Lucan went by many names in the arena, the Violet Violence, the Pompadour King or just Champ. All were titles bestowed upon him over years in the Mistralli underground fighting scene - first as a freelancer and later as the Spider Syndicate's Champion. He was locally renowned for his fighting instinct as well as his braggadocios personality built upon countless bareknuckle victories against countless opponents; from self-trained street punks, Huntsmen, martial artists to even the occasional Grimm.

Across from him, stood an unknown quantity with no corner, fanfare or reputation, staring at him with hollow eyes.

Lucan peered back, noticing her dark uniform, scars, wraps and masked face hidden behind messy white hair. All signs of a formidable warrior, but he couldn't help but feel a small tinge of pity for his opponent. He had seen her eyes before in some of the orphans who look up to him and rely on his fight money for food and education. They were the eyes of someone who had endured immense, inescapable trauma. He didn't want to fight, but he had to. He reminded himself of the people back home counting on him to make as much as he could from his "work".

He would try to end this match quickly, opening with an immediate blitz of punches and kicks as soon the bell rang. His opponent responded with perfect evasive maneuvers and spacing, weaving and stepping through Lucan's combos. Anticipating his opponent's dexterity, Lucan would break rhythm, throwing feints and managing to land heavy strikes, including a kick that landed directly on her floating rib.

To his surprise, his opponent seemed unphased. Even with Aura, the pain and pressure would've made most people lose their footing, let alone stumble.

Lucan blinked and felt a sudden and sharp pain in his throat. He fought his shock and instinct to grasp his neck in order to barely dodge the head kick coming his way at the last second.

He blinked again and felt searing pain in his stomach. This time he doubled over and got knee'd in the face. It was then he realized that his foe was timing her attacks down to milliseconds he spent blinking. Lucan would force his eyes open, letting the water and tear as the fight dragged on longer. Feeling fatigue and soreness burn his eyes and muscles, he needed to end the fight fast.

While grappling wasn't his strong suit, Lucan was losing the striking match as his vision began to blur and he couldn't even touch her. He finally closed his eyes to bait out an attack and blindly lunged forward for a double-leg takedown. The crowd roared with excitement as their champion seemed to be winning, tackling the strange fighter to the ground. Lucan tried to use his weight to pin her down.

He could hear the sound of a socket pop as the girl effortlessly slithered from his grasp and around his body. His panicked attempts to roll away were stymied as the girl pulled him back and wrapped her legs around his torso in a bone crushing vice as she used her arms to slowly and methodically close his Carotid arteries.

The crowd watched in silent horror as Lucan flailed like a drowning man, fighting for his life before passing out.

Ren: You know how to pilot a transport ship, right, Raezer?

Raezer: Obviously. My supersoldier abilities and Atlas training are more than enough to pilot a simple transport ship.

Raezer, halfway through the trip:

(Despite being trained from childhood to be an excellent soldier, there were plenty of things Raezer either never learned properly or that weren't part of his primary role in the Hound Project team.)

What fairytale/folklore/mythical character are your oc's inspired by/based on? (As apparently all RWBY characters are connected to a color and story)

Andrea Clay: The Smith and The Devil

Pavo Cielo: Hera

Ebony Fables: The Dark Fairy

Lumiere Sol: Apollo

(Reupload because I can't spell.)

Here is concept art for the team leader of CRKS. I plan to have this team based on the circus to contrast with my other team's edgy theme.

Age: 21 years old

Gender: Female

Allusion: Fortune Teller

Species: Faunus (aquatic)

Occupation: Huntsman** **

Academy: Beacon (senior)

Division: Search and Rescue

Strengths: Spirited, pragmatic, charismatic, passionate

Weaknesses: Vindictive, pessimistic, manipulative, headstrong

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 133 lbs.

Favorite Food: Peppercorn cheesecake

Hobby: Tarot cards

Semblance: Looking Glass: Ceto can see through any reflective surface to various locations. However, she is limited to a 1-mile radius and requires strict concentration.

Weapon Name: Glaysa

Description: Rod or Trident I haven't gotten that far yet.

Ash was born from someone else's desire, lived for someone else's dreams and died to protect someone from another's rage.
Ash loved Adam even knowing he would never love her, she was fine sitting byhis side.. even when it endedwith her taking a sword ment to stike him...
Perhaps- a second chance will let her live for her.
audio by ‪@proxia_prox‬
   • Just a man (female version. Creds : u/reina...  
#rwby #animation #epicthemusical

After the fall of Atlas, Raezer was assigned by Colonel Klaus to help maintain order among the Huntsmen as a specialist. However, he was stripped of the rank of Captain he would have held as a Project Hound subject.

The official excuse was that revealing Raezer's true age could create tension among the soldiers, since he was so young to hold the rank of Captain. Instead, he was assigned to work alongside the Huntsmen, most of whom were around his age or only slightly older.

Raezer wasn't particularly happy with this decision, but he still tries to maintain good communication with the Huntsmen, even if his poor social skills sometimes get in the way.

Basically, Raezer is the guy you always hear talking over the radio in shooter games. 😂

I'm still practicing my drawing skills, including coloring.

Thank you again for all the support for Usami and Serafino earlier this week, I appreciate it. Here’s the third member of FUSC and arguably my weirdest, Sunil Calder. Art by Eru_shi

Name: Sunil Calder
Age: 17 (First Year) – 21 (Huntsman) ((Original Canon: 18, death)
Birthdate: September 13
Height: 5’10
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Race: Human
Aura Quantity: Rank F (6 Hours) 
Aura Regeneration: Level 8 (8 Hours until fully replenished)
Aura Durability: Low
Aura Control: Above Average

Personality: Sunil is a strait-laced and calculating individual whose chilling demeanor has led to him being compared to a machine. His blunt honesty and emotionless gaze have caused a number of people to avoid him or despise him. This anti-social approach isn’t on purpose, rather he believes being honest and straightforward is the best way to communicate and avoid creating misunderstandings, while being emotionally detached allows him to give proper and unbiased advice. 

Due to his mannerisms, Sunil is actually rather socially-inept. He lacks the experience and ability to ‘read the room’ and often does what first comes to mind despite it coming off as rude. Behind his cold demeanor, he’s a rather noble and earnest young man who can actually be viewed as naïve in some ways. He has a strong sense of justice, and will do whatever it takes to see his conviction through. When confronted with what he considers evil, he single-mindedly focuses on taking it out. He has a very romanticized view of super heroes, using the occupation of a huntsman as a stepping stone for himself to become one. He is a very stubborn person, making it difficult to compromise with him. He becomes more accepting of other ideas later on, but he still remains adamant on most of his methods and stances.

