Hope Rises (RWBY AU RP) (OOC)

[Xichung]

Name: leoric (stage name: Leo the Grimm tamer) Ein
Age:25
Gender: male
Description (height, weight, hair color, etc.):jet black hair, red eyes, pale complexion, left leg and arm are Grimm
Image (optional):
Personality:sadistic, desire for a omnicidal sense of Darwinism
Backstory (min. of two paragraphs): Leoric was born into a traveling carnival with a loving family but they were alway looked down upon as freaks and annoyances, but he never cared, he was happy. He never went to school so her studied the books his father owned and learned from them, he enjoyed Darwin the most. He met his wife who was a cat Faunus, she was an animal tamer. One day their caravan was attacked by a pack of Grimm killings a few of the caravan members and nearly killed him had his semblance not stoped the Grimm right as it was about to kill him. People watched in amazement as the Grimm backed down at his beck and call. He smiled at the power he had in his hands, he used it in his next shows. He made an outfit to protect him from Grimm just in case something bad happened. He was happy...

...But eventually all happy things end, a group of humans drank way to much and were piped up on drugs. They started causing a ruckus on the camp grounds even abusing the animals and some the Grimm that’s was there, Leoric’s wife Was first to the scene along with his father. They got into a brawl and just barely over powered Leoric’s father soon they even overpowered the Faunus and took advantage of her. Leoric soon was there and saw to his horror what was happening and he let rage get the best of him as a Grimm broke free and attacked the men before they defiled his wife. His father ended up dying due to the men having to injure him to fall. Leoric went berserk, he left the caravan and vanished, taking the Grimm and his performance clothes along with a small locket. He killed each every person that was there and found that he enjoyed it a little too much, he saw it as an ecstasy.
He began raiding villages and town all with low Grimm defense and commanded their attacks. As time went on he gained more and more power over the Grimm and more notice from hunters. He ran into a scythe wielding hunter, who slaughtered the Grimm and eventually cut off both his arms and legs. This would have been fatal had he not gain the notice of Salem, the queen of Grimm. She grafted Grimm onto his missing pieces and was her favorite, but she merely used him as a means to an end, she gained a more promising pet and soon sent him to his death. It was a nearly impossible mission but he pulled it off easily and even know it was a suicide mission. He went into hiding waiting to eventually come out and make her regret everything
Faction (Optional):
Race: human Grimm hybrid
Skills:cqc trained, blade efficiency, razor wire training, throwing knifes
Powers:Grimm controls
Equipment: throwing knife, razor wire

[Flarbinia]

Name: leoric (stage name: Leo the Grimm tamer) Ein
Age:25
Gender: male
Description (height, weight, hair color, etc.):jet black hair, red eyes, pale complexion, left leg and arm are Grimm
Image (optional):(Image)
Personality:sadistic, desire for a omnicidal sense of Darwinism
Backstory (min. of two paragraphs): Leoric was born into a traveling carnival with a loving family but they were alway looked down upon as freaks and annoyances, but he never cared, he was happy. He never went to school so her studied the books his father owned and learned from them, he enjoyed Darwin the most. He met his wife who was a cat Faunus, she was an animal tamer. One day their caravan was attacked by a pack of Grimm killings a few of the caravan members and nearly killed him had his semblance not stoped the Grimm right as it was about to kill him. People watched in amazement as the Grimm backed down at his beck and call. He smiled at the power he had in his hands, he used it in his next shows. He made an outfit to protect him from Grimm just in case something bad happened. He was happy...

