Welcome to Beacon! (RWBY-verse RP)

"Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past."

"Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness - creatures of destruction; the creatures of Grimm - set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void."

"However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named Dust."

"Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life."

"But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die, and when they are gone... darkness will return."

"So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called 'free world', but take heed... there will be no victory in strength."

Welcome to Beacon! Each and everyone of you has the the potential to become a Huntsman or Huntress, guardians of peace and order in our world of Remnant.

Unfortunately, without the proper knowledge and training, that potential is wasted. That's where we come in. Here in Beacon, we will train and hone your potential, until you are the best Hunter you can be.

But be forewarned, this is not a regular combat school. You can, and will die if you don to take this seriously.

With that said, let the school year begin!

- Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy.

So, hey! First RP up here! Yes, it's a RWBY RP. I'm actually really interested in the world, and hey, since we've seen so little of it, I think it's safe to make some stuff up!

If we get jossed, then okay! If we nail it, we can gloat! So, yeah, let's try for some worlbuilding in here! Make your own, city, academy, even Grimm!

Anyway, for this RP, y'all will be playing a first year student at Beacon, and there will be NO canon characters other than the Profs. Tjis will be an AU of sorts. And yes, we WILL be having the initiation, and the teams are random.

Okay! Character sheets!

• Name:
• Gender:
• Age: Typically 17, maybe a bit older. Absolutely no early acceptances like Ruby.
• Race: Human or Faunus.
• Appearance:
• Weapons and Equipment: Go wild. This is RWBY, after all! Make a lightsaber that turns into a cannon if you want to, I'm not limiting you!
• Semblance: Optional. If you choose to have a Semblance, please keep it balanced. Also, I think that Semblance is tied to Aura, so you really should not have something that'll drain your soul the first time you use it...
• Personality:
• Bio:

Alright, then! Have fun!

Beacon Incoming Freshmen:

• Tara Dejos
• Barry Saph-Blut
• Ayers Wulfen
• Davros Avarensis
• Calypso
• Raqib Grenitch
• Jack Reisetoter
• Urujauni Ukungu
• Rufous Snikersnax
• Ieria Jade
• Remus Cerulean
• Pius Ashen-Nobel
• Medus Blanc
• Belle Babineaux
• Lucas Krigsvart
• Lumen Silverdine

edited 10th Mar '14 7:00:37 PM by GrimHelm

So much yes!

Though... uh... just to check.... This is prose, right?

I have all of the interest! All of it!

Interest!

Definitely prose, my good man!

Welcome aboard, friends! Insert Penny here.

edited 2nd Mar '14 6:02:36 PM by GrimHelm

• Name: Barry Saph-Blut
• Gender: Male
• Age: 18
• Race Human
• Appearance: This Guy, just take off the shoes
• Weapons and Equipment:
  • Dragon Lily: Variable Single Shot Musket Spear: A long breech-loader musket with a long blade along the underside that acts a bayonet. Can shift into a long Naginata with beautiful detailing. Fires Dust crystals
  • Bandolier of Dust Crystals, primarily Water and Earth Elements but with some others for situational purposes
  • Computerized rangefinder he wears on one eye. Looks remarkably like an eyepatch.
• Semblance:
  • The Self: Enables him to control his bodily functions like Heartbeat, Breathing, Core Temperature, and the like.
• Personality: A very friendly personable guy most of the time. He absolutely hates shoes and insists on going barefoot as often as possible. He is somewhat childish. He seems to have a split personality, whens he's in his 'mission' mindset he completely changes mannerisms, becoming cold, uncaring, and absolutely focused on the goal. In short, a perfect assassin. Both personas have a minor distrust of faunus. Hates the Grimm, but has a minor phobia of the King Tajitu due to a bad experience during some of his earlier training.
• Bio: Born to old money, Barry was always rather carefree. However a group of muggers working for someone they referred to as 'Junior' slaughtered his parents and stranded him in the mansion which was several Grimm-filled miles away from the nearest settlement. During this time his 'Ice' persona emerged. He survived the trek, if only barely, and was taken in by some of his families relatives. Has aspired to become a Hunter since then, both to kill Grimm and to hopefully track down his family's murderers.

