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{“I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this whole ‘leader’ thing…”}
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Halcyon Beau
| M E A N I N G |
Halcyon || a time of peace and happiness, also the genus of many birds with blue and purple feathers
Beau || (pronounced “bo”) This was the last name she gave herself, an homage to her weapon choice. It also means a fashionable, attractive young man. “Don’t laugh, but I like to think of myself as a beau; someone the ladies can’t resist.”
| N I C K N A M E |
She prefers to be called Beau. Halcyon is too long.
| A G E |
18
| G E N D E R |
Female
| S P E C I E S |
She is secretly a barn owl faunus.
| T E A M |
HUKL
| S E X U A L I T Y |
Homosexual
{“D-don’t look at me like that!”}
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5’3’’
| W E I G H T |
115 Pounds
| E Y E C O L O R |
A serene blue
| H A I R C O L O R |
Deep lavender
| A P P E A R A N C E |
If not for her bright purple hair, Beau would be very forgettable. She appears small, due to her natural stature along with her generally enclosed body posture. She has a dainty frame, with narrow shoulders and slender limbs. She’s not intimidating in the slightest; she doesn’t even look like she could defend herself in a fistfight, never mind be a huntress in training. Her skin is pale and riddled with scars, but mostly in places covered by clothing and unseen by the world. Her eyes are blue at a distance, but if one were to inspect them closer, they would see that her irises are like pools of ice cold water, constantly flowing and changing color only slightly. Her eyes can go from navy to cerulean to sky blue in a matter of minutes.
As for her style of dress, she can be seen usually in the school uniform. Mostly because she’s too busy or too lazy to pick out a different outfit, or she forgot it wasn’t a school day. Her combat uniform consists of a vest hoodie combo, with a loose dress shirt and tie underneath. She wears dark pants with combat boots and leather, fingerless gloves. The outfit consists of dark purple and grey colors.
| O D D I T I E S |
Beau has many scars from tussles and grimm battles, but most of them are hidden by clothing. So if anyone is lucky enough to see her in her shame, then they’d be quite shocked to see all the markings on this dainty looking girl.
On her forearm, she has her symbol tattooed in dark purple.
Beau is indeed a faunus, and an owl one at that. So because of this, she’s had wings on her back since birth. The wings started out frail and useless, but as she grew, so did they. She still has trouble flying very well with them since she doesn’t really practice. Her wings are speckled different shades of beige and brown, with white undertones.
{“I’d rather be called handsome than pretty, in all honesty.”}
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✦ Secluded ✧ Jumpy ✦ Kind ✧ Loveable ✦ Selfless ✧
To match her appearance, Beau’s personality is far from that of a leader’s. The first thing most people notice is just how quiet and secluded she is. She doesn’t talk when she doesn’t have to, she doesn’t stand with a wide stance, and she almost always keeps her gaze lowered to the ground. In fact, when people do try to approach her, perhaps tap her on the shoulder, she tends to jump into awareness, like she had just been shaken from a detailed day-dream. She’d rather spend her day drawing or singing to herself than arguing and fighting. When dealing with crowds and other people, Beau feels inexplicably anxious. She despises dealing with strangers, or having to perform in front of crowds.
Beau acts significantly different when she’s with her team. She’s so much more… loveable. She speaks so kindly and softly to them, enjoying their company more than anyone else’s. She likes cuddling and being close with her teammates, oddly enough. Just as long as they stay away from her back; she likes being the big spoon anyways, despite her size. She’s humorous and playful, constantly playing small pranks or making jokes. Despite her apparent naive appearance, her sense of humor can be quite “dirty” and grown up.
When out in the field, she puts everyone before herself. Beau will take personal blame if one of her teammates or a civilian gets hurt. She would risk her life to save someone else.
