Sorin Koenig

Appearance
Sorin is a moderately tall seventeen year old with a slender but muscular build. Some of his most notable features are his spiky blonde hair that protrudes in large spiked tufts on his head and his strikingly sharp, blue eyes. His mouth is usually plastered with an ear to ear grin.

Sorin's usual attire consists of a blue high collared jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Underneath is a yellow bro tank upon which his logo is printed in blue.On his hands are a pair of fingerless gloves. His blue pants are tucked into a pair of brown knee high boots and are held up with a brown belt that also holsters his weapon. Of course, you'll almost never see Sorin without his trademark headphones either on his head, around his neck or (whilst in combat) folded up and hooked onto his belt. His headphones also bear his symbol on the side, being custom made.

Personality
Sorin is a very kind and sociable person, and also quite quick with a joke. He is comfortable talking to pretty much anyone as long as he likes them. He is also quite intelligent, but his major downfall is his lack of desire to apply that knowledge to his studies at Beacon. If it interests him, he'll pour his heart and soul into it, but homework? Its a miracle if it ever returns to the teacher. This makes him come off as a bit of a slacker, but he is truley good at heart, and his morals are spot on (for the most part)

Even though he may not try his hardest in terms of grades, his true strengths lie in his battle prowess. He lives for the fight. It's why he came to beacon. A true adrenaline junky in every sense of the phrase. This also makes him quite reckless, being the first to jump in without a plan and rely solely on his power and instincts. His hot headed nature and pride in his own fighting abilities can be a bit off putting at first, but when people decide to spend a little more time with him they can see the true depth of his character. Someone who desires to be the strongest in order to protect those who aren't, and have as many crazy adventures he can.

Sorin absolutley loves music. When he's alone, asleep, or doing pretty much anything, he's blasting music through his custom headphones. And not just any music. We're talking the classics like "Dust Zeppelin" and "Grimm and Roses". REAL rock and roll. People often wonder how he could possibly listen to his music as loud as he does, as people sitting within a few feet of him can still clearly hear the song blasting from his headphones but Sorin doesn't mind. He sleeps like that. He is a passionate individual with a flair for the dramatic, considering himself to be somewhat of a ladies man. Though this may be true, he seldom lacks the tact or patience to keep a steady girlfriend for long.

All of these qualities make him a loyal friend, though difficult to manage. His pride may even drive him to try and perform feats well beyond his own skills simply to press his boundaries, and this doesn't make for an overwhelmingly great team player, but when the going gets rough, he knows where and with who his heart lies.

Weapons and Abilities
Sorin's pride and joy is his weapon "Blitzbleiter" (pronounced blitts-blighter) is a six foot long Glaive with a large double edged blade at its tip. It's head is charged with lighting dust that traves along the entirety of the weapon and causes extra damage when coming in contact with enemies. It has a second function in which the shaft breaks up into mulstiple connected segments, creating an electrified chain whip with a bladed end, providing him witha very limited form of ranged combat.

Sorin would be put under the classification of a rogue or speed fighter, placing all of his strength inside his speed and attack power, leaving little to nothing in terms of defense and range. He relies heavily on being able to dodge and parry hits with Blitzbleiter. His fighting style consists of using his weapons chain whip form to disamr and damage enemies from a distance and using its glaive form to get up close and personal, where most of the damage is done.

He is able to spin Blitzbleiter at high speeds, offering him a very limited for of bullet protection and he is quite proficient with being able to lash out and grab an opponents weapon with his whip and yank it from their grasp.

Sorin himself is quite strong and fast, making him a dangerous enemy, being able to deal with large groups of low class grimm and weaker humans with ease and take on very poweful singular opponents.

Sorin is also a bit of a musical prodigy, being a master of guitar and piano. It's this more sensitive side of him that few people ever get the chance to experience.

His semblance, "Sonus Invictus" ties in greatly with his unbringing and his soul in general. Bein a very musical person and being raised in a very musical enviornment. Because of this, his semblance manifested in the form of superb hearing. His semblance, while not necessarily combat oriented, still has a huge amount of combat uses. His superb hearing can hear everything from the breathing of a person trying to sneak up on him from hundreds of yards away, but in close range, he is able to hear his opponents muscles expand and contract, allowing him to get a rough idea of his opponents next move, only adding to his reflexes and dodging capability. It effectivly makes him impossible to sneak up on, and while others might see his semblance as limited when compared to the more luxurious and guady semblances of speed and polarity, Sorin sees it as one of his greatest advantages, using it to its fullest.

Backstory
Sorin grew up in a lower class family. His parents struggled to pay bills and while he was never without a home, luxuries were few and far between. Sorin didn't care though. He loved his life. His parents, though poor, were loving and nurturing. His mother and father ran a music shop in Vale, which pulled in enough money for the small family of three to scrape by. Sorin's relationship with his parents was a good one. His father taught him guitar and about the wonders of classic rock and roll. THe kind of stuff he gew up with. His mother taguht him piano and about the more sophisticated things in life.

Often he would go out on street corners and play his guitar for money. But one thing that always fascinated Sorin was the heroic exploits of hunters and huntresses that he saw on TV. He longed to be a hero like that and be showered with praise. To see the world and go on crazy adventures. To make enough money to support his parents, who always seemed way too stressed about paying bills.

Even though they were still poor, Sorin's parents were fimr believers in doing good to others. When the family rarely had leftover money, Sorins father would distribute it to the even less fotunate. THe Koenigs were beloved by all who knew their name.

When Sorin started school, he quickly flourished. His teachers saw true potential but something was always distracting him. He was never focused on his studies and more on doodling heroic figures in his notebooks and playing Hunter with his friends. While those who knew him loved Sorin, those unfamiliar with the Koenig's knew only that he was a poor boy. He was always wearing old worn out clothes and seldom washed. He might as well have held a big sign that said "Lower class". THe grown ups didn't want their children associating with such rabble. He was often left alone at recess and other children seldom made an effort to tallk to him. Sorin's grades only seemed to further decrease until one day his parennts aske him what was the matter.

"Its so boring," he responded, "I want to be a hunter."

His parents carefully tried to tell him that they simply didn't have the money to send him somewhere where he could get the proper education for that like Signal Academy. Much less somewhere like beacon. Sorin refused to let that quell his dreams. He began traiing night and day, running around until his little kid legs wore out and doing push ups until he collapsed. If he couldn't pay his way to be a hunter, then he'd prove himself to whoever would be willing to listen.

One day, after collapsing in his front yard from a run around his block, a man saw the child and came to investigate.

"Why do you run around like that?" he asked.

"Because... I want... to be... a hunter..." he panted between breaths.

"Well you'll never get there like that