This is something I see a lot of disagreement on and I'm curious how they fit into the rules you guys use for OC Semblances. I really liked the idea of one given its prominence in fairytales/myths, so I was pretty happy to be assigned one for one of my characters (Iris) in a RWBY server

However, there was a question of the direction to take it, and despite the WOG that transformational Semblances were possible albeit rare, most flavors of shapeshifting didn't fit quite right with the setting's aesthetic in my head.

The rule I ultimately sorta landed on for RWBY OCs in general is that the Semblances should be a) comprehensible in 1-2 sentences (exact details/special interactions are another thing) and more importantly b) that information should be possible to convey without exposition in a RWBY fight scene and portray with its limited budget

Which means that despite it being one of the stronger and arguably OP flavors of shapeshifting, I figured the Ditto/copycat type gimmick fit in the setting best, with a magical girl glowing silhouette or ring effect for the actual transformation (attached art for reference)

Still, I wanna know if anyone else has tried, and/or what guidelines they've set for it

Team LLYD are first years alonng with teams JEWL and RWBY, The teams leader is Lucia Silvertounge, a gambling gal with the devils own luck on her side. Acting as the teams tank is Lin Yuxin who can transform her body in durable sand, she also has a pet bird, Sandy. Yuki Lane is the teams wild card throwing off the enemy with his feminine apperance and his unusual breakdancing style of fighting. And then there's Delilha the teams covert infiltrator, with her ability to chnage into anyone she wants physically although her tail is always there.

Just had a random thought the other day related to this of how can the world of Remnant create an equivalent of the Russian Mutant.

It can be either Human, Faunus or Grimm but I mostly recommend the last one because:

1. It would be interesting to see a Grimm that is mostly red and white instead of primarily black.
2. The idea of a R.W.B.Y character having Death Factor or something similar as a Semblance is impossible so having Life Absorption would be a better ability by letting Salem work on some dark magic on the Grimm.
3. The tentacles feels like it should belong to Grimms unless there's a Faunus with multiple prehensile limbs more than Sun and Tyrian but the Grimms could remove that biological limitation.

(The pictures are the best I can do, I'm no artist so I used V-Roid to make her as close as I could ☺️)

Character Profile: Ember Grey

Allusion: The Big Bad Wolf

Role: Cinder Fall's personal mercenary and stealth infiltrator (Operating alongside Emerald and Mercury).

History: Cinder found Ember on the streets of Mistral. Ember was stealing Dust crystals to then sell on later. Cinder was impressed by Ember's abilities and immediately saw the use in such an operative. Once brought into the fold by Cinder, Ember became fiercely loyal to her. Cinder is actually the person that gave Ember the name "Ember".

Personality: Ember is the living embodiment of puppy brain; she's hyperactive, energetic, and completely unhinged. However, she's also extremely deadly and skilled. She's completely and utterly loyal to her pack (Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, Roman, and Neo). Her prized possession (and best friend behind Neo) is a skull that she's called Yorick.

Relationships: Cinder is Ember's entire world, her mistress and master, her word is law. Emerald and Mercury are seen as her perfect siblings in Ember's eyes, though she originally saw them as rivals to Cinder's "affection". Roman Torchwick is the funny man with the hat and cane, two items that Ember loves to steal and run around his warehouse with as he tries to catch her. Neo is Ember's best friend, she's the mirror to Ember's smoke. Those five people (Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, Roman, and Neo) are the only people on Remnant that are allowed to touch Ember's ears without fear of losing a hand.

Appearance: Peachy pale caucasian skin with a messy, layered grey wolf cut. Placed on top of her head are matching grey wolf ears. Her eyes are a striking, multi-toned blend of smouldering orange, yellow, and red. She wears a long, heavy charcoal-grey hooded cloak with an inner lining that subtly glows like dying embers (a clever use of some stolen Fire Dust and flame-retardant clothing). Underneath the cloak she wears a slightly torn light grey top, darker grey jeans, and knee high black leather boots.

Weapon & Semblance

Weapon (Ashen Fangs): Dual matte-charcoal suppressed automatic pistols equipped with vicious, forward-curved karambit blades. The edges glow with an intense forge-heat. Finger rings allow her to spin the weapons at blinding speeds, switching instantly between gunfire and reverse-grip slicing. These were a "gift" from Cinder. They're clean, sleek, and professional.

New weapon (Rat-a-tat): A fully automatic Sten Gun made by Ember from spare parts and scrap metal in Roman Torchwick's warehouse. It has an engraved skull (Yorick) on the base of the cylindrical receiver. The weapon can completely fold in on itself with a flick of a switch, making it look like a simple metal tube. In tube mode, the stock can slide out by itself, turning the tube into a metal baton or bludgeon.

Semblance (Cinder Step): Allows Ember to dissolve into a cloud of hot ash and smoke to dodge attacks and reposition instantly. If enemies strike the residual smoke, the embers inside pop like firecrackers, causing minor burns and distraction. This semblance also grants Ember a slight immunity to heat and fire (much like Nora's allows her to be somewhat immune to electricity). She definitely named her semblance after her mistress.

Faunus Advantage: While her smoke blinds and chokes everyone on the battlefield, her wolf ears and heightened senses allow her to track targets through the dark by their breathing and footsteps.

The Full Story

The Streets of Mistral: Ember, at this point yet to be named such, survived mostly by a mixture of stealing, scavenging, creativity, and absolute insanity! She would steal from Dust shops to make money by selling the product on, later in back alleys. On days when she could make it steal no money, Ember would rummage through trash and rubbish in search of her next meal, talking to her Skull, Yorick, the whole time like "Yes it dirty-smelly, but there be treasure if we digging more!". The people in Mistral, mainly the shopkeepers and vendors that were able to catch her, would refer to Ember as "pest", "nuisance", or even "vermin", going as far as to even chase her with improvised weapons when they'd catch her stealing. This gave Ember a complete lack of trust in everyone, and only strengthened her already immense insanity.