...But eventually all happy things end, a group of humans drank way to much and were piped up on drugs. They started causing a ruckus on the camp grounds even abusing the animals and some the Grimm that’s was there, Leoric’s wife Was first to the scene along with his father. They got into a brawl and just barely over powered Leoric’s father soon they even overpowered the Faunus and took advantage of her. Leoric soon was there and saw to his horror what was happening and he let rage get the best of him as a Grimm broke free and attacked the men before they defiled his wife. His father ended up dying due to the men having to injure him to fall. Leoric went berserk, he left the caravan and vanished, taking the Grimm and his performance clothes along with a small locket. He killed each every person that was there and found that he enjoyed it a little too much, he saw it as an ecstasy.
He began raiding villages and town all with low Grimm defense and commanded their attacks. As time went on he gained more and more power over the Grimm and more notice from hunters. He ran into a scythe wielding hunter, who slaughtered the Grimm and eventually cut off both his arms and legs. This would have been fatal had he not gain the notice of Salem, the queen of Grimm. She grafted Grimm onto his missing pieces and was her favorite, but she merely used him as a means to an end, she gained a more promising pet and soon sent him to his death. It was a nearly impossible mission but he pulled it off easily and even know it was a suicide mission. He went into hiding waiting to eventually come out and make her regret everything
Faction (Optional):
Race: human Grimm hybrid
Skills:cqc trained, blade efficiency, razor wire training, throwing knifes
Powers:Grimm controls
Equipment: throwing knife, razor wire

Accepted

[Parcia]

Name: Artyom Krashny, "The Mountain", "The Avenger"

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Description: Standing 6'7, coming in at an even 230 lbs, with black hair and piercing emerald eyes. While not disfigured by any means, his skin is marked, scared, and all together weathered by the passage of time and foes long since vanquished.

Image: The Man. Beneath the Helm.

Personality: Humble, Weathered, Simple. Artyom is a men of rather few words, not caring to boast or gossip needlessly, years and years of life on the road have taught him otherwise. He is not arrogant in the sense that he is better then others, rather he is confident in his nary 25 years of hunting Grimm and man alike that have given him a wealth of Experience and past ventures to draw knowledge and information from. He dislikes those who harm needlessly, utterly despises those who would lock their fellow man, or Fanus, in chain and collar, and can not stand to see an Innocent person suffer at the hands of another.

Adversly, he is a pragmatist, and recognizes that he can not save everyone, and despite his armor's appearance, he can not truly live up to the stories of armored Knights, so gallant so and most courage.

Backstory (min. of two paragraphs):

Artyom can trace his bloodline back to the Great War, his grandfather, Alfred Von Krashny, having served on the personal Honor guard of the King of Mantle as it's Knight-Commander (A mostly ceremonial rank), only to be captured and later pressed in to service as a member of the Royal Guard of Vale. In his old age he retired in to a small farming community in the far north East of Mantle, adopting their customs and even later their accent and manner's of speech (Resembling a Danish/Norse with sprinklings of Slav) and learning the "Old Tongue of the North" (Latin) said to have been the language of the first settlers of that region millennia ago.

He would later go on to Have Artyom's mother who would become a Huntress, among one of the first to graduate from the newly minted Atlas academy, only to vary quickly grow dissatisfied with the military structure and morally grey nature of being a soldier of Atlas. Choosing to to walk the world of Remnant on her own, she had many exploits and adventures before meeting Arytom's father.


His father would be largely absent in his youth, as the then young man had caught the Eire of his elder grandfather so much so that he was threatened with the pain of death should he ever step foot in their village. With out a father figure, Alfred would step in and do his best to raise the boy, old age be damned. The man remained strong and able even as he neared his 80s, and so taught Arytom many of the lessons and skills needed to gain entrance in to Atlas Academy upon his 16th Birth Day. Much like his mother, he had a hard time conforming not to the Military nature, but to to the morally ambiguous nature of it all. Having Faunas heritage did not help this. In the end, it was his skills and insight that spoke for it self and despite many fights and a few injuries, he graduated in the top ten of his class.

Again walking in his mother's foot steps, he chose to walk the world as a freelance Hunter, serving more so for the glory and fame rather then the pay. In time he grew in to a dark version of him self, obsessed with money and fame until a near death experience with a vary large Nevermore cleared his mind and showed him that those things meant rather little in the grand scheme of things. Thus, the Mountain would go from a money hungry mercenary to warrior of justice, choosing to hunt down criminals and more dangerously, rouge Huntsmen. This latter carrier would earn him a rather infamous reputation, and a more dark title, "The Avenger" as he was known to be ruthless and cold in dealing with those Huntsmen and Huntresses that chose to do harm rather then good. He would serve as a member of the Iron Sentinels for a time, before moving on to help train the Militia of Mistral before again retiring to his home town to run the family farm and aid his elder mother.

