able to draw anything the academy staff got involved, restraining both of the boy's from withdrawing their weapons. Soon, the boys would be joined by the head instructor who would without word order the staff to free him. Obeying their higher authority's commands they let go of Takahiro allowing him to walk with his master.

Finally after a long awkward moment of silence, His master stopped him at the front of the school. "When you came unto me for the first time you were a humble little faunus in search of the abilities of a skilled warrior in order to aid your people but now that you've gotten what you've wanted the cockiness has gone to your head." He spoke coldly. "You told me you wanted to prove you wasnt just some stereotypical animal but your actions says otherwise..."  He further disciplined his student. That very day, Takahiro had been banished from the academy. He was still granted his full warriors license but the cost it took to get it would prove to haunt him for the rest of his life.