It was on the streets that Ember discovered her Semblance, though at the time she had no name for it. It was after a failed robbery, so that meant no money for food and that particular day she was unable to find anything even remotely edible in the waste. She sat on the damp stone floor of an alleyway between two buildings, holding Yorick close to her chest. Ember watched as smoke and steam rose from a chimney on the roof. She saw how free the smoke was to rise up and away from all the troubles and hate of the street and she wished to feel the same freedom; the freedom to just float away from it all and be unhurtable. Once she got her Semblance and learned the basics of how to use it, the robberies became even more frequent, daring, and most importantly, successful!

The Life She No Longer Remembers: Ember wasn't always like this, of course she wasn't. Before the literal insanity of the streets, Ember (at this point named Haru Lupin) lived with her parents in a modest but cosy home in Mistral. Her father, Issac Lupin, was a poet and playwright. He'd read stories, poems, and plays to Haru to help her sleep and whenever he'd spend time with her, his office always smelling of ink, parchment, and tea. Haru's mother, Maru Lupin, was a seamstress, running a small stall in the markets where she sold her dresses and clothes. One day, drawn by the prospect of a quieter life outside of the city, Issac and Maru went to visit a settlement outside of the walls of Mistral to see if it was where they really wanted to live and raise Haru. They left Haru under the care of a friend, promising that they'd only be gone a few days at the most. This settlement was called Kuroyuri. Naturally, Issac and Maru never returned. When the police came to check on the house, Haru fled out of fear of the strangers banging at her door and ran into the streets, leaving behind her home and nearly everything she owned and knew.

The One Possession: As Ember fled her home, she only had time to grab one object. That object being a skull on her father's desk. It wasn't a calculated act or even anything logical, she was just a scared child that wanted something, anything, to remind her of her father and help her feel safe. Now on the streets and with no memories of her name, parents, or life before, Ember carries this skull wherever she goes, talking to it like it can speak back. Through a mixture of longing and her disconnection with reality, Ember, for some reason unknown to her, chose to name the skull Yorick.

The First Meeting With Cinder: Cinder meeting Ember wasn't planned, she hadn't heard tell of a little, feral wolf-girl that could turn into smoke, she was simply in Mistral meeting with a contact. On her way back from the meeting, Cinder heard a commotion in the marketplace and, drawn by a macabre sense of curiosity, went to investigate. It was there that she saw a small girl with wolf ears, clutching a glowing crystal of Fire Dust and a skull on her hip, running from a group of guards. The guards caught up to the girl, cornering her against a wall and began ordering her to give back the Dust. Cinder was about to turn away and leave, but that's when something caught her eye; the girl wasn't crying with fear of the guards, she was growling, staring up at the with a defiant glow in her eyes. Ember, being one to never go down or make things easy, placed the stolen crystal in her mouth and bit down hard, causing it to shatter and explode in a ball of flame around her, sending the guards sprawled across the ground in various states of consciousness. Ember, mostly unharmed because of her Semblance, made a break for it and ran down an alley to escape. Cinder saw in that moment, not a simple street rat, but a valuable asset. She came back later to find Ember half buried in a trashcan, digging for her dinner and talking to Yorick, who was currently placed on the ground next to the bin. As Cinder entered the alleyway, Ember fell out of the bin and turned to see her approaching. Ember dropped to all fours and growled, her ears pinned back and teeth bared, saying "Don't know pretty lady! Smells expensive! Away! AWAY!". Cinder simply smiled that cold, calculating smile, knelt down, and held out a fresh and warm roll of bread. Ember's eyes widened as she sniffed the air and snuck closer, snatching the roll before quickly backing up to practically inhale the "meal". Cinder introduced herself as Ember ate, and promised more if the girl came with her and did as she said. Ember didn't trust her at first, of course she didn't, but she couldn't deny the allure of regular fresh meals. As Cinder turned to leave the alley, Ember quickly picked up Yorick, attached him to her belt, and scampered after Cinder.

"Alright, Amy, say cheese!" - Maia Valkyrie, first day at Beacon Academy; ca. 114 A.R.

Hello, how's it been! I'm back to share a brand-new commission today, courtesy of the fantastic artist millenium_sunset (also called Miles)! I truly appreciate all of her hard work!

This time around, we have the leader of Team AMRS, herself, Amaryllis Schnee (with a noticeably more detailed design). Who appears to have agreed to a photo op courtesy of her bestie, Maia. And I gotta say, she totally captured her good side (both May and the artist)! 😁

As always, be sure to check out the artist's socials if you like her work! She totally deserves it! 😁

The night had settled above with the air tinged with patience and night fall anarchy. Blossomed by the dazzling lights, wealthy smiles, and two face glares.

Your teams are on an Undercover Mission in a high class social gathering. What kind of place is said gathering?How do each of them disguise themselves, outfit apparel, and what is their roles to play in order to find the target?

The Gala was prolific with conversations spread between each other. Along with the endless display of cooled wine glasses and plattered entrees. Becoming an overzealous display of assumed influence and wealth. A fevor pitch to those with too much time on their hands and an appetite to be admired.

Pleasantries were exchanged along with the provocations of one's growth compared to others. Social, economical, or even declarations of succeeding in garnering a spouse.

Women of all condition were fashioned with the gaudiest of designed dresses. Ornate enough to be comparable of a performance, with jewelry leaving nothing to the imagination of wealth put on splendor.

Men flocked to them in waves like a moth to a flame. Fueling their feminine wiles to an eleven as the attention sought to be reciprocated if even for a glance.

Yet, the bitter, even rotten taste of jealousy and envy swamped their composed expressions when the chattering of midnight heels strut through the open floors of the Gala. Shifting the tides and immediately curried favor and approval.

A young beauty of fair complexion without a single speck of imperfections. Eyes gleaming a bright beauty of noble jade. Hair as silky smooth and dashed with a glossy texture rivaling polished steel.

She paced through with a poise of no other, born from the high grape vine of excellence. The smile of crimson lips tempting to be spoken to as a single glance could whisk you away.

A mesmerizing dress flowed with each careful step. Steeped in the luckiest of clover fabrics hovering a ghostly breath above the floor. With a modest overlapping silk sash covering her exposed shoulders. Dawning the young woman's head was a mosaic veiled top hat.

Her very presence stilled conversations down to a whisper as admirers couldn't strip themselves from her noble decorum. Nor the few that nestled closely to her side.

