Post by Nikolas Burzanov on Apr 3, 2019 15:31:38 GMT -5
Nikolas Burzanov
" Heroes do the right thing. I’m no hero."
 | Age 20 Gender Male Faction Haven Academy Tier Freshman Face Claim Karna from Fate/Apocrypha OOC Name WingsofRequiem / Wings |
Character Traits
Date of Birth: 21st June, 04 AV
Species: Human
Hometown: Mistral
Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual
Hair Color/Style: Nikolas has medium-long straight hair that is devoid of any pigmentation, appearing to be absolutely snow white. His hair is choppy and uneven, usually always having a wind-ruffled look to it, falling down to the base of his neck at the back and his bangs reach down to his lips. His hair is quite dense, each single strand light on its own, so it is easy for them to start following the caresses of wind, the coloration making them usually tinted by whatever color the source of light is.
Eye Color: Nikolas has strikingly grey eyes, appearing almost like liquid quicksilver in the light, or storm clouds in the shade, aided further by the texture of the irises making his eyes one of the most prominent features about him.
Aura Color: White
Height: 6 feet 2 inches / 193 centimetres
Weight: 165 pounds / 75 kilograms
Appearance: At first glance, Nikolas can capture the attention of many. He has regally good looks, nothing over the top yet with an elegant grace to it. His face has a long structure, with a sharp chin and similarly angled jawline. His cheekbones rest somewhat high, and he has a nose with a slightly upraised, narrow tip. His eyes have a piercing quality to their shape and angle, further emphasized by his grey eyes. His skin is a pale shade of white, almost unnaturally so, and, combined with his hair and eyes, almost give him the appearance of a ghost or spirit. He stands at a somewhat tall height, with a slim body that is difficult for him to pack weight on. However, with what weight he does have, his body is finely trained, muscles visible with a lazy sort of definition, not the body of a bodybuilder, but the body of someone used to pushing his muscles.
He has numerous small scars on his arms from various cuts. He has three narrow scars on his left side where a Grimm's claws had raked him. He has several small circular scars on his upper arms from stubbing cigarettes onto himself.
However, despite the unnatural elegance that he seemingly has at first glance, things tend to sour the more someone looks at him. His eyes hold a harsh, contemptuous glint to it, usually half-lidded in a bored way. His lips are usually in various states of negative expression, from indifference to sneers and sometimes smirks. There is a strange kind of arrogance in the way he walks and holds himself, a lazy kind of grace that comes with someone used to thinking of everyone around them as lesser. That, combined with the stillness that he can stand with, and the way his presence seems to radiate outwards beyond his physical stature, makes most people wary of him from looks alone. He seemingly exudes an aura of both casual arrogance and lethal calm, like the calm before a storm.
He usually dresses in black and white clothing, occasionally opting for red or blue accents. His style in clothing usually leans towards a blend of practically and elegance, and he is no stranger to overdressing for events. He prefers wearing button down shirts a lot, always managing to dress up to look cas-formal or semi-formal.
Following the Argus Limited escort mission, Nikolas received scarring caused by lightning dust. The scars are visible on his chest, mostly on the right side of his pectorals, with some of it reaching up to is shoulder and barely to the right side of his neck. His nose also has faint white lines, mostly invisible due to his skin coloration, from the surgery that repaired his shattered nose.
Personality: Nikolas is somewhat… neurotic. Not eccentric by any means, but unpredictable. In most cases, he is reserved and distant, yet that doesn’t make him antisocial. He does not balk from conversation, nor from putting in his own words whenever he wants to. He absolutely loves verbally sparring with someone, and will, in many cases, intentionally say things that tend to scathe or provoke. He is the kind of person who can be loud with his silence, the kind of person who doesn’t need to shout to be heard. He normally utilizes a lot of sarcasm and mockery, usually coming off as antagonistic or outright hostile to people. However, that is usually just his deflection on reflex. He doesn’t really mean to hurt others with his words, but he finds it hard not to given how he communicates. Subconsciously he perhaps accepts this to a degree, as he is somewhat afraid of forming close personal bonds. In a social setting, Nikolas will usually speak up here and there, almost always sarcastic or disrespectful. His tongue is as quick and sharp as his spear. People who can match his verbal attacks usually quickly find themselves gaining Nikolas’ approval, as he loves banter.
Most of the time, he comes off as a person who doesn’t really care, someone who is quite arrogant and selfish, even apathetic. However, that doesn’t mean he really is those things. For one thing, Nikolas is honest. Extremely so. He loves to skirt the truth through the use of half-truths, sarcasm and vague answers, but he rarely lies. One of the things he values the most is trust, and if he gives his word, he will keep it to his utmost ability. His cynical, arrogant mask is usually impenetrable, but during certain moments, the real person underneath can shine through the cracks. He is a man who holds Justice highly, who values loyalty and trust, who absolutely despises betrayal. He loathes himself, yet accepts himself, which is where his greatest mental strength lies. Unlike the others, he doesn’t fool himself into thinking he’s a good person. On the contrary, he will always take the opportunity to seemingly show himself in a bad light. However, it is because he is the kind of person who doesn’t balk from blood on his hands. He does not balk from hard decisions, does not hesitate in committing unthinkable actions if he thinks it will prove to be the right course for the greater good. This, ofcourse, causes a lot of internal strife. Once, Nikolas has found himself torn between his two ideals; Honesty and Justice. Whether to sacrifice trust for the greater good, or to sacrifice the outcome to keep his word.
