Enrollment Form
Basic info
Name: Claus Percival Lytton
Age: 21
Birthday: April First
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2
Weight: 145 lbs
Shizuo Heiwajima (DRRR)
Stats
STR:5
DEF:3
RES:2
SPT:2
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Warriors
Likes: Laying about, eating good, good company, occasionally a cold one after a long day, cats, Faunus girls, a good scrap, a job well done, cooking.
Dislikes: people acting like they know better, Grimm, people going out of their way to make other people miserable
Fears: Dying alone, the responsibility of adulthood, That one day he might mess up bad and it costing him dearly.
Overall Personality: Claus Lytton is an easygoing sort of fellow who loves a good challenge no matter the field, though he excels in combat and combat related situations first and foremost, though he did learn some information on some of the basics from his family, Huntsmen and huntresses all.
He enjoys to laze about on his free time and tends to skip on studying. However, either by sheer luck or prior knowledge, he doesn't fare too poorly in classes.
He is hard to forgive people, but still believes in second chances, and never strays from a hand in friendship.
Claus tends to prefer fighting out of confrontations, though he will at least attempt to peacefully resolve a conflict at least once. However, he has nearly zero concept of a fair fight and does any and everything to get an advantage whenever possible.
Additionally, Claus takes great pride in his cooking ability, and does what he can to make sure he's the one cooking for his friends.
He also has a preference for Faunus girls for their exotic looks.
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Sky blue
Semblance: Bites The Dust: Touched objects while active can explode at will. Things marked for explosion glow with Claus's aura, and the more aura he pumps into an object, the bigger the explosion. Has a maximum range of 10m before an object cannot be detonated any longer and the aura charge on the object is lost. Additionally, Claus must have a line of sight on a charged object to detonate it.
Item 1: Shotgun (Sour Deal): a pump action, twelve gauge shotgun that can fire both slugs and shells. Passed down the Lytton line for two generations so far. It's in a level of disrepair however and is far from its first forged state. The broken remains of its switching mechanism and alternate form are rusted and shattered.
Its singular barrel flips up for stowing.
Item 2:Physical armor (Ogreweave) : a reinforced set of battle uniforms made for absorbing blows with extra padding on the elbows, shoulders, and on the knees.
History and Sample
- History:
- Claus hails from Vacuo via his father, Christoph, and his Vale-born mother, Lin Lee. He grew up in a kindly family and town, listening to his father's stories of Reginald Lytton (Christoph's father) and his own adventures as Huntsmen.
Claus himself became Enthralled by these stories from a young age and strived to become the cool and strong hunters he had heard about, eventually setting his sights on Syne academy.
His mother - cautious and worried at first - told him of the stories of her mother, and handed him her old weapon, ruined in the encounter that cost the woman her life, under promise that he'd follow his dreams and make her and the family proud of him as a Huntsman.
With the gun in hand, he was shipped off to Syne academy to follow his lifelong dream, even though that dream had dulled with age.
However, before he enrolled and even before he had been accepted, Claus honed his own personal fighting style, developing his semblance along the way.
His rather destructive ability's manifestation caused him to take his rather unique and dirty style of fighting back to the basics, relearning everything around the fact that he could now do such a supernaturally destructive feat.
Granted, this odd semblance first appeared by blowing the sides out of a small shack where he had gotten into a fight protecting a childhood friend of his.
Claus gained a preference for Faunus girls rather young himself, when his first crush ground his heart under her heel, leaving him to think how cruel and heartless people could be, only to be coddled out of the teenage heartbreak by a feline Faunus girl, who taught the adolescent Claus about issues of the heart versus the mind, as well as to believe more in himself as he always had at least one person believing in him.
The young woman moved away not long after, but she and Claus have been sending letters back and forth since.
- RP Sample:
Well, shit. Claus thought to himself, the bear Faunus hoisting him up by the scruff of the shirt.
He had been at this bar for the better portion of the night drinking himself cross eyed due to a particularly rough day, and midway through his third drink a perky looking bunnygirl came in looking upset. He had offered her a seat and a drink, asking what had happened that her mascara was smeared like it was when her problem, the boyfriend, had walked in.
Scruffy and gruff looking despite the cute as a button ears on his head, he had lifted the man off the floor with ease and said something rather off color about the blonde's mother.
While Claus himself would normally have a retort, he didn't exactly want to have his neck broken tonight, so he did something he found rather naturally at this point despite only discovering his power not too long ago.
A hand slipped into his coat pocket and gripped a singular shell of the folded and stowed weapon on his back, and a soft glow surrounded the man. Judging by the feel of the round it was the kind of shot he wanted, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it into the air.
"Say cheese!" the human said, turning his head and closing his eyes tight. Right as the shell fell at eye level with the male Faunus, the glowing manganese loaded shotgun round ignited, creating a brilliant flash and a loud bang, directly in the eyes of the hulking beastman, reflexively causing him to reach and cover his own peepers.
...and dropping the rather unhappy huntsman in training, who grabbed another object from his pocket- this time being a small phial, his last shot of some rusty red Dust used for similar pyrotechnics displays- and charged it with his semblance, the dust inside glowing a pale gold, before he uncorked it, poured in in a semicircle at the feet of the bear, and walked away, out the front door as everyone was still confused and/or blinded.
When he let the small bits of dust blow, they popped and sounded remarkably like gunfire, which was exactly what he carried the expensive little low grade phials for.
Unfortunately he'd have to find another joint to hang at now, but at least he got a number out of it.
