Post by Kos Mos Bluu on Dec 2, 2020 11:03:00 GMT -5
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A name holds meaning
[attr=class,char-name]Kos Mos Bluu
A name holds meaning
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Date of Birth: October 24, 1AV
Species: Human
Romantic Orientation: Pansexual
Aura Color: Electric Blue
Height: 180cm
Weight: 63kg
Color Naming Rule: Kos Mos hold no real meaning other than its fun to say with Bluu. Bluu being a play on the word color blue.
Semblance Name: Electromagnokinesis
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Manipulator
Primary Category: Hazard
Secondary Category: Obstacle
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Kos Mos has the manipulator semblance of electromagnokinesis, which allows the wielder to create magnetic and electrical forces in/around them to manipulate metal
Description of Semblance: By manipulating the electromagnet force around them, Kos Mos can pull and push most matter that is magnetic(metals) within a 10-12 meter range around them. Strong enough to allow the object to punch through stone when used against while moving fairly quickly. While under her control, the metal has vast free of movement, within her range, allowing her to use them as attacks or distractions. However, she can not change the shape or size of the metals. If she has metal on or along her arms and legs, she can hover for a short time, but at a drain to her aura. When used at full power, blue lightning dots her body with sparks of lightning from her eyes. However, since leaving the war and army Kos, Mos mostly use this power in her mechanical work, often being at a center of tools like tornado in her workshop.
Drawbacks of Semblance: While she can manipulate objects away from her body Kos Mos can not manipulate metal on other people's bodies as their aura conflicts with her own. Strong elector attack may also disrupt her own magnetic field, causing her to lose control of her metals. She is limited to only connecting and controlling a handful of smaller metals or one big object at a time, with connecting to more adding a greater cost to her aura to maintain its control.
Weapon Name: KRISS Vector class, model 2.1 custom
Rank of Weapon(s): F
Category: Combatants
Description of Weapons(s): A custom made vector sub machine made to fold upon itself to allow for easy carry. She also keeps a steel baton for CQC that can switch between it blunt from and a bladed shortsword.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Piloting skills
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social
Description of Non-Combat Ability: While still mostly trainee level Kos Mos has gone through basic training for piloting smaller airships.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Mechanical Engineer
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Using her time in the Army to learn something other than killing Kos, Mos has a fairly good understanding of mechanic skills. Now use her skills to help upkeep the group equipment.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Hidden Talent
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: D
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Never much of a showboating type Kos Mos has always had a talent for singing long before any training.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: PMC Training
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: It's hard to teach an old dog a new trick, but sometimes those old tricks keep you alive. Using her skills from the war Kos Mos has sharp eyes for the dangers around. From the mundane of someone trying to tail her to the extreme of watching the crowd of people for threats.
Name of Combat Ability: Finger Discipline(Marksmanship)
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Category: Combatants
Description of Combat Ability: While not a sharpshooter Kos Mos steady hand and quick fingers can almost always land her shots at center mass.
Name of Combat Ability: Self-defence(Martial arts)
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Category: Combatants
Description of Combat Ability: Train mainly for defending herself and those around her.
Primary Drive: To find her place in this world. To find that family she never knew growing up and never returning her early years living on the streets and fighting.
Fears: Kos Mos's main fear is cleithrophobia, resulting from an incident during the war. As a result, Kos Mos always make it a habit of knowing where and how she can exit where ever she is. She also dislikes birds.
Style of Self-Expression: Cold, shy, monotone, oddball. These are a few words Kos Mos has been called over the years by people who have never taken the time to meet the woman behind the mask. While coming off as a shy and quiet girl who might hide away from the world, she often surprises most people. While she is quiet Kos Mos is more than willing to join in on the action around her. Often lend her skills from over the years to the other girls in the group in misadventures or building weird and odd things for them. While she never had a real family growing up Kos Mos treasure the few who are close to her. Having spent most of her early years on her own trust isn't something she gives away freely and must be earned.
Kos Mos has a hard time matching faces with names. Which leads her to make nicknames for most people around her.
Most Important Thing: The people she deems close enough to be called family. While unsure of it at first, Kos Mos quickly grew attracted to her new life in the spotlight. However, it isn't the fame she fell in love with but the people. Her 'Idol family'. Although still new to it all she has taken to the others, even the Manager, often takes upon herself to keep an eye out for some of the younger members. Despite leaving her old life behind, she would not hesitate to use everything she learned from five years of war to make whoever hurt them very short life a living hell.
Much of Kos Mos's early life is a mystery to even herself before her own memories of growing up one of many in a Atlas orphanage. The most she ever learns was she was dropped off as a small child with no note or paper. With not even a name for the small child, the people of the Maiden Saint orphanage named her Blue, on her Blue hair. Despite the name of the place, it was anything but a place that deserves Saint's title. Overcrowded, it was not uncommon to go a day without food or even have a moment alone with one thought. Leading to her running away more than a few times in her early teens.