Behind her were a pair of faunus. Outfitted with a white dress shirt, and silver ties. As the fox faunus woman carried herself in a dark cherry red suit. With the more taller dog faunus man wearing a dark cognac suit. While prominently beside the refined young woman, was a more polite resolute smaller girl.

Wearing a soft lilac dress shirt that flourished across the smaller girls plump, youthful skin. Condensed behind an intricate web of a laces to her dark coal pinafore dress. Making every step both fleeting and branding to her quiet presence.

Remi: "And why couldn't I be a fancy noble woman? Not that I wanted to."

She scoffed and turned a dangerous leer to the crowd. One deserving as a stationed guard, only for the young woman to lift her white pearly gilded fan. Covering her mouth as she spoke, dropping a few octaves.

Silver: "When was the last time you've heard a rich fox faunus making the headlines? It would've been an easy read."

Remi scoffed at the irrefutable fact. Twitching another leer as she gave her determined leader a once over from head to toe. Unable to deny how immaculate and refined they were. Except.

Remi: "I get that, but... why, the dress?..."

A small tug of Silver's smirk quickly came and went, replaced with his focused gleam.

Silver: "I had caught wind of some individuals attending that had done business with us. They would recognize me and put the Mission in jeopardy. This was the only option."

Silver continued to strut through the crowd with an air of classy arrogance that demanded importance. Yet he governed the feminine concealment of poise. With Piña clearing her throat, drawing her teams attention.

Piña: "My lady, Piña advises you to resume your dignity. We are drawing an audience."

Without any hesitation, Silver's cadence returned to tune back at the formulated level. Opting to a higher pitch that throttled the line of seduction and persecution for his persona.

Silver: "I agree. Thank you for your insight Piña."

A small smile flashed on Piña's lips to the endearing praise. While in the close cocoon of their premeditated goal. All was swell as they blended into the crowd.

Yet, Auron's expression was scowled and exuded unease. Unsure if he was threatening a glare to the admirers across the crowd or struggling to breath in the unfamiliar clothing. Trying to brush of his nervous perspiration behind his neck.

Only to catch Remi's attention to his unusual silence.

Remi: "Auron? What's got you all quiet, don't tell me it's too classy for you."

His down folded ears pointed high to Remi's call. Flickering his eyes to find hers and force a cracked smile.

Auron: "No, I'm perfectly fine. Everything's good hehe..."

His blush was hard to see across his sun touched skin. But, he would always stammer his focus away from Silver anytime he would catch a fraction of his leader's slender silhouette and refined frame.

Silver: "Auron, dear."

Auron's body pulsed like a tangle of nerves being strung along. Fighting against his instincts to look away, only to be called by a siren's tune from his name being uttered.

Freezing his body stiff when he caught the playful sharp edges of Silver's glamored lashes. His heart racing and silencing his throat in a dry empty spell of thoughts.

Silver: "Behave and do well on this Mission. And I'll reward you for your efforts."

Auron nervously scratched the back of his neck, trying to muster up the nerve to respond back.

Auron: "Yes Sir—... Ma'am."

His back arched downwards to his flustered plight. Only for his tail to be wagging like a windmill blade to the promise.

Silver refocused straight ahead as his team cleared away any doubt and marched on. Prepared to capture the ring leader to an underground Faunus Slave Trade.

Silver: "Let's begin shall we."

TLDR

• Silver - Rich Beauty
• Auron - Bodyguard #1
• Piña - Beauty's Aid
• Remi - Bodyguard #2

Yo hice todo un arbol genealogico para la familia de Pyrrha... Y a la mitad de ellos no han aparecido en ninguno de mis dos Fanfics... 2/3 de ellos no han tenido mas de 2 dialogos y solamente 9 de estos OC's va a ser reelevante en el futuro v:

🦅 Character Profile: Kaito Branwen (Vol. 1 - 3)

👤 General Information

• Age: 17 years old. • Height: 1.79 m (5'10").

• Appearance: Messy black hair, deep red eyes (a trait inherited from the Branwen lineage). He wears a long black coat with a red lining and hood, a tight-fitting black t-shirt, dark trousers adorned with straps, and red gauntlets/forearm guards.

• Family:

• Raven Branwen (Mother)

• Taiyang Xiao Long (Father)

• Yang Xiao Long (Older sister by ~9 months)

• Ruby Rose (Younger half-sister)

🧠 Personality and Psychology

• Traits: Sarcastic, rebellious, independent, proud, arrogant, and highly competitive.

• Defense Mechanism: He employs a sharp, dark sense of humor to keep others at a distance and prevent them from getting close to him. He harbors a deep-seated aversion to taking orders.

• Emotional Background: His facade of arrogance masks profound insecurities and trauma stemming from a childhood devoid of affection, defined by constant pressure and a hostile environment.

⚔️ Combat Style: Velo-Silat

Kaito specializes in stealth, ambushes, and direct elimination. His physique is not suited for prolonged, head-on exchanges or wars of attrition; instead, he aims to end fights with a single, precise, surgical strike.

• Martial Arts: He is proficient in an aggressive style of Taekwondo (focused on kicks and knee strikes), Parkour (for rapid mobility), and Iaijutsu (the art of the quick-draw sword strike).

• Tactics: Heavily inspired by ninjas and samurai. He excels at reading the terrain to triangulate his movements, leveraging the element of surprise to deliver lethal blows to vital areas—such as the trachea or the blood vessels in the throat—to induce asphyxiation or immediate collapse.

🎴 Semblance: Crimson Trail

• Effect: Instant, short-range teleportation. Upon activation, it leaves behind a dense cloud of dark, wine-red smoke at both the point of origin and the destination, acting as a natural smokescreen to blind enemies.

• Conditions and Limitations:

• Requires structures or objects in the environment to triangulate position. In open, empty terrain, the effort required increases drastically, leading to much faster exhaustion.

• Practiced since the age of 6, making its activation as natural as running.

• Carrying capacity: Capable of teleporting heavy objects or 2–4 people simultaneously; however, this drains Aura at an alarming rate, risking extreme fatigue, nosebleeds, or fainting.

🔋 Aura and Stamina

• Aura Level: Possesses an Aura reserve well above the average for Huntsmen. Rather than using it primarily as a defensive shield, it serves as the essential fuel for his Semblance.

