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Jericho Rifter

"Hey guys, how bout some-WHOOAH!" *falls*

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a character in “RWBY: Bloodmoon Rising”, as played by Eskay

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GENERAL INFORMATION


Species: Human

Gender: Male

Dominant Hand: Right

Age: 18

Weight: 180 lbs

Height: 6'0

Skin Tone: White

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Blue

Hair Styles: Neat and trim

Tattoos/Scars: He's got a birthmark on his left thigh that looks like a duck.

Aura Color: Gray

Fashion Sense: Preppy, but not in an overtly elitist sense- he just likes to look nice. He's typically seen sporting a polo shirt and a pair of slacks (or cargo shorts during hot days.) In stark contrast to the rest of his apparel, Jerry is fond of big, poofy sneakers (similar to Osiris brand shoes.)

Personality: Jerry is a happy, goal-oriented, goofball. He pursues friendships with the same intensity that a toddler may pursue playing with a new toy, which leads many to be turned off by his rather strong approach. In addition to this, he has a hard time picking up on social cues- he speaks his mind candidly and often, oblivious to the subtleties of socializing. Still, those who take the time to get to know Jerry will find an honest, albeit eccentric, companion who will go to the ends of the Earth and back for his friends.

On a separate note, his personality undergoes some curious changes when he is either making music or drinking. He climbs a few rungs on the cool ladder when he is playing piano or singing, but becomes borderline bipolar when under the influence. Not violent, mind you, but subject to wild mood swings.

Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Meal: Chocolate and Scotch. Or just Scotch without the chocolate. Or any kind of alcohol if Scotch isn't present. Seriously, for being underage and not exactly a hard partier, Jerry drinks like a fish.

Likes: Scotch, tinkering, piano, learning about stuff.

Dislikes: Overbearing personalities, skunky beer, cats, having to take his shirt off in front of people (it's a long story...)

Strengths: Insight, camaraderie, precision with completing tasks.

Fears: Not being liked, not being in control, getting hurt (physically. He's kind of oblivious to emotional stuff.)




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COMBAT STATISTICS


Intelligence: 7 (NEEEERD)

Strength: 1 (He forgot to eat his Wheaties)

Speed: 3 (Incredible by Muggle standards, but only passable by Beacons)

Durability: 3 (Passive Aura is used to regenerate wounds)

Energy Projection: 7 (An absolute BEAST with Aura and Dust manifestation)

Fighting Ability: 4 (He knows his limits, but is no slouch in a fight)




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Equipment


Weapons: Though Jerry typically relies on his mastery over Dusts and his own Aura to battle, he also has holstered two of his fathers Colt Pythons. The guns are equipped with 4-inch barrels, shiny nickel finish, and the stocks have been modified to respond to any Dust manipulation Jerry conjures. Because of this, when Jerry focuses Dust manifestation into the stocks of his guns, they will fire bursts of concentrated Dust instead of regular bullets. When discharged this way, the guns do not recoil, as they are merely being used as the catalyst for which the Dust travels. Jerry will typically use the revolvers for close-range combat when firing them with this method. However, he keeps a few extra rounds handy in the event that his conjuring capabilities are impaired. When firing regular bullets, however, the guns will function as normal, recoil and all.

Dust Type: Though proficient with all Dusts, he typically utilizes Light Dust, made from composite Earth and Fire.

Armor: None. An excess of armor would slow him down, and he's probably not strong enough to wear it anyway.

Semblance: Mythcraft- In addition to his sheer mastery of Dust manifestation in its most archaic use, Jerry can use his Aura to conjure various mythological weaponry. These weapons are merely tangible extensions of his own Aura- they cannot be wielded by anyone save Jerry. Although these are energy-based projections, the density of the energy renders them like a solid object, and can be deflected by corporeal means. Currently, Jerry is able to conjure 4 Mythcraft weapons:

Excalibur: Legendary sword of light. It is the most well-rounded weapons in Jerry's arsenal, and it glows a brilliant gold.

