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Basic info
Name: Eminence P. Haze
Age: 26
Birthday: 13th of October
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus; The, gullet, stomach and teeth of a snake. (Two large fangs, lots of smaller ones just poking out of her gums. Teeth are more akin to that visible on a snake skull than a live one’s hidden teeth.) Ability to unhinge jaw for swallowing food whole.
Height: 195cm, 199cm with her normal heels
Weight: 70kg
Face Claim: Seviper Gijinka Girl (Pictured holding an award for hunting)
Stats
STR: 3
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 3
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Professors (Teaches Combat-Strategies)
Likes: Herself above all else, Money, Gold, Platinum, Rubies, Emeralds, Sapphires, Diamonds, Pearls, Wine, Champaign, Wine and Champaign glasses, Cigars, Classiness, The idea of having a thrown, Power, Tennis, Badminton, Fame, Praise, Complements, The idea of having fans, Independence, Control, Her own style of doing things and doing things in that style, Being viewed as above others, Being looked at, Winning, Being referred to as a “Goddess.”
Dislikes: Brushing her teeth, Work, Waiting, Weddings, Orders, Silver (tacky), Being talked down to, Those who think they match up to a goddess like her, Being flirted at, Prideful men and women, Football, Rugby, People who think they are “edgy,” Skin to skin contact, The general masses thinking they deserve her attention, Getting her hands dirty (both literally and figuratively) People observing her eating (drinking is fine) More than likely you, People thinking she's playing hard to get (She's not. She's just not into that kind of thing.)
Fears: Dentists, Being seen as a fraud, Germs, Being seen as weak, Being viewed as cute rather than beautiful, Losing control of her emotions, Pregnancy, Losing her beauty, Age.
Overall Personality: To say Eminence is vain would be an understatement. She views herself as no less than perfection. Her flaws? To her they’re not flaws, they are simply beauties that have developed beyond mortal comprehension. She is most likely like this due to her privileged upbringing, having most anything she wanted just a word away. Through her silver spooned upbringing she slowly but surely began to view herself to be far above those around her, even her parents who both owned and made the money she so freely abused. She rationalised this through the thinking that she had been born into privilege and that she deserved the goods they showered upon her.
Unfortunately this carries over to present day. Eminence won’t move to let you by if there were little space on the sidewalk, she won’t share her food with others and she most certainly won’t accept a handshake without her wearing gloves. This is as she has a narcissistic disorder that she has never allowed anyone to diagnose, forming into the opinion that she is some form of divine being. She will not allow others to address her by her first name, introducing herself as either Lady or Madam Haze. To those she has known slightly longer she may occasionally accept the mentioning of her first name in a private and formal atmosphere but never a social one. Such a thing would enrage her. She would certainly not allow a student to call her anything less than Madam.
There are two more effects that come with her delusional sense of self-worth. The first is that she has a serious lack of empathy and struggles to tell when someone else is happy, sad, angry or anywhere in-between. She often sees tears of sadness as tears of delight and annoyed sighs as gasps of excitement. The other is the fragility of her mental state. The slightest snide comment or rude gesture can stick with her for hours, causing her all kinds of inner turmoil to the point where she has been known to lock herself away for days at a time, consoling herself that the offender was but an ignorant, underdeveloped prat and could never match up to her.
She is likely to ask students with more… revealing, armours to wear an apron atop their clothes while in her class… of course, she waves this off as a safety measure. When dealing with dust and various chemicals in her combat strategy class it would be best to protect one’s own body until reaching combat. In reality however she does this because she doesn't want students getting distracted by each other, if she's forced to teach she'd rather look out on a sea of purity than that of vice waters crashing toward eachother. It is also to maintain cleanliness. She is an aromantic asexual and will not take kindly to any attempts to "get with her." You can look but even try to touch or gain the ability to touch and it will not end well for you. (This is not subject to change. She will under no circumstances be "shipped" with anyone)
Abilities
Aura type: Speed
Aura Color: Purple
Semblance: Madam Haze, alike her last name suggests, is able to conjure and manipulate a body of smoke from and with her fingertips. Her smoke however, formed as thick purple clouds, has a toxicity to it that can poison people upon being breathed in. However she does not often use her smoke to attack, choosing to use it for stealth and distraction instead… as well as often to give her entrances and appearance a nice flourish.
Item 1: Fire Dust
Item 2: A sceptre made from a variety of metals but a large part of which is gold. She uses this sceptre alike a mace to hit those that draw that inch too close to her godliness. She prefers a backhand over a forehand motion when swinging and has practiced her beatings through tennis and badminton.
- Mace FC:
History and Sample
- History:
- Lady Haze was born to an incredibly rich family who resided on a private island, a little off the coast of Belemuse. Her father was a once incredibly successful jeweller, dealing mostly in the vain of expensive personalised pieces, who had retired as soon as he’d made some big bucks, while her mother, a snake faunus alike her, was a tennis superstar who had met him just three weeks after he retired. As you can tell by both the local and her parents jobs the family that Madam Haze was born into was exceptionally wealthy, and as such she spent the first sixteen years of her life in a luxury exile.
However, upon reaching that sixteenth year, Eminence observed some of the hunters who worked on the island’s orchard to help protect the prevent the crop of sweet apples being devastated by the grimm who had dominated the island before the Haze’s had setup. Having observed how one such as herself could easily dispatch such powerful looking beasts without even blinking. She was certain that she was destined to achieve such a power.
