Nigrum Leicent

“Most people have something interesting to say, but as for me? Nothing. I’m just another nameless face in the play called life. Ah, I’m talking to myself again, aren’t I?”

Appearance: I’m poor so can’t afford an artist, also I have the precision of a drunken claw-machine. Have some descriptions instead.

Nigrum covers just about every part of his body, save his face. He wears a navy hooded pea-coat that trails along by his knees, the top half being the only buttoned part. Underneath it, he wears a sleeveless black dress-shirt that exposes just the tiniest portion of his midriff, his emblem appearing right over his left breast. Said emblem appears as a warped hollow heart made of green flames, a slight rift in the middle of it going halfway down.

His pants are a plain dark jade, two brown packs wrapped around his right leg, and one wrapped around his left. Underneath that he wears briefs. Like a man. Moving on, his shoes are a pair of black metallic sneakers with gold outlines around the side of them, the shoes being able to “mecha-shift” into thick bracelets around his ankles. Of course, he has to lift his foot up a bit first.

Accessories include his hood appearing as an atora of sorts, what with it's double-horn design. Additional accessories are an an earring with his emblem on it dangling from his left ear, and a pair of brown gloves.

Final portion, head. His ashen black hair is spiked backwards neatly, save a single large bang that curves forward and covers his right-eye. On the topic of eye, his singular eye is a pale red, bordering on pink. The reasoning for singular eye and not singular shown eye is simple, he only has one eye. Underneath his bang is an eyepatch where his eye should be, plus some burn scars. The burn scars are on his hands as well, hence the gloves.

Personality:

Most people assume Nigrum to be sullen and pensive in nature, given his usual blank expression, and in most cases they’re right. Beneath the sullen exterior is a quizzical mind with a thirst for knowledge, questioning just about every little detail around him and why it’s how it is. Due to this, he’s remarkable well at reading people, noticing the most subtle of nuance and coming to various conclusions to why it’s like that, before coming to a final one with the knowledge of that person and how people of their type act.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He’s right most of the time, but there’s exceptions to every rule, so he occasionally gets it wrong as well. He has a queer fascination with both humans and faunus, studying psychology on the side as a result to understand them and their actions better. People are something like a game to him, sizing them up and picking them apart with his mind for his own amusement.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He could be called something akin to “mind-reading,” but rather, it’s not that at all as the results are just logical guesses compared to absolute answers.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His passion, it could be said, is finding the base pairing of things. People are just at the top of the list, with a close second to his adoration of stories and games. Rather than liking those for entertainment purposes, he likes them for their structure and how it plays a role in execution.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Some people he’s known call him wise due to this, mistaking his skill for wisdom at some points, but he doesn’t really believe it. He likes to think he’s mature, but knows it’s only so-so. He can be rather teasing at times, specifically when he wants to garner a specific reaction he knows will likely happen from someone if he does.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He doesn’t usually get angry, preferring to analyze things with a calm mind, but he has a pretty short-fuse in some cases. One way to get him sour and prickly quickly is exposing him to the cold. He hates the cold with a burning passion, his mood immediately darkening the second even a slight breeze hits him. A few more are when he’s playing a game he can’t beat, reading a book he dislikes, or it’s something relating to his “incident.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">When he’s like that, he’s quick to use his pick-apart skill to see only flaws and bash someone or something with it constantly in a merciless barrage, regardless of who they are. He’s usually open-minded and apathetic (in a good-way), but like this he’s the exact opposite.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Additionally, it doesn’t help much that he has sadistic tendencies he himself hardly knows about. He just views the amusement of seeing someone’s hurt or betrayed face as being right, rather than actually enjoying the pain he’s causing them to feel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His adoration (not obsession), with people hinders him a bit though, as he’s somewhat reluctant to fully “go all-out” in a fight against them. Race, gender, and everything else is irrelevant to him, so long as it’s a person. As such, he has a bad habit of losing just about every match against someone. The exceptions to this rule are people are who actively trying to hurt him or someone he cares for, and friends who ask him politely to not hold-back. He’s more prone to partake in a verbal conflict rather than a physical one with someone due to this, save for the above mentioned rules.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">While against Grimm though, he holds nothing back to wipe them away.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Pretty much, he’s someone who reads into things too deeply, and is also unknowingly a dick at times. As a side-note, he has a habit of voicing his thoughts aloud when alone, in a sense talking to himself.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Backstory:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nigrum grew up in a village way back where in a part of Vacuo. He grew up together with his parents, his older brother, his younger sister, and a select few friends that now mean nothing to him. His village was more mountainous compared to the usual desert sands of Vacuo, but the occasional sand-storm did hit every so often.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He grew up being taught the ways of a merchant from his mother, and smithing from his father. The latter he didn’t particularly enjoy, but the former he did, and had a certain knack for. The more his mother taught him to haggle, and the tell-tale signs of someone backing out or accepting a deal, the more he realized his fascination wasn’t with the job, or the money, but rather the way the buyer would react in response.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Thus began his adoration of people.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His brother was a better smith than merchant, so he grew closer to their father as Nigrum grew closer to their mother. Once his sister was born however, both parents attempted again, and this time the child went with the father. Satisfied that at least one of her children was interested in her job, she continued to teach Nigrum.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Compared to the distance he felt with his brother and father however, him and his sister grew particularly close. Jump ahead a few years, and Nigrum’s father got assigned a job to forge a hunter-weapon with fire-dust as the key component. Rather than making it himself, or having his brother do it, his father assigned it to his sister as her first “serious-task.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She took to it heartily, working on it night-and-day with hardly any breaks, and was nearly complete too. Then the “accident” happened. Having never encountered dust before, Nigrum’s sister didn’t know how volatile it was, particularly the fire variation. Her father or eldest brother didn’t teach her how to etch dust into weapons either, so as Nigrum watched her proudly attempt to do so, the crystal exploded, setting off a chain-reaction of the other red dust crystals around her as well.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He immediately attempted to save her, but failed as he didn’t have his aura awakened, and recoiled from the sudden heat. The flames of the explosion went directly towards his face, where he attempted to shield himself with his hands, but only succeeded in covering the left-side of his face.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As the explosion subsided, and he writhed in agony, a terrible thought occurred to him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His sister didn’t have her aura awakened either.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As he attempted to rush around and find her, the rest of their family arrived, and then blacked out from the pain. When he came to, it was to the sight of the village doctor, that assured him he was well, enough. At the very least, alive. His face and hands were irreparable however, something he could care less about as he asked about his sister.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The mood visibly drops, and the doctor explains that she survived the explosion, somehow, but is in a coma and was rushed to the nearest Hospital. This all happened in the time he’s been out, being roughly 12 hours. (Note: The reason Nigrum wasn’t taken was because there was only enough space for one person to go, and the village doctor assured he could handle it).

