Arya Stark

http://rwby-rpg.rwbyfanon.com/index.php There ya go But don't go abandoning us now lol

Copy-pasted her from another RWBY site I was on for a while but am no longer. I can give you the link if you wish.

Thanks bae I'll post after Scrap Also maybe new character incoming I'm feeling inventive

Game of Thrones hype Arya Stark "You are a lady of House Stark." "Yes mother." "I will continue to say this until you get it." "Yes mother." "Are you even listening to me at this point?" "Yes mother." Arya's mother threw her hands up in frustration. She knew when she had lost. Arya was staring out the window, watching the goings-on of Winterfell. Stable boys groomed horses, a blacksmith hammered away, and some servants bringing in fresh vegetables to the kitchens. Arya always loved watching the hustle bustle of the outside world, compared to the endless lessons and boring lectures she was subjected to as a princess. Of course, she was lucky. Hundreds of girls, including the ones she was watching now, doing the laundry, would kill for her life. But for Arya, it always felt... suffocating. The youngest daughter of the Starks finally realized that her mother's lecture had abruptly ended. She turned from her perch, and discovered Lady Catelyn had vanished from her room. Arya thought back to the most recent words that her mother had said. They didn't seem like the type to end a scolding with. Arya remembered what she had done to deserve this particular scolding. It was going to be an adventure. A glimpse into the outside world. An attempt to be who she wanted to be, more than she wanted anything else in the world. In the weeks prior, she had prepared for this expedition. Arya had commanded a servant boy around her size to lend her some clothing. She had stolen a dagger, as well as several loaves of bread. Lots of planning had gone into this plan. And it was all lined up perfectly. Her brothers and father were all out hunting, her sister and mother were distracted with the tailor. An opportunity like this would not be seen again any time soon. So she chopped off her hair, her infuriatingly cute brown locks, dressed in the boy's clothing, packed her stuff, and rushed down the stairs and into the main area of Winterfell. Where she was promptly caught by Septa Mordane. Evidently, the old gods did not have her back on this one. Arya returned to her window perch, climbing up and into the sill now. She began to settle back into her people watching routine when she heard a few sharp knocks on her open door. Arya quickly glanced to the doorway, and smiled widely when she saw her father there. Then her expression turned to a frown when she spotted the grim one he was sporting. He moved over to her, and lightly brushed her short, boyish hair with his tough, leathery hands. "I always loved your hair. It reminded me of Lyanna." Arya shut her eyes. Her father always knew the perfect words to say to get what he wanted from his children. Her father moved over to her bed, and sat, looking at Arya. He wanted a confession out of her. And Arya couldn't resist giving it to him. "Father, I just wanted to see what life was like as a boy! How different it was, how much better it was to this cramped and dull lifestyle that these fancy ladies are contained to!" "And so you chose to put your life at risk?" Arya shut her eyes again, put her face between her knees. Silence passed between the two for a few moments. For Arya, it felt like hours. Her beloved father scolding her was a sharp contrast to when her mother did so. With him, every word felt so much more poignant. Finally, he spoke again. "Arya, let's make a deal." The princess' face immediately moved from the hidden position so that she could look at Lord Eddard. Her father didn't just make deals and not keep them. Her eyes lit up with imagination, wondering what the possibilities could be. "Ok." "You will obey your mother, your brother, and I when it comes to all things of import. You will keep up with your studies with Maester Luwin and Septa Mordane. You will do everything that is proper for a young lady to do when in the public eye and in important company." Arya continued to watch her father's every movement, hanging on every syllable. She desperately wanted for him to get to the point already. These requirements were going to be annoying to fulfill, so hopefully it would be worth it. "And in return, I will allow you to train with Bran in sword, bow, and horsemanship, until such time that Robb marries you to a suitable match." Arya shot to her feet, and practically flew into her father's arms. This was everything she ever wanted! She nearly began sobbing with joy. "Oh father! Yes! Yes! I will do it all if I get the chance to train to fight! I will always obey you when it comes to big deals." Overview General Personality -tomboyish -stubborn -willful -does not forget wrongs -adaptable -fiery and passionate General Appearance Often mocked for her boyish appearance due to her skinny frame and long face. Her brown hair is frequently unkempt and her hands and skin are often dirty after a long day. Her grey eyes and grim expression showcase her Stark lineage in a harsh comparison to her Tully sister, Sansa. Despite her small body, she is athletic and in better shape than many others her age. Her pronounced eyebrows seem to be in an expression of constant challenge, daring others around her. She tends to wear her hair back in braids or a ponytail, only giving in to fancier styles when forced to. Though she is not strictly ugly, she is nothing special, and could easily be mistaken for a boy. Miscellaneous -In order to signify her training, her father gave her a gift of a sword. A slender, light blade, akin to a rapier. She affectionately named it Needle. -She has an ongoing "rivalry" with her sister Sansa, who is her opposite in almost all senses and traits. -Arya adores the warrior queen Nymeria, revering her as her primary role model. -She hates politics and all speak of it. Once somebody begins to talk about it, her mind immediately wanders elsewhere. -The princess of the North secretly hopes that she could perhaps one day become a knight instead of marrying some noble she's never met. -Arya enjoys interacting with smallfolk far more than any noble she has ever met, especially ones her age. -A favorite nickname of the servant boys of Winterfell is "Horseface", regarding her rather plain and boyish appearance. More Soon!