• Physique: Did not inherit the colossal physical strength or innate endurance of the Xiao Long lineage (with Yang being notably stronger). While not fragile, he compensates with excellent reflexes and reaction times for dodging, paired with an exceptionally high pain tolerance.

🗡️ Arsenal and Weapon Evolution

1. Previous: Ame-no-Murakumo

• History: Served as his primary sword during Volumes 1 and 2. It was lost early in Volume 3 following a devastating confrontation with a mutated Grimm King Taijitu.

1. New Weapon: Crimson Echo

• Origin: Designed and built by his half-sister, Ruby Rose, as a special gift following the loss of his previous sword—a gesture reflecting the deep affection and support she holds for him as her "big brother." • Characteristics: A traditional Japanese katana with a 73-centimeter blade.

• Dust Alignment System: The scabbard features an internal mechanism that houses compact cartridges of elemental "Dust" (Fire, Lightning, Gravity, Ice, etc.). When the katana is fully sheathed, the blade automatically aligns with the selected cartridge.

• Powered Draw-Strike (Iaijutsu): The hilt incorporates a mechanical trigger (similar to a motorcycle throttle). By pressing it at the exact moment of the draw, the scabbard releases a violent burst of kinetic energy and injects flammable Dust along the edge. The blade is ejected at tremendous speed, wreathed in the chosen element, ensuring a devastating initial strike.

Just today, I was watching a streamer play through the iconic TellTale game "The Wolf Among Us", and she got to the scene where Bigby Wolf transforms into is final "Big Bad Wolf" form, and (spoiler alert) uses his wind breath attack ("I'll huff and I'll puff!") to defeat Bloody Mary.

Well, that got me wondering something. Has anyone in the FNDM created a Grimm specifically based on the Big Bad Wolf? By this I mean a Grimm similar to what we see in The Wolf Among Us: A giant Grimm with the body of a true wolf (not a Beowulf's style of body) that has the power to unleash some kind of wind breath attack against its enemies?

If anyone in the FNDM has created such a concept for a brand new Grimm, I'd love to hear everything about it! As always, please be respectful when posting your replies.

Despite his size, and true to his semblance; Cyrus is a menace. It isn't uncommon to hear maniacal laughter coming from the hyena faunus, often paired with a crooked grin and the act of slinging his weapon, Marrow over his shoulder mid-combat. To him, combat is just a game, a form of entertainment rather than a life or death senario. A fact that can annoy his opponents.

I really don't draw this pyromaniac nearly enough as i probably should.

Not much to say here xD, Seraphina aka best snek, belongs to u/Razzious_Mobgriz !

( Also third pic is how she convinced him to pose for it xD )

Also, here is Veinarts Vgen, check it out !

(Little thing I made this oc cause I thought strand from destiny would make a crazy semblance and I rolled with it)

Name: Kai Midori

Semblance: "Thread Weaver." Thread weaver allows the user to see the "threads" of reality and bend them to their will. Thread weavers use these "threads" to entangle grim in a web of sorts, grapple to anchor points they can see, and form weapons and constructs or threadlings to help them fight. they can only use this semblance for a short period of time before becoming exhausted and their aura depletes leaving them vulnerable.

Aura color: bright green with a hint of teal.

allusion: The Moirai

Weapon: He uses his semblance as his weapon (i was too lazy to come up with one lmao)

Backstory: Kai grew up in Mantle, where his mother repaired uniforms and insulated work clothes for Atlas personnel. She taught him to mend torn fabric, patch gloves, and make do with whatever materials were on hand. His father worked maintenance on the lifts and transit lines connecting Mantle to Atlas, so Kai learned early that the shining city above depended on people whose names rarely made it onto a plaque. His Semblance first appeared during a Grimm attack on a crowded transit station. As a support beam buckled and people scrambled for the exits, Kai saw faint green strands stretching between the beam, the walls, and the people below. He reached for them instinctively. The threads snapped taut, holding the beam long enough for everyone to escape—and then lashed around the Grimm, pinning it until Huntsmen arrived. Kai collapsed the moment the danger passed. Word of the incident reached Atlas. The military saw potential in a Semblance that could restrain Grimm, create temporary weapons, and move a fighter through difficult terrain. Kai was offered a place at an Atlas combat academy, along with access to specialist training. His family encouraged him to go, hoping he could earn a future beyond Mantle. Kai accepted, but soon realized that some of his instructors cared less about him as a student than about how useful his ability might be in the field.

Payday just hit and it's time for some new dreads. No holds bar. Depending on the member of the team, what style and attire would they clad themselves and the other members in?

Silver: High Class Elegance

• Silver: White Dress Shirt, Emerald Tie, Ash Gray Suit with matching Pants, Black Rain Coat with matching Short Gloves.

• Auron: Black Dress Shirt, Pants, and Overcoat, Cognac Sleeveless Vest, Gray Bowtie.

• Piña: Azure Blue short-skirt Ruffled Dress, White Opera Gloves, Black Embroidered Vest.

• Remi: Rouge Chinese Style high-thigh Slit Dress, White Boa Scarf, Black Opera Gloves, Gold Gilded Fan.

Auron - Street Punk

• Silver: Blue Baggy Slacks, White T-shirt, Gray crop top waistcoat.

• Auron: Dark Gray Muscle Shirt, Fur lined - Dark Brown Sleeveless Zip-up Jacket, Black Cargo Shorts.

• Piña: Red Sleeveless Wool Turtleneck, Matching Arm Warmers, Diagonal Black Leather Belt, Pink Skirt, Gray Thigh High Leggings, Combat Boots.

• Remi: Black High Boots, White Booty Shorts, Black Crop Top Shirt, Dark Red Denim Jacket, Tennis Cap.

Piña: Victorian Countryside

• Silver: Emerald Overcoat, Silver Vest, Black Dress Shirt, Red Tie, Black Pants.

• Auron: White Button-up Shirt, Brown Slacks with Black-strap Overalls, Smokey Gray Beret Cap.

• Piña: White Low-cut Shoulder Length Dress, Sky Blue Embroidery, Black Veiled Sun hat.

• Remi: Black Bustle Dress, Gray Corset, Rouge High Collar Coat.

