Post by Vystein Von Vlanc on Mar 3, 2020 12:11:49 GMT -5
Vystein Von Vlanc
" “Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight"
– "The Story of Tonight,” Hamilton
Something they can never take away
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight"
– "The Story of Tonight,” Hamilton
 | Age 40 Gender Male Faction Haven Academy Faculty Tier Senior Face Claim Buccaneer from Fullmetal Alchemist OOC Name Kazuki |
Character Traits
Date of Birth: 1st of November 15 BV (Before Vytal)
Species: Faunus (Grizzly Bear/ Tail)
Hometown: Solitas
Romantic Orientation: Gay
Hair Color/Style: Black mohawk + ponytail
Eye Color: Brown.
Aura Color: White.
Height: 219cm (7ft2in)
Weight: 140kg (308lbs)
Courses Taught:
Engineering Basics - Weapon Maintenance in the field
-Basic disasembly and cleaning
-Familiarization with essential tools
-Procedural maintenance for the best weapon performance
Rescue Operations - Introduction to Disaster Response
-Discussion and analysis of disaster scenarios
-Planing evacuation procedures
Village Sociopolitics - Settlement Organization and Structure
- The internal needs and external pressures on settlement
- Basic elements of settlement organization
Appearance: Vystein is a giant of a hunter that embodies rugged manliness in his movement and presence. He is extremely muscular, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as logs which only adds to his intimidating outline. His prosthetic arm is one that is hard to ignore, a massive claw that is a most deadly looking weapon. His right shoulder socket is almost entirely made of wiring and metal to accomadate the weight. This prosthesis is always slack by his side except when he gets a surprise amount of energy. He possesses a scar over the right side of his chest where he survived a bullet to the heart. This scar has not healed well and kept private knowledge by Vystein
Personality: He is stoic and stiff-lipped character, speaking with an authority coming from a veteran of war. While he has his own tramas from the war, he is an aged and experienced man that has had time to come to terms with the horror he experienced on the battlefield. That makes him a good canidate for speaking to traumatized and volitile youth and an example of a somewhat stable hunter.
Whenever Vystein gets talking about the war it is hard to stop him as he recounts memories of glory and terror from his days as a soldier. Students will likely recognize this and quickly decide whether it is worth paying attention to his boasts or ignore it all and let him run his mouth until the end of class.
He is slow and lumbering due to certain injuries but he is reluctant to admit any weakness and tries to hide signs of fatigue at his age. Prone to bouts of anger but this emerges in the form of yelling and shouting which is telling of his commanding personality.
Species: Faunus (Grizzly Bear/ Tail)
Hometown: Solitas
Romantic Orientation: Gay
Hair Color/Style: Black mohawk + ponytail
Eye Color: Brown.
Aura Color: White.
Height: 219cm (7ft2in)
Weight: 140kg (308lbs)
Courses Taught:
Engineering Basics - Weapon Maintenance in the field
-Basic disasembly and cleaning
-Familiarization with essential tools
-Procedural maintenance for the best weapon performance
Rescue Operations - Introduction to Disaster Response
-Discussion and analysis of disaster scenarios
-Planing evacuation procedures
Village Sociopolitics - Settlement Organization and Structure
- The internal needs and external pressures on settlement
- Basic elements of settlement organization
Appearance: Vystein is a giant of a hunter that embodies rugged manliness in his movement and presence. He is extremely muscular, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as logs which only adds to his intimidating outline. His prosthetic arm is one that is hard to ignore, a massive claw that is a most deadly looking weapon. His right shoulder socket is almost entirely made of wiring and metal to accomadate the weight. This prosthesis is always slack by his side except when he gets a surprise amount of energy. He possesses a scar over the right side of his chest where he survived a bullet to the heart. This scar has not healed well and kept private knowledge by Vystein
Personality: He is stoic and stiff-lipped character, speaking with an authority coming from a veteran of war. While he has his own tramas from the war, he is an aged and experienced man that has had time to come to terms with the horror he experienced on the battlefield. That makes him a good canidate for speaking to traumatized and volitile youth and an example of a somewhat stable hunter.
Whenever Vystein gets talking about the war it is hard to stop him as he recounts memories of glory and terror from his days as a soldier. Students will likely recognize this and quickly decide whether it is worth paying attention to his boasts or ignore it all and let him run his mouth until the end of class.