A common act of her she repeated over the years before finally slipped away for good around what she believed to be her eleven or twelve birthday. Oddly, enough life on the street was a slight improvement to her life, at least somewhat. During this time, she discovers two talents that she would continue to develop for the rest of her life. Tinkering with mechanical and singing. Both of which she put to work either performing on street for tips or fixing broken things she found to try pawning them.
However, as she got older she was getting tired. Without an education beyond knowing her numbers and letters, there was not much choice for her. She knew she would not ever allow herself to return to the orphanage or get put into the system. She wanted freedom and the means to take it with her own two hands. Even if it meant she would be selling that freedom away for a few years before getting it. So she did something some agreed with, but most called her a fool for. Kos Mos sign up for the Army.
Signing up had been the hardest part of her short time as a recruit. Her lack of papers and info cause her to jump through more than a few hoops as they background checked everything she said. After days of checking up on her life, or what little there were, Blue was almost afraid she would be rejected. Thankfully she got the call and she was shipped off for Bootcamp.
Oddly enough life in boot camp was rather enjoyable for Blue than many she shared the time with. A dry mostly warm bed with a guaranteed hot meal was more than she could ask for. Her time of working and living on the street also made the training far more bearable than most. Sure, she was not in the best shape, but she knew full well how to push herself, and the scream and shouts of the drill sergeant hardly fazed her.
Grey hardly looked like the scrawny kid who had first joined after the fourteen-week of average basic training. Now well feed with muscle she looked every bit the solder she had pretended to be. However, the next four years would change her life far more than she could have ever known. As her original plan was to keep her head down and do whatever was easiest and safest. A plan went out of the window with the start of the Faunus War! Something she very much did not want to get involved with.
Given the task of reinforcing their forces in the south of Atlas, Blue Company moved out with her being tasked with escort duty in a squad. It was supported to have been an easy job of escorting a supply truck to their base, but Blue quickly learn nothing is ever easy in war. Halfway to their destination, their convoy was hit by an IED. Blowing a chunk of the supply truck, which Blue was in, killing her battle buddy within seconds.
Making her way outside Blue joined the firefight taking a bullet to her shoulder upon exiting. It was during this desperate fight for survival that Blue's aura awakens along with her semblance. By using her semblance, she helped push back the attacker just long enough for back up to arrive. Losing three for the eight they had started out on in the bloody fight.
Now with a taste for battle Blue wanted nothing more than to get far away from it, but knew her chance for that was long gone. With the loss they took from the attack, Blue was moved to join her company's engineers' ranks. Being tossed out with on the job training as she quickly had to learn when necessary to fix and when to shoot.
There she spent a chunk of the warfighting. Eventually earning her the nickname Kos Mos Bluu from her fellow soldiers after singing a few songs one boring afternoon. Getting the named the unit Idol, half of which she suspected was teasing her while some might have even meant it. Still, with no real name of her own and this one being given to her by her new family Blue surprised everyone when she formally took Kos Mos Bluu for her full name.
While never taking part in any major battle Kos Mos made a name for herself in her small corner of the world over time earning her the rank of Specialist and even commanding a few mission herself. However, the year after the Battle of Fort Castle Kos Mos was honestly thankful when she heard the news that the war was over. Even if it meant her side had lost in the end. This soon raised a new question for the young woman about what she would now do with her life.
It had become evident to her during the war that she would never be allowed to advance very far in the military without some sort of overly great achievement. With most of the higher positions saved with people of power or nobles who had "earn" the spots. Angry, but without a better idea Kos Mos ended up staying in the Atlas military for another year before resigning. Having noticeably clearly seen the wall she now hit Kos Mos was tired of being told where to go and who to kill.
So with an honorable discharge from the army and for the first time in her life free with the means to travel Kos Mos did just that. For the next few years, she travels around the Kingdoms seeing everything she only read about as a child, before slowly finding herself growing restless. With money slowly, but surely, growing low she began to think about the next part of her life. It was during this time that she found herself in the Kingdom of Mistral.
At first, she thought about trying her hands at the Huntsmen lifestyle but toss the idea after seeing all the work that would be needed. She was already past the entre age-limited and her lack of paper made it even more of a headache to try. So instead she took an odd job that happens to have caught her eye. Some group needed help setting up for concerts and it paid well. With over four years of dealing with the army, this was a cakewalk. Yet, she surprised everyone during the set up when she sang on the mic to check the levels.
This was how a poor war orphan went from living on the street, fighting in a war she did not want, before traveling the world to now hopefully finding the place she might belong in this big lonely world.