edited 2nd Mar '14 6:51:23 PM by Gladonost

• Name: Ayers Wulfen
• Gender: M
• Age: 18
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Ayers is enormous and tall, with a massively built upper body more built around utility than appearance—more Barrel than Arnold. He has very high cheekbones and dark orange eyes, and straight shoulder-length brown hair. He always wears a wide-brimmed outback hat. He prefers to stay dressed down like he's still on the farm, with a pair of strong, light brown shit-kicker boots, hide pants from various breeds of Grimm a thick leather belt with matching belt buckle you could probably kill someone with, and an orange flannel button-down shirt with various band tees underneath.
• Weapons and Equipment: Hrunt and Naeg are the names of his weapons, a left and right robotic arm, respectively. Naeg is light brown, a slim and streamlined model made of a few discrete parts, with a Dust gem on each joint—the first arm he made, using his teeth and toes. Hrunt is a much more complex model, a bright orange with much more bulk and discrete machinery than Naeg; an electric coil sparks on his upper arm. A pair of prosthetic robot arms normally, they can move with a great deal of raw force, though they're also slow and imprecise. There are also a pair of Dust-powered electromagnets in the wrists, both of the same polarity, giving him extreme wrenching capacity. They are also ambidextrous. Either arm can also transform into a longsword to be wielded by the other arm. Hrunt carries a vicious electrical shock to it, specially made to neutralize humans, and Naeg shapes the raw field of Ayers' Aura into a point around the blade, allowing him to pierce the hides of Grimm creatures. Also of note is that he has very little feeling in these limbs; that certainly doesn't help with precision, for sure. He can feel pressure and kinetic feedback, but temperature and texture are completely beyond him.
• Semblance: Voltage. Ayers can turn the very general energy of an Aura into an electrical current, allowing him to power Hrunt, his arms' electromagnets, or just go all Electric Chinese Batman on someone.
• Personality: Ayers is a simple, salt-of-the-earth country boy. He's a little at a loss at the many luxuries in the city, and still prefers the simpler pleasures of fine manual labor and a good fight with friends. He has problems with the Grimm, however; he knows they're just animals, yeah, but he feels that they're all evil incarnate, the reason he can never be normal again, why he can never feel another person's hand in—oh. Uh, you get the point.
• Bio: Ayers' family are agrarian farmers, living in a cabin bordering a forest. It was a hard life, with frequent attacks by Grimm and all, but it was his life, and his family needed him. Hell, Vale needed him—and all the other farmers out here—to keep working the farms, in order to support the infrastructure in the city! So there was that: good pay. They never went hungry, because the people in Vale would have without them. One day, though, during a particularly nasty Ursa attack, though, Ayers lost both of his arms. He laid in bed for a week, languishing with his wounds as his family struggled on what to do with their son. However, salvation came in the form of a Hunter who had heard about their problem: he proposed that he create Ayers new arms, experimental prosthetics using the technology similar to that used to craft a Hunter's weapon. This came with a stipulation, though: he would have to create them himself (yes, half of that job would be done with no arms), and he would have to use them to fight back against the Grimm, and go to Beacon to learn how. Which is also why he arrived a year late to Beacon.

edited 2nd Mar '14 6:45:05 PM by Taco

SURE, I'll sign up!

@ Gladonost: Right, few questions.

1: Why would the White Fang attack his family?

2: Why did they leave him alive?

3: If you fall into a King Taijitu nest, you'd be dead.

@Taco: ....How did he build those arms again? He's in, but I need clarification.

@Ragna: ....And here's someone with a Ruby avatar! Welcome aboard, Crater Face.

1.They could have been random goons someone hired and dressed as White Fang, his family oppressed faunus, etc.

2. He hid somewhere or they couldn't go through with killing a kid

3. The big ones were gone, it was just baby Tajitu, at least in my head, I can take that out if need be

It's very possible for people to have very articulate feet, and Naeg's design used a lot more mysticism and stuff, rather than the more complex machinery found in other Weaponry. How about I add that Naeg is more streamlined, really only a few pieces fitted together—as you would do if you could only use your teeth and feet—and Hrunt is a much more complex machine, to fit with the fact that Ayers needed a simpler design for his first weapon?

1. Why White Fang, though?

2. I can accept the hiding thing.

3. You would still be dead. If you want to keep it, make it something like a bad encounter with the Grimm during his earlier training.