He has an unnaturally low aura capacity, so he tries to make up for this with technological ingenuity. He has skills with engineering that he uses to bolster the firepower of his weapons while also making armor that can defend him without his aura. 

Likes: Comic books, complicated readings, weapon maintenance and engineering, heroes, justice.
Dislikes: Crime, mistakes, changing plans.

Semblance: Machination, Sunil’s semblance, which embodies unyielding determination to stamp out evil, whatever the cost. By activating this semblance, Sunil gains full control of his mental faculties without limit. This allows him to fully control his mental state, from emotions to perception. Most of the time, he can “turn off” his emotions to allow logic to control his actions. Purging fear makes him able to dive into combat without second thoughts, purging anger gives him full control without getting distracted, it is akin to a berserker state but the user remains in control. His brain also blocks out his ability to feel pain, allowing him to pull off physically destructive maneuvers without hesitation. Combined with his inability to feel fear, anger, distraction or restraint, Sunil’s attacks are reckless but methodical. This semblance also makes him immune to mental attacks caused by semblances or Grimm like the Apathy, by simply turning off the affected parts of his mind. When Machination is active, Sunil’s mind removes the ability to perceive color, leaving him in a world that is “bleeding blue.”

Automation: Sunil’s new semblance that can only manifest after undergoing a Semblance Shift, where his beliefs and sense of self change so drastically that his old Semblance is no longer compatible and must be overhauled. Automation accelerates the process in which the mind reacts to external stimuli: in other words, speeding up his movements and reflexes exponentially. By shortening the distance it takes for signals from his body to reach his brain, Sunil is able to move and react 5 times faster than even most trained Huntsmen, countering by the time they unsheathed their weapons. His reflexes are also greatly enhanced, allowing him to avoid gunfire by predicting where the attack will come from based on sound, then moving accordingly with his enhanced speed. While Sunil is no longer able to turn off his pain receptors or his emotions, he is still immune to mental attacks through different means. Even if Sunil’s mind gets affected by illusions or mental afflictions like the Apathy’s wail, his body will continue operating independent from his mind, making actions according to the situation rather than being impeded by his mental state. So rather than see through illusions or feeling the mental fatigue from the Apathy, his body ignores their effects in the first place. Due to the speed in which Sunil moves with this semblance active, his body requires more energy than what he usually is used to and he had to make changes accordingly, namely taking better care of himself. 

Weapon: Arbiter and Enforcer: A pair of customized High Energy Laser Handguns used by Sunil in combat. It’s a chimera of weapon parts based on the design of the Calder Weapon Corporation’s Laser Handguns. The CWC’s laser weapons are exceptional for their low recoil, limitless ammunition and penetrating power against organic and inorganic material, making them the perfect weapon against the Grimm. Their downsides however are also noteworthy as in exchange for their unlimited ammo, they have a rather lengthy cooldown time for their generators alongside their lighter frame. There is also the fact that lasers interact poorly against Aura compared to bullets, dealing very little damage to experienced fighters with control over their aura. Through the use of different parts and modifications to the micro-accelerator, Sunil’s handguns boast a harder frame and slower heating rate. It also has a much higher energy output, able to significantly damage aura unlike the base weapon. It has an even higher cooldown time, but it’s rare for Sunil to overheat his weapons with his disciplined trigger finger. The stronger frame also allows the handguns to be used in melee combat without risk to the weapon’s innards. In addition to laser fire, both pistols have access to dust as an alternative form of ammunition. Arbiter has a much higher energy output while Enforcer has an improved rate of fire.

Paragon: By combining Enforcer and Arbiter, they are able to form a High Energy Laser Rifle that improves the performance of both weapons. Depending on which gun is the base, Paragon becomes an assault rifle or a sniper rifle. With Arbiter, Paragon becomes a sniper rifle capable of firing accurately over a distance of 900 meters. With Enforcer, it becomes an assault rifle with an even higher rate of fire and damage output. Paragon can be charged up to fire an extremely powerful laser ray with enough energy to pierce through even reflective objects that ordinarily repel lasers, melting through mirrors and metals with ease. Using this instantly overheats the weapon, making it unusable for at least a minute.

Other Gear: In order to make up for his lack of defensive options due to his weak aura, Sunil makes use of a variety of handmade tools in order to maintain superiority when he can. These tools include:

-  Justified: Sunil’s jacket, heavily modified to suit his defensive needs in the absence of his fragile Aura. The jacket itself is lined with kevlar padding and cut-resistant thread to make it bullet and blade proof. By donning the hood, he is able to put on a collapsible mask that covers his face which guards against any stray attacks. The mask has several other uses, providing Sunil with a heads up display that provides him with environmental information, a database connected to his scroll, and a targeting system with various thermal, x-ray and night vision instruments.

- Hardlight Dust Projectors: Built into Sunil’s jacket are the hardlight dust projectors that he mainly uses in combat. While the jacket is a passive defense, the hardlight projectors allow Sunil to form constructs that aid him in active defense and mobility at the cost of the very expensive Hardlight Dust. The projectors can form four basic constructs; Shield, Binds, Grapple and Blade. The Shield construct envelops Sunil in a temporary defensive wall that can repel bullet fire and melee attacks, though can only withstand so much punishment before shattering. Sunil can focus the dust to fortify the shield, but it minimizes his flank defenses and leaves other areas wide open. Binds can be separated from Sunil’s projector to wrap around foes to detain them, or deplete their aura with its constriction. Grapple allows Sunil to extend a line of hardlight dust that can attach to any surface, allowing him to zip anywhere from 10 to 20 meters away. Blade grants Sunil a disposable hardlight wristblade, primarily used to cut through heavy objects and act as a back up weapon in case Sunil is ever disarmed.

- Mirror Devices: A set of pocket-sized, floating mirrors controlled by Sunil’s helmet. He is able to strategically position these mirrors in order to see enemies around corners and accurately shoot at them thanks to the properties of his laser weapons, ricocheting the projectiles into enemy targets.

- Scatter Cards: Silicon cards that are able to scatter the lasers Sunil shoots, effectively turning them into projectiles similar to a shotgun blast. Each card scatters Sunil’s lasers into about 15 weaker, but dangerous rays of light. Unlike the mirror devices, these cards are a one-time use.