Apologies for not formally following the template, but I figured that this would be good enough. If you really want me to change it I can. And my favorite character should be obvious, but it's Emerald Sustrai. Name: Viridem Hangin -Viridem is pronounced "weeredem". It means green in Latin. -Hangin means wind in Filipino Age: 17 Gender: Female Species: Human Occupation: First Year Student at Beacon Academy Appearance: Height: 5'6" Weight: 107 lbs. Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Green (dyed) Skin Tone: Pale White Hair Style: Her hair is pulled back into a bun, but most of it still hangs out the back characteristically wavy. Jewelry: She wears two emerald earrings, and occasionally a golden chain around her neck. Facial Features/Expression: Her nose and mouth are small. She rarely smiles, her expression often one of disdain instead. Her eyes are sharp and judging. She has no freckles, dimples, scars, or other marking features on her face. Battle Clothing: When she knows that she is going into battle, she prepares by wearing this outfit. Of course, the life of a Beacon Student is full of combat, so she wears this often. It consists of a black spaghetti strap tank top underneath a green light jacket made of a smooth synthetic material. The jacket is never zipped up, and the sleeves are more often than not rolled up. She also wears denim short shorts and green combat boots. Casual Clothing: She doesn't wear this often, but will on occasion when she wants to relax. Standard blue jeans with a green v-neck t-shirt. A gray pullover hoodie either tied around her waist or worn. Sneakers. Formal Clothing: If the situation calls for it, she won't hesitate to wear formal wear. A body-fitting pure green dress that goes down to mid-calf with gold bangles around her right bicep. Green heels. General Build/Body Shape: She is slim with little muscle on her. She has long graceful arms and fingers. With so little weight on her, she is generally more agile than her peers. B-cup. Not generally considered more or less beautiful than her peers (at least, not that she knows of), but still takes care to make sure that she looks nice. Reference Image: History: Viridem was born in the slums of Vale. Her family was poor and completely passive. Everywhere she looked, Viridem saw those who did not seek more. Who did not care that they were as pitiful as they could possibly be. It isn't even like they just looked on the bright side and found ways to be happy. They weren't happy, and didn't care. The entire atmosphere the place gave off practically suffocated Viridem. She hated it. From an early age, she decided that she was not going to stay here. No one took her seriously of course. If you were born there, you stayed there. Maybe get hooked on drugs or engaged in some criminal organization. Either way die in a gutter, not having made any difference. But Viridem was different. She refused such ridiculous notions. She was going to make her own way. Viridem saw the easiest way out as being a Huntress. Why? Because the position was skill-based. Your heritage didn't matter if you could produce results. And Viridem wasn't about to not produce results. She got into fights, picked them, testing herself. And surprisingly, she won some of them. Not because she was better or stronger or faster, but because they could let themselves lose and not care. Viridem didn't have that kind of luxury. Unfortunately, she beat up on the wrong couple of people one day. As she was walking home, three men began to tail her. Viridem didn't notice at first. But then she did. She began to run. They ran after her. Hoping to lose them, she ducked down an alleyway. And ran right into a fourth. They began to surround her, threatening her, yelling, pounding their fists into their hands, cracking knuckles, drawing weapons. These were not pitiful students she could beat. These were actual thugs. And little fragile Viridem could not beat them. She closed her eyes and braced herself for death. Then she heard sounds. Metal clanging against metal, the roar of wind created by speed, and of course grunts and squelching flesh. She opened her eyes, and a tall man stood, a blade in one hand and a scabbard in the other. Also, there were four dead bodies. The man began to leave, but Viridem pleaded for him to stay. And he did. They talked for a bit. Viridem found that his name was Ryonne, and that he was a Huntsman. After learning that, she immediately began begging for his help. To this day, Viridem has no idea what he saw in her. Whether it was the spark of determination, the flame of uniqueness, or that he simply felt sorry for her, she has no idea. In any case, he took her under his wing. After a brief meeting with her parents