He is slow and lumbering due to certain injuries but he is reluctant to admit any weakness and tries to hide signs of fatigue at his age. Prone to bouts of anger but this emerges in the form of yelling and shouting which is telling of his commanding personality.
Combat & Inventory
Battlefield Creation
Semblance Type: Manipulator
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Battlefield Creation allows Vystein to manipulate earth with the benefit of solidification
Description of Semblance: Battlefield Creation allows Vystein to manipulate the earth around him in a maximum range of 25-30m (about the size of a swimming pool). His semblance is used offensively though the creation of obstacles which come in the form of spikes emerging from the ground.
His semblance is activated by stomping one foot on the ground after which stone spikes emerge in the direction he is facing in.
Sources of "earth" that Vystein can manipulate include natural sources such as rock and stone as well as man-made materials such as concrete and asphalt.
Drawbacks of Semblance: Vystein cannot control the earth if it is not attached to the ground. As a consequence he cannot throw airborn projectiles which reduces his effectiveness against airborn targets.
Vystein cannot control forms of earth that are not completely solid like sand, gravel, or lava. Also Vystein cannot control elements like steel or other man-made metals and alloys.
Earth spikes fall apart within 5 minutes of creation.
Prosthesis: Bear Trap
Description of Weapons(s):Bear Trap is a prosthetic arm that stems from Vystein's shoulder socket. The actual weapon is located post elbow where the forearm would be. Bear Trap is comprised of a two parts : (1) a retractable claw made of a dust-enhanced alloy and (2) a heavy duty chainsaw. The retractable claw is the same length of the chainsaw and opens and closes on a swivel at the base. The chainsaw is self explanatory.
The combination of the claw and chainsaw gives this weapon the ability to grab opponents and bring them into it's deadly teeth, assuming they are foolish enough to let that happen. It is not especially nimble of a weapon but is a heavy and durable one. Just a blunt swing from this heavy mass of metal can be devestating.
Despite its menacing abilities Bear Trap is a verifiable antique that certainly demonstrates the limitations on combat prosthesis at the time. The nerve connectors have long degraded which result in inconsistent and often jerky movement and the chainsaw engine does not run smoothly for reasons that mechanics could not explain. However it is still valuable as memorabilia of Vystein's younger days or at the very least a great conversation starter.
Semblance Type: Manipulator
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: Battlefield Creation allows Vystein to manipulate earth with the benefit of solidification
Description of Semblance: Battlefield Creation allows Vystein to manipulate the earth around him in a maximum range of 25-30m (about the size of a swimming pool). His semblance is used offensively though the creation of obstacles which come in the form of spikes emerging from the ground.
His semblance is activated by stomping one foot on the ground after which stone spikes emerge in the direction he is facing in.
Sources of "earth" that Vystein can manipulate include natural sources such as rock and stone as well as man-made materials such as concrete and asphalt.
Drawbacks of Semblance: Vystein cannot control the earth if it is not attached to the ground. As a consequence he cannot throw airborn projectiles which reduces his effectiveness against airborn targets.
Vystein cannot control forms of earth that are not completely solid like sand, gravel, or lava. Also Vystein cannot control elements like steel or other man-made metals and alloys.
Earth spikes fall apart within 5 minutes of creation.
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Prosthesis: Bear Trap
Description of Weapons(s):Bear Trap is a prosthetic arm that stems from Vystein's shoulder socket. The actual weapon is located post elbow where the forearm would be. Bear Trap is comprised of a two parts : (1) a retractable claw made of a dust-enhanced alloy and (2) a heavy duty chainsaw. The retractable claw is the same length of the chainsaw and opens and closes on a swivel at the base. The chainsaw is self explanatory.
The combination of the claw and chainsaw gives this weapon the ability to grab opponents and bring them into it's deadly teeth, assuming they are foolish enough to let that happen. It is not especially nimble of a weapon but is a heavy and durable one. Just a blunt swing from this heavy mass of metal can be devestating.
Despite its menacing abilities Bear Trap is a verifiable antique that certainly demonstrates the limitations on combat prosthesis at the time. The nerve connectors have long degraded which result in inconsistent and often jerky movement and the chainsaw engine does not run smoothly for reasons that mechanics could not explain. However it is still valuable as memorabilia of Vystein's younger days or at the very least a great conversation starter.
