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Fionn Velchans

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Apr 4 2016, 02:08 PM
Oh, sweet Maidens, the gym smelled like - sweat and adrenaline and actually a little bit of blood and the terrible deodorant that young men used with names like 'Musk Mirage' and 'Phoenix Voodoo' and 'Arctic Temptation' . Even nearly empty, it was a barrage on the senses that Fionn wasn't exactly eager to grow used to, even if he knew he had to unless he wanted to spend the rest of his school career avoiding large swathes of the Academy.

How did other Faunus manage this? Did they just become immune to it by sheer, senses-deadening prolonged exposure?

A couple of boys talking in one corner apparently noticed Fionn's hesitation, despite his best attempts not to show it. As he leveled a glare at them, they turned away a bit awkwardly.

Right. Training. He'd just have to get used to the smell. Taking off his jacket and gloves and leaving them folded neatly in one corner of the room, his sword resting atop them, he grabbed a water bottle and started on one of the treadmills, ramping it up immediately to a speed that forced him to sprint.

No sense doing anything by half measures, after all.
Mar 27 2016, 06:10 PM
Fionn had a policy: If a mission was abnormally risky, if it was the kind of work that had been foisted off onto the Velchans Paramilitary because it was risky enough that nobody in their right minds would take it, and because everyone knew by now that the Velchans couldn't afford to pass up any job, no matter how bad the risk was, he'd do it himself. It wasn't fair to expose their employees to undue danger just because Llud Velchans' business practices left much to be desired.

Sometimes Llud often scolded him for it - "You're soft," he'd say, sometimes with a swift clip or four around the face for emphasis, "how do you expect to manage this business when I'm gone if you can't make the tough choices?" - and Fionn would bite down from pointing out that Llud barely let him manage the business now, and he was sure any of his other three heirs would be happy to take it off his hands.

(He suspected that probably wasn't true.)

Which is why there were only a half dozen members of the Velchans Paramilitary on this mission - Fionn himself, and five scouts, who were currently doing sweeps of the area. The mission was to capture or kill (and Fionn would vastly prefer capture to killing) Bear Pitchwood, a high-ranking White Fang operative who had gathered himself up a nice little personal army of White Fang, mercenaries, and raiders with nowhere else to go to, and holed himself up in a fortress a half dozen miles north of their position.

(When Llud had heard how few people Fionn was taking on what could every easily turn into a literal siege, he had clocked Fionn about the eye with his walking stick enough times that he'd left a black eye that was only just starting to fade.)

They hadn't been the only group put on the mission either (the idea, he knew, was that they would work together - but with bonuses and future contracts at stake, it so rarely worked out like that), and Fionn had to wonder if his father's hand was at work in the Velchans Paramilitary being paired with House Moon, because Fionn was fairly sure that if Llud could make Sol Moon (brutal, human, business-savvy Sol Moon) his heir instead of Fionn, he would in a heartbeat.

Still, cooperation would be key on this mission, which is why Fionn approached Sol's camp, sword sheathed but making no other attempt to seem conciliatory or friendly, chin tilted up.

"Find Moon," he said to one of the guards at the edge of the camp, softly but firmly. "Tell him Fionn Velchans is waiting for him to graciously extend his hospitality."
Mar 26 2016, 11:16 AM
It was generally considered standard form to practice in the gym and, for that matter, during the day.

That wasn't something Fionn was ever particularly planning on doing. The gym was crowded at more or less all hours, and never more so than during the day, where it often felt like one could barely find any space to practice for all the heaving bodies. Certainly the noise didn't help with practicing at all, nor did the occasional over-eager sparring pair whose brawls would invariably end up wrecking the place.

So Fionn practiced out in Beacon Avenue, instead, late at night. A few people passed through from time to time, but for the most part it was empty, quiet, and peaceful.