Nikolas usually maintains his composure extremely well behind his mask of sardonic carelessness. However, even he is not undauntable, and when he gets serious, it is a farcry from his usual attitude. It is always immediately evident in him when he loses his composure to anger or hatred. He goes quiet, no more mocking quips, no more verbal assaults, and that strange stillness to him seems to sharpen to razor-like quality. His voice, when he does speak, no longer holds the lazy drawl to it, but rather a lethal kind of quietness.
And, when alone, Nikolas is usually content to simply brood over a book or music. He likes tea, hates coffee. A cup of tea and a good book will have him burn through hours of a day. He also smokes a lot, despite knowing its not good for him, nor those around him. When questioned about it, he usually responds with a sarcastic, self-deprecating answer.
In conclusion, Nikolas is a very difficult individual to understand and interpret. A man of conflicting ideals that are constantly raging within him, underneath a mask of playful, yet venomous at times, wit. He is about as predictable as the weather, which is to say, not very predictable at all. A lovely cloudy day one second, a vicious storm the next.
Species: Human
Hometown: Mistral
Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual
Hair Color/Style: Nikolas has medium-long straight hair that is devoid of any pigmentation, appearing to be absolutely snow white. His hair is choppy and uneven, usually always having a wind-ruffled look to it, falling down to the base of his neck at the back and his bangs reach down to his lips. His hair is quite dense, each single strand light on its own, so it is easy for them to start following the caresses of wind, the coloration making them usually tinted by whatever color the source of light is.
Eye Color: Nikolas has strikingly grey eyes, appearing almost like liquid quicksilver in the light, or storm clouds in the shade, aided further by the texture of the irises making his eyes one of the most prominent features about him.
Aura Color: White
Height: 6 feet 2 inches / 193 centimetres
Weight: 165 pounds / 75 kilograms
Appearance: At first glance, Nikolas can capture the attention of many. He has regally good looks, nothing over the top yet with an elegant grace to it. His face has a long structure, with a sharp chin and similarly angled jawline. His cheekbones rest somewhat high, and he has a nose with a slightly upraised, narrow tip. His eyes have a piercing quality to their shape and angle, further emphasized by his grey eyes. His skin is a pale shade of white, almost unnaturally so, and, combined with his hair and eyes, almost give him the appearance of a ghost or spirit. He stands at a somewhat tall height, with a slim body that is difficult for him to pack weight on. However, with what weight he does have, his body is finely trained, muscles visible with a lazy sort of definition, not the body of a bodybuilder, but the body of someone used to pushing his muscles.
He has numerous small scars on his arms from various cuts. He has three narrow scars on his left side where a Grimm's claws had raked him. He has several small circular scars on his upper arms from stubbing cigarettes onto himself.
However, despite the unnatural elegance that he seemingly has at first glance, things tend to sour the more someone looks at him. His eyes hold a harsh, contemptuous glint to it, usually half-lidded in a bored way. His lips are usually in various states of negative expression, from indifference to sneers and sometimes smirks. There is a strange kind of arrogance in the way he walks and holds himself, a lazy kind of grace that comes with someone used to thinking of everyone around them as lesser. That, combined with the stillness that he can stand with, and the way his presence seems to radiate outwards beyond his physical stature, makes most people wary of him from looks alone. He seemingly exudes an aura of both casual arrogance and lethal calm, like the calm before a storm.
He usually dresses in black and white clothing, occasionally opting for red or blue accents. His style in clothing usually leans towards a blend of practically and elegance, and he is no stranger to overdressing for events. He prefers wearing button down shirts a lot, always managing to dress up to look cas-formal or semi-formal.
Following the Argus Limited escort mission, Nikolas received scarring caused by lightning dust. The scars are visible on his chest, mostly on the right side of his pectorals, with some of it reaching up to is shoulder and barely to the right side of his neck. His nose also has faint white lines, mostly invisible due to his skin coloration, from the surgery that repaired his shattered nose.
Personality: Nikolas is somewhat… neurotic. Not eccentric by any means, but unpredictable. In most cases, he is reserved and distant, yet that doesn’t make him antisocial. He does not balk from conversation, nor from putting in his own words whenever he wants to. He absolutely loves verbally sparring with someone, and will, in many cases, intentionally say things that tend to scathe or provoke. He is the kind of person who can be loud with his silence, the kind of person who doesn’t need to shout to be heard. He normally utilizes a lot of sarcasm and mockery, usually coming off as antagonistic or outright hostile to people. However, that is usually just his deflection on reflex. He doesn’t really mean to hurt others with his words, but he finds it hard not to given how he communicates. Subconsciously he perhaps accepts this to a degree, as he is somewhat afraid of forming close personal bonds. In a social setting, Nikolas will usually speak up here and there, almost always sarcastic or disrespectful. His tongue is as quick and sharp as his spear. People who can match his verbal attacks usually quickly find themselves gaining Nikolas’ approval, as he loves banter.
