Amilanthior Nightshade

"There is no difference between order and chaos" Appearance

Amilanthior is a young man with jet black hair, cut at shoulder height and choppy with just a tinge of white on the very ends. He has a short and nearly unnoticeable scar across his right eyebrow. He has a build somewhere in-between an athletic and Intellectual build. There are no visible muscles on his body, but he has lots of strength nonetheless due to rigorous training regimes from his father.

Amilanthior dresses usually in a blend of purple and black. He wears an immaculate black cloak with a large hood over a long-sleeved purple shirt covered with plated chest and torso body armour made up of a steel alloy, decorated with silver straps and black leather shoulder straps to hold and support his cloak. He wears finger-less black gloves with extra grip capabilities and also a black pair of pants with a brown belt around his waist that acts as the holder of his ranged weapons.

He wears near to no jewelry besides an ornate watch on his right wrist. His forearms are both covered by silver armguards. A specialized holder on his back holds his alternative melee weapon, a hook sword/pistol combo. his preferred shoewear is a pair of wine purple rubber-soled hiking boots.

Personality

Amilanthior is a generally quiet student, he emanates that sense of quiet menace when he needs to, wants to, or is in a generally bad mood. He almost always is wearing his hood over his head, only taking it off during class, or when going to sleep.

He can be sometimes overly trusting, but is not a fool, he despises people who lie, use deceit or are racist. Trust t Amilanthior is something that is immeasurably delicate, the moment he fins that someone has lied to him, it is almost an impossible task to get him to trust them fully again, though he does allow them when they are for good reasons or are said to protect someone. Nevertheless, he can be a very kind and fun person to be around, that is, when the time is appropriate.

He respects the people who are willing to accept their own flaws and also other peoples' weaknesses. However, pride holds a great value in his heart, and he can find it hard to give a wholehearted and sincere apology to someone he has wronged when pressured to do so.

Like all people though, he does have bad days, and when he is in a generally cranky mood, he is prone to more messy and extreme methods of taking down opponents, although he does exercise  some restraint and never goes too far. When he is in this mood, his voice becomes more deep, sullen and husky, most would never know this though, as he talks very little when in a bad mood.

Backstory

Little is known about this particular child's actual birth, no documented recordings, no family, no friends. The first ever reported sighting was at a cottage on the outskirts of Vale, he was fostered by a married couple who were reluctant at first, but then warmed to the baby. His father was an active hunter, his faunus mother was a part of the White Fang, back when it was more peaceful with it's protests.

He continued to have a relatively happy life with loving parents. His mother, sadly, was executed shortly after he turned 14, right when the White Fang got a new leader who was much more...violent than his predecessor. She was beheaded after opposing the new rule, this demonstration was to both instill fear and dominance in the crowd of White Fang protesters. His father became almost fueled by the desire of revenge at this point, but was determined not to involve his only son in this. So he continued with the boy's training, albeit with a heightened difficulty.

By the age of 15 he was already very skilled at using his spiked chakrams to kill and climb sheer cliffs and walls, hand-to-hand combat, stealth and basic survival skills. But he realized with a particularly difficult encounter with a Beowulf which earned him a small scar and a lecture from his father, that ranged weapons just simply weren't enough, so he sent on making a custom melee weapon. After weeks of consulting both his father and books from his library, he had finally finished his masterpiece, it was a cross between a pistol and a hook sword. This required much more training for him to master it, and by that time, he was eligible for the trial to get into Beacon Academy.

Even though he passed the test with flying colours, his father still noted that he was not excellent at fighting, only great. His main weakness was his strangely weak aura, so weak, in fact, that it could barely heal a couple of cuts, much less a life-threatening injury. Even more so was that his defense was terribly weak, his aura itself could barely take more than 3 direct hits and his armour only protected a portion of his body. He is now seeking a team to be in.

Weapons and Abilities

Zeracts-These are Amilanthior's ranged weapons, they are pair of spiked chakrams that can be also used to climb walls, or as weapons. They are attached to Amilanthior via the use of retractable and extendable chain. The chakrams also have openings in-between each spike which spurt out fire Dust, effectively turning them into burning rings of fire.

Arkhalis-This is Amilanthior's melee weapon. It is a single hook sword/pistol, when in sword form, it is a lightweight and fast striking weapon, it can also be used as an improvised knives due to the crescent guard, the hook on the end also serves to trap enemy weapons and projectiles. When in pistol form, it can fire up to 15 rounds before needing to be reloaded through the back, the clip shaped in a cylindrical form.

Semblance-As mentioned before, his semblance is the ability to control and become shadows, due to the requirements of forming shadows however, this ability is near useless in full daylight, the lighter the shadow, the weaker it is, and vice versa. When in his normal form, he is able to form shadows into blades that can be hurled at people. When in shadow form, he can only inflict damage through attacking other peoples' shadows, in this form, he is also extremely vulnerable to beams of light, if the shadow he is currently in is illuminated and destroyed, he returns to his original form almost instantly, immensely fatigued as a result of being rejected so forcefully.

Aura-As mentioned before, his aura is very weak, just healing a cut takes him some effort, much less life-threatening injuries. Using it as a shield, it is nearly useless, only able to withstand a few hits, depending on the power of each strike.