Remi: City Casual

• Silver: Gray T-Shirt, Light Blue Button up, Tan Pants.

• Auron: Brown Leather Jacket, Black T-shirt, White Sports Shorts.

• Piña: Pink Sleeved Button-up Dress Shirt, Black Overall Skirt, Gray Stockings.

• Remi: White Bell Bottoms, Rouge Tube Top, Blue Crop Top Vest, Laced Sandals.

Here is Team UATR, pronounced “water”! While this isn’t the first time the team has shown up here, I made quite a bit of changes and overhauls over time, so a quick reintroduction of the team is in order.

Team UATR is a team of huntresses-in-training originally based in Beacon Academy. The members enrolled in the same year as Team CFVY and are allied with Team RWBY. After the fall of Beacon, the team transferred to Shade Academy, where they became part of the Beacon Brigade, a group of former Beacon students. They later took part in additional missions across Vacuo and protected the academy from the Crown. Amid mounting crises, from the arrival of Atlesian refugees to the fall of Vale, Team UATR vows to keep moving forward and continue protecting people in need.

ULYSSA AZUREA (U)

A butterfly Faunus from Vale, Ulyssa fell in love with bedtime stories about brave huntsmen and their valiant battles. During a family trip, a severe storm struck, but Ulyssa also unlocked her Semblance amid the turbulent weather. After protecting her family with her Semblance, she realized she could use her abilities for the greater good. She would follow in the paths of huntsmen before her, and Professor Ozpin would name her as the leader of Team UATR.

Allusion: Odysseus, King of Ithaca and hero of the Odyssey
Birth Date: July 20
Birthplace: Vale
Age: 20 (as of Volume 9)
Race: Faunus (Ulysses butterfly)
Height: 5’5’’
Relationship: Unattached

Weapon: Imperator, a poleaxe that can double as a grenade launcher (concept)

Semblance: Aegis. Ulyssa can store energy from taking damage and then use the energy to create powerful shields or barriers.

Personality: Ulyssa is bubbly and often keeps an optimistic outlook, even in times of crises. She is loyal to and protective of her friends, to the point that she will put herself in harm’s way to keep her friends safe. She can get straight to business if the circumstances are serious, but she remains compassionate and dislikes being blunt. Ulyssa is risk-seeking and has a habit of pulling off reckless tactics as she sees fit, such as sacrificing her queens in chess or using grenades up close.

Fun Facts:

• Ulyssa has the largest Aura pool of the Team UATR members. This pool is often quickly depleted due to her high-risk combat strategies and the nature of her Semblance, which requires her to take hits.
• Ulyssa has a green thumb and a hobby of collecting a variety of flowers.
• The movement of Ulyssa’s wings may correlate with her emotional state. Her wings can flap quickly when she is excited, and they become droopier when she is sad.

ALTHEA KIM (A)

A native of Mistral, Althea lived an uncomplicated life with her baker father and her musician mother. Then seemingly out of nowhere, she started having dreams after dreams of destroying creatures of Grimm. Her parents also had weird dreams out of the blue, and they came to discover that all of this was due to Althea’s Semblance. The incredible dreams of heroism, along with her parents’ encouragement, convinced Althea to aim towards a huntress career.

Allusion: Honjwi (혼쥐), a mouse representing the human soul, and a Korean tale about how people’s dreams come from their souls wandering around in the form of mice
Birth Date: February 12
Birthplace: Mistral (city of Argus)
Age: 20 (as of Volume 9)
Race: Faunus (house mouse)
Height: 5’4’’
Relationship: Unattached

Weapon: Essence, a one-handed sword (hwandudaedo) + Reverie, a bow and a scabbard for Essence (concept)

Semblance: Wandering Dreams. Althea can cause people to experience vivid dreams that are based on her personal experiences, and vice versa. It has the evolved ability to induce dream-like hallucinations.

Personality: Althea is high-spirited and energetic, and she is comparable to Ulyssa in this regard. Though she is generally kind-hearted, she can sense malicious intent and can respond accordingly, such as with malicious compliance. In serious cases such as witnessing blatant injustice, she can be assertive and may also respond in a snarky or mocking manner. Other than malicious intent, she can read the room rather quickly, and she is often the first in her team to notice that a friend is upset or that something feels off.

Fun Facts:

• Althea is the unofficial head baker of Team UATR, and she often bakes treats for her teammates.
• Althea has a few cousins that live in different villages and settlements across Mistral.
• Althea's emblem is based on the orpine (Hylotelephium telephium), which she encountered a few times in the past while she was back in Mistral.

ESTELLE TALISMAN (T)

Estelle enjoyed hearing the stories her huntsman father had about his missions, as well as conversations her fashion designer mother had with her huntsmen clients. Estelle’s father also entertained her by doing magic tricks with his Semblance, so it came as a great shock when she was able to pull off her own trick by making a puddle of water seemingly rock-solid. The discovery of her very own Semblance, combined with passion for huntsmen adventures, inspired her to pursue huntsman training with her father’s close support.

Allusion: The apprentice and his sorcerer master in The Sorcerer's Apprentice, a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Birth Date: April 23
Birthplace: Mistral
Age: 20 (as of Volume 9)
Race: Human
Height: 5’6’’
Relationship: Dating Rianne Candie

Weapon: Luminosa, a flashlight mace that doubles as a wand (concept)

Semblance: Tensive Form. Estelle can manipulate the cohesion of an object (elasticity/surface tension), such as making a metal shield soft like a pillow or making a water surface act like a solid floor.

Personality: Estelle may look strict and reserved at first, but she is pretty laid back. She is an adventurous, curious person with a love for reading books and exploring the outdoors. As she grew up with fashion, Estelle has a love for different styles and a clothing-related shopaholic habit. She respects people of all levels and strengths; she dislikes it when people tease others over their weaknesses and may call them out with polite reminders to be more understanding.

Fun Facts:

• Estelle’s favourite book genres include adventure and fantasy.
• Besides reading, Estelle loves to delve into dressmaking and tailoring, and she made a few garments such as scarfs for her teammates.
• Estelle sometimes wears a pointed hat with a blue strip.