Most of the time, he comes off as a person who doesn’t really care, someone who is quite arrogant and selfish, even apathetic. However, that doesn’t mean he really is those things. For one thing, Nikolas is honest. Extremely so. He loves to skirt the truth through the use of half-truths, sarcasm and vague answers, but he rarely lies. One of the things he values the most is trust, and if he gives his word, he will keep it to his utmost ability. His cynical, arrogant mask is usually impenetrable, but during certain moments, the real person underneath can shine through the cracks. He is a man who holds Justice highly, who values loyalty and trust, who absolutely despises betrayal. He loathes himself, yet accepts himself, which is where his greatest mental strength lies. Unlike the others, he doesn’t fool himself into thinking he’s a good person. On the contrary, he will always take the opportunity to seemingly show himself in a bad light. However, it is because he is the kind of person who doesn’t balk from blood on his hands. He does not balk from hard decisions, does not hesitate in committing unthinkable actions if he thinks it will prove to be the right course for the greater good. This, ofcourse, causes a lot of internal strife. Once, Nikolas has found himself torn between his two ideals; Honesty and Justice. Whether to sacrifice trust for the greater good, or to sacrifice the outcome to keep his word.
Nikolas usually maintains his composure extremely well behind his mask of sardonic carelessness. However, even he is not undauntable, and when he gets serious, it is a farcry from his usual attitude. It is always immediately evident in him when he loses his composure to anger or hatred. He goes quiet, no more mocking quips, no more verbal assaults, and that strange stillness to him seems to sharpen to razor-like quality. His voice, when he does speak, no longer holds the lazy drawl to it, but rather a lethal kind of quietness.
And, when alone, Nikolas is usually content to simply brood over a book or music. He likes tea, hates coffee. A cup of tea and a good book will have him burn through hours of a day. He also smokes a lot, despite knowing its not good for him, nor those around him. When questioned about it, he usually responds with a sarcastic, self-deprecating answer.
In conclusion, Nikolas is a very difficult individual to understand and interpret. A man of conflicting ideals that are constantly raging within him, underneath a mask of playful, yet venomous at times, wit. He is about as predictable as the weather, which is to say, not very predictable at all. A lovely cloudy day one second, a vicious storm the next.
Combat & Inventory
Storm Heart
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Transformation
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Storm Heart is a transformation semblance that creates an area of strong winds that buffet the opponent, causing exhaustion and the silenced condition while enemies are within the area of effect.
Description of Semblance: In short, Stormheart manifests as a mostly defensive spherical zone around Nikolas, causing a miniature hurricane of sorts of sheer wind force when he releases the transformation. This ability is mostly is used in combat, allowing Nikolas to bring up a tempest of wind around him that acts as somewhat of a barrier. Anyone in close combat with Nikolas will be buffeted by the winds and, depending on the environment, moisture or dust.
The winds that swirl around are constantly roaring and howling with their intensity and speed, causing aural distortion and therefore, problems with hearing or speaking for anyone within the area of effect. Similarly, due to the strength and speed of the winds whipping around, it would be very difficult to fight within it as anyone moving in the area would be having to battle the wind, tiring them out much faster than normal.
The range of the ability does not change with rank. Due to how it works and functions, it always maintains an F Rank Range, the range of a small room, 5-7 meters, around Nikolas himself.
This range actually consists of two rings. The Inner ring is a safe-zone close to Nikolas himself, and the Outer ring is the maximum range of the ability, explained above. This allows Nikolas to remain relatively untouched by his own winds and storms, including anyone who might be holding onto him.The inner ‘safezone’ range is 30cm around Nikolas. Anyone within this safezone, Nikolas included, is unaffected by the ability. But for someone to be in this zone, they would have to be pretty much hugging Nikolas.
At E Rank, maximum intensity of the winds is strong enough to shove a standard person back, while normally it moderately impedes movement within the storm.
At E Rank, ability lasts for a total of 3 turns, with another 3 turn cooldown period before it can be used again.
This ability itself does not inflict any direct physical damage.
Benefits include
Air creation (fixed at F range and unable to be manipulated), mentioned and explained above.
Silence Debuff; At E rank, causes distortion of spoken words and heard sounds due to the roaring of the wind, inhibiting one's ability to speak or hear. Is constantly reapplied as long as the targets are within the ability, but instantly wears off if they leave the area of effect.
Exhaustion Debuff; At E rank, deals damage that bypasses toughness and applies directly to stamina. It reapplies every turn as long as the targets are within the ability, but instantly wears off if they leave the area of effect.
Drawbacks of Semblance: While a powerful advantage in close combat, this ability does not directly cause any damage, other than strongly affecting an opponent’s ability to fight in melee.
The AoE can affect allies as well as enemies.
The Range is always limited to F Rank Range, regardless of the Ability’s actual rank.