For today's practice, he'd removed his jacket and gloves and left them folded on one of the benches, with his sword resting atop them. He had a very simple wooden sword in hand, and was running through forms - slow and careful first, focusing on precision, and then at full speed.

He kept a weather eye out for anyone approaching. Being disturbed wouldn't be a problem, per say, but he wanted to know in advance.
Mar 11 2016, 03:45 PM
Even attending Beacon had done nothing to stop Fionn's father from occasionally demanding work out of Fionn. In this case, he was being sent to Perses Unlands in Atlas, nominally on a Grimm extermination mission that was part of the Velchans Groups' attempt to cosy up to the Atlesian military even more.

He was also being sent almost alone, with the only other person being some Atlesian soldier. That was fine. It suited him, even, because the last thing he wanted was to tripping over a couple of dozen soldiers and even more mechs.

Fionn arrived at the rendezvous point, a hill near the edge of the Unlands, and waited, arms folded, eyes shut. Just because he couldn't see with his eyes shut, didn't mean he wasn't wholly aware of what was going on around him. He stood there, waiting - but he doubted he'd be waiting long. It wasn't like Atlesians to be late at all, after all.
Mar 10 2016, 06:38 PM

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<div id="fullname">FIONN YVAIN VELCHANS</div><div id="subtext">full name</div><br><br><br><br>
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<div align=center><table><tr><td><div id="criteria">AGE.</div> <div id="here">eighteen</div></td>
<td><div id="criteria">BIRTHDATE.</div> <div id="here">04/29</div></td>
<td><div id="criteria">GENDER.</div> <div id="here">male</div></td>
<td><div id="criteria">OCCUPATION.</div> <div id="here">Beacon 2nd Year</div></td></tr></table></div>
<div id="criteriah">AURA & SEMBLANCE.</div>
Fionn’s Aura appears as a blazing glow of gold, as if the sun is shining out of him, casting deep and dark shadows. It is vast and expansive, and blindingly bright to look at, and it flickers like fire at the edges.
Fionn’s Semblance is called <b>Lord’s Eye:</b> A sensor-type Semblance, this Semblance enhances his senses to a degree and allows him to engage in precise analysis of the world around him, giving him information on positioning of allies and enemies, numbers of allies and enemies, Aura levels of those around him, critical points to strike at, and so on. Fionn can nearly instantaneously analyse any factors within his field of perception and formulate a strategy to deal with them.
The biggest drawback is that this Semblance comes with the risk of sensory overload, running the risk of causing him severe pain, lethargy, and unconsciousness. While Fionn manages his sensory overload enough to function the majority of the time, it still presents a consistent struggle and danger to him once he's activated his Semblance. Fionn’s Semblance is also closely linked to his senses, and if any of his senses are taken out, the information coming through his Semblance becomes distorted.
Similarly, the connection goes in the other direction, as well: If Fionn’s Semblance is somehow sealed, or he runs out of Aura to use it with, his eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell are diminished dramatically, rendering him nearly helpless unless he switches it off.