RIANNE CANDIE (R)

Rianne grew up mostly isolated, with her scientist parents often away working for the Atlesian Military. After being repeatedly told by bullies that she will amount to nothing, she set forth to prove them wrong by training as a huntress, while also building her engineering and technical expertise. During a training session, Rianne saw her mother smiling at her, and though it turned out to be a clone (inadvertently created by Rianne’s Semblance), she became ever more determined to be a huntress.

Allusion: Captain Nemo from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas, a novel by Jules Verne
Birth Date: October 8
Birthplace: Atlas (city of Atlas)
Age: 20 (as of Volume 9)
Race: Faunus (blue-ringed octopus)
Height: 5’3’’
Relationship: Dating Estelle Talisman

Weapon: Undersea, a pair of knife-revolvers (concept)

Semblance: Spitting Image. Rianne can create one lifelike clone of a person with whom she has close bonds, or of whom she has strong memories (whether for positive or negative reasons)

Personality: Rianne's upbringing led to her being introverted, shy, and more irritable than many other people in general. She has a perfectionist attitude due to constantly feeling the need to prove herself and can quickly become anxious if she makes a mistake. However, she also has a caring attitude, and she looks out for her teammates and friends. When she is with familiar faces, Rianne becomes talkative, and her passion for interests such as weapon design and technology would become apparent.

Fun Facts:

• After Beacon Initiation, Rianne’s engineering expertise allowed her to improve the efficiency of her teammates’ weapons.
• During the time they were able to spend with each other, Rianne and her parents may visit the three other kingdoms. Of the other kingdoms, Vale is her most favourite.
• Rianne’s tied hair resembles the general shape of octopus arms. Over time, it became more common for her to keep her hair down.

I think a subtle way to show off someone's personality is how they text. Do they write their texts in a neat and grammatically-correct fashion, or do they prefer quick, to the point texts? Do they type it all at once, or send multiple messages?

I'll give examples of my own to give an idea of what I mean.

Isabella de Rochelle: voice clips (As she is blind.)

Demeter Kraljevsto:

Hey did you get those things yet

reply

Kk ty

Elizabeth Hawthorne:

I'll be up on the roof for the mission. Call if you need me. Also please make sure we account for civilians; we cannot have casualties here.

Ruzha Kholodov:

yo can u pick up cigs for me

also a 6 pack

illl pay u back

k thx

(With each line being a new message.)

Zilar Winthal:

We got the guy but his drugs disappeared, idk where they went

reply

Probs stolen or something? I haven't asked

A LumiRhea commission my parter got for our anniversary, we really do just have the same mind :p

Artist: Scherb.jpg on Instagram

(You gotta go show them some love, this is an absolutely amazing piece)

I know this isn't art related to my OC's compared to the others but please bear with me.

Also I'm more of a sketchiest where I draw random doodles whenever I feel like it.

I decided to write out how Periwinkle and Winter originally meet!

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The Vytal Festival was a celebration of the peace treaty signed on Vytal Island that ended the Great War 74 years ago. It is held every 2 years in one of the four Kingdoms. It’s the 37^th festival and the hosting city was Atlas. Winter Schnee knew all this despite being 18 and fresh faced in Atlas Academy. The rest of her team didn’t want to enter the main spectacle of the festival, the tournament. But there were other competitions Atlas chose to host where full team participation was not needed. One such offering that Winter chose to pursue was a marksman contest.

Hearing her number called pulled her out of her thoughts and she stepped up to the table where the judge stood opposite her and across the table. Before any shooting was done, each contestant had to disassemble their weapon for inspection. This was an anti-cheating policy to ensure no one was using illegal modifications. Winter disassembled the sniper rifle she had with the same precision and skill she brought to everything. The judge inspected each part closely before signaling her to reassemble. She did so. The judge gave her a nod. “There is a locker to place the weapon in with your number. Place your weapon inside your assigned locker and assign it a lock code. Any access before the competition after this point will mean disqualification.” Winter nodded back in understanding and started to make her way to the row of lockers.

The next number was called as she stepped away. She glanced over from her locker as a Faunus stepped forward. She had a dark, sun touched tone to her skin that gave her away as a Vacuo student and the uniform she had on confirmed that. Her large fennec ears swiveled on her head, listening to every sound around her. What was surprising to everyone present is that the gun this contestant brought forward was not a sniper rifle as every other person entering was using but a six-shooter revolver that she pulled from its holster on her hip.

Winter finally turned away, having secured her weapon, as the girl started the same disassembly of her gun that every contestant was required to do. For now, she headed to the stands where her sister, brother, and mother were waiting. Weiss smiled at her as she approached. “You’re done?”

Winter nodded at the question. “Yes, until the competition actually starts.” Their father wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t, he had much better things to do than come watch his daughter compete. Still, she wasn’t that bothered by it. It was long expected. She sat next to the rest of her family, Weiss and she falling into conversation before long.

The competition itself was round robin style. There was both individual shooting rounds as well as duel rounds where shooters competed against each other to hit the most discs out of those fired. The count of discs hit going into a calculation versus the opponent’s hits. This calculated the number of points earned for that round. Each person had two solo rounds and then competed against each other competitor. The total number of points earned determined the final ranking.

Winter scored two perfects on her solo rounds, hitting every disc with pinpoint accuracy and not a single wasted shot. It was the duel rounds that were more interesting though. Because they were next to each other in the numbering system, Winter’s first opponent was the Faunus with the revolver.

They met on the field and shook hands as was expected. The girl smiled, a simultaneously friendly and confident curve of her lips. “Periwinkle Blackridge. First year at Shade academy.”

Winter nodded in confirmation. “Winter Schnee. First year at Atlas.”

Periwinkle nodded back as they were told to take their places. Winter was trying and failing not to underestimate the competition. She was using a six shooter; how did she possibly expect to beat her?

But the Faunus quickly proved she was not to be underestimated. By the end, Winter had 1/3 of the disc to Periwinkle’s 2/3s. It hadn’t even been close. Winter’s lips fought back the scowl that threatened to plaster there as she marched off, frustrated at herself and her opponent in equal measure. Weiss was indignant for her sister as Winter returned to them until her next match. “How can it be legal for someone to bring a revolver to a marksman competition?”

Winter sighed as she sat next to her. “Technically, it’s allowed. There are no limits on weapon type save for certain modifications deemed as unfair advantage.”