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">At the news, Nigrum bristles, becoming the first time he ever truly feels anger. He stomps past the doctor, rushes towards the living room, and immediately goes off on his brother and father as soon as he sees them there.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He shouts at them, curses, practically wishes them dead at how irresponsible and stupid they were for forgetting something as important as that. His mother tries to calm him down, but this only upsets him more as his anger turns towards her for taking their side. He notes how he enjoys the expressions of shock, pain, and guilt spread across their faces, and storms out of the house.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He doesn’t go home that night, and struggles to move around with his faulty depth-perception, flinching in pain at anything that touches his hands as well. He waits for the Hunter set to pick up the weapon to arrive, and after two-days, finally does. Nigrum shows the Huntress the remains of the weapon, something he took prior before leaving, and practically begs the Huntress to take him away and train him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She notes that’s kidnapping, and says it isn’t if he wants to leave. He continues to beg, and explain his situation, and against her better judgement, the Huntress accepts. All he leaves his family is a single note saying ‘goodbye,’ and the image of flames consuming a heart.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Years pass as he lives with the Huntress, growing as a person as she continues to teach him. He begins to realize he was at fault at having left his family suddenly like that, but resolves it’s too late to do anything about it now. Moreover, he’s mature enough to realize he’s at fault, but not mature enough to stop blaming them. More so is the problem is how thanks to his study of psychology, he realizes he actually blames himself the most in an irrational manner.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He visits his sister frequently in the Hospital, working towards becoming a Hunter as she’s comatose, the strongest beings on Remnant. If he’s strong, then nothing could harm her. He’s aware of the major flaw in the reasoning, but can’t bring himself to turn away from it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The year he’s supposed to go to Beacon, however, is postponed as his sister wakes up, and he drops everything he had planned to spend time with her. He has mixed feelings however. He’s elated she’s finally awake, after so many years, but also furious that not even once did their family come to visit her. The fury quickly turns to twisted joy however, as he figures that just means more of her for himself.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She begins her own rehabilitation as he catches her up on everything she’s missed, not leaving out a single detail and giving everything to her bluntly. Much to his satisfaction, he’s able to recount the tale of him running away without giving a one-sided version. This doesn’t prevent his hidden feelings however.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His sister saddens as she hears that no one but him visited her, bordering on depression as it continues to build up. To prevent it, he promises to introduce her to their “new family,” being the Huntress of course, and she accepts.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He goes to Beacon the following year, receiving constant messages from his sister about how amazing a person their new mother is along the way.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Relationships:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Weapon and Abilities:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abilities: The first obvious ability he has is the “pick-apart” one, i.e. where he gets to the base copy of things and builds up that being or thing from there. He excels at stealth and blending in, the latter of the two usually used to harmlessly watch people interact with one another. He knows basic psychology as well, and proves to be an excellent cook. Often having had to cook for his surrogate mother, it’s no surprise. Also knows useless trivia that will hardly ever come in handy, and basic survival tactics.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">On-top of that, he knows some sleight-of-hand tricks he taught himself, and is stellar at a select few games.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Semblance: Nigrum’s semblance, in short, speeds up his mental processing. It allows him to think quicker, act quicker, and calculate objects in an almost grid-like fashion. Their speed, trajectory, time it’ll take to hit it’s target, pretty much all calculated. The calculation, of course, include himself. He theorizes his semblance was formed due to the guilt of not being able to save his sister, no matter what he could think of to do, so as a result his semblance was formed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">While sounding pretty buffed out, it actually has several simple flaws. First off, he can’t calculate what he can’t see, so hidden, unseen long-range, or attacks from his blind-spot are dead ringers. True, with his heightened thinking, and even with his basic thinking, he would know this. Even better is how his heightened reflexes allow him to counteract most anything he predicts, but there’s a simple flaw to that too.