He was only a farmer for little over a year before the Events of the Vytal Festival kicked off a global hellstorm of Grim and evil, and so Artyom took up arms once more to fight this growing threat.

Faction: Formerly of the Iron Sentinels, and of the Mistral Militia though he holds no active ties with either. He is a Graduate of Atlas Academy, though he does not like to share this.

Race: Human (Mixed Heritage, his sister inherited his Mother's Vulpine traits.)

Skills: Close quarters combat, Swordsmanship, Blacksmithy, and wrestling.

Powers:

1. A Will of steel - Artyom is known for having an unusually strong aura, able to shrug off repeated attacks from even heavy weapons (Provided he is armor clad) and multiple lighter attacks before faltering. This is tied to his concentration, how ever, meaning if Artyom can not focus his mind his Aura is actually weaker then most.

2. Dust Telekinesis - Used more as a passive ability then an active one, Arytom can, with some effort, manipulate Dust to his liking. While not able to throw boulder sized chunks of it with his mind, he can weave the
mentally material in to his armor and weapons, using it to strengthen his defenses or add a extra elemental effect to his blows. This too is linked to his Concentration, and a distracted Artyom will find it hard to make even a single spec move if unable to concentrate.

Equipment:
Clad in Faith, my will is steel and my conviction strong...

A suit of steel plate armor, reminiscent of the knights of old, reinforced with light weight bracing and padded with silk and leather, the armor and helmet give him superb protection at the cost of agility as it's weight prevents him from doing any crazy acrobatics. His helmet has attached to it a cloth covering, affixed by way of a striped chord secured snugly. The Helmet it self is painted a mooted black with the Family cred, a simple Black Cross, painted on to it's exterior. A simple canvas cloth covering covers both front and back of his torso plating, adorned again with the family crest. Covering from his belt line to just above his knees and a armored, leather tabbard (Similar to a Combat skirt) giving a little more protection to the thinner plates and mail covering his legs, his feet securely sitting in to a set of armored sabatons.


With unwavering will, indomitable strength, and riotous fury, my blade strikes down those who work in the dark against their fellow man in the light...Deo Volente

Named after the inscription inlaid in to it's fuller, his chosen weapon is a steel long sword. While easily nearing Great Sword size in the hands of those smaller then him, Artyom finds that the weapon fit's his hand perfectly, allowing for both one and two handed strikes if need be. In truth the weapon is tuned and build specifically for him, and most others would find it hard to use the sword due to this. The blade is superbly made and crafted and family legend says it was forged from the shattered remains of the personal sword of the warrior King of Mantle, though no evidence support's this.

In the Old tongue of Northern Atlas, Deo Volente roughly translates to "God/Gods willing".

[Flarbinia]

Name: Artyom Krashny, "The Mountain", "The Avenger"

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Description: Standing 6'7, coming in at an even 230 lbs, with black hair and piercing emerald eyes. While not disfigured by any means, his skin is marked, scared, and all together weathered by the passage of time and foes long since vanquished.

Image: The Man. Beneath the Helm.

Personality: Humble, Weathered, Simple. Artyom is a men of rather few words, not caring to boast or gossip needlessly, years and years of life on the road have taught him otherwise. He is not arrogant in the sense that he is better then others, rather he is confident in his nary 25 years of hunting Grimm and man alike that have given him a wealth of Experience and past ventures to draw knowledge and information from. He dislikes those who harm needlessly, utterly despises those who would lock their fellow man, or Fanus, in chain and collar, and can not stand to see an Innocent person suffer at the hands of another.