Weiss crossed her arms. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s cheating somehow.”

Winter looked over. “No, I saw her gun during disassembly. It’s legal. She was using her semblance during the match, but that’s allowed if its part of your shooting process. She’s just that good.”

Weiss perked up and looked over in surprise. That was a compliment and those didn’t come easy from Winter.

Winter was surer of her assessment after watching more matches with Periwinkle in them. In fact, Winter found that her count came closest to even and that said something. Most were splits of ¼ to ¾, 1/5 to 4/5, or even 1/6 to 5/6 in favor of Periwinkle. By the end, Winter had formed a grudging respect for her. She was as good as she’d stated originally.

At the end of all the rounds, Periwinkle had obviously taken first, and Winter had come in second. Winter was almost glad her father wasn’t here. He would have taken offense to her ranking. Winter didn’t. She had the understanding that sometimes you just meet someone better than you at something. And she could accept she was beaten fairly by someone with superior skill. As she told Weiss, she was just that good.

In the post awards mingle, Winter was surprised as Periwinkle approached. “You know, I didn’t expect anyone able to come close to keeping up.” Her tone was sincere but had an edge of humor to it.

The comment and the tone pulled a smile out of the normally serious cadet. “I wasn’t expecting to be beat by someone with a revolver, but here we are.”

Periwinkle’s lips curled into a grin. “Most people don’t in this kind of competition.” She paused for a moment before her grin settled into a smile. “Considering you’re from Atlas, maybe you could show me around? I’ll be the first to admit I get lost without a good map.”

Winter actually laughed at that. “Able to snipe with the best using a six-shooter but can’t hold directions?”

Periwinkle rubbed her neck sheepishly, smiling. “it’s a work in progress, so.”

Winter’s lips had found their way into a smile as well. “Sure. I don’t mind. But I’m with my family today. Is that alright?”

Periwinkle nodded, her smile still there. “That’s fine.”

Winter nodded back and signaled her to follow as they headed for the stands where Weiss, Whitley, and Willow were waiting. Willow glanced over, her head swimming and clearly having been drinking again. “Winter, will you be alright if I leave Whitley and Weiss in your care?”

Winter nodded at that. “Yes, mother, that’s fine. I can see them home later.”

Willow nodded in gratitude and stood to head off.

All three of the Schnee children looked a certain amount of uncomfortable in the whole situation.

Periwinkle cleared her throat, trying to pull them away from the situation. “Your sister agreed to help show me around. Is that still alright?”

Weiss perked up, giving Winter a look before nodding. “We don’t mind.”

Whitley just shrugged and got to his feet. “Nothing new.”

They walked around the festival grounds first. Weiss was the one who noticed it first. There was a connection forming between Winter and Periwinkle. Periwinkle managed to make Winter laugh three times within the hour they explored, Weiss noted, and that had to be a record. It didn’t help that Winter was struggling to hide the smile as they walked and talked.

Winter looked at Periwinkle, asking another question. “Where are you staying?” Periwinkle smiled. “The building set up for high level military. My father runs the largest defense force Vacuo has military wise. He had something he had to attend today, or he’d be here.” She was sure of that statement. Her father was a gruff man and not particularly emotional. But the emotions were there, the pride was there; He just showed it through action versus saying it.

Winter nodded. “I assume he trained you to shoot then?” Periwinkle grinned. “He did. Once my semblance woke and I said I wanted to use it to become a sniper, he trained me nearly to into the ground.”

Another nod and Winter asked another question. “What is your semblance? I could tell you used it, but I couldn’t tell what it did.”

Periwinkle nodded back this time. “Oh. I call it perfect stillness. Basically, the stillness most snipers get through drugs or equipment, I can do with my semblance. The micro trimmers everyone normally have fade when I use it. I can basically lock my muscles in a way that holds everything completely still. Hence the name.”

Winter actually smiled. “Useful. No wonder you can make a six-shooter work as a sniper.”

Weiss glanced back, smiling now. She’d been listening but finally joined the conversation.  “Semblance tend to reflect who we are, right? Guess it makes sense since you you’re from a military family?”

Winter glanced forward to her sister. “That’s partly correct, but only in theory. Some people believe the reverse where the Semblance influences the personality instead of the other way around. There’s no real way to prove which direction it goes. The only thing that’s clear is that the two have some kind of interaction with each other.”

Weiss nodded, clearly making a mental note of that. She’d already made it clear that she wanted to become a huntress the same way Winter was. She even started combat school soon.

Perwinkle chuckled. “Interested in the theory then?”

Weiss crossed her arms. “I intend to become a great huntress and that means learning everything I can as soon as I hear it.”

The faunus smiled. “Not a bad thing, getting a head start.”

Winter glanced up at the sky. “We should start making our way back. Mother and Father will be cross if we’re out after dark.”

Whitley, who’d been quiet this whole time, sighed. “Of course they would.” There was an edge to his comment that said he didn’t think it was because of care. He seemed to have an edge about Periwinkle the whole time. Weiss and Winter silently had some idea it was likely because she was faunus. Either cared enough to address it.

Periwinkle nodded. “Alright. I can see the building I’m staying at from here. I shouldn’t have trouble. I figure walk together until we have to part?”

Winter nodded back. “That sounds good. I know what building it is considering its in the upper section.”

They walked back together until the road split. Periwinkle stopped as they did. “Seems this is where we part ways.” She paused for a moment before pulling something out and holding it out to Winter. “Here. It’s my scroll number. I’d like to stay in contact. Like I said, its not everyday I meet someone who has the level of skill you have.”

Winter gave another small smile as she took it. “That sounds good. We’ll be here every day until the festival ends, hopefully we can walk around together again.”

Periwinkle nodded and waved, heading for the building where her and her father had been staying.

Weiss crossed her arms, looking pointedly at Winter after Periwinkle was out of ear shot. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were interested in her.”

Winter, who had started to turn to head toward home, froze. “She’s a skilled shooter; there’s nothing wrong with making useful contacts.” But Weiss could tell she’d hit the mark, much as Winter would adamantly deny it.

After mulling it over, Weiss decided not to prod more. “if you say so.”