@Taco: I can accept that. You're in!

edited 2nd Mar '14 6:39:10 PM by GrimHelm

1. They're the only organization besides the Hunters and Huntresses we really have any info about or a name for.

2. OK

3. Edited

Okay, maybe we could just have random muggers?

Like Junior's men or something.

That works, Edited

Welcome aboard, then.

• Name: Davros Avarensis
• Gender: Male
• Age: 18
• Race: Faunus (Narwahl) He is not a unicorn.
• Appearance: Like this◊, but with a foot-long white tusk smack-dab in the middle of his forehead, angled upwards. Oh, and a shirt on. A white shirt.
• Weapons and Equipment:
  • Pneumatically-Induced Mortar Pogo: Takes the shape of a totally bitchin' cane, its metal body is painted flat black (stealth bomber black) with a red dragon head on the handle, and flames painted all over the staff. It can expand/unfold into a pogo stick with razor edges. It allows for maximum mobility and high jumps. Can fire mortar rounds out the top.
• Semblance - "Smooth": He can cancel the effects of friction on his body (and things on him, like his pants). This is especially useful for getting rid of air resistance when bouncing around.
• Personality: Cheerful, boisterous, constantly wearing a grin on his face, and has a tendency to over-exaggerate his gestures. He doesn't like to outright say he doesn't understand things, since that tends to make people think he's stupid, so he usually tries to fake understanding and see if he can figure it out along the way. Has a a pseudo-Greek accent.
• Bio: A peasant from a coastal city with a Mediterranean climate, Davros was the son of a fisherman (fisherfaunus?), spending his days, well, fishing. One day he and his dad found a crate mixed in with the tuna and dolphins in their net, and cracking it open, wondering what treasures awaited them, and found a... cane. His dad didn't have a use for that stupid stick, so Davros kept it because he thought it looked cool. Soon enough he realized it was much more than just a cane - it was a pogo stick, which he was a natural at using, going all around town with it as he did errands, and using the pointy parts to catch fish every now and then. Eventually a passing hunter, who noticed him handling the weapon well-enough, asked him if he was training to go to Beacon and be a Hunter. Feigning an answer and leaving, he went home to learn more about this Beacon thing, and eventually filled out an application with his mom's help.

edited 2nd Mar '14 7:04:26 PM by nman

Oh man, Adam Blade.

...Holy shit, that is an insane weapon. I actually have no problems with this. Welcome to Beacon!

Oh man. Somebody finally did one. Definite interest.

Sho Minamimoto as a Slowpoke?! Oh, man, I'm dying.

Welcome aboard!

Errrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhh... *tries his hardest not to commit to anything* Goddammit. Count me interested.

