Peter Born

Peter Born
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Bear faunus, his feature being having ears

Symbol: The emblem of the born family:A growling bear head seen from the side with a sword and axe crossed down behind it, personalized with a black streak going from the swords tip to the bears eye.

Occupation: First-year Beacon Student.

Appearance: Short brown hair. Wide, youthful brown eyes. 5 ft 3 in. rather muscular but you can't usually see it through neither his loose clothes or thick armor. Casual clothes:Brown t-shirt with either black tracksuit pants or dark blue jeans and brown sneakers. Combat armor:Reinforced leather chestplate and greaves with his emblem on a the left shoulder pad and a left-handed iron gauntlet. Pajamas:Just some grey tracksuit pants and nothing else. He almost always has his weapon when he goes out, for easy self-defense.

History: Born and raised in the city of vale's more wealthy neighbourhoods, he was trained by his loving, but distant parents Nicholas "Red-hot Nick" and Lyla Born, they were almost never around because of their insistence on taking so many hunting contracts, but they did it out of love for their son and want for him to be raised well, when they were home they often trained their son in the use of his father's weapon of choice, a blunt, heavy blade. When he was home alone all he had to entertain himself was television and some game consoles, making interested in the concept of fictional universes, especially those concerning hunters like his parents, making him want to be a hunter even more. Even before Signal at school he was never really liked by anyone, often getting teased and always sitting alone at recess, these moments alone with his thoughts gave him time to think about what he'd be like when he was older, thinking he'd be famous and loved by everyone and having the people who bullied him be begging for forgiveness. When Peter was 12 he got word of his parents' latest hunt ending badly, they went to clear out a nest of Nevermore, the one detail they didn't get in the contract was how big they would be... He heard that his mother was decapitated by their talons and his father passed out from his wounds outside the nearest town, Clear Cliff, after reportedly going into a complete rage, He was brought to Vale's hospital in a coma. He was given their last payment for the contract and a ride to the hospital to see his father, when he opened the door to see his father unconscious he nearly burst into tears, he was soon joined by his parents' former teammates from Beacon, Levios Mora and Lucifer Aegis, they had quit hunting to both go into creating both weaponry and fashion, in Aegis' case he also mined dust, for Levios, he apparently thought it was a good idea to found his own independent nation with a city called "Moraton". For both of their powerful prides, Lucifer was nearly as sorrowful as Pete was to see their beloved friend in a near-death state, Levios on the other hand, was sobbing his eyes out next to his old friend's bed. Soon after the two came in Nicholas woke up slowly, he saw his son and friends by his bed and spoke his last words "Hello boys... I guess this is my goodbye.... Levy... You were a good friend, good luck being a king or whatever... Lucy.... I'm sorry for calling you Lucy for all those years.... You were a great leader and an even better friend... And Pete.... I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time with you... But I did it so you could have that food on your plate... And remember... Me and your mother love you... And we'll always be with you in spirit.... Goodbye everybody...." he said as he took his last breath, Levios was in disbelief "Nick? Nicky! Ya can't die! C'mon, where's the Nick I knew!?.... Don't leave us...." he said sadly as Lucifer put his hand on his shoulder "It's okay, Levios.... He's in a better place now.... There was nothing we could do...." Levios merely sobbed even harder at those words as Pete ran out, tears in his eyes, his father's old friends too distracted to care... Soon after he started to get donations from his father's friends and his grieving fans so he could live comfortably. He also continued his training by himself, learning from fiction by testing out what moves were possible and what weren't. Soon afterwards he got into Signal academy, there he was mostly in the same situation as in primary school, but he tried to keep strong for his passed parents, he mostly kept to himself until he could go to Beacon, that day came eventually and he passed the entry test with flying colours, on the airship ride there... Well, that's where we begin our story....

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]:A quiet soul with a plethora of knowledge of many situations, but also asocial and absent at times, known to not really pay attention to stuff he doesn't care for (As in anything that's not either combat, fiction of any kind or the chance to train his skills in said areas) but when he does it's rather hard to pull him away, nothin' short of yellin' straight in his ear will work! Due to his strict morals and expectation of people to uphold their own, he comes off as pretentious at times and even as a bit of jerk, but he truly is a nice guy once you get to know him, but due to his lack of trust in others that can be hard

Strengths: smart, savvy and physically strong, dedicated to his work, powerful semblance, pretty good singing voice. he's got quite a bit of money and some mildly powerful connections (nothing really big, but he can get concert tickets for free... So there's that...) always has his weapon on hand. (For safety reasons of course!)

Weaknesses: Absent minded. Asocial. Not very trusting. has a phobia of Nevermore. rather slow on his feet due to his heavy weapon. doesn't quite understand how his semblance works. doesn't "do" teams. Can come off as slightly derpy at times. Can be kind of untrusting

Semblance: Berserker's Hatred: While usually a standard berserker-style semblance, allowing him to go slightly faster and stronger for a short 5 minutes, when he gets angry he becomes alot stronger, ranging from a slight annoyance that slightly boosts him to an unstoppable rage making him strong enough to punch through steel and fast enough to give a race horse a run for it's money. Despite the power of this semblance, he does not quite know how to control it, believing it to simply be "I can run faster for a little while".

Weapon:
Name :Porta Gladium

Primary Form : A large broadsword similar to this: that splits into the second form.The blade is made of reinforced iron, and the hilt is made from reinforced Ursa Major eather, "To show our pride of our Bear Faunus blood" his dad said it was, Peter just thought it was an efficient material and a happy coincidence. The blade is brown with the highlights being crimson red, the hilt is a lighter shade of brown than the blade with the metal cap and crossguard being the same crimson as the blade's highlights.

Secondary Form : A large crossbow that splits down the middle from the main form's blade. Powered by fire dust.

History : A Born family heirloom, used by Peter's great-great-great-grandfather and passed down since.

Trivia:
-His name is biblical and means "Stone"