that went surprisingly well, they were off. Ryonne took Viridem lots of places, giving her lessons on just about everything. He taught her culture, wilderness survival, aura manipulation, and trained her body physically. Eventually, he even brought her to a shop to get herself a custom weapon. After that, training became more specialized, less broad. Advanced lance techniques, advanced short sword techniques, throwing knife accuracy, semblance usage. He pushed her to find her own style, her own flavor. A day came when Ryonne told her that he had taught her everything that he alone could. He recommended that she go to Beacon. They fought over this briefly, but of course, he won. After the entrance exam, which she passed easily, she was in. Viridem would be attending Beacon Academy. Personality: Viridem is mean. Who can blame her? She grew up in a harsh environment, and being mean was what counted. She calls people names, picks fights, and never does anything thoughtful, compassionate, or kind. As such, she has few friends. Does she miss them? Not in particular. Viridem has always been someone to be independent. She doesn't like to rely on others, preferring to do things by herself. Viridem hates it when people mention her low birth. It is the bane of her existence, and as such, doesn't tell many people at all. The only people who currently know are Ryonne and the Beacon Staff. She also dislikes people who mispronounce her name, people who tease her, people who insist they are better than her, people who are jerks to other people, people who hate on Faunus, people who insist that the Faunus are better than regular people, and chicken salad. She likes... not much. Deviled eggs. That's about it. She is disrespectful towards authority figures in her life without a second thought. To her they are just other people, no reason to treat them any different than anybody else. As such, she is often labeled a troublemaker, rebel type by her superiors, but she really isn't. She's modest and never does anything criminal like stealing or drugs. Things like that remind her too much of "home". Viridem is incredibly competitive and confident in herself. She loves the thrill of a fight, even though she doesn't show it at all. Viridem will fight basically anyone, whether they are weaker than her, stronger than her, a perfect match for her, anyone. Viridem has never had any romantic interests. She is aware that people like or love each other, but since she hasn't been around her peers in several years, she often doesn't pick up on romantic subtleties. Instead, she sees them as threats, and will often challenge those who flirt with her to a duel. Viridem isn't necessarily socially awkward, but she doesn't pick up on body language cues, expressions, or the nuances of conversation as often as someone else her age would. Strengths: -Agile and Speedy -Fast reflexes -Strong Aura -Tactical Approach -Very Practical -Holds no honor or code of conduct, allowing her to use dirty tricks or her environment to her advantage -Excellent marksman Weaknesses: -Pretty weak when it comes to strength -Few allies -Passive semblance -Easy to hate, which makes it easier to go all out on her -Not sympathetic or empathetic at all -Has not fought against a large variety of people, so it's easy to catch her off guard -Few defensive options -Fragile, easy to knock out of a fight in just a few hits Semblance: "Cyclone" Her semblance allows her to manipulate the air around her into wind. This has several uses, though all of them are utility, and her semblance has no destructive power on its own. Battle Theme: WEAPON Name: Eternal Gale Primary Form: The primary form of Eternal Gale is a short dagger-like blade. It is about two feet long and razor-sharp. The blade is made of red-dyed steel, and the hilt is green wood. She utilizes this when she is very close. She can swing it very fast, and as such can not only deal rapid damage but parry opponent's strikes with precision. However, use requires the user to be very close, and each individual strike does not deal much damage. This form is also used for transport, and she slides it into a scabbard that hangs on her lower back. Secondary Form: From the blade form, Eternal Gale can become a glaive or lance. The hilt telescopes outwards to a length of 5', which combined with the 2' blade, is a 7' glaive. The glaive gives Viridem much more space to work with. She uses this form most often when in combat. Due to it's relatively light weight for a weapon of its type, she can still swing it quickly. However, due to its length it is not as versatile when countering. It can deal more damage than the blade alone can, but still not much when compared to her peers. Tertiary Form: N/A