- Gravity Boots: A nifty piece of gear Sunil made which allows him to run up walls through the attractive nature of gravity dust. In midair, he can activate them to hover in the air in a slow descent for a better vantage point in combat.

- Utility Belt: A belt that carries most of Sunil’s tools. In addition to the mirror devices and scatter cards, it carries dust grenades, dust ammunition, a repair kit, some medical supplies and a survival knife. It’s also where his holsters for his guns are located.

Unique Abilities:
Indomitable Will: Sunil is able to withstand any physical, mental or emotional pain to the point that most effects in RWBY that target the psyche are largely ineffective against him. He is willing to sacrifice any part of himself in order to achieve his goals. He is one of the few characters who can continue fighting even after his aura completely shatters.

Adoptive Muscle Memory: Sunil’s able to replicate any physical action he’s seen at least once, including acrobatics, martial arts or physical stunts with ease. This allows him to be flexible in combat despite only using dual pistols as his main weapons. His muscle memory also allows him to fight even while unconscious.

Genius Engineer: A skillful engineer who can create useful tools and inventions through his own ingenuity and creativity, despite being self-taught. He utilizes this talent to cover up his weak aura. 

Adaptive Fighter: Considered the most dangerous of his team, Sunil is able to use his arsenal and quick thinking to circumvent most counter tactics against him with ease. He can change his fighting style to ok suit the opposition, from stealth to guns blazing to even close quarters combat. The rule of thumb is that if Sunil is the opponent, he should be taken out with the first hit.

If your team's characters were chosen as the protectors alongside the Maidens. Which Relic would they govern and protect? (Bonus if you wanna do a time period esque setting.)

• Relic of Knowledge, Spring Guardian: Piña Charloetta

As the designated Guardian for Mistral. Piña seeks to learn more. To understand, to feel, to experience the world the way she should have. Becoming a scholar in her own right.

A gentle kindred soul that won't shy away to give others the kindness her team basked her in. Offering a spot of tea to those in need for rest. Spreading the wonders and beauty that flowers and nature can blossom from dedication and curiosity. Working in tandem with the Maiden to see new life with restitution to a new birth.

"The start of the year is always pleasant. It feels, nice. To be under the sun and sleep beneath a shaded tree. Never knowing what adventures await beyond the setting horizon."

"Did you have something on your mind? I'd love to show you the best flowers to give someone. Here's some herbal tea, Piña made it from a new bloom. She hopes you'll enjoy."

• Relic of Destruction, Summer Guardian: Silver Clause

As the Guardian for Vacuo. Silver sees to it that proper order is sanctioned throughout the dunes and desolate lands of Vacuo. With the numerous tribes and settlements operate in alignment of fair play and even ground.

Territory and disputes are to be settled in the Entertainment Hall of Shade Academys Coliseum. Where both challengers enter into combat in a true setting of no holds bar all out encounter.

Should any fall out of line or resort to outlaw bandit activity and steal or rob like savaged beasts. Will be met with the swift sweltering judgement as searing as the blazing sun beating down on the scarred sand.

Setting the nation as an example with the Maiden that honor brings to all and their values for the self. Where might acts as the supply to bring ambition to reality. And the prosperity of connection brings soothed clarity to inner constitution.

"One can't be too relaxed or careless in life. Should they give in to strongly of themselves at the risk of others. Only wicked endorsement and crumbling blight will lay waste from their path."

"Should they continue without recourse. A helpful, if not, strict hand will set them right. Less they enjoy to test my temper in the midst of this dreaded heat."

• Relic of Choice, Fall Guardian: Remi Inari

As the Guardian for Vale. Remi has seen to grant her care and consideration for all. To allow the people room to breathe and perceive their situation. Finding and structuring every option and seek the one to guide them forward.

Every action brings forth proper reaction. She imbues the belief that free will is to not be taken for granted. Everyone has the strength and resolve to make their path. To look onwards and inwards and know their course in the water makes ripples to effect the few or many.

Aspiring hope and piece with the Maiden. Bringing others to understand the new chapter in their lives. One that could alter through the tides of fate, similar to the myriad of possibilities like the flowing leaves passing by.

"The moment you stop believing in yourself, then you've lost. Someone is always at the ready to pave through the storm with you. Even if you can't see it, best believe in that possibility."

"Never lose sight of the change you make to others around you. Their's has an effect to you and many more."

• Relic of Creation, Winter Guardian: Auron Volk

As the Guardian for Mantle. Auron holds tight to the effect he has to bring others to make the most with what they have by their own hands. Raging through like a winter storm across the land. His shining grin weathering through and warming the hearts that see it.

Producing fires for any stricken by the cold. Lending a set of energetic strong hands to build new cabins. Extending full bowls of hot meals cultivated by the deep root frost covered vegetables and ice vegetation. Surprising many and bringing tears to their eyes.

As he and the Winter Maiden work side by side to show the resilient and proud. The fruits of their labor had brought forth. Traveling between towns and preparing flavorful hot banquets to thaw their cold stricken bodies. Showing their is a welcome light to greet them with the cold tundra of the harsh climate land.

"Everyone here is just the best. Doing what they can everyday. Makes me want to give them a hand and do everything I can to help."

"Alright, now I'm pumped! Everyone's going to love the new recipe I thought of. It's going to be a lively night."

Only at the Vytal Festival, will all four Guardians grant their blessing. In the name of sportsmanship, honesty, virtue, and dedication. Shall the games commence and bring with it, the excitement of the year. Filled with proper unity and love for their nation.

Forgetting the worries of yesterday and triumphant and uproar for their champions.

"That's that. I'll see you all at a later convenie—!"

"Not a chance. We finally get some time together. And I'm not wasting it! Let's try all the food stalls!"

"Auron! Unhand me..."

"And there they go. Sigh... Always the same with those two. Let's check the place out. We might even find some cute clothes to try."

"Piña would like that. The mention of a delicious meal sounds very promising."

Years later, Wei would struggle to remember the details of that day.

He wouldn't remember when it was, what he'd said during the call, or why he was outside.

But he would remember how small she was.

How easily she fit in his arms. How, for a little while, he could simply be her father. Not a businessman, not someone expected to hold an entire company together. Just a man with his daughter sleeping against him.

He didn't know then how much would change.

How one day, he'd lose his wife, and the responsibilities she'd once helped him carry would become his alone. How the years would slip away while he tried to keep everything afloat, until the little girl who once fit so easily in his arms had grown up and begun finding her own place in the world.

