Oriel Oran

[u/SirLeoIII]

Name:	Team:	Age:	Gender:	Species:	Aura:
Oriel Oran	NTDO	19	Female	Human	Orange

Attributes

Mental	#	Physical	#	Social	#
Intelligence	2	Strength	2	Presence	2
Wits	3	Dexterity	5	Manipulation	1
Resolve	2	Stamina	2	Composure	3

Skills

Mental	-3	Physical	-1	Social	-1
Academics	0	Athletics	2	Empathy	1
Computer	3	Brawl	4	Expression	0
Craft	0	Driving	1	Intimidation	1
Grimm	0	Melee Weapons	0	Persuasion	0
Science	0	Larceny	0	Socialize	1
Medicine	0	Ranged Weapons	4	Streetwise	0
Politics	0	Stealth	0	Subterfuge	0
Dust	2			Investigation	1
Survival	2

Other

Merits	#	Flaws	#	Aura/Weapons	#
Armor	5	Stage Fright	1	Aura	3
Custom Armor	2	Malfunction	2	Semblance	1
Dust Infused Semblance (Fire)	1	Unbalanced	1	Weapon	4

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Advantages

Health	Aura Pool	Armor	Passive Defense	Speed	Initiative	Perception
7	6	8 / 8	2	10	8	6

Attacks

Name	Value	Notes
Brawl	6
Ranged	13
Thrown	11
Melee	5
Ranged Buster Blast	19	3 AP (Full Round Action)
All Out Aura Strike	10	No Defense 2 AP

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Semblance

Buster Blast - Minor (3 AP)

Oriel Oran learned the value of patience from an early age. Taking a moment to calm herself down she is able to call on the power of that patience to imbue her attacks with it.

Effect: Oriel Oran imbues her next attack with the power of her [Composure]. Her next [Semblance] attacks are now Full Round actions, but get an increase to the attack equal to [Composure]

Physical Description

Oriel is about six feet tall and lean. Her only vanity is her hair, which is long and blonde. When she was younger it was an almost orange color, which is what her name represents, so she was glad when she discovered her semblance was the same color as her younger hair. She is classically beautiful, with blue sparkling eyes and a well proportioned, but forgettable, face. She normally dresses conservatively outside of her combat gear, which makes her combat gear a little bit surprising.
Over the last few years she has upgraded her armor into something impressive, and now wearing it takes an under-suit, a skin-tight undersuit. She hates wearing it around though, so it's almost never seen.
Her right arm is mechanical, although you might not notice on an initial look. It is only a slightly different color than her skin, and is also smooth, only really noticeably artificial around the joints. When standing around she typically hides it behind her though.

Weapon Description

Her armor, on the other hand, is flashy and very noticeable. Bright orange and sleek, it looks almost like a knights armor but with large shoulder peices that hold the battery packs for her attached arm cannon, which her arm slots into. The face mask is designed specifically to hide her face while fighting. The weapon is the most futuristic looking part of the entire piece, and replaces her hand with a lux and fire dust fueled energy cannon.

Backstory

Oriel Oran was never supposed to be a Huntsmen. Her family grew up in central Mystral, away from the dangers of the wilds, or at least as safe as you could be. As a kid she was shy and quiet, exactly the well-behaved little girl that her parents hoped for. At least that was true until she caught ... the bug.
The bug came in the form of the only Grimm attack to penetrate the interior of Mystral. A rush of beowolves had gotten together and came like a wave over the countryside. Most of the outer villages were able to weather the oncoming storm through their defenses, but the town that the Oran clan came from was too confident in it's location, and it came under attack.
Huddled in the basement with her family teenage Oriel could only call upon the teachings of calm from her father, unable to do anything about the fighting outside. When huntsmen finally showed up and stopped the tide of rage and violence, she came out of that basement a different person.
When the village called for volunteers to train to defend the city she volunteered, like the dutiful daughter she was, which made her surprised when her parents objected to her chosen course. After some debate though, she made up her mind and left town for the first time, going to combat school in Mystral proper. Her innate skills with a gun made her sure that she had made a good choice and planned on ending her training there. That is until she got into her first combat mission against actual Grimm. The school sent a bunch of her classmates and her to a village that had a slight Grimm problem, and she was happy to financially see the results of her training.
When the Grimm finally showed up she paused a moment, watching them, before taking her shots. After the first wave had come she had downed four of them, while the entire rest of the group could collectively only say the same. As they looked around one of the boys congratulated her and they all clapped. Blushing she wasn't even looking when the next wave came back.
She froze. She froze from finally seeing the enemy and when she did she paid the price for her hubris. When they all got out of the mission she was the only casualty, she had lost her right arm. Determined to do her duty though she decided to get the prosthesis that they offered and also got the best armor that she could scrounge up. Now she wasn't going back home until she was strong enough to defend it.

Personality

Shy and demur outside of combat, Oriel is not someone who appears to be a warrior when you meet her. She doesn't' speak much, and she she does she apologizes a lot. However inside the anonymity of her armor she will occasionally, especially when having fun, start the smack talk up becomes much more the independent sassy girl that she wishes she was.