• Name: Calypso
• Gender: Female
• Age: 17
• Race: Faunus.
• Appearance: "If it's a ride you want, I charge extra for excess baggage."
• Weapons and Equipment:
  • The Furies: Twin machine pistols, Alecto and Megaera', connected by a steel garrote wire. They fire saboted flechette rounds at a rate of two thousand rounds-per-minute, and, when needed, can be joined together by a locking mechanism to create Tisiphone, a high-powered full-auto sniper rifle, one which Calypso is capable of firing stably even when flying. Aside from the garrote wire they possess no close combat capability.
  • Seeds: Calypso keeps a large volume of Dust on her at all times, which she uses to coat some of her rounds (approximately one out of every five) for added effect. Her favorite use for Dust though is a maneuver going by the affectionate nickname of "Seeding". By carefully rolling Dust into small clumps with the oil from her feathers, Calypso can create tiny bundles of improvised Dust explosives which she hides in her wings. Since they're coated with the same oil as her feathers, the violent instability of the Dust is neutralized until she flaps her wings with enough force to dislodge them, breaking the small clumps open on her enemies' heads in a makeshift bombing run.
• Semblance:
  • Slipstream: Calypso's Semblance allows her to manipulate air currents over a large area. While she isn't capable of doing anything like producing gale-force winds without immediately exhausting all of her energy, she can subtly alter the flow of the air to get a better shot with her rifle, coast without exerting herself, or even acquire sudden lift to prepare for a divebomb.
• Personality: A practicing solo act. Outwardly appears calm, cool, and collected, but really has a hair trigger temper that she manages to hide very well. Woe be unto anyone who trips it. Tends to act like a smartass, and has years practicing making passing quips at anyone vainly hoping to match her in a verbal jousting match. She doesn't have much respect for humans, or White Fang for that matter, and doesn't like talking about her opinions on either. Despite what you would assume, she doesn't enjoy the company of other Faunus any more than she does humans, so really she just kinda hates everyone. Enjoys flying, whether for work or leisure, and prefers to nap in the air rather than on a bed, returning to "roost" only when she intends to sleep for extended periods of time.
• Bio: An orphan of war, in some sense, Calypso lost her older brother, a Hunter, to the White Fang at a young age. Not as a victim of course, but rather, as a volunteer. At one point a bright-eyed recruit, her brother had joined as a way of encouraging his little sister not to give in to the prejudice and abuse she faced in her everyday life, as a reminder that humans and Faunus could coexist without giving up what made both of them special. But the political cold war following the Faunus Rights Revolution gradually drove her brother away from his family. As he became more and more obsessed with "the cause", forgetting what he had signed up to do in the first place, Calypso saw less and less of him, and soon he simply vanished from her life altogether. Then, five years before the present day, when leadership of the White Fang changed hands, things took a turn for the worse. In his blind and fervent dedication to his people, her brother chose to stay with the Fang, even after it had made itself clear to the world that it was no longer a peaceful and non-violent organization. He became a terrorist, and an outlaw, and Calypso's mother and father soon grew so ashamed of their child that they instructed their youngest, Calypso, to forget their eldest son had ever even been her brother. To pretend she had grown up an only child, because she could never hope to see her brother again. Calypso refused. She was determined to have her brother back. Then, while she was absent on a nature trip, a White Fang regiment waged a raid on her hometown, a "hub of human oppression". In the ensuing chaos, many were killed, human and Faunus alike. Some were killed simply for believing humans and Faunus should coexist. Among these number were Calypso's own mother and father. Returning in the midst of the chaos to heed the calls for help she'd heard from the mountains, Calypso arrived just in time to watch her parents die in front of her at the hands of a White Fang footsoldier, who revealed himself to be her brother, Proteus. No longer the man he used to be, he justified his killing of their parents as resistance to the cause. The feelings of loss and betrayal scarred her, and planted a seed of cold hatred for humans and Faunus alike. Soon after, she enrolled in a combat school to follow the same path her brother had first taken, to become a Huntress.