I was actually far more attached than I should really have been

Gunter D:

"War and I go way back." Like 20 minutes into Fates and we already have a great line.

The problem is we don't have any evac that would be able to escape from such a high amount of troops and airborne vehicles. We're holed up in the city without vehicles or teleportation

I could maybe send Neena over there I guess but that wouldn't make much sense for her to actually do

What plot armor? He's a minor character with little essential purpose to the story. I can't just pull some random God saving event out of my ass at this point, not without god modding. There isn't anything I can actually do reasonably without breaking the rules that we've already established should not be broken. Even if I wanted to godmod, Stark would literally be the hardest character to do it with. HE CAN'T DO SHIT ASIDE FROM SLASH AT STUFF I suppose I could create another godlike character out of nowhere, put him in Hylvania and use him to move everybody, but in order to do that they'd have to be so powerful that if Eclaire is being yelled at for being too powerful than they'd certainly have to be denied

Did you at least watch Game of Thrones?If the answer is no then you are irredeemableALSO KUNI KILLED MY WEREWOLVES WTFIf you had literally replied twice with like two line posts wrecking Stark's shit, he could have untransformed and evaced BUT NOInstead firetruck me now I'm fighting a lost battle because people don't post

for all intents and purposes raiden when he goes jack the ripper mode, is indeed the devil AND PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH MUCH lmao, of course, your right. I'll not pretend that I wasn't frustrated when the events actually happened (it seemed like a lot of my life was going to shit at that moment and you did not help), but I'm a very forgiving person. Now post Or watch Game of Thrones, I will now give you a choice

Watch it all and then come join meeee NB's all like "nah, not into that political jamming" and i'm liek "plx" and he like "nah" but i still want a friend

lmao, kinda. a member wanted to IM and after AOL flipped me off we turned to steam so we could work out details between our characters. Have you seen Game of Thrones? Because I super want a buddy on this site...

request sent, i'm going by rikuva on steam right now for plotting purposes with another site

what's your name?

Hey Atrias, in my last post I threw you a bone and sent a helicopter to pick Arian up

Also if Kuni has time to bicker in complete sentences he has time to post

you guys are firetrucking exasperating holy shit

My bad, was rushing through it. I'll edit it out. And Kuni, THE ONE WHO IS HOLDING THINGS UP IS NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK no parties for thou who hold the rp up 7th Commandment of RPing

I hope they don't focus solely on Team RNJR that'd be boring as fick I think they're gonna be switching constantly from character to character; you know, like good tv shows do.

I miss Firaga actually talking sense, he had excellent points and seeing the incredible lack of criticism here now is upsetting. This volume overall was easily the weakest of the three. The build-up was poor, there was an incredible lack of character development, fight scenes were so abundant that they became less like treats and more just convenient ways to get out of writing any kind of substance. I'm hoping that next time we actually get a decent story and character development. This one relied far too much on shock value, a random piece of huge information that they never alluded to before, and the aforementioned action. I really hope that they were just using this volume as kind of a base so that next volume we do get the character development that they were doing well with before.

