Basic info
Name: Noir Tiern
Age: 22
Birthday: August 21st
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Bear)
Height: 6'5
Weight:204lbs.
Face Claim: kishiro arashi
Stats
STR:5
DEF:4
RES:1
SPT:2
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Extreamist
Likes: Sewing, Cooking, Training
Dislikes: Over-seriousness, Bigotry, Milk
Fears: Being found out (as a faunus), Loosing control of his Semblance, not being strong enough.
Overall Personality: Noir is usually good humored, and ready to party with his friends, but this version of himself is mearly a shell; a shell to cover a sorrow-filled young man full of self-doubt.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Black and white
Semblance: Damage Type, "Beast Within"; Noir never consciously activates his Semblance. instead, it activates in times of extreame stress or anger, causing his eyes to become solid red like those of a Grimm. as it continues, he sprouts claws, fangs, and a bone helmet like an Ursa. he then flies into a murderous rage, attacking anything his bestial mind perceives as a threat.
Item 1: Beauty and Beast; Weapon; a pair of black metal gauntlets that can re-form into dual, wrist-mounted machine guns. they collapse down into a pair of bracers when not in use.
Item 2: (Weapon/Armor/Dust, and describe.)
History and Sample
History: Noir's family was once quite high in the command structure of the White Fang, though they lost much of their power when they spoke out against the new, violent path they where taking. not wanting to face the hardships placed upon many Faunus, Noir decided to hide his ears, wearing a black du-rag everywhere, and enroll in a Hunter Academy.
RP Sample: Noir glanced around warily as he stepped off the airship onto the landing pad of Syne Academy. He was still a little shaky in the legs from the ride, but that wasn't going to stop him. Hefting his stuffed duffle bag onto his shoulder, he sighed, "Well... here we go..." when he turned, his train of thought was broken by the thump of him hitting someone with his bag, and that person in turn, hitting the ground. Spinning and putting his bag down, he offered a large gloved hand, "I am SO sorry! are you alright?"
Name: Noir Tiern
Age: 22
Birthday: August 21st
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus (Bear)
Height: 6'5
Weight:204lbs.
Face Claim: kishiro arashi
Stats
STR:5
DEF:4
RES:1
SPT:2
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Extreamist
Likes: Sewing, Cooking, Training
Dislikes: Over-seriousness, Bigotry, Milk
Fears: Being found out (as a faunus), Loosing control of his Semblance, not being strong enough.
Overall Personality: Noir is usually good humored, and ready to party with his friends, but this version of himself is mearly a shell; a shell to cover a sorrow-filled young man full of self-doubt.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Black and white
Semblance: Damage Type, "Beast Within"; Noir never consciously activates his Semblance. instead, it activates in times of extreame stress or anger, causing his eyes to become solid red like those of a Grimm. as it continues, he sprouts claws, fangs, and a bone helmet like an Ursa. he then flies into a murderous rage, attacking anything his bestial mind perceives as a threat.
Item 1: Beauty and Beast; Weapon; a pair of black metal gauntlets that can re-form into dual, wrist-mounted machine guns. they collapse down into a pair of bracers when not in use.
Item 2: (Weapon/Armor/Dust, and describe.)
History and Sample
History: Noir's family was once quite high in the command structure of the White Fang, though they lost much of their power when they spoke out against the new, violent path they where taking. not wanting to face the hardships placed upon many Faunus, Noir decided to hide his ears, wearing a black du-rag everywhere, and enroll in a Hunter Academy.
RP Sample: Noir glanced around warily as he stepped off the airship onto the landing pad of Syne Academy. He was still a little shaky in the legs from the ride, but that wasn't going to stop him. Hefting his stuffed duffle bag onto his shoulder, he sighed, "Well... here we go..." when he turned, his train of thought was broken by the thump of him hitting someone with his bag, and that person in turn, hitting the ground. Spinning and putting his bag down, he offered a large gloved hand, "I am SO sorry! are you alright?"