edited 3rd Mar '14 8:24:10 PM by KSPAM

• Name: Raqib Grenitch aka DJ Raq Attaq
• Gender: Male
• Age: 19
• Race: Human
• Appearance:
  • Physical appearance: Average height but Sun levels of muscle structure. Dark skinned with cropped blond hair and blond stubble. Deep crimson eyes. Actually has brown eyes but wears red contacts due to finding glasses too cumbersome and wanting to stand out. Possesses an aura (with a lower case a) of confidence. Almost always wearing a shit-eating grin.
  • Clothing: Wears a white undershirt with lime green splashes of colour, almost like blood splatter, coat the lower half of it. His symbol, a forest green quarter note with a bullet hole in the center, is emblazoned above his heart. He also wears baggy brown cargo shorts. Blood red runners with jet black bottoms. Dark brown fingerless gloves with green highlights. Always has an earbud in and playing some music. It doesn’t matter if he’s writing a paper or killing some Grimm; he needs his tunes.
• Weapons and Equipment:
  • Rhythm & Blues: A pair of magnums that collapse into combat knives. Originally belonged to his uncle. The casings of the bullets fired as well as the blades themselves are coated with Dust. The bullets are explosive as a result and the knives can carve through most other metals like a hot knife through butter. They aren’t anything too special, in the whole scheme of things.
  • My Secret Weapon: Raqib himself. He is an extremely practiced user of ‘’capoeira’’, using momentum in a fight with skill and tact. This is complimented by his Semblance and is where Raqib’s true strength lies. While it lacks the same killing power that his weapons allow him, he can string the two together to become a veritable force of nature, dancing around the battlefield and leaving lacerations and bullet wounds in his wake.
• Semblance: Bodily Aura Channelling. While anyone can utilise their Aura to heal wounds or block blows, Raqib has the ability to channel his Aura offensively using his body as a conduit. His favoured method is pushing out Aura through his feet, allowing him to reach high speeds (but not quite Ruby levels). This, combined with his ‘’capoeira’’ fighting style, allows him a very high level of manoeuverability and speed in combat. In addition, getting a kick boosted by an Aura exhaust can hit as hard as many a blunt weapon.
• Personality: Raqib is two things: a flirt and a music addict. Raqib is a noted skirt chaser but won’t shy away from giving some guys a few look-overs. He rarely seems to take anything serious and is always the first one to try and bring levity to a situation. In addition, he loves music. It doesn’t matter the genre, if he likes it, he listens to it. He has a knock-off Scroll from before Beacon which was rigged up to contain his extensive library of music. To make room, he got a friend to delete all the “unimportant” software from it; which included everything but the music player and the operating system.
• Bio: Raqib was born and raised across the sea in Vacuo. His family life was rather normal, growing up with friends and siblings that he fought with and made up with numerous times. His mother was a retired Huntress who helped homeschool him along with her husband who was a dance instructor. On his 18th birthday, however, Raqib snuck away from his family and left his old life behind to travel to Vale, with nothing but some Lien, a juryrigged Scroll, and Rhythm & Blues to his name. To this day, he isn’t entirely sure why he did it but he happily brags about that his sense of adventure and urge to find ‘the one’ motivated the journey. Of course this is mostly a bald face lie to try and romance and impress, but it was still a factor in the decision. Upon arriving in Vale, he spent a year living and working by himself as a DJ at an up-and-coming night club in Vale City. However, the gig was short lived as one day he went to work the night shift and found that it had gotten attacked. While there was no conclusive evidence, Raqib had a suspicion that the other big name club in the area might have been responsible. Upon turning 19 and not having found a steady job, he decided to apply to Beacon Academy. Not to help anyone else but to find a job and one that he could levy for romantic favours. Despite having no previous experience with combat schools, Raqib aced the entry examinations and is now looking forward to four years of fighting Grimm and living the high life.

edited 2nd Mar '14 10:44:12 PM by EviIPaladin

• Name: Jack Reisetoter
• Gender: Male
• Age: 18
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Jack is a blonde caucasian male, he has bright green eyes, which he often hides under dark red goggles. He wears a brown leather jacket, red tribal tattoos on his shoulders, and a pair of jeans with black boots, he wears white cloth wrapped around his forearms and hands. He often wears a beat up, brown leather hat his father used to wear.
• Weapons and Equipment:
  • Ymir and Surt: Jack wields twin swords, that both resemble about two foot long bowie knives. This may seem dull, however, each sword has a built in cannon, Ymir can slow down anything it cuts, and if the same thing is cut multiple times it's frozen soldid. Surt to shoot fireballs out of the blade.
  • Ragnarok: Jack may combine the two weapons, forming a five foot long great sword, half of the blade is a serrated blade of pure ice, and the other half is what could only be described as solid flame, this blade possesses both of the abilities of both blades, however, it is also slower and the abilities are weaker then the individual blades.
• Semblance: Jack possesses a semblance which defends him and anything he is touching from heat, both freezing and burning, however, this only defends from heat.
• Personality: Jack is sarcastic, pragmatic and a bit of an asshole, he is a bit of an idealist, however, he is fully aware that the Grimm are part of life, and will never go away, he also has a tendency to cause massive collateral damage without really caring.
• Bio: Jack grew up with his father, An old hunter who lived on the side of the forest, a town that was under constant threat of Grimms, during one event, Jack was engulfed in a fireball, which killed his father, and left him untouched. Taken in by his father's old hunting buddy, Jack was taught of semblance and was given some knowledge of combat before he was sent to Signal Hunting school before going to Beacon.

edited 2nd Mar '14 10:40:19 PM by TroyandHawk

@ Paladin: Two questions.

1: How can he fight so well? No combat training and already able to do THAT? Yeah, no. I mean, look at Jaune!

2: The weapon. How did he get them? Again, no combat training. And again, look at Jaune.

@ Troy: Permanently active Semblance drains your soul. He should probably be dead by now.

edited 2nd Mar '14 10:31:37 PM by GrimHelm