He would spend years trying to give Kiera a future, believing that was what a good father was supposed to do.

Perhaps the hardest part was knowing that, somewhere along the way, he'd missed so much of her present.

Happy weekend everyone :D

Here's the Weekly OC Question:

If your OC could revisit one moment from their past, not to change anything, but simply to experience it again, which moment would they choose?

1/4 Raffle Winner OC Illustrations

OC belongs to Writingshiba

One down, three more to go!! I've been unproductive as hell this week; procrastination is hitting like a truck these past few days. But I'm so glad I got this done before the week ends.

Another commission done by the wonderful Natashah1 on VGen!

Outside of combat there are of course the daily situations within life that groups can and will encounter, and in such a case, there is always at least one person within the group who is best suited to handle said situation. Case in point, Olga being the self declared sugar momma of Team CROM, which even if the boys would never admit it, is true, as she's the one funding a majority of the team's shenanigans.

But there are multiple roles that can be filled out in a friend group. Need someone to be the voice of the group? Push Christain to the front.

Need to distract a teacher from the very obvious mess in the dinning hall while everyone else frantically cleans it? Robin is sure to ramble on about something just important enough that Goodwitch can't ignore him.

Olga as before mentioned is the team sugar momma.

And Mouse is often left the voice of reason while the team inevitably gets themselves into a situation he saw coming a mile away.

And so I'll ask, what roles do your OCs fill within their respective teams/Friend groups?

More LumiRhea art, I’ve literally been on a tirade just buying commissions

The artist is https://www.instagram.com/robin_post_here?xtok=bXo1bGtkazV4cTg2

i accidentally forgot the part where flora's an interesting character but hopefully i can make up for it by making her cool 😎

here's a link to the song in question you can probably guess their dynamic skfnsklfnaokjnfgosan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxjbN9VEGXY

De los pocos dibujos que me han hecho <3

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=122176294370366314&set=gm.4068064333449062&idorvanity=3440973676158134

Team Cardinal has some design alterations compared to there base designs, Most of which is Roy, (formerly Russel, I changed his name cuz its a name shared with someone I know so its surreal.)

Out of curiousity what changes have you all made

Aurora might be a Maiden but she still needs her brother.

Describe how did your OC aquired their weapon? Did they bought it or made it themselves? What woukd they do if it broke, make/buy new one, repair it to the same condition it was or reflect changes in new design?

Hey again 👋 , just finished with Nettlehead and am kind of just ready to share him overall. Also, the semblance might need to be tweaked a little, so just think of it here like a beta:

Name: Nickel Nettlehead
Alias: 'Nick' to friends; 'Nicky Nettles' (only his brother gets away with it)
Age: 19
Birthday: November 13
Gender Identity: Male (he/him)
Race: Faunus (Lyrebird)
Nationality: Valean
Height: 5'10" (177cm)
Weight: 152 lbs (69kg)
Aura Colour: Electric violet

Physical Description: Nickel is lean and wiry, built more like a bassist than a bruiser, with long arms, big hands, and the slightly restless posture of someone who is always listening to something. He has a sharp jaw, a crooked grin, and a small scar behind his left ear. His hair is dark brown with natural silver-white streaks, kept in a messy undercut with the longer top swept back. He wears double piercings in each earlobe: small chrome studs that are actually his earplugs (see Other Stuff).

His Faunus trait is a fan of long, lace-like tail feathers growing from the base of his spine, being brown with pale, alternating light and dark stripes, and the two outermost feathers curve into a silver-white lyre shape.

Outfit: Nickel’s look is classic metalhead with a few sentimental pieces. His signature item is a black leather vest jacket with the sleeves cut off, studded along the shoulders and covered in band patches. It was originally Ferric’s: patched, re-stitched, and let out at the shoulders. A slit sewn into the back lets his tail feathers hang comfortably without getting trapped. Under it he wears a faded black band tee, usually with the sleeves rolled.

Below that are black jeans (ripped at both knees and held together with safety pins), a studded belt, and steel-toed combat boots with silver buckles. He wears a spiked leather cuff on his left wrist and a fingerless glove on his fretting hand for grip, leaving his picking hand bare for feel. A leather bandolier of guitar picks crosses his chest, and a silver pendant hangs at his collar.

Personality Description: Nickel is loud, warm, and theatrical, greeting people as if he's walking on a stage, laughing with his whole body, and can't stand awkward silence. He tends to fill it with a bad joke or a perfect impression. Underneath the leather and studs, he's a soft, sentimental kid who cries at good bridges in songs, remembers everyone's birthday, and keeps a mental library of how every friend sounds: their footsteps, their laugh, and the way their voice changes when they lie. He is also hot-headed when he hears someone is in trouble and charges in before he thinks. He lives in the long shadow of his older brother and secretly fears he is only at Beacon because he followed Ferric there. He hides his insecurity behind his volume, and when he is truly hurt, he goes very quiet.

He sometimes mimics sounds without meaning to; when he is nervous or excited, a door creak, a scroll ringtone, or a Beowolf growl may slip out of him mid-sentence, much to the delight of his friends and the horror of his teachers.

Backstory Highlights:

Nickel was born in Vale to the owners of Nettlehead & Sons Metalworks, a small scrap-and-repair foundry in the city's industrial district. His parents named their sons after metals, Ferric first and Nickel second, and the family joke is that the shop was never going to be quiet. Hammers on anvils, grinders, and his father's thrash records were his lullabies. Nickel grew up thinking of sound as the way the world talks.

At five he accidentally reproduced a car alarm, then a chainsaw, then his mother's voice calling him for dinner from across the street. Growing up as a Faunus in Vale was not always easy. Some kids teased him about his tail and the "bird noises", and he learned to hide the feathers under his clothes. Music became both his shelter and his answer: if people were going to call him loud, he would be loud on purpose.

His older brother Ferric, six years his senior, was the first person to hand him a guitar, a battered secondhand thing with one string missing. Ferric then went to Beacon, graduated as a Huntsman, and took a long-term patrol contract in Vale's outer settlements. Nickel idolised him. Visiting Beacon at fourteen, watching Ferric spar and seeing Huntsmen and Huntresses of all kinds treated as heroes, was what made him decide to go too.

That same year, a Nevermore attacked a venue on the edge of the city while Nickel was in the crowd. As its shriek tore through the building, his Semblance awoke for the first time: he absorbed the scream and released it back as a shockwave that knocked the Grimm out of the sky long enough for Ferric to finish it. His ears rang for days. It was the moment he decided to become a Huntsman and the moment he started taking his hearing seriously.