It is mostly useless against high density projectiles (eg; bullets).
It impedes visibility for Nikolas, any opponents or allies within the range, especially in environments with a lot of water, snow or dust.
It lasts for 3 turns at its current rank, and cannot be used for 3 more turns after it ends as a cooldown period.
Stahlblesk [Steel Lightning]
Rank of Weapon(s): D
Description of Weapons(s): Stahlblesk, like many weapons, has both melee and ranged capabilities.
It takes the form of a peculiar spear, with a sweeping blade-head that could be a sword within its own rights, a crossguard right below the blade. This makes it somewhat top-heavy, allowing it to be swung with unexpected force behind it for a spear. It’s total length is 8 feet/240 centimetres, with 3 feet belonging to the blade itself. The blade seems to have a two-pronged build, with a small gap in the middle of the blade, going down to its halfway point, where a barrel is visible. It is entirely constructed of various metal alloys, the handle being a dark gunmetal, the blade’s spine being a dark steel while the edge is a bright silver.
The very end of the weapon has a red ribbon usually tied to it, with a length of 1 foot / 30.5 cm. This ribbon serves no purpose other than as an ornament as well a distraction to draw the eye to the bright red color, away from the blade.
The pole itself is actually the body of the ranged portion of the gun, being somewhat rectangular in shape. A magazine locks into place right above the top hand-hold of the spear, while a trigger rests near the bottom hand-hold. A bolt and case ejector rests between the two. When utilized for range, it acts like a bolt action sniper rifle. Each shot is a powerful caliber, shot from the barrel in the middle of the bladehead, but also requires the bolt to be pulled back then back into place, manually ejecting the spent cartridge and chambering another round, limiting its fire-rate and use. The larger than average caliber, along with the size of the magazine, also means that each magazine only contains 5 rounds before needing to be reloaded. However, with how the weapon is usually wielded, and the lack of a stock to absorb recoil, it means the weapon is not very accurate over great range in the midst of combat, better used mid-close range. There is also another, smaller trigger below the lower grip, which activates Błyskawica. The Cartridge for Błyskawica must be manually reloaded by unlatching a specific part of the upper receiver, near the bolt and chambering system.
Non-Combat Abilities
Combat Abilities
Name of Combat Ability: Enhanced Agility
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: Nikolas is quick on his feet in combat, being able to utilize some nimbleness in his movements, allowing him better ease with dodging threats or repositioning. This also lets him do some acrobatic maneuvers, such as basic free-running or basic flips and landing techniques.
Name of Combat Ability: Howling Gale [Martial Arts]
Rank of Combat Ability: E Rank
Description of Combat Ability: Nikolas' unique fighting style with Stahlblesk, born from the years spent in the wilderness and forged within his first year of Haven Academy. Howling Gale involves a fighting style consisting of high mobility and agility, with wide sweeping arcs that are great at forcing opponents to distance, which can transition seamlessly into staggering blows or deadly ripostes, all allowing change of position while in progress. It is a fighting style that prioritizes a deadly assault of both attacks and counterattacks at the cost of high stamina usage. His accuracy with his weapon is greater than before, allowing him to attack or react with much greater precision.
Name of Combat Ability: Błyskawica - Lightning Dust
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: Błyskawica is a combat ability which allows Nikolas to shoot a conical burst of Lightning Dust from the barrel of Stahlblesk.
Upon Pressing the trigger, this ability shoots the stored cartridge within Stahlblesk rather than shooting a regular projectile from his magazines. The result is a conical burst of lightning from the head of the weapon, with an emphasis on horizontal or vertical spread depending on the rotation alignment of the weapon's two-pronged blade. The AoE of the cone burst is 5 meters lengthwise from the barrel of the blade, and 3 meters at the emphasized spread line, 1.5 meters on the rest. It can hit multiple targets and inflicts the DoT caused by lightning dust. The impact and recoil of the blast can incur a good knockback force on both the victim as well as Stahlblesk respectively.
Błyskawica is contained in two cartridges, meaning it can be used only twice in a single fight and/or thread, unless there is a out-of-combat way to resupply and reload.
The use of lightning dust in this ability inflicts a DoT effect, which causes damage equivalent to the skill's current rank over the course of two turns (the first being when the attack hits).
Cosmetically, it appears as a burst of several thin arcs of lightning that diffuse into floating sparks before vanishing, both of which are white in coloration, with the expected amount of smoke that follows such a blast. It lets out a loud report that is very similar to the crack of thunder, with an accompanying echo and a sizzling noise. The weapon's blade and barrel itself continues to smoke for several seconds following this expulsion.
Rank of Semblance: E
Semblance Type: Transformation
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Storm Heart is a transformation semblance that creates an area of strong winds that buffet the opponent, causing exhaustion and the silenced condition while enemies are within the area of effect.
Description of Semblance: In short, Stormheart manifests as a mostly defensive spherical zone around Nikolas, causing a miniature hurricane of sorts of sheer wind force when he releases the transformation. This ability is mostly is used in combat, allowing Nikolas to bring up a tempest of wind around him that acts as somewhat of a barrier. Anyone in close combat with Nikolas will be buffeted by the winds and, depending on the environment, moisture or dust.