Vortludo -- Seraphim Order -- Banquet Hall The Noble smiled when he glanced to Ava, and stroked his hand across her dark hair. "Why, my dear, you are my other half. And if other halves are not to question each other, then what is the point? Senseless agreement would only get one or both halves killed. And I'm afraid that dying would put a terrible dent in our lives, yes?" He spoke to her sincerely. Vortludo then took a sip of his drink, and returned to his seat. He was still rather hungry unfortunately, and wanted to continued eating. And so he did, slicing through the beef at high speeds, enjoying the delightfully spiced taste of the cider. If they were going to be fighting again within 24 hours, he did need his energy. Cobica -- Seraphim Order -- Entryway The Half-Breed headed straight for what he knew to be the great hall, the largest building of the base. Of course, everything was camouflaged to seem ruined, but even still, it was easy to tell which was which. The recruits often had problems with it, and Cobica smiled at the thought of thousands of Jynnese soldiers getting lost constantly. Finally he reached the doorway, and kicked it in dramatically. He spread his arms wide as he walked inside. "Miss me? Good. In my lengthy travels I have come across a lost kingdom under the sea, and recruited their mermaid king and queen to our side, along with all their really fast and blowy-uppy technology. Oh, and a few thousand soldiers." Cobica said loudly, calling immediate attention to himself, and presumably to the new guests behind him. Neena -- Tanzynite Crusade -- Langerdon Apartment Neena enjoyed her meal quietly, thinking upon her words. Finally she sighed, exasperated at herself. And where the hell did Henry go? He had vanished shortly after Neena had theatrically dismissed Ariana. Whatever. The Dreadnought could take care of himself. She put her dish in the sink, and scrawled a quick note to Henry. "Going out. Do the dishes or I swear I'll cut off your big toe." And then Neena jumped out a window, and evaporated into shadow. The Doctor -- Messiah -- Helicopter: Arian Above Arian, a large noise could be heard coming closer. Soon enough, a helicopter entered the boy's line of sight. It moved towards him, and stopped to hover above him. A voice came from the speaker on the bottom of the craft. "Next time you should try getting yourself a rowboat. Those don't run out of fuel. But I'm presuming. Maybe you did have a rowboat, and got wrecked. In that case, I suggest you check the weather before going out into the sea." The voice mocked him, but the kid should be grateful. The Doctor didn't have to spend time remote controlling a helicopter over there. A ladder descended from the helicopter, allowing Arian to climb in if he so desired. Cyler -- Criminal Underworld -- Biromoore Cyler landed, the ground cracking when he did. He swiveled around. "Thug? I'm a thug now am I? Because last I checked, I murdered at least two of your top operatives. And two imperials. Extraordinary people, really. And now they're dead. Because they underestimated me! And still you babble on." Cyler spoke, his tone quite a bit more frustrated than it had been before. "I guess I'll just have to teach you." The Serial Killer said. And then a green aura surrounded him. Angelic Reign in effect, his suit shifted again, to one of red and orange akin to flame. The suit of Ember began to generate huge amounts of flame in his hands, the fireballs growing larger by the second. His green aura expanded and intensified. Cyler cast an illusion of his smiling face over top of the helm of the suit, and then thrust his hands forward towards the group. And the fireballs flew right towards the hovering Chrysalis, both exploding violently as soon as they came even close, at least three hundred foot radius from both of them. Cyler's suit had shifted suddenly, becoming Gaea before any had even realized he had shifted targets. But now he was focused once more upon these three fools. He threw his hands downward, and caused a massive earthquake, destroying several buildings around them, opening up crevices all about them. As he did this, hundreds of shards of ice formed around his hands, his double dose of Sting of Winter strengthened further by the Angelic Reign. As his final blow, he sent these shards of ice flying towards Jeremy, Draksis, and Zanza. Upon impact they would freeze a chunk of ice onto whatever they hit. Stark -- The North -- Siege of Hylvania (would retreat, but wolf mode so YOLO) Stark glanced to the side, and upon seeing Crota, roared loudly. He then lunged forward at incredible speeds, leaping into the air, and striking at the Son of Oryx's face, enchanted claws glistening in the skylight. (rapid post mode engaged for Stark. Soon as Kuni replies I will too.)

I said I was trying my best but I'm busy. If that's not good enough for you, then just leave Cobica's company. Just go inside the gate, and find the banquet hall. Y'know, it's a great hall, shouldn't be tough to find. That said, I'm working on a post now.