While her father worried, the idea of the loss of his daughter plaguing the older man’s dreams, her younger mother was all for it. She convinced the young girl’s father on the basis of; “We’ve achieved our dreams, why wouldn’t we support our daughter in hers?” and “Won’t it shine well on us to have a huntress in the family?” The father’s nightmares were quickly subjugated, with the help of a little extra funding going toward the school’s development Lady Haze got into a small hunter's school in the center of a small group of three densely populated islands, all at the age of seventeen and with only a year’s minor training under her belt.
Almost immediately she was hit with two different brands of prejudice. From many of the humans came insults related to her faunus heritage, comments on how she swallowed food without even chewing… she suspected her fellow faunus would help but no. Many of them had been wrong done by humans to, the rich upper-crust in particular. They saw her as no different from any of them. As a result she locked herself in her dorm room for neigh a month before remembering something her mother had said. A news clipping questioning if she would retire from tennis after losing a big match.
“When a lady wants something she should do all she can to get it, she should never let anyone get in her way. This year my opponent clearly wanted it more than me… next year I’ll want it far more than her.”
She recalled that her mother had then went on to win that competition the very next year, smashing the woman who had stolen her win in the very first round. Eminence knew what she had to do. She trained for nigh three months, relentlessly pursuing her goal. When she felt it was time to return to her classes at that point she was certain, she was above those around her. She felt as though she was a goddess… and she went on to prove it. At even the slightest distasteful comment she would beat people senseless. At first they were more than willing to fight, thinking it’d be easy to beat her, but by the time she had beat three of the school’s strongest students to bubbling bloody pulps a majority decided it was best not to cross her. Many began to follow her. Alike her parents before them, teachers and students alike began to fawn over Madam Haze. Yet, while she received love letter after love letter she shot them all down. She had become so certain in her superiority that she couldn’t even take partners to the dance, instead opting to go herself and make a dramatic entrance with her semblance. Her presence boomed outside of the small hunting academy, soon reaching the likes of Belemuse. She believes the small island's very own hunting academy was inspired by her stupendous achievement, prompting more island based academies to spring up alike the one there.
It was at this point however that she began to decline. Toward the end of her time at a islander hunting academy, graduating at age twenty, she was much less skilled and powerful than she had been in her earlier years. Her superiority complex had come at a price, being smothered by fans and praise she had given little thought to both her studies and her training. This was not helped by her taking some of the more cushy jobs as a huntress, simple targets with little risk. Only half a year into her huntress career she was injured and sent back to her parent’s island.
Her father had died while she was away hunting, in her early years of the academy, so she only had her mother to comfort her. However, comfort would do little good. The idea that one of these beasts could pierce her flesh, let alone injure her this badly sent her into despair. She was meant to be a goddess. Goddesses weren’t injured by lowly Grimm!
She recovered by her twenty first birthday with the aid of her mother…. However, just a few days after her leaving to fight grimm once more, it was reported that her mother had died under mysterious circumstances. Bludgeoned in the head with a metal tool, almost a mace of sorts. Lady Haze didn’t let this bother her though, oh no no. She received her inheritance and went on hunting for a further half a year after which she retired to the island for five whole years of recreation. She was so certain in herself that she even sold her weapon, replaced her dull metal mace with a heavier gold one she had much less experience. Of course, this wasn’t for hunting, this was just for show. A testament to her career.
Her five years of recreation didn’t exactly end as she had intended though… in fact she would be happy to be on that island sipping wine from expensive glasses right now, however. With no money coming in she eventually had to sell the island to pay off debt. She gathered up her gold mace, a little fire dust she had left over from career and as many pieces of her extravagant lifestyle as she could afford to keep before moving to a nearby island and buying a large house a good few miles away from this island's combat school.
While you may have expected this to cause her to spiral once more into despair it did not. Over her two years her mental barriers had strengthened, everything in her life happened for a reason. She was the center of the known universe. Here were a fresh new crop of minds to show her sheer brilliance, she offered her services to the nearby academy not a moment after settling in.
- RP Sample:
- ”What do you mean she’s not ready for me?! How could anyone ever be ready for me? She’ll never be ready you know!” Madam Haze slammed her fist on the secretaries’ desk; red eyes boring into the young man’s black ones; “I have half a mind to bludgeon you here and now, don’t you know who I am?!”
“…Honestly… no miss.”
Her eyes grew fiercer still, her hands gripped the edge of the employee’s table; “Dare to call me Miss again and so help me I shall smite you. You shall refer to me as nothing bellow Madam or Good Lady and how could you not know who I am? I'm the reason this school stand where it is!”
“…Look, Madam, I got this position last month and I’ve never heard of you now please take a seat. I’ll call you when the headmistress is ready for your interview.”
With a glare of her fangs, a turn, and a flick of her hair into the silly boy’s face Eminence left for a seat which she proceeded to grace with her posterior. Awaiting the headmistress and reflecting on how the title wasn’t nearly as classy sounding as her own; Madam.
Headmistress, it doesn't roll off the tong at all. Far too long and inelegant, I suppose I'm okay with working under her if she has the burden of such a longwinded title in exchange for her position. She consoled herself.
