Crux Silvar - The Mirrored Edge [Half-assed WIP]

APPEARANCE

Standing at approximately 5 feet 9 inches, Crux Silvar has purple eyes and hair similar in color to her last name. She wears black gloves with three rows of silver studs embedded on the back, alongside a black jacket, white button-down shirt and a red tie. Under this she wears a short black skirt, with the sheathes for Havoc and Dismay mounted on either side under normal circumstances on a belt wrapped almost haphazardly around her waist.

Her long, pinkish silver hair reaches down to just above her hips, and has a braid down her left side, tied in place with a simple black ribbon. She wears black, heeled boots with a silver buckle up near the top. The collar of her jacket flares out slightly, inversed to the collar of her shirt, which is folded down around her tie.

This generally never changes unless she feels like wearing something a bit more sporty, or unless she’s merely lazing around the house.

BACKSTORY

“Tell me about yourself, Crux. I want to know your story.”

“I was born in Seraile, to a human father and a hybrid mother. My life… was good, you could say. Exceptional, even. My father was a strong man, but he was no Hunter despite all his training. He ran a storefront selling weapon parts to the schools and Sanctuary. My mother… she was half Nevermore. You could see it in her eyes, how their crimson would almost seem to stare straight through you when she wasn’t in the best of moods. She had raven black hair, and fair skin. The only thing I share with her is our body type.

When I was seven I was sent off overseas to Vale to study at Signal. It was… strange at first. All those unfamiliar faces and an unfamiliar city I had to find myself in. I wasn’t without company though, my uncle was living there in the city, helping to set up for the Vytal Festival year after year. My years at Signal were… mostly, uneventful.”

“Mostly?”

“Yes, when I… when I was fourteen I saw the Massacre of Crystal Lake on the news. I… I’d lived in that town. It was where all my friends and family had been. I had a front row seat to my parents’ end. I could see my mother, with her crimson eyes and black hair, seeming to talk to the Ursa Major that had stopped before her. My father was at her back, with his daggers ready.

They… they didn’t make it. In a single moment I saw my mother betrayed by the same creatures she shared ancestors with. I watched both her and my father fall in a single moment. And the worst part is, when the light faded from her eyes I could see her fading. Disappearing like all the fallen Grimm in that town.

They said I fainted. Said I had a nervous meltdown and wouldn’t get up for days. I don’t remember any of that.

See… before then I had been at the bottom of my class. In danger of failing out. I didn’t have a reason. Nothing more then some childish dream concocted before I knew of the dangers and the work I’d have to put in. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to end up like my parents…

...So I swore to myself I wouldn’t. I’d use the tools I would learn to defend myself and all of Seraile. I’d be their guiding light, their Huntress. Their very own legend to call upon in their time of need. Within the next three years I went from the bottom of my class to the top, surpassing everyone who had been convinced I was done for.

Then came Beacon…

I had spent my first three years at that Academy just trying to find who I was. Who Crux Silvar was. I had no semblance. I was the joke of the class, despite being at the top. A fourth year without a semblance, and I couldn’t blame it on my mother. I didn’t even know how much of her Grimm side carried to me. Maybe I just didn’t have a semblance, just like the Hybrids.

The Vytal Festival. I was in my fourth year, and closing in fast on the end of my journey. My team and I had decided to enter so we could see how far we had come in the time we’d known one another.

Doubles round. It was me and Jackson, our self-titled “tank”, against two of Atlas’ finest students. We didn’t stand a chance…

Or at least that’s what we thought. Jack fell first, the two Atlesians closed in on him and dropped him before I could react. Or so I thought. His Aura had just been bordering on 20%, but it wasn’t quite there. In a final bid to win, he used his semblance to shield me from a strike that could’ve ended the tourny right there for us.

It absorbed the attack, but that was all he could do. He was below twenty percent. He was out. By all rights and reason it was over. I could see one of the students, a girl about my age, charging her semblance to end me. I couldn’t dodge it. She’d just blindside me with another.

I saw that fireball launch towards me, and I felt this surge of power. I wasn’t going to fall here. Not after everything I’d worked for. My mind flashed back to Jack’s shield, and the next thing I know there it was, stronger and blocking the blow without shattering at all. At first I’d thought my semblance was a protection one. I felt different, so I knew I must have discovered my semblance, right? I make a big shield to block shit.

Boy was I wrong.

I lunged forward as the shield faded, with Havoc and Dismay flashing out to deal with the girl. Her partner met me there first, blocking my blades with his own as he set his feet into position. I was a rush of Aura, the two members of my team that had been in the stands told me I had been glowing the whole damn time. He dropped his semblance as well, and I found myself falling. I found my footing on a falling rock and vaulted myself out of the hole he had just created, but for some reason I couldn’t get myself past that semblance of his. I kept thinking on how it would be useful in the situation I was faced with.

So I made a bid for my team. I prayed to whatever diety was watching me that I was right about my guess, and I ran straight for them. I saw the girl prepping another fireball, her partner’s sly smirk taunting me as I pushed off the ground. My Aura flared, and when I came back down it shattered the ground around me and them. They had fallen through, where the point I impacted with had been just sturdy enough that it didn’t fall apart. I glanced at the screen through the dust and silence to find that I was the only one who could still fight.

I was… interviewed extensively. Here was this girl, a fourth year in Beacon almost a Huntress. Who had never had a semblance before that day, completely dominating a team of Atlesian prodigies with their own semblances.”

“You used their abilities against them?”