Gungnir: Mystical spear of wisdom. It can be thrown great distances, and can be called back to Jerry at will. Shimmers with an azure blue glow.

Aegis: Esoteric shield of lore. It can be held in hand, or float around allies for passive protection. It is Jerry's personal favorite, and it glows a majestic, stark white.

Cronus: Chaotic scythe of death. It is Jerry's most powerful weapon, but there is a notable change in Jerry's personality and demeanor when wielding this weapon. Only used in dire circumstances, it glows an eery, shadowy black.

HISTORY


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Personal History: Born as the son of two notable Beacon alumni, Jerry was always expected to grow up to a great Hunter. To his fathers disappointment, however, Jerry never had a natural aptitude for combat- rather, it was the research of Dust and Aura application that fascinated little Jerry. He spent most of his days secluded in his room, tinkering with devices and seeing how he could apply Dust into basic machinery.

Ultimately, it was his experiments with Dust-powered machines which caught the attention of the Beacon academy. At only 11 years of age, he was brought into the academy under the tutelage of various Dust scholars. Though he always abhorred violence, it was Beacon policy that he undergo training as a Hunter, so he reluctantly complied.

In his 18th year, however, he has grown quite proficient at dispatching the Grimm, and he has grown quite close to his team. In some ways, they have provided him with more of a family than his own mother and father could- a family that accepted Jerry for Jerry, and not for his parents legacy...


So begins...

Jericho Rifter's Story

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"Well... Grimm are a part of everybody's life now. They'll be a given in nearly any mission we take." Natalie said, reading over Terry's shoulder, running a hand through her hair with a small sigh. "And, I could see why bandits and mercenaries would be interested in weapons - or, in this case, a single weapon. It's likely either rather large, or maybe a prototype."

"Then again, why isn't the military transporting this weapon? They're just as effective against stray Grimm as we are - they just need a few more people." Natalie didn't keep speaking - she didn't want to mention that she wasn't very eager to fight what remained of their race, even if they were outlaws. With how fast the Grimm advanced, she felt that they could hardly afford to.

And, well, considering exactly what type of weapon they'd be escorting - it almost seemed overkill to send not only a duo of trained huntresses, but an entire team of near-graduates as well. They could honestly only send one or two and have a much speedier, and likely safer delivery.

Natalie was bumped by an eager trainee - almost stumbling into Jackson. A reprimand rose in her throat, but she couldn't seem to find the offender amongst the crowd behind her. Terry seemed to be right - everyone was eager to move, to prove their worth. Was it truly wise to send so many untested trainees into the field, even protected? Was team TNJR ready?

Even Ricochet seemed more somber than usual. "It's usually my job to fuss - or what, did we swap and I never noticed? Because I tend to notice such things." Natalie remarked, a small smile lifting her features for a moment. "Ah, regardless... Terry's made our choice. Let's go."

She gave Jackson a pat on the arm - she was never really sure when he was dozing off - and pushed through the throng as best she could, cutting a path for the teammates that hopefully lied just a step behind, wanting to get to their own shuttle as soon as possible.

Thank god they didn't use the pads anymore.

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"Come on you guys!" Terry called as she began walking toward where they were supposed to meet their groups chaperone.
She was very excited, to get started and prove her team was as great as she thought they were.
She stood away from the crowds and waited for the rest of them to make their way over to her. As she waited she shifted her weight from one foot to another until she bumped into someone.
"Oh excuse me!" she said with a smile on her face.
Then she noticed the girl had white hair and it was really pretty.
"I like your hair, it's really pretty!"

(The girl in question is supposed to be Weiss.)