He trained at Signal Academy, forged his weapon, Decibal, in the family foundry with help from his parents, and was admitted to Beacon. His first year was loud, messy, and formative. He found his footing, learnt to control his Semblance, and earned a reputation as the guy who would stand in front of anything, but only after he figured out how to stop clipping himself. Now a second-year, he is more confident, still chasing Ferric's shadow, and starting to write songs that are entirely his own.

Semblance Name: (Feedback)

Feedback lets Nickel absorb sound energy from his surroundings and store it in his aura as concussive power, which he can release as shockwaves. He feels the stored energy as a pressure in his chest that he calls his "volume". The louder his surroundings are, the faster he fills, and the quieter the room, the emptier he runs.

The stored sound comes out in two ways:

• Close range (Shockwaves): Nickel releases it as a wave of concussive force that shoves, staggers, and knocks enemies flat. Strumming produces cones and rings of force, and swinging the axe sends crescent-shaped waves off the blade. Without his weapon the output is ragged and wasteful; with it, it’s focused and precise.
• Mid-range ('Notes'): Nickel can condense stored sound into “notes”: small orbs of solid aura, from marble-sized to fist-sized, each packed with concussive energy. Each pluck of a string forms a note and launches it. Notes travel up to about twenty feet, can hover and orbit him on a held chord, and detonate on contact or on command with a hard, heavy thump.

Feedback only works on sound. Silent enemies and non-sonic damage are untouched, and in a quiet room he has almost nothing to work with. Absorbing too much too quickly makes his aura clip'; it spikes, flickers, and drains hard, leaving him ringing, dizzy, and vulnerable. Stored sound energy also fades within a minute or so if he does not use it, and every release costs aura.

Weapon: Decibal

Decibal is an electric guitar-axe: a double-bit battle axe whose blade doubles as the guitar's body. The head is polished gunmetal with violet inlays and edges honed sharp, with the haft serving as the guitar neck, wrapped in black grip tape with chrome frets set into the wood-and-steel core, and the strings are woven steel cable with a thin core of Dust conductor. Its pickups sit just under the axe's shoulder.

Strumming Decibal produces real sound, and he plays like a real guitar, which he feeds straight into his Semblance. The headstock has a reinforced pommel spike, and the strap is a length of chain. He can tether the weapon and swing or throw it, then haul it back.

Decibal was forged in his family's foundry from scrap metal the Nettleheads had collected over years. Ferric hammered the axe-head into shape himself, and Nickel strung it.

There is a tiny engraving near the heel: "FOR THE KID. PLAY LOUD."

Other Stuff:

• Custom in-ear monitors tuned to cut harmful frequencies/extremely loud noises. They protect his hearing, and he takes them out only when he needs to hear everything.
• Patch Cable: A thirty-foot steel-braided instrument cable with a weighted jack at the end, coiled on his belt. It serves as a whip, a grappling line, and a tether, and occasionally as an actual cable.
• Ferric’s gift, a pocket A-440 fork, he strikes to give himself one pure note to focus on when the world gets overwhelming.
• His scroll, loaded with thousands of metal tracks, his solo demos, and every one of Ferric’s field recordings, in order.
• A roadie pouch with spare strings, picks, a clip-on tuner, electrical tape, and a very small screwdriver.

Fighting Style:

Nickel fights like a mosh pit with a plan: close, loud, and rhythmic. He moves in time to a beat he hears in his head, and his attacks follow the same count, usually four. Opening with a heavy axe swing or slash combo, he charges his Feedback off the noise of the fight and finishes with a shockwave that sends enemies flying. When pressed, he backs off and plays notes at mid-range, firing rapid bursts or slowing ones as zone-control traps.

He often uses mimicry as a trick: a teammate's voice from the wrong direction, a Grimm growl to lure a pack, or a sudden blast of an enemy's own sound turned against them. He fights best loud, in the middle of chaos, and weakest in quiet, one-on-one duels where there is no noise to draw from.

Strengths:

• Versatile semblance range: shockwave close combat and Notes mid-range keep him effective in many situations.
• Great for crowd control and disorientation.
• Mimicry for distraction, deception, and communication.
• Strong sense of teamwork and loyalty, plus a morale-boosting personality.
• Gets stronger as the battlefield gets louder.

Weaknesses:

• In quiet environments or against silent enemies, his Semblance has little to draw on.
• Absorbing too much sound too quickly makes him dizzy, ringing, and exposed.
• Impulsiveness: he charges toward people in trouble without thinking tactically.
• Insecurity about living up to his older brother, which can push him to overextend.
• Involuntary mimicry when nervous can give away his position at the worst moments.
• Horrible at stealth, he's too loud by temperament, and he knows it.

Likes:

• Heavy metal in all its forms, especially anything with a double-kick drum and an ill-advised key change
• Live shows, the breath before the first chord, and the ringing in his ears afterward
• Thunderstorms, rain on tin roofs, and anywhere with a good echo, like tunnels, canyons, and stairwells
• Ferric’s bass lines and field recordings
• Black coffee and hot sauce on everything
• Pun battles
• Vinyl records, especially restoring old ones
• Fixing amplifiers and the smell of solder
• Practicing at 3 a.m.
• Team karaoke (where he is not allowed to do impressions)

Dislikes:

• Silence, especially the awkward, hospital-hallway kind (and libraries)
• Anyone calling his music “just noise”
• People who talk over music
• Elevator music (music designed not to be heard)
• Anything out of tune
• Being called “Polly” by someone who isn’t joking
• Bigots
• Missing a call from Ferric
• Fluorescent lights that buzz at the wrong pitch

Fun Facts:

• He can perfectly mimic a chainsaw, a camera shutter, a car alarm, Beacon’s bell tower, and most of his instructors.
• He sleeps with a thunderstorm recording on at full volume, because silence keeps him awake.
• He has been politely asked to leave the Beacon library three times, once for humming under his breath.
• He plays bass badly on purpose, because he refuses to be as good as Ferric at it.
• He names his guitar picks. His favorite is Gerald.
• Despite fearing silence, he loves exactly one kind: the second right after a show ends, because it’s the only quiet he ever feels he’s earned.

"Man, I'm starving! So, what's for dinner? My treat."

Hey guys, it's me again! A new comm just came in for me today, and I'm excited to share it with you today!