<div id="criteriah">WEAPON.</div>

The Velchans Group has spent much time researching technologically advanced Dust-infused clothing, and all four of Llud Velchans’ children were granted one item, tailor made to enhance one of their powers. As heir to the family name and (nominal, at least) head of the Velchans Paramilitary, Fionn was granted significantly more, a Dust-infused set of clothes that would work to augment the now worn-down and horribly outdated House Lunasa ancestral weapon, with the entire set entitled ‘Arcadia’.
<b>Arcadia</b> comes in four parts, which only work to their fullest potential when together.
Along with a belt that, while appearing normal to the outside eye, has batteries sewn into it to provide power to the jacket and reduce the strain of Fionn’s Aura as much as possible; there is also the jacket, a coat that reaches down to Fionn’s knees. While visibly patterned on the outside with glowing lines of Light and Fire Dust, its real genius is hidden within its lining, with complex paths and mechanisms of Light, Fire and Thunder Dust, and micro-cables that connect it to the gloves.
They connect to gloves, made predominantly of leather and metal, fingerless, with small nodes on each palm, appearing as glowing versions of the Fionn’s symbol. Drawing power from the jacket and belt, the gloves act as a transmitter, allowing Fionn to produce powerful effects of light and fire, akin to sunlight, most notable among them being highly destructive blasts; weaker, more rapid blasts; and creating burning light around his hands. While most of the more offensive uses of the set require the use of the gloves, Fionn is able to project jets of solar flame from the jacket to propel himself along the ground or fend off things that are close to him.
The last part of the set is the sword, a Chinese straight sword that looks to be made of stained glass in sunset colours, with a tassel of dark red horsehair. He can charge the blade with power from the jacket and belt, increasing its cutting power and creating powerful shockwaves of solar fire from it. Without the rest of the set, however, the sword is just a regular sword, not even particularly sharp.
While usually inactive, Fionn can activate the entire set by pressing a trigger on his sword. It does, however, take a short amount of time to ‘boot up’ and become active - about thirty seconds, usually, with unfavourable environments such as severe cold pushing that time up to forty-five or fifty seconds.
While powerful and versatile (and elegant, as Fionn utilises it with slightly vain and slightly self-conscious attempt to shock and awe while remaining dignified, often going so far as to only use one hand), this weapon burns through Dust quickly when being used, and while Fionn can ‘reload’ it by slotting more Dust cartridges into his jacket, it’s hardly a speedy process. The other massive drawback is that channeling that much Dust at a time is not exactly a boon to Fionn’s health. While he keeps it to himself as much as possible, fights leave him exhausted, sometimes for days afterwards, and the consistent drain on his energy and Aura (even with the belt mitigating it) leaves him vulnerable to illness, nor can he fight a long and protracted battle before he has to stop.
As a minor perk, the jacket is beautiful to look at. The jacket’s a rich grey and black, with the patterns appearing like stained glass, not dissimilar to the sword, across it, connecting to a symbol of the sun on the back. Nobody could ever claim they’re not stylish, at least. When he’s utilising its abilities, his whole body gives off a faint golden fire.



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<div id="criteriah">APPEARANCE.</div>

Fionn is quite striking to look at, standing 6’5” with a sharp, angular face, blue eyes, and a mop of dark hair with two dark grey wolf ears poking out of the top. He’s good-looking, but looks perpetually gruff, rarely ever smiling and almost always having a steely, stern expression on his face.
He has the broad-shouldered, muscular build of someone who’s used to fighting and exercises often, and dresses in Arcadia’s ornate jacket and gloves, with a red keffiyeh, a black shirt, grey waistcoat, and grey trousers. His sword is kept sheathed, but is only rarely attached to his belt, instead usually being held in his hand or propped up near him.

<p><div id="criteriah">PERSONALITY.</div>

Fionn is nearly exactly as gruff and reserved as he appears. A lifetime of bottling up his emotions and having it impressed on him that he needed to be strong and calm enough to lead not only a large business but also a powerful family, and that the responsibility rested on him to improve both their fortunes, has left him with a great deal of trouble expressing his emotions.
Authoritative and sharp, Fionn doesn’t suffer fools gladly - nor does he suffer anything that isn’t concise and efficient, or anything he deems disrespectful, or even things he finds slightly inconvenient. He is just generally intolerant of anything that gets in his way even slightly, too stubborn to even consider changing his viewpoints without considerable effort from another person to convince him, and deeply, absolutely proud.
While he has a sense of humour, it’s dry and sarcastic and very often caustic, the sense of humour of someone who is confident in his ability to verbally smack down anyone who takes offence to anything he says. He’s brutally honest, totally tactless, and very aware of both his own and other people’s flaws. He’s not a fun person to be around, and most people would describe him as ‘abrasive’ or ‘a total jerk’.
A lot of that comes from his deep social awkwardness, however. Fionn doesn’t know how to interact with people at all, and he is even less at ease with interacting with his peers, who he can’t just issue commands to. Affection, or even informality, don’t come easily to him, and he is uncomfortable and awkward around other people.
Wracked with insecurity over both his heritage as a faunus and his ability to meet the expectations placed upon him, Fionn is prone to resentment and bitterness towards others, and although he does his best to stifle those emotions, he’s not entirely successful in doing so.