Adversly, he is a pragmatist, and recognizes that he can not save everyone, and despite his armor's appearance, he can not truly live up to the stories of armored Knights, so gallant so and most courage.

Backstory (min. of two paragraphs):

Artyom can trace his bloodline back to the Great War, his grandfather, Alfred Von Krashny, having served on the personal Honor guard of the King of Mantle as it's Knight-Commander (A mostly ceremonial rank), only to be captured and later pressed in to service as a member of the Royal Guard of Vale. In his old age he retired in to a small farming community in the far north East of Mantle, adopting their customs and even later their accent and manner's of speech (Resembling a Danish/Norse with sprinklings of Slav) and learning the "Old Tongue of the North" (Latin) said to have been the language of the first settlers of that region millennia ago.

He would later go on to Have Artyom's mother who would become a Huntress, among one of the first to graduate from the newly minted Atlas academy, only to vary quickly grow dissatisfied with the military structure and morally grey nature of being a soldier of Atlas. Choosing to to walk the world of Remnant on her own, she had many exploits and adventures before meeting Arytom's father.


His father would be largely absent in his youth, as the then young man had caught the Eire of his elder grandfather so much so that he was threatened with the pain of death should he ever step foot in their village. With out a father figure, Alfred would step in and do his best to raise the boy, old age be damned. The man remained strong and able even as he neared his 80s, and so taught Arytom many of the lessons and skills needed to gain entrance in to Atlas Academy upon his 16th Birth Day. Much like his mother, he had a hard time conforming not to the Military nature, but to to the morally ambiguous nature of it all. Having Faunas heritage did not help this. In the end, it was his skills and insight that spoke for it self and despite many fights and a few injuries, he graduated in the top ten of his class.

Again walking in his mother's foot steps, he chose to walk the world as a freelance Hunter, serving more so for the glory and fame rather then the pay. In time he grew in to a dark version of him self, obsessed with money and fame until a near death experience with a vary large Nevermore cleared his mind and showed him that those things meant rather little in the grand scheme of things. Thus, the Mountain would go from a money hungry mercenary to warrior of justice, choosing to hunt down criminals and more dangerously, rouge Huntsmen. This latter carrier would earn him a rather infamous reputation, and a more dark title, "The Avenger" as he was known to be ruthless and cold in dealing with those Huntsmen and Huntresses that chose to do harm rather then good. He would serve as a member of the Iron Sentinels for a time, before moving on to help train the Militia of Mistral before again retiring to his home town to run the family farm and aid his elder mother.

He was only a farmer for little over a year before the Events of the Vytal Festival kicked off a global hellstorm of Grim and evil, and so Artyom took up arms once more to fight this growing threat.

Faction: Formerly of the Iron Sentinels, and of the Mistral Militia though he holds no active ties with either. He is a Graduate of Atlas Academy, though he does not like to share this.

Race: Human (Mixed Heritage, his sister inherited his Mother's Vulpine traits.)

Skills: Close quarters combat, Swordsmanship, Blacksmithy, and wrestling.

Powers:

1. A Will of steel - Artyom is known for having an unusually strong aura, able to shrug off repeated attacks from even heavy weapons (Provided he is armor clad) and multiple lighter attacks before faltering. This is tied to his concentration, how ever, meaning if Artyom can not focus his mind his Aura is actually weaker then most.

2. Dust Telekinesis - Used more as a passive ability then an active one, Arytom can, with some effort, manipulate Dust to his liking. While not able to throw boulder sized chunks of it with his mind, he can weave the
mentally material in to his armor and weapons, using it to strengthen his defenses or add a extra elemental effect to his blows. This too is linked to his Concentration, and a distracted Artyom will find it hard to make even a single spec move if unable to concentrate.

Equipment:
Clad in Faith, my will is steel and my conviction strong...