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Biography
History
[Vystein Von Vlanc, a looming bear faunus sits in the corner of a bar in Menagerie. He leans over the two other occupants, a pair of much younger men, an ocelot and hyena faunus respectably, that were invited for free drinks but got trapped into listening to this old man ramble. Subsequently they are taking advantage of those free drinks and are half paying attention, half blissfully unaware of the chatter.
]
Ah? I see, you want to hear even more about the war! The Faunus War, mind you. I can't imagine that would interest you that much... But none the less I shall regal you youngsters about my heroics! HaHa!
What is there to say? I was glorious. I was a thing to be reckoned with, a soldier that was feared by my enemies and cheered on by my comrades. You know what they called me? They called me the Iron Bear. You know why? Because of this beautiful weapon of mine! Haha! Look at that.
[Vystein slams his prosthesis on the table, sending silverware flying and spilling drinks. The ocelot and hyena faunus sit up at the noise, edging farther away into the booth to get away from the weapon. Vystein grabs the rip cord and reels back, giving the engine the torque it needs to start. The engine roars like a wild animal... then sputters weakly into a dead silence. The two faunus breath a sigh of relief while Vystein is gently embarressed.]
Hmmm. HaHa HA! Performance issues I suppose! This old thing doesn't run like it used to, no mater how much I've tried to fix this machine.
[Vystein slams his fist on the engine as though he's trying to encourage it to spark but there is no such luck.]
Sheesh... this things a little worn out I'll admit... but I can't bear to part with it. Too many memories. Heh, It's like me. A tired creature that doesn't know if it's obsolete or outdated.
Huh? No, I didn't get this thing in the war. Just plain old stupid grimm! HAH! Mr.Beringel got a little to handsy! Oh but I did it in the last second, beat that beast dead with my fist elbow deep in it's gullet! Or at least, that's what my teammates told me...
[The bear faunus seems uncertain, suggesting that it might be an inflated tale.]
What? No damn you, I'm not old enough to be senile! Can't blame me for not remembering every little detail.
Right, right... the war...
Yes, I was a terror to behold!! The enemy couldn't even trust their own damn feet when I was around! My semblance let me redraw battlelines and gave their logistics nightmares. Made it especially hard for those humans to continue fighting if their supply lines were cut off to the needy troops! And no secure encampment stayed that way when I got into range. Drove a couple spikes into their tents and to do it night after night... made sure they didn't get a wink of sleep, hahhahah!!
That was what I did for most of the war, in between battles. I like to think I made a difference in the end... at least to make some of the racists regret their life decisions for a while! Hahahah, yes...
That is what I did until my injury. Oh I told them it was fine, that such a little thing would not stop me from fighting the good fight! But they insisted... Bah, it was terrible. We ran over a single landmine, the only squad of the whole convoy to have such luck. You would think that it would have gotten trigged by some random mindless grimm, running around, changing the geography of the front lines by the hour... but I suppose death had it in for us poor soldiers. I survived but it took something out of me.
I got it in my heart, you know. The shrapnel. I swear I'd be running around with the rest of the best of them except for that damn thing. I can barely walk a flight of stairs without it reminding me of its presence...
I thought I'd be kicking ass until the end of the war. But they dragged me out to the back lines to sit around until the humans gave it quits. I never even made it to Fort Castle but I hear those brave faunus were legendary that day. They say they won us the war, and I believe them!
I do wish I could have joined them, in the end. It is a shame that haunts me to this very day...
But perhaps the fates have more in store for me! I was trying to starve off retirement as long as I can and I was thinking of travelling to the other Kingdoms, maybe Vale, but would you think of it, some stranger, some guy named Tyrian was apparently requesting ex-hunters to teach at that Mistrallian hunter school, Haven. I mean, of course I have to go! Maybe it's finally time I visited Mistral from the perspective of a civilian. Pretend to be a tourist for a while, HAH!
I'm not sure how long it will last... But perhaps I can give the next generation some parting words, hah? I'll tell them... I'll tell them...
You can't keep looking down. If you want to change the world you gotta start looking up.