{“Special? Me? I mean, sure, maybe in the bad way.”}
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Mbawa Yangu || Translates to “my wings” in a foreign language. Yangu is made up of two parts, a gauntlet around her wrist and a small, thin foot long metal cylinder. With a simple click of a button, the small cylinder turns into a six foot long bo staff. A twist in the middle, and the staff has six inch blades on the ends. Another twist, and the staff shortens to around three feet, curves, and a string is attached to the end, turning it into a long bow. This is where the gauntlet comes in. It looks similar to the gauntlet in this. It has a part around the wrist that rotates, allowing Beau to choose which type of dust she wants to use for the tip. The shaft of the arrow attaches and quickly comes to rest on the bow, ready to be drawn back and shot at the enemy.
| S E M B L A N C E |
Songs of the Damned || With the use of her singing voice, Beau is able to take total control of other beings. The only issue is that each person requires a different series of notes, meaning that Beau would need to study them and test different types of songs. She can also use this ability on creatures, like animals, along with Grimm. Grimm are much easier to control; they are simply beings of destruction. They only have one song with slightly different iterations. Beau is able to take control of multiple Grimm at a time. Once she gains control, their eyes turn purple. There was one instance where their eyes turned blue, but Beau wasn’t entirely sure what that was all about… But, regardless, the control will keep up until Beau becomes too tired and releases it, or she commands the creature to off itself. Beau can give the creature simple commands, but to control its exact movements drains her energy quickly.
Beau can also calm people down with simply the sound of her voice. This doesn’t require her to use a special song; just hearing her singing voice is naturally soothing to all living beings.
| S T R E N G T H S |
✦Sight || Due to her faunus heritage and faunus type, Beau’s eyesight is incredible. She can see perfectly in the dark, and is able to see things that are very small or very far away.
✧General Combat || With the help of Yangu, Beau is able to fight in both ranged battles and close combat.
✦Singing || Her semblance gives her a gorgeous and mesmerizing singing voice, regardless of whether or not she’s trying to take control of someone.
✧Flexible || Beau seems to be unnaturally flexible. She’s not sure if it's because she’s a faunus or just because it’s a skill she’s always had.
✦Negotiation || Beau prefers not to fight if she doesn’t have to. She’s had plenty of practice with calming people down, both with words and songs.
| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Crowds || One of Beau’s greatest fears is being lost in large crowds. The sound of hussle and bussle flooding her senses without having someone to hold onto strikes fear deep into her.
✧Blood || Beau can’t stand the smell or sight of someone else's blood. It doesn’t send her into a panic, but irks her to no end. She can’t stand having it be on her body.
✦Working With Others Besides Her Team || It took about a year for Beau to get use to her own team, so working with others can be quite the hassle.
✧Cowardly || There are plenty of instances in which Beau has frozen in the midst of combat. It’s generally when faced with fighting other humans opposed to Grimm.
✦Her Wings || Beau will do anything to keep her true species a secret. That includes being “too shy” to change with her teammates around, or getting very flustered when someone gets close to her back.
{“I-isn’t this asking a bit much?”}
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✦Singing || “Some say that my voice is perfect, but I like to think that I can always improve.”
✧Archery || “Another thing I’ve been told I’m ‘perfect’ at, but there is no such thing as perfect.”
✦Reading || “Whether it be fiction, non-fiction, sci-fi, just put a book in my hand, and I’m happy.”
| H A B I T S |
✧Spinning Her Gauntlet || “It’s what I do when I’m bored and can’t do anything else. I just spin the little thing on my wrist.”
✦Soft Singing || “I sing under my breath when I’m nervous.”
✧Jumping || “D-don’t sneak up on me like that!”
| L I K E S |
✦Animals || “I connect with them for obvious reasons.”
✧Reading || “I do it whenever I can.”
✦Cuddling || “I… I don’t know why. I just like the feeling of other people’s body warmth.”
✧Hunting Grimm || “I like to tell myself that… that Grimm are lost souls that couldn’t find the afterlife and metastasized in their fear, becoming the creatures they are now. Our ‘killing’ of them frees them from earth, so they can find true peace.”
✦Music || “It calms me, and gives me a basis to my songs.”
| D I S L I K E S |
✦People Who Hate Grimm || “Even if you have a history with Grimm, it’s like hating all dogs because one bit you when you were younger. Grimm don’t think like we do. They don’t deserve to be killed because they’re evil, they deserve to be killed because they deserve relief from the life they’re forced to live.”
✧Faunus || “It’s weird to hate my own species, but I wish I could have just been born normal like everyone else.”