A suit of steel plate armor, reminiscent of the knights of old, reinforced with light weight bracing and padded with silk and leather, the armor and helmet give him superb protection at the cost of agility as it's weight prevents him from doing any crazy acrobatics. His helmet has attached to it a cloth covering, affixed by way of a striped chord secured snugly. The Helmet it self is painted a mooted black with the Family cred, a simple Black Cross, painted on to it's exterior. A simple canvas cloth covering covers both front and back of his torso plating, adorned again with the family crest. Covering from his belt line to just above his knees and a armored, leather tabbard (Similar to a Combat skirt) giving a little more protection to the thinner plates and mail covering his legs, his feet securely sitting in to a set of armored sabatons.


With unwavering will, indomitable strength, and riotous fury, my blade strikes down those who work in the dark against their fellow man in the light...Deo Volente

Named after the inscription inlaid in to it's fuller, his chosen weapon is a steel long sword. While easily nearing Great Sword size in the hands of those smaller then him, Artyom finds that the weapon fit's his hand perfectly, allowing for both one and two handed strikes if need be. In truth the weapon is tuned and build specifically for him, and most others would find it hard to use the sword due to this. The blade is superbly made and crafted and family legend says it was forged from the shattered remains of the personal sword of the warrior King of Mantle, though no evidence support's this.

In the Old tongue of Northern Atlas, Deo Volente roughly translates to "God/Gods willing".

Accepted

[Parcia]

Yeet, I'll get to reading the IC.

Ok..Can some one give me a sitrep...this storyline is kinda hard to fallow.

[Flarbinia]

Yeet, I'll get to reading the IC.

Ok..Can some one give me a sitrep...this storyline is kinda hard to fallow.

Here is a recap of recent events:
Mantle= Remnant's version of Keyser Söze has overstepped his bounds, placing a target on the backs of him and his associates. Wisteria is going directly after the "Boss of Bosses" operations while Söma goes after the Smuggler's Guild (one of the two strong allies left) and Freya is gunning for Sulla (a capo for one of the most prominent mob families in Atlas).
Vacuo= Team NASA are preparing for their first mission, modifying Neo Bisque's weapon with the assistance of Nashville (her ex-boyfriend) after getting a planned quadruple date over. Unbeknownst to the faulty and students, Neo Bisque and her current squeeze Selene Dracul have been turned into sleeper agents.
Forever Fall: Leoric (a Human-Grimm Hybrid that was kicked out of Salem's organization and replaced with a "newer model" after a series of defeats) is carving a path of death and destruction, slaying seven Knights of Salem and gaining the attention of his former mistress. Salem, wishing to tie up very elusive loose ends, sent two of her minions with the list of targets, all of which were responsible for Leoric's defeats. After pointing out the flaws in his plan to assault Mistral, they hand him the list. He decides to pursue and kill the names on the list, but on his own terms.

[Parcia]

I think I might aid in the Search for Leoric.

Possibly as a third party.

[Flarbinia]

I think I might aid in the Search for Leoric.

Possibly as a third party.

In my honest opinion, Artyom hunting down Leoric would be a better storyline. There is something poetic about a knight hunting down a masked sorcerer who has devastated the land and slaughtered the innocent wholesale.

[Parcia]

I think I might aid in the Search for Leoric.

Possibly as a third party.

In my honest opinion, Artyom hunting down Leoric would be a better storyline. There is something poetic about a knight hunting down a masked sorcerer who has devastated the land and slaughtered the innocent wholesale.

Indeed, I posted already.

[Xichung]

I will give a warning

If you face off against leoric due have a list of Grimm and their ability’s pulled up, because I most certainly do

[Parcia]

I will give a warning

If you face off against leoric due have a list of Grimm and their ability’s pulled up, because I most certainly do

Indeed, I extend the warning that Artyom has an arsenal of Dust and several decades of work in hand. I look forward to this battle.

[Xichung]

Well I wait for flarbina, but if he doesn’t post tomorrow then I’ll make a counter attack along with the killing of the npc

[Parcia]

Quick question, there any other Player Characters in the area?

[Xichung]

Quick question, there any other Player Characters in the area?

Nope, currently the others are in atlas and the desert

[Flarbinia]

The RP will end in two hours and five minutes. This is your last chance to post.