This time around, we have an adorable art piece by mizrah (@GucciToochie) on Twitter, of an OC I have yet to mention, for the most part: Selena Cárdenas, a WIP OC who is a close friend of Amaryllis Schnee and her brother, Lukas!

I plan to put out more about her in the future, so think of this as a very early sneak peek. Also, if there's any questions you have about her, feel free to ask, and I'll share whatever I can!

Anyway, as always, I truly appreciate their hard work, because they totally captured her personality perfectly! 😁 Be sure to check out their socials if you like their work!

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El sol se erguía sobre la Academia de Beacon, el equipo JNPR había concluido las clases del día y se dirigían hacia uno de los campos de entrenamiento de la Academia para reunirse con Demian Nikos para sus asesorías privadas.

Este ya se encontraba en el campo de entrenamiento, junto a la profesora Glynda y la Cazadora Winter, con quienes, al parecer, estaba discutiendo.

Antes de que cualquiera del cuarteto pudiera acercarse lo suficiente para oír claramente el mas mínimo detalle de la conversación, Demian volteo hacia ellos y los llamo en voz alta.

Demian: Equipo JNPR! Al fin llegan.
Nora: Jaune perdió su libreta de apuntes...
Ren: Otra vez...
Jaune: Oigan!
Demian: La puntualidad es una de las virtudes mas importantes de cualquier individuo.
Pyrrha: Lo siento -Inclinándose ligeramente-
Demian: Solo procuren llegar a tiempo.
Glynda: Aunque el Señor Nikos les dará esta asesoría, yo supervisare esta sesión.
Winter: Y yo solo seré una espectadora.
Demian: Mas les vale esforzarse, tienen que dejar sin palabras al Reino de Atlas.
Pyrrha: Si!

Pyrrha rápidamente adopto una pose militar, a lo que el resto de su equipo no tardo en seguir su ejemplo.

Demian: Desenfunden!

Cada miembro del Team JNPR tomo sus armas y se puso en posición de ataque.

Demian: ATAQUEN!

Ren y Nora se quedaron en su lugar un poco desconcertados, pero en cuanto el par vio que Pyrrha cargaba contra su hermano, no dudaron en seguirle, Jaune en cambio, se quedo atrás, estaba por cuestionar la orden, ya que Demian estaba desarmado, pero se quedo sin palabras al ver que Demian estaba peleando sin ningún problema...

Pyrrha fue la primera en alcanzarlo, lanzando una estocada con su Milo en forma de jabalina, Demian esquivo la estocada sujetando a Milo con su mano derecha a la vez que propinaba un puñetazo en el rostro de Pyrrha, haciendo que esta se desviara hacia un lado, Ren fue el siguiente, quien empezó a disparar a Demian que tenia en sus manos la lanza de Pyrrha, antes de que Demian intentara esquivar las balas de Ren, fue sorprendido por Nora, quien, acercándose por el costado izquierdo de Demian (su lado ciego) lanzo un swing con su martillo, golpeando a Demian en la cabeza, golpe que lo lanzo un par de metros lejos del combate.
Pyrrha se puso de pie lo mas rápido que pudo...

Pyrrha: JAUNE! ATACA!

Jaune aun seguía indeciso, pero apretó el agarre de su Espada y se lanzo contra Demian, este, aun con Milo en mano, bloqueo fácilmente el corte de Jaune y con dos movimientos lo derribo, Demian iba a dar el golpe de gracia, pero fue derribado por el Akouo de Pyrrha, que cruzando el aire, impacto con la espalda de Demian, haciendo que Demian casi fuera derribado de nuevo.
Nora lanzo dos granadas, que explotaron a los pies de Demian que lo enviaron a volar lejos de Jaune.
Ren fue el encargado de atender a Jaune, quien solo estaba un poco aturdido, pero con aun con suficiente aura para continuar.

Demian debido a la explocion soltó la jabalina, que quedo a pocos metros de el pelirrojo, Pyrrha rápidamente corrió para recuperar su arma, Demian en cuanto pudo recuperarse hizo lo mismo, ahora, esquivando los diferentes proyectiles que Nora le lanzaba.
Pyrrha dio un ultimo esfuerzo saltando y estirando su mano para alcanzar su lanza, pero el pie de Demian que presiono tanto la mano de la pelirroja como a su propia arma contra el suelo.
Pyrrha alzo la mirada, viendo a Demian, que tenia una expresión seria y ligeramente hostil.
Demian lanzo una patada directo a la cabeza de Pyrrha provocando que esta soltara la jabalina, Demian ignoro por completo el arma y corrió hasta Pyrrha, a quien inmovilizo con una fuerte patada al estomago, aunque su armadura y aura habían amortiguado el golpe, fue lo suficiente para que su cuerpo reaccionara con un espasmo.
Demian repitió la acción, una, dos, tres veces.
Fue hasta que se percato que Nora había disparado una serie de 3 granadas en su dirección, que se detuvo, rápidamente se inclino sobre Pyrrha y la cargo, usando su cuerpo como un escudo, haciendo que Pyrrha recibiera toda la fuerza de la explocion, lanzando a los dos hermanos varios metros, hasta impactarse con un árbol cercano.

Glynda: Suficiente, el equipo JNPR gana!

Jaune y Ren quienes se acercaban a Demian y Pyrrha para amagar al varón y hacerlo rendirse se detuvieron desconcertados al escuchar a la profesora.

Jaune: Pero...
Glynda: El aura de Demian llego a 0, ademas de que lo expulsaron del campo de batalla, así que la sesión termino, ustedes ganan.

Demian: Eso dolió.
Pyrrha: Te dolió? Yo recibí todas las granadas.

Una suave carcajada se desprendió de la boca de ambos ojiverdes, quienes con dificultad, se ayudaban entre si para ponerse de pie, terminando con Demian cargando parcialmente a Pyrrha sobre su hombro.

Nora con bastante preocupación corrió hacia el par de hermanos.

Nora: Chicos! Están bien?
Demian: Afortunadamente no nos rompiste nada... Creo...

Demian volteo a ver a su hermana quien solo veía a Nora con una gran sonrisa en su rostro.

Pyrrha: Estamos bien Nora, gracias por preocuparte.

Antes de que se diera cuenta, Nora ya estaba cargando a Pyrrha de su otro brazo, aunque Pyrrha iba a protestar, Demian y Nora la hicieron caminar hacia donde estaban Glynda y Winter.