The winds that swirl around are constantly roaring and howling with their intensity and speed, causing aural distortion and therefore, problems with hearing or speaking for anyone within the area of effect. Similarly, due to the strength and speed of the winds whipping around, it would be very difficult to fight within it as anyone moving in the area would be having to battle the wind, tiring them out much faster than normal.
The range of the ability does not change with rank. Due to how it works and functions, it always maintains an F Rank Range, the range of a small room, 5-7 meters, around Nikolas himself.
This range actually consists of two rings. The Inner ring is a safe-zone close to Nikolas himself, and the Outer ring is the maximum range of the ability, explained above. This allows Nikolas to remain relatively untouched by his own winds and storms, including anyone who might be holding onto him.The inner ‘safezone’ range is 30cm around Nikolas. Anyone within this safezone, Nikolas included, is unaffected by the ability. But for someone to be in this zone, they would have to be pretty much hugging Nikolas.
At E Rank, maximum intensity of the winds is strong enough to shove a standard person back, while normally it moderately impedes movement within the storm.
At E Rank, ability lasts for a total of 3 turns, with another 3 turn cooldown period before it can be used again.
This ability itself does not inflict any direct physical damage.
Benefits include
Air creation (fixed at F range and unable to be manipulated), mentioned and explained above.
Silence Debuff; At E rank, causes distortion of spoken words and heard sounds due to the roaring of the wind, inhibiting one's ability to speak or hear. Is constantly reapplied as long as the targets are within the ability, but instantly wears off if they leave the area of effect.
Exhaustion Debuff; At E rank, deals damage that bypasses toughness and applies directly to stamina. It reapplies every turn as long as the targets are within the ability, but instantly wears off if they leave the area of effect.
Drawbacks of Semblance: While a powerful advantage in close combat, this ability does not directly cause any damage, other than strongly affecting an opponent’s ability to fight in melee.
The AoE can affect allies as well as enemies.
The Range is always limited to F Rank Range, regardless of the Ability’s actual rank.
It is mostly useless against high density projectiles (eg; bullets).
It impedes visibility for Nikolas, any opponents or allies within the range, especially in environments with a lot of water, snow or dust.
It lasts for 3 turns at its current rank, and cannot be used for 3 more turns after it ends as a cooldown period.
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Stahlblesk [Steel Lightning]
Rank of Weapon(s): D
Description of Weapons(s): Stahlblesk, like many weapons, has both melee and ranged capabilities.
It takes the form of a peculiar spear, with a sweeping blade-head that could be a sword within its own rights, a crossguard right below the blade. This makes it somewhat top-heavy, allowing it to be swung with unexpected force behind it for a spear. It’s total length is 8 feet/240 centimetres, with 3 feet belonging to the blade itself. The blade seems to have a two-pronged build, with a small gap in the middle of the blade, going down to its halfway point, where a barrel is visible. It is entirely constructed of various metal alloys, the handle being a dark gunmetal, the blade’s spine being a dark steel while the edge is a bright silver.
The very end of the weapon has a red ribbon usually tied to it, with a length of 1 foot / 30.5 cm. This ribbon serves no purpose other than as an ornament as well a distraction to draw the eye to the bright red color, away from the blade.
The pole itself is actually the body of the ranged portion of the gun, being somewhat rectangular in shape. A magazine locks into place right above the top hand-hold of the spear, while a trigger rests near the bottom hand-hold. A bolt and case ejector rests between the two. When utilized for range, it acts like a bolt action sniper rifle. Each shot is a powerful caliber, shot from the barrel in the middle of the bladehead, but also requires the bolt to be pulled back then back into place, manually ejecting the spent cartridge and chambering another round, limiting its fire-rate and use. The larger than average caliber, along with the size of the magazine, also means that each magazine only contains 5 rounds before needing to be reloaded. However, with how the weapon is usually wielded, and the lack of a stock to absorb recoil, it means the weapon is not very accurate over great range in the midst of combat, better used mid-close range. There is also another, smaller trigger below the lower grip, which activates Błyskawica. The Cartridge for Błyskawica must be manually reloaded by unlatching a specific part of the upper receiver, near the bolt and chambering system.
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Non-Combat Abilities
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Combat Abilities
Name of Combat Ability: Enhanced Agility
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: Nikolas is quick on his feet in combat, being able to utilize some nimbleness in his movements, allowing him better ease with dodging threats or repositioning. This also lets him do some acrobatic maneuvers, such as basic free-running or basic flips and landing techniques.
Name of Combat Ability: Howling Gale [Martial Arts]
Rank of Combat Ability: E Rank
Description of Combat Ability: Nikolas' unique fighting style with Stahlblesk, born from the years spent in the wilderness and forged within his first year of Haven Academy. Howling Gale involves a fighting style consisting of high mobility and agility, with wide sweeping arcs that are great at forcing opponents to distance, which can transition seamlessly into staggering blows or deadly ripostes, all allowing change of position while in progress. It is a fighting style that prioritizes a deadly assault of both attacks and counterattacks at the cost of high stamina usage. His accuracy with his weapon is greater than before, allowing him to attack or react with much greater precision.