Vystein and his fellow soldiers fighting on Solitas
Extra
Vlanc is a respelling of Blanc which is French for white
[Vystein Von Vlanc, a looming bear faunus sits in the corner of a bar in Menagerie. He leans over the two other occupants, a pair of much younger men, an ocelot and hyena faunus respectably, that were invited for free drinks but got trapped into listening to this old man ramble. Subsequently they are taking advantage of those free drinks and are half paying attention, half blissfully unaware of the chatter.
]
Ah? I see, you want to hear even more about the war! The Faunus War, mind you. I can't imagine that would interest you that much... But none the less I shall regal you youngsters about my heroics! HaHa!
What is there to say? I was glorious. I was a thing to be reckoned with, a soldier that was feared by my enemies and cheered on by my comrades. You know what they called me? They called me the Iron Bear. You know why? Because of this beautiful weapon of mine! Haha! Look at that.
[Vystein slams his prosthesis on the table, sending silverware flying and spilling drinks. The ocelot and hyena faunus sit up at the noise, edging farther away into the booth to get away from the weapon. Vystein grabs the rip cord and reels back, giving the engine the torque it needs to start. The engine roars like a wild animal... then sputters weakly into a dead silence. The two faunus breath a sigh of relief while Vystein is gently embarressed.]
Hmmm. HaHa HA! Performance issues I suppose! This old thing doesn't run like it used to, no mater how much I've tried to fix this machine.
[Vystein slams his fist on the engine as though he's trying to encourage it to spark but there is no such luck.]
Sheesh... this things a little worn out I'll admit... but I can't bear to part with it. Too many memories. Heh, It's like me. A tired creature that doesn't know if it's obsolete or outdated.
Huh? No, I didn't get this thing in the war. Just plain old stupid grimm! HAH! Mr.Beringel got a little to handsy! Oh but I did it in the last second, beat that beast dead with my fist elbow deep in it's gullet! Or at least, that's what my teammates told me...
[The bear faunus seems uncertain, suggesting that it might be an inflated tale.]
What? No damn you, I'm not old enough to be senile! Can't blame me for not remembering every little detail.
Right, right... the war...
Yes, I was a terror to behold!! The enemy couldn't even trust their own damn feet when I was around! My semblance let me redraw battlelines and gave their logistics nightmares. Made it especially hard for those humans to continue fighting if their supply lines were cut off to the needy troops! And no secure encampment stayed that way when I got into range. Drove a couple spikes into their tents and to do it night after night... made sure they didn't get a wink of sleep, hahhahah!!
That was what I did for most of the war, in between battles. I like to think I made a difference in the end... at least to make some of the racists regret their life decisions for a while! Hahahah, yes...
That is what I did until my injury. Oh I told them it was fine, that such a little thing would not stop me from fighting the good fight! But they insisted... Bah, it was terrible. We ran over a single landmine, the only squad of the whole convoy to have such luck. You would think that it would have gotten trigged by some random mindless grimm, running around, changing the geography of the front lines by the hour... but I suppose death had it in for us poor soldiers. I survived but it took something out of me.
I got it in my heart, you know. The shrapnel. I swear I'd be running around with the rest of the best of them except for that damn thing. I can barely walk a flight of stairs without it reminding me of its presence...
I thought I'd be kicking ass until the end of the war. But they dragged me out to the back lines to sit around until the humans gave it quits. I never even made it to Fort Castle but I hear those brave faunus were legendary that day. They say they won us the war, and I believe them!
I do wish I could have joined them, in the end. It is a shame that haunts me to this very day...
But perhaps the fates have more in store for me! I was trying to starve off retirement as long as I can and I was thinking of travelling to the other Kingdoms, maybe Vale, but would you think of it, some stranger, some guy named Tyrian was apparently requesting ex-hunters to teach at that Mistrallian hunter school, Haven. I mean, of course I have to go! Maybe it's finally time I visited Mistral from the perspective of a civilian. Pretend to be a tourist for a while, HAH!
I'm not sure how long it will last... But perhaps I can give the next generation some parting words, hah? I'll tell them... I'll tell them...
You can't keep looking down. If you want to change the world you gotta start looking up.
Vystein and his fellow soldiers fighting on Solitas
Extra
Vlanc is a respelling of Blanc which is French for white