<p><div id="criteriah">HISTORY.</div>

Fionn was born to Llud Velchans, a prominent businessman and the current owner of the Velchans Group of research and development companies, and Brigid Lunasa, the eldest daughter of the wealthy Lunasa family, a ancient and storied noble house of faunus that had originated in Vacuo and had managed to keep a hold of their wealth and power in spite of the prejudice against faunus.
The marriage was a political one, meant more to help both the failing Velchans Group and the rapidly diminishing House Lunasa regain some measure of power through an alliance, and was bolstered by Llud’s insistence that the purity and strength of his blood would ensure that any children would be human, in spite of everything science and common sense said.
When Fionn was born, Llud was not just disappointed, he was outraged. His eldest son, the heir to both the Velchans Group and House Lunasa, was a wolf faunus like his mother. As Fionn grew, it panned out that not only was he a faunus, he had not even inherited the Velchans family’s trademark volcanic Semblances, instead being blessed with a Semblance that was passingly similar to his mother’s.
Nevertheless, Fionn was raised as both Llud’s heir and as the next patriarch of House Lunasa, both for the sake of tradition and because the alliance between the two groups would surely dissolve if not. Fionn knew from a young age that both these failing institutions’ futures rested on him, and on top of that was the target of Llud’s tendency to fly into a rage.
While Llud and Brigid didn’t have any more biological children, they adopted two more children, and Fionn did his best to be a good older brother to them, although he knew he was rather distant about it. He also did his best to shield them from their father. When he was fifteen, he was given de jure control of the Velchans’ Group’s security forces, a paramilitary and mercenary force that ‘supported’ the activities and interests of the Velchans Group, even though all of the true power rested elsewhere. While Fionn knew that this was a figurehead position at best, he did his best to be an effective leader.
Around the same time, he discovered that not long after he was born, his father had sired an illegitimate child with a Huntress from Vale. With the child’s mother having died, the son, Gwyn, came to live on the Velchans’ estate, and appeared to Fionn to be everything Llud no doubt wished he’d been: Human, the spitting image of their father at that age, and with a powerful volcanic Semblance. The perfect Velchans heir, and moreover, Fionn’s siblings almost seemed to prefer the more charismatic and emotionally open Gwyn.
The revelation also wrecked the family’s reputation in the media, causing the already failing Velchans Group to lose the faith of its shareholders, along with causing a seemingly never-ending stream of rumours about his father’s other indiscretions, the Velchans Group’s criminal activities, and whether his mother was somehow responsible for the family’s misfortune.
In an attempt to save the family’s reputations, Fionn applied to Beacon Academy to become a Huntsman.

<div id="tab">OUT OF CHARACTER</div>
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<div id="criteriah">ALIAS.</div> Murphy<p>
<div id="criteriah">FACE CLAIM.</div> Yamazaki Sousuke, Free!<p>
<div id="criteriah">INSPIRATION.</div> So basically since making Gwyn I’ve found myself pondering what his brother is like, and that somehow ended up getting spun out into this app. I also had the unintentional Dark Souls pun I made with Gwyn brought to my attention, so I thought that it’d be fun to capitalise on that by giving his brother a Dark Souls-y sunlight theme.<p>
<div id="criteriah">ANYTHING ELSE.</div> While the face claim is the same as another character, Gwyn Velchans, this is intentional. Colour me cruel, but I quite like the idea of these two brothers who despise each other being pretty much identical. Also, the Semblance is recycled from Alain, who I've already sent a message to Ala asking to delete.

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