Name of Combat Ability: Błyskawica - Lightning Dust
Rank of Combat Ability: F
Description of Combat Ability: Błyskawica is a combat ability which allows Nikolas to shoot a conical burst of Lightning Dust from the barrel of Stahlblesk.
Upon Pressing the trigger, this ability shoots the stored cartridge within Stahlblesk rather than shooting a regular projectile from his magazines. The result is a conical burst of lightning from the head of the weapon, with an emphasis on horizontal or vertical spread depending on the rotation alignment of the weapon's two-pronged blade. The AoE of the cone burst is 5 meters lengthwise from the barrel of the blade, and 3 meters at the emphasized spread line, 1.5 meters on the rest. It can hit multiple targets and inflicts the DoT caused by lightning dust. The impact and recoil of the blast can incur a good knockback force on both the victim as well as Stahlblesk respectively.
Błyskawica is contained in two cartridges, meaning it can be used only twice in a single fight and/or thread, unless there is a out-of-combat way to resupply and reload.
The use of lightning dust in this ability inflicts a DoT effect, which causes damage equivalent to the skill's current rank over the course of two turns (the first being when the attack hits).
Cosmetically, it appears as a burst of several thin arcs of lightning that diffuse into floating sparks before vanishing, both of which are white in coloration, with the expected amount of smoke that follows such a blast. It lets out a loud report that is very similar to the crack of thunder, with an accompanying echo and a sizzling noise. The weapon's blade and barrel itself continues to smoke for several seconds following this expulsion.
Biography
History
Nikolas Burzanov is the only son of Mikhael and Maria Burzanov, a family who aren’t exactly wealthy, but pretty well off as merchants, especially for an only child. Nikolas spent most of his childhood being spoiled, and thus, had an exceptionally dislikable personality as a child. He was one of those kids that other adults would be tempted to throttle due to how much of a brat they could be. He had everything he ever really wanted, and he had some moderation of talent in most things, meaning he could breeze through a lot of things with ease, including school. But, one thing he never had were friends.
When he became a teenager, however, is when life started changing for Nikolas. You see, the problem with having everything from the get go was that life lost it’s flavour. There was nothing left for one to do, or achieve, or learn, when everything was so easy. Nikolas soon fell into boredom and that led to depression. Without any friends, Nikolas now truly felt the isolation of the world, and over a few years of his early juvenile years, he came to the realization of what he was, and how his life had shaped him. He began to hate himself then, truly. At the shallow, prideful individual he had been. His parents were just as bad, materialistic and absorbed in their jobs. They cared for him, sure, but they never understood him, especially when he tried to talk with them about his issues. They simply thought it was a phase, as he had never lacked anything in life. He felt more isolated than ever, so, when he was 16, he started becoming desperate for distractions in life, anything to take the edge off of his boredom. And that’s when he found Kieran.
You see, Kieran was a seemingly normal boy on the surface, but unknown to most, he loved going out to the wilderness with a bunch of his friends and hosting a ‘party’, which was a nice of saying that the boys there would beat the shit out of each other for fun and betting. Him and Nikolas shared some acquaintance as Kieran was the only one who didn’t really mind Nikolas’ abrasive personality and when he heard that Nikolas was so desperate for anything, Kieran invited him along. Nikolas found himself in the ring within the first hour. And so, he battled, getting beaten on his ass until he managed to start hitting back just as hard, if not better. Bruises were a common thing on him, and Nikolas learned how to fight pretty darn well. He made friends too, all the boys there. Friendship forged in bruises and hurt, in punches and laughter, in gambling and drinking. Kieran pretty much became his best friend, and they were almost inseparable when they all hung out together. Nikolas’ parents were concerned about the myriad of bruises appearing on Nikolas, and they had several loud verbal fights concerning it, but Nikolas would not budge. This was his life and he would spend it as he would want to. In the end, his parents decided to respect his decision, albeit still disapproving. He was their son, and even if he did things they did not agree with, they would support him financially with whatever he needed. But he would not be welcome at home anymore, seeing as he did not want to adhere to their rules of the house. Nikolas didn’t mind that, and soon enough he moved out, finding his own little house closer to the forest. He wanted more… excitement.
So he decided to take the money he was receiving from his parents, who were still pretty much spoiling him with the amount they provided him, he decided to get a good smith to make him a weapon, and when the smith asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted something that was fast but formidable. He tried out several weapons, but a spear felt right for him. By the time he was nearly 17, Nikolas had set up his own little training course near the place where he and Kieran’s boys would spar, complete with training dummies. He trained day in and day out, because he had nothing else to do. This would keep his mind off of the brooding, the self-loathing feeling of wasting his life, of never being good enough.
But one day, while he was sitting on the sidelines as Kieran and his boys sparred, he could not keep his mind off of these, no matter how much he trained. One day, he was in the ring, and he was consumed with hatred at himself. He had been given everything, a life most people would kill for, and yet he found no joy in it. He squandered it, wasted it. He wanted to be someone he could be proud of, someone who wasn’t… nothing. Someone worth something.