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Get him to think or calculate to much to the point it “overloads.” Getting too much in front of him to calculate  causes him major headaches, as does getting him to think too much of the unknown. His basic thought of logic is making assumptions, so if he makes assumption after assumption at rates not normally possible, it has the same effect as prior, giving him a splitting headache. The physical aspect works in much the same way, being able to move quicker, and more, doesn’t increase one’s stamina, which is already low in the first place. Overwhelming him with things to constantly dodge or block is sure to tire him out easily, rapid gun-fire being an easy example of this.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Doing either of these is actually remarkable similar, something he knows too, which is why he doesn’t use his semblance much, or like using it in the first place unless it’s absolutely necessary. He does, however, use it in short bursts sometimes for the physical aspects of it, such as placing two to three swings of his sword at max towards an opponent, plus being able to block or dodge slow successive strikes. Multiple fast ones that barrage him are a no. It goes without saying that prolonged usage tires him out, rather quickly too, as does prolonged usage of most semblances.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Weapon: His weapon is a plain black katana with red dust etchings on it, the weapon actually being made from the remains of the weapon his sister was making. There’s nothing special about it, save how when the dust is activated, well, it’s on fire. Rather, it’s his sheath that’s the key component. His sheath acts as a holster for his katana, named Draco, but also as a pairing sword, and a sniper-rifle.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The transformation is simple, and can even be done with Katana still inside. The sheath itself is bulky in appearance, due to its triple transformation, with the underside of where Katana is sheathed acting as the gun-barrel. It extends as the top retracts, allowing it to move up a bit as well. For the sword portion, Katana does have to be out of the sheath, as the gun barrel retracts into the hollow and flips in on itself to reveal a bladed portion. Despite this, shooting is still available.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">There is one final transformation however, being to combine both blades into one. Doing it is easy, he sheaths Katana hilt first rather than blade, as the sheath mecha-shifts in what he describes as “swallowing it.” One combined, it’s pretty much just a combined benefits of what both swords has, plus with longer reach. Of course, it’s heavier as well, acting more like a broadsword rather than a katana in this form.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Combat: His fighting style is pretty much of the assassin variant. With Katana and his sheath, named Serpens at the behest of his surrogate Huntress mother, he only aims for vitals to end things up quickly. As such, long drawn out fights aren’t his forte, and actually a major weakness of his.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;margin-left:36pt;text-indent:-18pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Notes:


 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In an out of RWBY universe comparison, his “mind-reading” is similar to how Sherlock Holmes or Auguste Dupin would “mind-read.”
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His first name means Black in latin. As for the reason I chose latin, it’s the oldest and fanciest sounding language I know of.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His last name is a reference to Maleficent, the character’s he’s loosely based on.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His sheath and sword name, of which I’m only mildly pleased with, are both Latin, following the theme of his name. The sword means dragon whereas the sheath means snake, if that isn’t obvious. Named based off of Maleficent’s transformation in the Disney movie.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The team name being his name holds no significant purpose, just a bit of laziness on my part. And the fact that every other team name related to black is pretty much taken. The edge yo. It’s strong. Wish I had as much.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">May have written too much as well...my bad. I’ll practice abridging. Also I’m vaguely certain I messed up on a rule or two, specifically that semblance one. Anyway, this personal thought note over, my bad for taking up space.