The three headed home, Winter pocketing the contact info without saying another word.

The winner gets the satisfaction of being right.

But honestly, my weak spot didn't come out as bad as I thought.

Hello folks!

The problem with my PayPal that I had fir the oast few months has been resolved, so I'm finally able to reopen my Commission!

I'm opening commission for 2 team slots or 8 characters total!

You can either take 4 slots for 1 team and get a discount, or only for individual character ^^

Feel free to DM me if interested, and I'll let you know about the pricing!

(Also for some people that commission I had to postponed indefinitely because of the PayPal problem, please DM me if you want to resume it or cancel it!)

Of your OC Teams, similar to how I've asked long ago about a Semblance Self Tier List. How would you rank your character's battle stats? Along with their role in the team.

Rank F~A - Parameters: Physical Strength / Speed / Defense / Aura / Battle IQ / Reflexes / Stamina / Technique

Silver Clause (Leader/Utility)

-Strength: C

-Speed: C

-Defense: C

-Aura: B

-Battle IQ: A

-Reflexes: B

-Stamina: B

-Technique: A

Auron Volk (Tank/Main DPS)

-Strength: A

-Speed: B

-Defense: A

-Aura: A

-Battle IQ: C

-Reflexes: B

-Stamina: A

-Technique: C

Piña Charloetta (Glass Cannon Sub-DPS)

-Strength: D — A With Semblance

-Speed: D

-Defense: D

-Aura: D

-Battle IQ: D —> C

-Reflexes: C

-Stamina: B

-Technique: C

Remi Inari (Support/Ranger)

-Strength: C

-Speed: A

-Defense: C

-Aura: C

-Battle IQ: B

-Reflexes: A

-Stamina: A

-Technique: B

SAPR Stat Spread

Serafino was born from Ras and Noir Hasteus, a wealthy and politically powerful couple from the Palm District of Menagerie. They were called the Perfect Couple, as everyone who saw them noticed their cheerful demeanor as they spent their days in charity for the rest of the nation. Noir Hasteus would spend her mornings in shelters and support groups, while Ras was known as a skilled defense lawyer of the people. However, once they had a child; the cracks finally began to show… as they had no idea what they wanted their child to be. Noir was adamant about having the perfect daughter who would aid her in shelters and charity while Ras wanted the perfect son who would carry on his mantle as a defender of the people. When their child was born, they were named Serafino Hasteus, and their gender was left undisclosed in the birth certificate. 

Serafino grew up with parents who would treat them differently. When with their father, he was Fino Hasteus, the charismatic young boy who would be in every office meeting, taking down notes and greeting guests with politeness and courtesy. With their mother, she was Sera Hasteus, the charming young lady who would give a cute smile while giving away gifts and effortlessly become the center of attention. Each day was a new outfit, a new dress, a new suit and a new identity. As Serafino grew older, it was harder to fit into these two roles, which led to their parents’ first true fight. “Why couldn’t he be a girl!?” “Why couldn’t she be a boy!?” The loud echoes came at night when the 6 year old couldn’t sleep. The stress finally broke Serafino, forcefully activating the self-defense mechanism of the body: Aura, and granting Serafino the semblance of shapeshifting, to become someone new at a molecular level.
Serafino was delighted, now able to live as both Sera and Fino. But the fights never stopped. Their parents were originally delighted, but now they argued for all the time Serafino could have. Ras wanted his perfect son at all times, and Noir wanted her daughter, ignoring and even spurring the childs’ alter egos. Noir would talk about Fino as Sera’s failure of a brother, and Ras would dismiss the idea of Fino’s ‘sister’ to be of any worth. Serafino suffered this existential dread for 9 more years, growing to be a dependable and near perfect child on the outside; but breaking from within.

When they turned 15, Serafino had concocted an elaborate lie. Signal Academy had accepted them as a Huntsman Candidate due to their exceptional entrance exam scores. This delighted their parents, as Signal and Beacon were extremely popular for producing famous heroes. Of course, none of this was true - Serafino had never even taken the exam. For a whole year, they had conned their parents: preparing a fake test, fake documents, a whole fake website, all of this for one thing: to get the “tuition fee” from their parents to use for a ticket to Vale and start a new life. And one thing that Serafino learned throughout this year… was that they were a very good liar.
Arriving at Vale with their parents’ blessing was a liberating experience. For once, there was no stuffy suit or over decorated dress. Serafino could now do as they wished, and be whoever they wanted whenever they wanted. Using their talents, Serafino spent time hopping from school to school as a “student”, pretending to be enrolled with fake documents for a month before suddenly dropping out. They were known as quite the party animal, forging connections with bars and somehow getting away with some minor infractions and were never caught for it. 

Until one day, 8 months into their stay in Vale, Fino was confronted by a woman named Magenta Pantura of Starlight Showtime Magazine. She explained that she had been watching Serafino for quite some time, noticing their shapeshifting abilities as well as how easy it was for them to enter establishments like schools and bars naturally. She revealed that she was also a Counter, an independent agent who specializes in “ethical espionage” as she likes to say, and offered Serafino a more permanent job. 

The past few months had given Serafino a love for the thrills. To them, deception was not just a means to an end; but a hobby. Perhaps because they’ve been doing it all their life, but now they could lie for no one else but themselves. And so, Magenta’s offer was a dream come true. They accepted, and became Starlight Showtime’s number one fashion model in a month. Of course, that was mostly because being able to fit men’s clothes as Fino and women’s as Sera easily gave them double income. If anyone was upset about it, they wouldn’t be for too long as Serafino’s charm and silver tongue would put them back in anyone’s good graces. Of course, this was just a day job; as the night was spent being Magenta’s personal secret spy. Serafino would regularly gather information from shady businesses and deliver it to the police under a false name, or occasionally handle a request from a fellow model with sleazy observers. It was a thrilling gig that lasted a whole year.

Realizing what else Magenta can do for them, they decided they wanted to make their lie to their parents a reality. After all, Serafino still loved their parents; the lie was to be free of them, not rid of them. And so Serafino pulled in their favors to Magenta, letting the lady weigh the pros and cons of either losing her best agent, or giving them an upgrade. She made the logical choice, signing Serafino up for some combat practice and fake transcripts into Beacon Academy.