But while he dwelt, his negative emotions drew in a Grimm, which found the group of youths alone in the forest. Nikolas was afraid for the first time in his life, as the Grimm bore down on him, blood already shining on its maw, a couple of the boys he knew already dead. He had some fighting experience and training, and he had his spear, but facing a real Grimm was a completely different aspect. He tried, but he couldn’t defeat the Grimm, and it got to a point where he was slammed aside. Before he could recover, however, he found Kieran trying to hold the Grimm off by choking it from behind, telling him to run. And as Nikolas watched, the Grim managed to grab Kieran and… It wasn’t a pretty picture. It was something that Nikolas would hold against himself for the rest of his life. The grief and trauma. It released something in him, and Nikolas found himself losing his grip on reality as the anger and rage went through him in a whirlwind of storm and wind.
He didn’t remember what he did, only afterwards. The Grimm was dead. His hands were bloody with his own blood as well as the Grimm’s. His spear was shattered in multiple pieces, splinters and shards having sliced his hands as he had mercilessly assaulted the Grimm. From then on, his regret and anger solidified into purpose. He felt guilty about the death of Kieran, of the few other boys, and he wanted to do something about it. He was the only one who should. And now… He had found his semblance, as he stared down at his hands, and the swirling trails of wind around him as the dust rose from it.
So he went back to the smith, payed him through the roof and got himself a custom made weapon, his own Stahlblesk. And then, he went out, every night. He hunted down Grimm, every single night, trying to satisfy that hunger for vengeance, to drown out that hatred at them, at himself. Subconsciously, every night he went out, he hoped that he’d overstep this time, and some Grimm would kill him. But it never happened. He always came out on top, and he got better from it. He learned, how to kill better, how to use his weapon better, how to use his semblance better. He learned, he killed. He killed, he learned. His parents, ofcourse, didn’t know about this. They hadn’t been able to really understand him when he was younger and lived with them, so there was pretty much no chance of them knowing what he was doing now that he lived away from them, not having seen them for years, despite a healthy sum money continuing to come in every month for him. He was beginning to rack up a body count of Grimm for himself.
And that’s how he ended up in the office of Mistral academy’s headmaster, when a Huntsman had found him standing on top of the corpse of a large Grimm he had been tracking, covered in blood. There was a short bout of questioning as the headmaster inquired about why he was doing what he was doing. And, learning about Nikolas’ story, the headmaster saw two things.
Potential, and Danger. A lot of danger, if things went unchecked. Nikolas was unstable, unpredictable. And skilled, definitely skilled. But someone who could easily go the wrong way. So, the headmaster spoke to him, telling him that his goals of revenge and redemption all stemmed from the desire to do what was right. To ensure Justice. Nikolas listened to him speak, and felt something within himself being freed by it, learning the truth about himself. So, when the Headmaster finally offered an invitation to join the academy to him, offering him tutorship so he could get proper, professional training to do what he most wanted to do, Nikolas accepted. He knew what he had to do now.
Family
Father: Mikhael Burzanov - Alive
Mother: Maria Burzanov - Alive
Cousin: Chernyy Kishka Burzanova - Alive
Extra
Burzanov roughly translates to "Son of the Storm". Storm implies the color of grey, as stormy weather tends to be various shades of grey.
Nikolas Burzanov is the only son of Mikhael and Maria Burzanov, a family who aren’t exactly wealthy, but pretty well off as merchants, especially for an only child. Nikolas spent most of his childhood being spoiled, and thus, had an exceptionally dislikable personality as a child. He was one of those kids that other adults would be tempted to throttle due to how much of a brat they could be. He had everything he ever really wanted, and he had some moderation of talent in most things, meaning he could breeze through a lot of things with ease, including school. But, one thing he never had were friends.
When he became a teenager, however, is when life started changing for Nikolas. You see, the problem with having everything from the get go was that life lost it’s flavour. There was nothing left for one to do, or achieve, or learn, when everything was so easy. Nikolas soon fell into boredom and that led to depression. Without any friends, Nikolas now truly felt the isolation of the world, and over a few years of his early juvenile years, he came to the realization of what he was, and how his life had shaped him. He began to hate himself then, truly. At the shallow, prideful individual he had been. His parents were just as bad, materialistic and absorbed in their jobs. They cared for him, sure, but they never understood him, especially when he tried to talk with them about his issues. They simply thought it was a phase, as he had never lacked anything in life. He felt more isolated than ever, so, when he was 16, he started becoming desperate for distractions in life, anything to take the edge off of his boredom. And that’s when he found Kieran.