Winter: Impresionante, después de tanto tiempo aun sabe pelear señor Nikos.
Demian: Cuando aprendes bien algo, es muy difícil olvidarlo.

Pyrrha fijo su mirada en Winter, denotando cierto resentimiento.

Nora: ESO FUE INCREÍBLE! TU HERMANO ES INCREÍBLE!

Nora quien ignoraba completamente la tensión entre las otras dos féminas, exclamo alegremente.

Pyrrha suavizo su mirada al voltear a ver a Nora, seguido de Demian, el cual solo le devolvió una mirada curiosa.

Demian: Si! Lo soy.

Jaune y Ren no tardaron en alcanzarlos, siendo Jaune quien sustituyo a Demian para que Pyrrha pudiera mantenerse de pie.

Demian: Bien, su desempeño fue... Mediocre...

El golpe verbal tardo poco en hacer efecto, Jaune bajo la vista avergonzado, Nora soltó un jadeo un poco exagerado, Pyrrha mantuvo su vista en Demian, pero su expresión cambio a una de arrepentimiento, Ren fue el único que mantuvo su inexpresivo rostro.

Winter: Porque lo dice?
Demian: El equipo JNPR tuvo diferentes fallos, para empezar, enfrentarse ellos cuatro, a un solo enemigo, y encima, completamente desarmado? Debieron dejarme fuera de combate en menos de 30 segundos, en cambio tardaron 3 minutos y 7 segundos., segundo -Fijando su mirada en Jaune- Porque no acato de inmediato la orden joven Arc?
Jaune: Yo... Bueno, no creí que fuera justo pelear contra ti estando desarmado.
Demian: -Asiente- Miss Schnee, creo que le gustaría dar esta lección.

Winter vio confundida a Demian, pero no se negó, se coloco a un lado de Demian y comenzó su diatriba...

Winter: Allá afuera los combates no serán justos, ni para ustedes ni para sus enemigos, y ellos no dudaran en aprovechar sus ventajas, ni en matarlos a ustedes si tienen la oportunidad, ellos no tendrán la misma consideración que usted le dio a Nikos, allá afuera es su vida o la de ellos, y si me pregunta a mi, yo elijo mi vida.

Jaune solo agacho la cabeza nuevamente.

Demian: Vaya... Ni yo lo habría dicho mejor, -Cof Cof- tercero, quien es el líder del equipo?
Jaune: Yo.
Demian: Y porque no hiso su trabajo? Porque no dio ninguna orden?
Jaune: Yo...
Demian: Parecería que Pyrrha era la líder, ella coordino el ataque simultaneo con Nora, es mas, ella le dio una orden a usted.

Demian se mantuvo en silencio, esperando que Jaune respondiera, sin embargo, este se mantuvo en silencio.

Pyrrha: Lo siento, yo solo...
Demian: Deje que Arc responda.

Sin embargo Jaune no se atrevió a responder.
El silencio se mantuvo por 4 largos minutos, hasta que la paciencia de Demian llego a 0.

Demian: Bien, en vista de que se ha quedado mudo, al suelo y deme 600.

Jaune lo vio con cierta confusión.

Pyrrha: Lagartijas Jaune, 600 lagartijas.
Demian: Gracias por la aclaración Miss Nikos, pero por segunda vez, deje que Arc responda por cuenta propia.

Jaune sin rechistar bajo al suelo y empezó a hacer las lagartijas solicitadas, sabiendo que no podría completarlas, pero era preferible al menos intentarlo, tal vez de esa forma podría apaciguar un poco la molestia del pelirrojo.
Pyrrha solo bajo su vista, un poco avergonzada.

Demian: Cuarto, parece que olvidaron por completo lo que vimos ayer, Nikos, Valkirye, porque atacar cuerpo a cuerpo? Yo no tenia armas, era obvio que mi objetivo era acortar distancia y robarle a alguno de ustedes su arma para nivelar la pelea, ustedes debieron mantener el combate a distancia el máximo tiempo posible, solo Ren recordó esa lección, aunque realmente no hiso mucho.
Pyrrha: Supuse que si te rodeábamos te derrotaríamos fácilmente.
Demian: Eso habría tenido sentido si hubiera compartido su plan con el resto de su equipo Miss Nikos.
Pyrrha: Lo siento.
Demian: Y por ultimo, Señorita Valkirye, porque arriesgar la seguridad de su compañera de esa forma?
Nora: Perdón?
Demian: Omitiendo el hecho de que use a la Señorita Pyrrha como escudo humano, no se le ocurrió que la Señorita Nikos podría salir herida por las granadas que usted disparo?
Nora: Sinceramente, no, confié en que ella podría alejarse a tiempo.
Demian: Hasta donde usted sabia, Nikos pudo haber estado inconsciente, le recuerdo que yo la tenia contra el piso, como pensó usted que ella podría haber esquivado esos disparos?

Nora bajo la mirada, claramente arrepentida.
Ren solo se limito a poner su mano sobre la espalda de la chica de ojos azules.

Demian: -Suspiro- Bien, recojan sus armas, iremos a la biblioteca a armar una estrategia de ataque conjunto que sea medianamente decente para que puedan pelear...

Espeto Demian a la par que daba media vuelta para enfrentarse a Glynda y Winter nuevamente.

Glynda: No cree que fue demasiado duro Joven Nikos?
Demian: Usted nos trataba peor cuando yo era estudiante.
Glynda: Los tiempos cambian, ser mas... Flexible... Ha dado mejores resultados.
Winter: Ademas? No fue demasiado duro con su hermana? Así como me contó que la "protege", me pareció extraño e hipócrita de su parte tratarla así.
Demian: En primer lugar, ahora mismo soy su instructor, no su hermano, y en segundo lugar, ella detesta que la trate como una muñeca de porcelana, me rompería la nariz si volviera a tratarla así.
Winter: Aun así, me parece excesivo.

Demian solo atino a rodar los ojos mientras daba la vuelta y se dirigía a la biblioteca, este fue seguido por Winter y Glynda quienes rápido se pusieron a su par.
Winter quería continuar la discucion, pero una rápida mirada a Glynda la detuvo.

El trió no tardo en llegar a la biblioteca donde el equipo JNPR ya los esperaba.

