Jace Reaver

Jace never had a particularly interesting life for the start of it, though as he grew up, he always dreamed of becoming a hunter, and when he was old enough, he attended Signal University, where he learned the basics of being a warrior, and forged his signature weapons, Frostbite and Glacier. Now, these two weapons were a bit unique, as they were powered exclusively by Ice Dust, specifically with forming Ice crystal projectiles and ice blades that are as strong as steel and as sharp as a razor.

Throughout his years at Signal, Jace did his best to stay near the top of the class, though it was more difficult for him than it should've been, as he always had difficulty concentrating and focusing in class, meaning he always had to log in extra hours studying if he ever wanted to be enrolled in Beacon. However, his combat skill made up for his academics, as he was consistently one of the top fighters in his class, mostly due to his over-preparing and over-analyzing of every fight, as well as his creativity in using his weapons and his semblance together, creating confusing and treacherous terrain for his opponents, as well as immobilizing them with ice.

Jace's ingenuity proved he had what it took to be a hunter, and his combat prowess was well known by the time he left Signal. Now, though he was one of the top fighters of his class, he was by no means the best, but he'd certainly made a name for himself, especially after he decided to begin helping some of the younger students in his spare time. He now attends Syne university, where he continues to train to be the best hunter he can be, though, as before, he still kind of has trouble in terms of academics. But that sure as hell isn't going to stop him.

It was just another nice summer day, with children playing, people bustling to and fro, and one young man in a long bluish white coat with white armor plating on the arms and torso, was simply walking through the crowd, going nowhere in particular. The young man, Jace, had decided to just head out into the city and explore. Though he'dl ived here all his life, he'd never really gone out and just looked at everything. Every time he went out, he had a purpose, a mission, and he had a plan for it. Today, he'd simply decided to just go out and see what he'd missed.

Granted, he was still on the lookout for anything suspicious, as he usually was, and as he walked down the street, he kept looking around subtly, so as to appear both unsuspecting, and not insane. Still, he kept checking to make sure Frostbite and Glacier were in their holsters, in case he needed them. It was a nervous habit of his, like how one might continuously check the chamber of an empty firearm, just in case something might have gotten in there, even though they know it's impossible. Still, it never hurt to check. He had just rounded a corner and decided to stop by a Dust shop to get some more Ice Dust when he heard someone cry for help. Oh boy, it was going to be one of those days...