Enrollment Form
Basic info
Name: Fern Sukusa
Age: 21
Birthday: June 22nd
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5’9” (175 cm)
Weight: 130 lbs
Face Claim: Gumi / Megpoid (Vocaloid)
Stats
STR: 5 (+1)
DEF: 2
RES: 2
SPT: 3
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Major: Combat
Likes: People who make sense to her, moderate quiet, violence….
Dislikes: When things are too quiet, overly sarcastic people (because they don’t make sense), restrictions
Fears: Fire, large birds, and lightning
Talent: Hunting (Wildlife)
Weakness Social Interaction
Overall Personality:
Fern is cool as a cucumber. A cucumber who literally has no trigger in her brain that says that violence will not work. Of course, she doesn’t immediately resort to violence. She prefers to simply talk to people-- as long as they make sense to her, that is. She has a very linear way of thinking. That’s not to say she’s not creative or intelligent-- in fact, while her creativity is about average, she’s very smart. She simply has her way of thinking and finds it hard to understand what others are thinking or intending when they don’t ‘make sense’. Fern is always calm, even when she wants to fight. She only really has two visible emotions: calm and anger. I wouldn’t recommend being around during that second part.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Pale green (Scyther color)
Semblance: Swords Dance (STR buff; takes up one post to complete. Fern pauses and tightens her focus, taking a strike pose for about 5 seconds in order to increase her power.) / Agility (Speed buff; takes up one post to complete. Fern stops and brings her hands together, tightening her focus and loosening her muscles in order to move faster. Takes about 7 seconds.)
Item 1: Cross-scythes (Two scythe blades that are built to be wielded only when attached to Fern’s bracers. They are literally blades after all.) (Tier 1)
Item 2: Armored Bracers (A pair of physically armored cuffs extending from Fern’s elbow to her wrist. They provide decent protection; this is what she attaches her blades to. They are two separate dual objects (dual scythes and dual bracers).) (Tier 1)
History and Sample
- History:
- Fern was raised by loving parents who all but spoiled her rotten. She started as such a thoughtful child-- not to say she still isn’t, as she’s more thoughtful than ever. She grew up with the occasional tendency to become violent; however, her parents simply scolded her and did nothing more, thinking she would grow out of it. Unfortunately for the girl, there was one incident that changed her. When she was young, her family was attacked by Grimm. Fern hid well enough that they could not find her until the odds turned in the young girl’s favor. The Syne hunters got there just in time to save Fern, but unfortunately, her parents were killed in the incident. She was shunted through the foster system, every home that had adopted her complaining about her innately violent tendencies, increased by her untreated shock from the accident her parents died in. She would hurt other children they said. That was never her intent, of course. She just didn’t know how to specifically not hurt someone. Even with the bad circumstances, Fern still learned much throughout her years, being enrolled in different schools and learning more information than most people her age could handle. Many people shunned her due to her unnatural accumulation of knowledge, her constantly calm manner, and her occasional violence. She eventually grew old enough to leave the system and traveled on her own for a while, eventually unlocking her aura and semblance when she was attacked by a pair of wild Beowulves. She decided she needed a way to defend herself and made her bracers, later creating dual scythes out of hardened bone that she can now attach to them. She never forgot that Syne’s huntsmen and huntresses saved her life, even if they didn’t arrive in time to save her parents. She enrolled in Syne academy in order to help others as she was; and maybe to get there in time to save more than one life.
- RP Sample:
- Fern looked up at the professor. “Excuse me, sir,” she interjected, ”but I think you might be mistaken.” She got up from her seat, unfazed by the murmurs behind her or the startled look on the instructor’s face. ”The equation here is in the wrong order.” Picking up another piece of chalk, she continued, altering the equation as she went. ”This variable should start here, not on the bottom of the fraction. And quite frankly it makes no sense to put the zero on the bottom as it would simply give an impossible output. You can’t divide by zero.” She took one last look at the equation, nodded, and set down the chalk. ”That should be more accurate now.” She turned around and headed back to her seat, staring straight into the eyes of another student, who looked away after a moment and whispered something to her neighbor. She sat down and scratched something out on her paper, looking back up at her instructor.