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Team TNJR
Beacon Academy Flight Deck
0600
Disembarking

"Hello, my name is Weiss Schnee, yes, heiress to the S.D.C. Empire, I and my partner Ruby Rose will be your chaperones on this mission. We will be taking this Atlesian Dropship to get to the SDC headquarters in Armament, to meet a team of guards to assist in the transportation of a very important item. We are unable to transport it by air because of its volatility and the fact that it was tried previously and the transport was attack by a murder of Nevermore, from Armament we will be using the rail system to travel, making as few stops as possible, half way on our return we will be stopping at the border City of Calgary, where Yang Xaoi Long and Blake Belladonna will be joining the mission. Any Questions?"

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Ricochet arrived ten minutes before his comrades and babysitters, almost instantaneously slumping down to sit on a bench. The boy took measured bites out of a loaf of bread and washed down the rough texture with swigs of coffee. He repeated the process of gritting his teeth and tearing away part after part, a way of sating his hunger. Chances are, his teammates were in the midst of waking up and preparing for the mission ahead, meanwhile he had done everything of the sort an hour before hand. He couldn’t let any of them see his sorry excuse of a sleeping face. The student aimlessly watched as the sun progressively crested the horizon. But the color of the sky brought along with the light wasn’t the usual vibrant hue, but a somber grey, as if even the heavens were foreboding the fate of the team. Of course, Rico didn’t buy that superstitious nonsense, and merely listed off the emotionally draining scene as an overabundance of mist. But it definitely put a damper on the motivation he was trying to build up while chowing on the academy’s excuse for food. He was half-tempted to sprint back to the kitchen and throw the remainder of the loaf at the head chef, with the force of a million disappointed bread enthusiasts.

A pair of footsteps stopped Rico from his internal rant, glancing behind him to see whoever was approaching. His eyes ran across the cobblestone and finally rested on what he presumed to be the accompanying huntresses. One seemed extremely energetic even though most people would be zombies at his hour, and could even pass for being Rico’s little sister, considering how similar they looked. The other strutted with so much pompousness that it was almost mind-numbing, it strangled the boy just by looking at her. She was definitely aware that her looks weren’t the only thing that were pretentious. No, chances are, she had some wealthy background placing her in the highest echelon in society from birth. But, since she was still alive, she had probably abandoned the idea that her company’s minions would assist her, and faded into the common mindset of all hunters. Ricochet gave them a cursory wave while inhaling the remainder of his breakfast, then got to his own two feet, as his teammates weren’t far behind.

”Jeeze~. Making Alacrity wait isn’t very nice. I swear, this rifle has a mind of it’s own.” The student smirked as he paced his way over to his friends and gave them their own morning greetings; a light tap on Jericho’s shoulder, a cordial pat on his leader’s head, and since he valued his own life, high fived Natalie so she wouldn’t cast him off the academy. It wasn’t long before they segued into the debriefing of their mission. It turns out that Ricochet’s reticle was dead on its target, as the aforementioned rich chick introduced herself as an empress within the dust industry, meanwhile the Ruby’s name obviously referenced her hair and style of apparel.

”Personally, I’d see it more feasible that we should’ve taken a train from Vale’s station and ridden it to Atlas, but eh, not our money that’s being burned here. Besides, that’s the Atlasian way. Got a problem? Throw money at it. Jeeze, I already miss the homeland.” Being birthed in Atlas, Rico was already aware of the technological strives made within the country. Although its creations made positive changes on Remnant, sometimes the experiments concocted in their were borderline herecy. And on top of that, they were transporting it via train, and a private one at that. They were trying to keep civilian casualties to a minimum, but knowing their luck, a few accidents on the railway were destined to happen. Rico just hoped they would dispense a decent amount of guards to protect the weapon itself, so his comrades could actually deal with their foes without worry.

”...Well, I would ask for a train schedule, but I hope Atlas is smart enough to close off all stations today. Not that people will simply list off the abrupt denial of all] routes as an enigma, but public awareness is the least of our worries. So the only question I have to ask is… Shall we get a move on?” Yet again, the eager grin made a resurgence, along with a coat hanging loosely from his shoulders.

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Derp, I did it too :B

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Morning. Why did it it have to be morning? Jerry was a lot of things- punctual, musically inclined, eccentric, and far too intelligent for his own good.