You see, Kieran was a seemingly normal boy on the surface, but unknown to most, he loved going out to the wilderness with a bunch of his friends and hosting a ‘party’, which was a nice of saying that the boys there would beat the shit out of each other for fun and betting. Him and Nikolas shared some acquaintance as Kieran was the only one who didn’t really mind Nikolas’ abrasive personality and when he heard that Nikolas was so desperate for anything, Kieran invited him along. Nikolas found himself in the ring within the first hour. And so, he battled, getting beaten on his ass until he managed to start hitting back just as hard, if not better. Bruises were a common thing on him, and Nikolas learned how to fight pretty darn well. He made friends too, all the boys there. Friendship forged in bruises and hurt, in punches and laughter, in gambling and drinking. Kieran pretty much became his best friend, and they were almost inseparable when they all hung out together. Nikolas’ parents were concerned about the myriad of bruises appearing on Nikolas, and they had several loud verbal fights concerning it, but Nikolas would not budge. This was his life and he would spend it as he would want to. In the end, his parents decided to respect his decision, albeit still disapproving. He was their son, and even if he did things they did not agree with, they would support him financially with whatever he needed. But he would not be welcome at home anymore, seeing as he did not want to adhere to their rules of the house. Nikolas didn’t mind that, and soon enough he moved out, finding his own little house closer to the forest. He wanted more… excitement.
So he decided to take the money he was receiving from his parents, who were still pretty much spoiling him with the amount they provided him, he decided to get a good smith to make him a weapon, and when the smith asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted something that was fast but formidable. He tried out several weapons, but a spear felt right for him. By the time he was nearly 17, Nikolas had set up his own little training course near the place where he and Kieran’s boys would spar, complete with training dummies. He trained day in and day out, because he had nothing else to do. This would keep his mind off of the brooding, the self-loathing feeling of wasting his life, of never being good enough.
But one day, while he was sitting on the sidelines as Kieran and his boys sparred, he could not keep his mind off of these, no matter how much he trained. One day, he was in the ring, and he was consumed with hatred at himself. He had been given everything, a life most people would kill for, and yet he found no joy in it. He squandered it, wasted it. He wanted to be someone he could be proud of, someone who wasn’t… nothing. Someone worth something.
But while he dwelt, his negative emotions drew in a Grimm, which found the group of youths alone in the forest. Nikolas was afraid for the first time in his life, as the Grimm bore down on him, blood already shining on its maw, a couple of the boys he knew already dead. He had some fighting experience and training, and he had his spear, but facing a real Grimm was a completely different aspect. He tried, but he couldn’t defeat the Grimm, and it got to a point where he was slammed aside. Before he could recover, however, he found Kieran trying to hold the Grimm off by choking it from behind, telling him to run. And as Nikolas watched, the Grim managed to grab Kieran and… It wasn’t a pretty picture. It was something that Nikolas would hold against himself for the rest of his life. The grief and trauma. It released something in him, and Nikolas found himself losing his grip on reality as the anger and rage went through him in a whirlwind of storm and wind.
He didn’t remember what he did, only afterwards. The Grimm was dead. His hands were bloody with his own blood as well as the Grimm’s. His spear was shattered in multiple pieces, splinters and shards having sliced his hands as he had mercilessly assaulted the Grimm. From then on, his regret and anger solidified into purpose. He felt guilty about the death of Kieran, of the few other boys, and he wanted to do something about it. He was the only one who should. And now… He had found his semblance, as he stared down at his hands, and the swirling trails of wind around him as the dust rose from it.
So he went back to the smith, payed him through the roof and got himself a custom made weapon, his own Stahlblesk. And then, he went out, every night. He hunted down Grimm, every single night, trying to satisfy that hunger for vengeance, to drown out that hatred at them, at himself. Subconsciously, every night he went out, he hoped that he’d overstep this time, and some Grimm would kill him. But it never happened. He always came out on top, and he got better from it. He learned, how to kill better, how to use his weapon better, how to use his semblance better. He learned, he killed. He killed, he learned. His parents, ofcourse, didn’t know about this. They hadn’t been able to really understand him when he was younger and lived with them, so there was pretty much no chance of them knowing what he was doing now that he lived away from them, not having seen them for years, despite a healthy sum money continuing to come in every month for him. He was beginning to rack up a body count of Grimm for himself.
And that’s how he ended up in the office of Mistral academy’s headmaster, when a Huntsman had found him standing on top of the corpse of a large Grimm he had been tracking, covered in blood. There was a short bout of questioning as the headmaster inquired about why he was doing what he was doing. And, learning about Nikolas’ story, the headmaster saw two things.
Potential, and Danger. A lot of danger, if things went unchecked. Nikolas was unstable, unpredictable. And skilled, definitely skilled. But someone who could easily go the wrong way. So, the headmaster spoke to him, telling him that his goals of revenge and redemption all stemmed from the desire to do what was right. To ensure Justice. Nikolas listened to him speak, and felt something within himself being freed by it, learning the truth about himself. So, when the Headmaster finally offered an invitation to join the academy to him, offering him tutorship so he could get proper, professional training to do what he most wanted to do, Nikolas accepted. He knew what he had to do now.
Family
Father: Mikhael Burzanov - Alive
Mother: Maria Burzanov - Alive
Cousin: Chernyy Kishka Burzanova - Alive
Extra
Burzanov roughly translates to "Son of the Storm". Storm implies the color of grey, as stormy weather tends to be various shades of grey.