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[attr=class,main-title-left unaffiliated]Character Traits
Date of Birth: October 24, 1AV
Species: Human
Romantic Orientation: Pansexual
Aura Color: Electric Blue
Height: 180cm
Weight: 63kg
Color Naming Rule: Kos Mos hold no real meaning other than its fun to say with Bluu. Bluu being a play on the word color blue.
[attr=class,main-title-right unaffiliated]Combat And Inventory
[attr=class,title]Semblance
Semblance Name: Electromagnokinesis
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Manipulator
Primary Category: Hazard
Secondary Category: Obstacle
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Kos Mos has the manipulator semblance of electromagnokinesis, which allows the wielder to create magnetic and electrical forces in/around them to manipulate metal
Description of Semblance: By manipulating the electromagnet force around them, Kos Mos can pull and push most matter that is magnetic(metals) within a 10-12 meter range around them. Strong enough to allow the object to punch through stone when used against while moving fairly quickly. While under her control, the metal has vast free of movement, within her range, allowing her to use them as attacks or distractions. However, she can not change the shape or size of the metals. If she has metal on or along her arms and legs, she can hover for a short time, but at a drain to her aura. When used at full power, blue lightning dots her body with sparks of lightning from her eyes. However, since leaving the war and army Kos, Mos mostly use this power in her mechanical work, often being at a center of tools like tornado in her workshop.
Drawbacks of Semblance: While she can manipulate objects away from her body Kos Mos can not manipulate metal on other people's bodies as their aura conflicts with her own. Strong elector attack may also disrupt her own magnetic field, causing her to lose control of her metals. She is limited to only connecting and controlling a handful of smaller metals or one big object at a time, with connecting to more adding a greater cost to her aura to maintain its control.
[attr=class,title]Weapon(s)
Weapon Name: KRISS Vector class, model 2.1 custom
Rank of Weapon(s): F
Category: Combatants
Description of Weapons(s): A custom made vector sub machine made to fold upon itself to allow for easy carry. She also keeps a steel baton for CQC that can switch between it blunt from and a bladed shortsword.
[attr=class,title]Non-Combat Abilities
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Piloting skills
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social
Description of Non-Combat Ability: While still mostly trainee level Kos Mos has gone through basic training for piloting smaller airships.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Mechanical Engineer
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Using her time in the Army to learn something other than killing Kos, Mos has a fairly good understanding of mechanic skills. Now use her skills to help upkeep the group equipment.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Hidden Talent
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: D
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Never much of a showboating type Kos Mos has always had a talent for singing long before any training.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: PMC Training
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F
Category: Social.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: It's hard to teach an old dog a new trick, but sometimes those old tricks keep you alive. Using her skills from the war Kos Mos has sharp eyes for the dangers around. From the mundane of someone trying to tail her to the extreme of watching the crowd of people for threats.
[attr=class,title]Combat Abilities
Name of Combat Ability: Finger Discipline(Marksmanship)
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Category: Combatants
Description of Combat Ability: While not a sharpshooter Kos Mos steady hand and quick fingers can almost always land her shots at center mass.
Name of Combat Ability: Self-defence(Martial arts)
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Category: Combatants
Description of Combat Ability: Train mainly for defending herself and those around her.
[attr=class,main-title-left unaffiliated]Character Information
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Primary Drive: To find her place in this world. To find that family she never knew growing up and never returning her early years living on the streets and fighting.
Fears: Kos Mos's main fear is cleithrophobia, resulting from an incident during the war. As a result, Kos Mos always make it a habit of knowing where and how she can exit where ever she is. She also dislikes birds.
Style of Self-Expression: Cold, shy, monotone, oddball. These are a few words Kos Mos has been called over the years by people who have never taken the time to meet the woman behind the mask. While coming off as a shy and quiet girl who might hide away from the world, she often surprises most people. While she is quiet Kos Mos is more than willing to join in on the action around her. Often lend her skills from over the years to the other girls in the group in misadventures or building weird and odd things for them. While she never had a real family growing up Kos Mos treasure the few who are close to her. Having spent most of her early years on her own trust isn't something she gives away freely and must be earned.
Kos Mos has a hard time matching faces with names. Which leads her to make nicknames for most people around her.
Most Important Thing: The people she deems close enough to be called family. While unsure of it at first, Kos Mos quickly grew attracted to her new life in the spotlight. However, it isn't the fame she fell in love with but the people. Her 'Idol family'. Although still new to it all she has taken to the others, even the Manager, often takes upon herself to keep an eye out for some of the younger members. Despite leaving her old life behind, she would not hesitate to use everything she learned from five years of war to make whoever hurt them very short life a living hell.
[attr=class,title]History Freeform
Much of Kos Mos's early life is a mystery to even herself before her own memories of growing up one of many in a Atlas orphanage. The most she ever learns was she was dropped off as a small child with no note or paper. With not even a name for the small child, the people of the Maiden Saint orphanage named her Blue, on her Blue hair. Despite the name of the place, it was anything but a place that deserves Saint's title. Overcrowded, it was not uncommon to go a day without food or even have a moment alone with one thought. Leading to her running away more than a few times in her early teens.