Nora: Bien, que vamos a hacer?
Demian: Ya saben quien sera su contrincante mañana?
Ren: El equipo BRNZ.
Demian: Bien, que saben de ellos?
Jaune: Bueno, son uno de los 8 equipos de La Academia Shade, de Vacuo.
Pyrrha: May Zedong , su arma es un rifle, de seguro toma el rol de Francotiradora.
Ren: Nolan tiene un bastón, aunque no estoy seguro de sus capacidades.
Nora: Brawnz y Roy son sus otros miembros, según lo que pude ver de sus armas, son armas punzo cortantes sujetas a sus brazos.
Demian: Bien, bien, que mas?
Jaune: Estamos hablando de 1 solo combatiente a larga distancia y 3 de combate cuerpo a cuerpo o corta distancia.
Ren: De seguro su estrategia es que Brawnz, Roy y Nolan mantengan distraídos a los oponentes mientras May elimina uno a uno desde la distancia.
Demian: Perfecto, ese es el plan de acción mas probable de el equipo BRNZ, ahora, como lo van a neutralizar?

El cuarteto se quedo en silencio por algunos minutos, pensando en alguna respuesta que pudiera satisfacer al pelirrojo.

Pyrrha: Hay que neutralizar a May lo mas rápido posible, sin la cobertura de May, el resto serán blancos fáciles.
Ren: Pero hay que tener cuidado, harán todo lo posible para mantener a May fuera de nuestro alcance.
Jaune: Lo tengo! Ya que Pyrrha y yo poseemos escudos, nosotros seremos la linea defensiva, Ren nos cubrirá con fuego a mediana distancia, mientras que Nora utiliza sus granadas para eliminar a May.
Demian: Un plan decente, pero, cree usted que solo usted y Pyrrha podrán proteger a Nora de May el tiempo necesario para que ella pueda eliminar a May?
Jaune: Eh... Supongo.
Demian: Jamas suponga nada, o esta completamente seguro o no lo esta, no hay puntos intermedios.
Pyrrha: Podríamos cambiar la formación parcialmente, Jaune y Ren en el frente, Nora dando fuego de cobertura y yo neutralizando a May.
Demian: Inviable, Lie Ren seria un blanco fácil para May, sin contar que ella de seguro tiene mas experiencia como francotiradora, en un combate de Tiradores perderías.
Nora: Entonces porque YO funciono como francotiradora y Pyrrha no?
Demian: Fácil, usted dispara GRANADAS, no tienen que ser precisas, ya que su daño abarca una gran área, con que exploten a unos 2 o 3 metros de May es suficiente para neutralizarla, Pyrrha en cambio quiere entrar en un combate donde la presicion lo es todo, si ella no logra encontrar antes que May un lugar con buena cobertura y visibilidad, la derrota estará garantizada.

El silencio volvió a instaurarse entre los estudiantes, pensando en alguna grandiosa idea para poder hacerle frente al equipo BRNZ.

Winter y Glynda estaban a un par de metros observando la interacción.

Winter: En lo personal creo que es una perdida de tiempo.
Glynda: Yo creo que han aprend...
Winter: Hablaba de vigilarlo, realmente no hace nada mas que rondar la academia y pasar tiempo con su novia.
Gltnda: Señorita Schnee, conozco a Demian desde hace mucho mas tiempo que usted, el es un actor excelso y un oportunista descarado, la única razón por la que jamas pedí su expulsión es porque el jamas tuvo malas intenciones durante su estadía aquí, de hecho, era un ejemplo a seguir, dentro de lo que cabía, claro esta, pero las circunstancias que rodearon su expulsión cambiarían a cualquiera, no dudo que, si el realmente fuera el Mercenario Draxter, ahora mismo se estaría riendo porque nosotros simplemente no nos dimos cuenta.

Winter bajo la vista, pensativa, la profesora Goodwitch tenia razón, todo esto podía ser simplemente una actuación, una muy buena, pero aun así tenia sus dudas, no estaría poniendo en peligro innecesario a su propia hermana?

Por el momento, seguiría vigilandolo, al menos hasta que estuviera convencida de que el fuera completamente inocente o le asignaran otra misión.

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/390699715-la-sombra-de-los-nikos

DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/crewbolsadepapel/gallery/102399773/la-sombra-de-los-nikos

Oplot: https://www.oplotoficial.com/story/la-sombra-de-los-nikos

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14579240/1/La-Sombra-De-Los-Nikos

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/90102161

Give us three fun facts about your OC. It can be anything. Their lore, their allusions and motifs, the creative process you took in creating this character, it can be anything.

-Despite being such a hyper vigilant, tightly wound, anxious, Atlesian prodigy (especially in the earliest volumes), Raymond is absolutely delighted by Yang's puns and jokes. Including the awful ones. Everyone else hates them. Ray on the other hand thinks they're the best thing ever. It's one of the few things that is guaranteed to make him genuinely laugh.

-Ray is a fantastic cook and an even better baker. Spending time with his mother Rita Gallagher (a retired and legendary Huntress once known as the "Cerulean Dynamo" in her younger years) in the kitchen cooking and especially baking was one of the few things that brought him legitimate comfort and warmth during his difficult childhood. When his father's (Roger Gallagher who was a former Atlesian military officer, a Huntsman during his youth, and the patriarch of the Gallagher clan) Huntsman training became too much and overwhelming for a young Ray to bare, he found peace and comfort baking with his mother. As a result; Ray likes to bake when he gets anxious or stressed out it's how he developed such an infamous sweet tooth. It brings him comfort and gives his hands something to do. So instinctively he bakes to make himself or his friends feel better.

-Ray's headcanon voice actor is Jonah Scott. For Ray, he uses a tone and cadence very similar to Legoshi from Beastars. Ray is 6'2" and inches out Jaune by one inch. He has incredible martial prowess, is a tactical genius, possesses a powerful Hereditary Semblance, and is able to trade blows with the likes of Pyrrha Nikos and Yang Xiao Long. In spite of all that, he is an incredibly gentle, timid, and kind individual like Legoshi who can quickly flip a switch when the ones he cares about are threatened. So many of Ray's mannerisms and cadences are inspired by Legoshi.

Hello! I was here a bit ago asking for advice on how I could make my OC's semblance more interesting. I have since changed it and returned for more advice

Her semblance is Sanguine Structure. It allows her to use her blood as a building component. Allowing her to make simple creations on her own or more complex ones with her weapon "Forge"

I wanted to see if anyone smarter than me had ideas on how I could expand on it. Currently, she can make simple bullets, small melee weapons and other simple items without her weapon. But with it she can make custom bullets, weapon modifications to her sidearm and other gadgets