“Yea. I did. And I felt damn good about it too. I was chosen to go on to the singles round, and I won there against some kid from Mistral. He was scared to use his semblance against me, and that cost him. I managed to win the Vytal Festival for Beacon that year. People were… scared of me. They were in awe of what I could do, but I didn’t think I deserved it. I was a copycat. There was no originality to my semblance. I copied the semblances of others. Put simply, I felt like a mirror. People saw themselves in me instead of seeing me. Although at the same time I guess I just wanted to be like everyone else.

But now here I am. In a dark room, talking to someone I probably shouldn’t be talking to.

Isn’t that right, C?”

PERSONALITY

Crux is an interesting specimen, especially around those of the opposing gender. While a skilled Huntress in her prime,she has a penchant for getting herself into trouble that is almost unmatched by anyone who knows her. This combines with the brash, flirtatious nature she so dearly covets to create a girl who can be quite unpredictable. She isn’t fazed by comments made on her “copycat” semblance, and rather uses those comments to further incite frustration in those who think they’re better then she is.

During battle her normal flirting and taunting are turned Up to Eleven, allowing her to aggravate quite a lot of people with almost no effort on her part.

She is rather heavily invested in her own survival and well-being as well, though not so much that she’d abandon someone she could potentially save, so long as she herself wouldn’t be slain in the process of doing so. As she puts it: “I’m dumb, not stupid.”

Her views on killing another human being shift depending on the potentially slain person’s own actions and disposition. She is one of few Faunus Rights Activists who show no real ties to any faunus in general, as she seems to know rather little about the subspecies as a whole. To that extent, she can often be caught saying rather cryptic things once every so often if she’s caught in a more serious mood.

As a professional Huntress, she sees those still learning as her inferiors, though not in a negative way. She tends to take on a more mentor-like demeanor around them, calmly advising them on their mistakes while still being more then happy to show her own skill off as well. She understands through her own tribulations that there are some fights you have to fight on your own, however, and will not step in on anyone’s battles should she not be pleaded to.

SEMBLANCE

Kagami Crux [Mirror Crux]
Crux copies the semblance of her opponent, mimicking their technique with the utmost accuracy. During this effect, her eyes take on a mirror-like appearance, a silver ring of light outlines by the rest of the purple in her irises. She can only copy a semblance after witnessing it herself, and can only copy again after one half minute to three minutes, based on the power of the semblance copied.

This ability is always in a passive state when not being utilized, but can only mimic semblances witnessed within the last three minutes.

WEAPONS

Name: Havoc and Dismay

Primary Form: A twin pair of dust-infused bladed tonfas that span the length of Crux’s forearms. They are a dark grey in color with a semi-adhesive, aura-based interface on the handle, allowing Crux to release bursts of dust-infused power at a moment’s notice during combat. The ends of the weaponry, where the blade comes to a point, are diamond-tipped to allow for maximum piercing potential whenever possible, with a larger area being tipped on the point furthest from the handle, down where the blade usually ends just past Crux’s elbow.

The blades themselves form a sort of hemispherical crescent shape, with a stylish spike on the outer side of the handle to act as a crossguard so that Crux’s hands don’t accidentally slip off should she encounter a deal of downward force on her hands. The semi-adhesive handles further prevent this by solidifying Crux’s hands firmly to the blade handles, preventing her from dropping the blades without first disengaging the aura interface beforehand.

Dismay is commonly held in Crux’s right hand in a reversed grip, with Havoc in her left hand held standard.

Secondary Form:

By utilizing the Aura interface, Crux can combine Havoc and Dismay to form Tyranny, a high-impact recurve bow. The blades split along segmented divides, and a thin aura-reactive beam forms between the diamond-tipped points on the top and bottom halves of the bow. A small slot opens on the inner side of Havoc’s blade- since Havoc is the bottom-most weapon, with Dismay being the upper half- to allow input of Dust magazines of varying type to augment the effects of the bow.

The spikes on the ends of the weapon shift position slightly, and begin to spin much like tires would on a car. This is due to the fair amount of Kinetic Dust utilized when these two pieces were formed, with their purpose being to accelerate the fired projectiles to an astonishing rate, almost to the same speed at which a bullet would fire.

The segmented portions are held together by a highly-durable compound that resists tearing, keeping the bow and the blades from being cut apart from a lucky strike from an opponent’s blade. Additionally, the bladed portions of the bow, which face outwards, can be utilized as a close-quarters weapon without the need to switch forms, although they lose the ability to utilize Dust in their melee strikes.

Tertiary Form:

In their third form, Havoc and Dismay are able to rotate their blades about their hilt, turning them from bladed tonfas into dust-infused shortswords. This form is primarily used for storage purposes, but can indeed be used for combat in much the same way as the primary form should the need ever arrive.

BANE/BOON

Your character's strengths and weaknesses and shit.
You MUST have weaknesses equal or greater to the number of strengths, with at least ONE weakness being combat-related.

Nobody is perfect. Mary Sues will not be tolerated. No matter what their backstory says.

OTHER

This is where bonus stuff not covered in the other areas of this ENTIRE template will go. This doesn't include the essentials like Age and whatnot, those get covered in different areas. This is for stuff like favorite food, color, whatever. I've already shown these scroll. I have no reason to do so again.

OOC

NAME: iDrakios
CHARACTER THEME (if any):
FACECLAIM: DANGANRONPA, kyouko kirigiri as Crux Silvar
OTHER CHARACTERS: @tag