However, a damnable morning person was something Jerry certainly was not. Rubbing the never-ending crust from his eyes, he could scarcely remember any shred of information the morning announcement provided, nor what he was supposed to do following. It was fortuitous, then, that Natalie had the foresight to give him a courtesy nudge- otherwise, he wouldn't have made it to the dropship that was to take him to his destination!

"Damn," he mumbled to himself, staggering behind his teammates, "Today's not my day for making good impressions..."

Jerry's drinking habit wasn't exactly a secret to the students and staff at Beacon- it was usually looked over, however, due to his stellar classroom performance and contributions to the institution. He would also never so much as think of showing up to a debriefing hung over. Unfortunately for him, his "just-got-out-of-bed" stagger is eerily similar to his "just-recently-became-somewhat-sober" stagger, which he was sure would go over well with a certain cycloptic virtuoso on his team.

Not that he was abhorrent of Natalie's motherly demeanor- quite frankly, he enjoyed the pleasure of her company. All too often, however, her overbearing would remind him of his eldest sister, who harped on him much the same way. It was an encounter that he was far too tired to handle today.

Catching his second wind, he was the last to enter the dropship, where Rico greeted him with his usual, older-brother-love-tap. This always amused him, as Rico would always have to ironically reach up to touch his shoulder. He let out a stupid grin and took a seat next to his companion, taking in all of what Weiss had to say.

At the offer to ask questions, Jerry sheepishly raised his hand. "Um, yeah, I have a few questions!" He scanned the room for approval, before quickly realizing that this was not a classroom. He cleared his throat, and voiced his concern.

"Well, first of all, do you think you can tell us a bit about the weapon? You mentioned that it was too volatile to transport by air, so why is taking a train any better? How are you containing it? It's not gonna blow up on us or anything, is it?"

He rubbed his eyes before voicing his second concern, "Also, you're next in line for the Empire, right? You're being super vague about the specifics of this weapon, which tells me there's some kind of secret that's above our pay grade. But if it's so important, why reach out to us students? Surely you've got more highly qualified Hunters or Huntresses you could reach out to?"

Although his intent was simply to garner more information about the task at hand, tact was never Jerry's strong suit, and his questions could have easily been misconstrued as rude or disrespectful. As luck would have it, Jerry is also quite terrible with body language, and would have been completely oblivious to anyone exuding any form of awkwardness.

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Weiss was flabbergasted at what questions the young huntsman asked her, with all her self control she smiled and spoke as calmly as possible, "I honestly have no clue what we are transporting, myself, but I do know that it may turn the tides and help us secure the walls of the cities. If you don't want to go, by all means stay here and explain it to Ozpin, Goodwitch and Ironwood why you abandoned your team." with a swish of her hair and a quick turn Weiss sauntered towards the dropship and took her seat.

"Weiss, did you really need to speak to him like that?" a younger woman said as she sat across from her.

"Don't be a dolt! I will not allow insubordination amongst the ranks of the newly graduated hunters, it shows bad form." she replied.

"You realize who you sound like, right?" Ruby said with a smirk.

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Terry had be quiet the whole time, which was strange for her. She was usually the one to do a lot of the talking. She listened and watched Weiss intently, No one knew it but Terry idolized Weiss. She thought that she was the coolest, most talented huntress at the academy. Terry was so excited to have her looking over them for this mission, maybe she could give Terry some pointers here and there. Suddenly she squealed loudly at the thought of being taught by Weiss. She sat still and then noticed the others looking at her and her face grew bright red. "I... I thought there was a bug in my hair!.." She said and then hid her face for a moment.
Quickly she jumped to her feet and looked at her team, "Alright team listen up! We are going to get this done smoothly and with extreme style! Just like everything we do, This is no more then another mission, so lets get ourselves together and kick some ass like always!" She smiled when her speech was done and then went to look out the window. She was more then a little scared but she couldn't let her team mates see that, they were counting on her to be strong.