A common act of her she repeated over the years before finally slipped away for good around what she believed to be her eleven or twelve birthday. Oddly, enough life on the street was a slight improvement to her life, at least somewhat. During this time, she discovers two talents that she would continue to develop for the rest of her life. Tinkering with mechanical and singing. Both of which she put to work either performing on street for tips or fixing broken things she found to try pawning them.
However, as she got older she was getting tired. Without an education beyond knowing her numbers and letters, there was not much choice for her. She knew she would not ever allow herself to return to the orphanage or get put into the system. She wanted freedom and the means to take it with her own two hands. Even if it meant she would be selling that freedom away for a few years before getting it. So she did something some agreed with, but most called her a fool for. Kos Mos sign up for the Army.
Signing up had been the hardest part of her short time as a recruit. Her lack of papers and info cause her to jump through more than a few hoops as they background checked everything she said. After days of checking up on her life, or what little there were, Blue was almost afraid she would be rejected. Thankfully she got the call and she was shipped off for Bootcamp.
Oddly enough life in boot camp was rather enjoyable for Blue than many she shared the time with. A dry mostly warm bed with a guaranteed hot meal was more than she could ask for. Her time of working and living on the street also made the training far more bearable than most. Sure, she was not in the best shape, but she knew full well how to push herself, and the scream and shouts of the drill sergeant hardly fazed her.
Grey hardly looked like the scrawny kid who had first joined after the fourteen-week of average basic training. Now well feed with muscle she looked every bit the solder she had pretended to be. However, the next four years would change her life far more than she could have ever known. As her original plan was to keep her head down and do whatever was easiest and safest. A plan went out of the window with the start of the Faunus War! Something she very much did not want to get involved with.
Given the task of reinforcing their forces in the south of Atlas, Blue Company moved out with her being tasked with escort duty in a squad. It was supported to have been an easy job of escorting a supply truck to their base, but Blue quickly learn nothing is ever easy in war. Halfway to their destination, their convoy was hit by an IED. Blowing a chunk of the supply truck, which Blue was in, killing her battle buddy within seconds.
Making her way outside Blue joined the firefight taking a bullet to her shoulder upon exiting. It was during this desperate fight for survival that Blue's aura awakens along with her semblance. By using her semblance, she helped push back the attacker just long enough for back up to arrive. Losing three for the eight they had started out on in the bloody fight.
Now with a taste for battle Blue wanted nothing more than to get far away from it, but knew her chance for that was long gone. With the loss they took from the attack, Blue was moved to join her company's engineers' ranks. Being tossed out with on the job training as she quickly had to learn when necessary to fix and when to shoot.
There she spent a chunk of the warfighting. Eventually earning her the nickname Kos Mos Bluu from her fellow soldiers after singing a few songs one boring afternoon. Getting the named the unit Idol, half of which she suspected was teasing her while some might have even meant it. Still, with no real name of her own and this one being given to her by her new family Blue surprised everyone when she formally took Kos Mos Bluu for her full name.
While never taking part in any major battle Kos Mos made a name for herself in her small corner of the world over time earning her the rank of Specialist and even commanding a few mission herself. However, the year after the Battle of Fort Castle Kos Mos was honestly thankful when she heard the news that the war was over. Even if it meant her side had lost in the end. This soon raised a new question for the young woman about what she would now do with her life.
It had become evident to her during the war that she would never be allowed to advance very far in the military without some sort of overly great achievement. With most of the higher positions saved with people of power or nobles who had "earn" the spots. Angry, but without a better idea Kos Mos ended up staying in the Atlas military for another year before resigning. Having noticeably clearly seen the wall she now hit Kos Mos was tired of being told where to go and who to kill.
So with an honorable discharge from the army and for the first time in her life free with the means to travel Kos Mos did just that. For the next few years, she travels around the Kingdoms seeing everything she only read about as a child, before slowly finding herself growing restless. With money slowly, but surely, growing low she began to think about the next part of her life. It was during this time that she found herself in the Kingdom of Mistral.
At first, she thought about trying her hands at the Huntsmen lifestyle but toss the idea after seeing all the work that would be needed. She was already past the entre age-limited and her lack of paper made it even more of a headache to try. So instead she took an odd job that happens to have caught her eye. Some group needed help setting up for concerts and it paid well. With over four years of dealing with the army, this was a cakewalk. Yet, she surprised everyone during the set up when she sang on the mic to check the levels.
This was how a poor war orphan went from living on the street, fighting in a war she did not want, before traveling the world to now hopefully finding the place she might belong in this big lonely world.
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