✦Faunus Discrimination || “Strange, considering I just said I hated myself for being one. I may be a faunus, but that doesn’t mean I think differently from humans. We deserve to be treated the same.”
✧Unneeded Bloodshed || “If fighting isn’t necessary, then why bother? It just wastes time and lives.”
✦Stereotypes || “I’m a lesbian owl faunus, it's safe to say I’ve seen my fair share of stereotypes.”
| G O A L S |
✦Be The Best Leader She Can Be || “I don’t even want to think about letting my team down…”
✧Find Love || “There are a couple of dames I have my eyes on… But I doubt they’d like me back.”
✦Help People || “It’s the reason I became a huntress.”
| F E A R S |
✧Her Secret Being Revealed || “If my team found out I was a faunus… They wouldn’t look at me the same ever again. However, I don’t know how long I can blame the stray feathers on the crappiness of our dorm pillows…”
✦Failing Her Team || “These are the first people in my life I’ve truly cared about. Failing them would be worse than death.”
✧Crowds || “I hate them. They overload my senses. If I don’t have someone’s hand to hold, I tend to panic. I know, I’m just like a little kid.”
{“I… I don’t like talking about it.”}
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Being born to two people in the business of huntsmen is no easy life. Her parents were constantly busy, leaving Halcyon with a babysitter. That was, until she turned five. She remembered that birthday, despite how long ago it was. She recalled sitting alone with a small birthday cake, her babysitter singing Happy Birthday. I few days later, a man was at their door, telling them that her parents had gone missing. After a few weeks, there was no news. The babysitter wasn’t ready for a kid, so she did the only thing she could; drop the toddler off at an orphanage.
It was a fairly poor orphanage, but it was the only one inside Vale that would accept a faunus child. So Halcyon grew up parentless, constantly fighting for her next meal, constantly having to hide every one of her important possessions, and constantly pushing herself to be stronger. Since she lacked any sort of access to weapons, she starting playing around the broom and mops, practicing spinning them around and fighting with them.
The only person in her life Halcyon could look up to was the mother in charge of the orphanage. She wasn’t sweet or iron-fisted, but she got the job done while making sure the kids weren’t neglected. The woman made sure they got their fair share of food, and that all the children were raised well behaved. Well, decently behaved. A single woman can only do so much. There were still bullies, and she did her best to stop them, but some still slipped by. They picked on the little ones, like Halcyon. In situations where it’s just Halcyon against an enemy, she can’t rely on her “mother”. So Halcyon learned to rely on herself.
Many years went by. Once she grew older, she acted like an elder sister to the little ones that came in. It depressed her, really. Seeing all these people who were just thrown away. But one day, everything changed again. A woman came to the orphanage, claiming that she was Halcyon’s aunt, and that she wanted to adopt the young woman. She was 15 at this point, just starting puberty, just starting to grow into a woman with her own ideals. Her “aunt” only told Halcyon her first name, Kiera. She told Halcyon that she didn’t want her to try to grow into the family name; she wanted to become her own person.
For about a year and a half, “Aunty Kiera” trained Halcyon in the ways of archery. She helped the teen forge her own weapon. This was when Beau chose her true name; a word that meant a weapon and a person. At her 17th birthday, Kiera flew Beau to Beacon, marched into the building, and simply walked into Ozpin’s office, presenting Beau to the headmaster.
Despite Kiera’s boldness, Ozpin gave her a few simple tests. Beau passed with flying colors. Ozpin accepted her in without a second thought. Her first year was full of anxiousness; she had never attended a school before. People looked at her weird when she told them she never went to Signal. She already knew that being a faunus made her different, but the reaction she got when people found out she never went to a school beforehand told her how her classmates would handle it. She was belittled and teased, so Beau decided that people don’t need to know about who she really was.
| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Jay Shinobu (Right) || 43 || Father || Status Unknown (Presumed Dead)
Violet Shinobu (Left) || 40 || Mother || Status Unknown (Presumed Dead)
Kiera || Age Unknown || Aunt (Supposedly) || Alive
{“Well… I don’t know.”}
Hitagi Senjougahara
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