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Sherry Azade

Magic worlds where the impossible becomes the everyday

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a character in “RWBY - Keep the Faith”, as played by Robinwing

Groups

Strictly speaking, a middle ranking team, but close knit with strong teamwork dynamics

Description

Team: SSHL (Seashell)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Race: Human

Height: 155cm

Weight: 43kg

Hair: Black straight hair that she wears braided down to her hips.

Eyes: Amber brown

Personality: Sherry is an almost spiritual individual. She's constantly hopeful, but feels no need to rush anything. It will come when it comes is her life motto. Aside from that, she's very cheerful and friendly, lighting up the room with her own joy, and trying to help others find that joy too. She can come off as naive, but she believes that her optimism and belief lead to disappointment much, much less than many would expect. She has a vibrant imagination, and she loves stories, both to tell and to hear, especially those from faraway sources. She's got quite a collection at this point.

Appearance: Sherry is light and airy, as well as plain small. She has wide eyes on a heart shaped face, and there are a few people who would describe her as fairly pretty, though not in a stunning way like some of her teammates. She is dark skinned, but her skin also bares faint tan lines outlining the intricate designs her grandmother would paint on Sherry's hands and wrists. She wears a sleeveless red tunic with pants of a darker red, and dark blue shoes. On top of that she wears a short sleeved dark blue bolero jacket, fastened to cinch her tunic in high on her waist, which features turquoise embroidery. Lastly, she has her vambraces, a turquoise bow fastening her braid, and a silver heirloom hair clip at the back of her head.

Symbol: Sherry's symbol features heavily on the embroidery on her jacket, as well as making up it's clasp. It can also be made out in the designs on her hands, and on the clip in her hair.

Image

Colour scheme: Mostly jewel tones of Pinkish red, turquoise and dark blue

Dust affinity: Some, particularly with Wind Dust.

Weapon: Scorpion Stings
Long twin katars that unfold out of her vambraces. Sherry can load these with Dust cartridges and fire them as you would with a gun, except from her wrist. The blades themselves almost look embroidered due to the delicate, intricate designs embossed into them, but they are no less effective for their beauty.

Aura: Desert yellow

Semblance: Persuasion; Sherry's semblance is simply to be able to, at will, be more convincing when she speaks. She can convince people that a door is locked, or that a stone they should be able to move is too heavy to budge, and decrease the chance of them questioning her words. Of course, this is within reason, things which could reasonably be true. She can't convince someone that they can fly, or that she's on their team in a competition.

Fighting Style: Sherry's fighting style favours misdirection. She fights like a magician doing a card trick, by drawing her foe's attention away from her true intentions, or those of her team. She leads her foes into the snare of her strategic traps, and strikes not unlike the scorpion that her Stings draw their name from. However, this strategy can lead to her outsmarting herself, or accidentally backing herself into a corner because she miscalculated someone's reaction along the way.

So begins...

Sherry Azade's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sherry Azade Character Portrait: Slate Quatermain Character Portrait: Lavender Dantes Character Portrait: Hart Harker
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And yet elsewhere in the Cafeteria

Slate couldn't help the half smile, even if it was a nervous one. His team sat around him, the girls listening to Hart's... Vibrant... Retelling of what he and Slate had been doing before they'd ran into the girls. The skinny boy had some problems on the field they'd need to work on, though you wouldn't think it from his story. The girls shared a sideways glance, holding down their giggles. Slate looked down at the table, and blinked.
"Is that all you've got?" He said. Hart fell quiet, and quickly looked down at his, mostly junk, food and back at Slate.
"Uhhh, yeah?" He replied. With a huff, Slate passed an apple and half of his sandwich to Hart. He pointedly ignored Lavender's smirk.
"Already taking the team leader stuff seriously, huh?" She said.
"I'm gonna need the practice." Slate replied.

Why he'd been the one picked to lead SSHL, Slate really couldn't say. From what he'd seen of their work during team selection, Sherry's easy misdirection and Lavender's bravado, even Hart's technique, despite his problems. They all had an area of expertise, but surely one of the others had to be better with people than the faunus who'd barely ever talked to another person beyond his family.

"You might need less practice than you think." Sherry commented. Slate blinked.
"You picked out this table, where you can see every exit, while still being between them and us. You're also already making Hart feed himself like an actual human being." She explained. Hart nodded enthusiastically, cheeks filled like a chipmunk. Lavender draped herself with one arm over his shoulders.
"Then you've got the fact that you were more worried about keeping me and Sherry flush in dust cartridges. Why do you even carry them if you can't use them, seriously? Face it, you're already acting like you're our dad." She added with a smirk. Slate flushed a little, chuckled and half heartedly pushed Lavender off. The girls backed off, satisfied with their handiwork.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Viridian Boudic Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Indu Tzu Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: Ecru Talon Character Portrait: Sherry Azade Character Portrait: Yale Khamun Character Portrait: Slate Quatermain Character Portrait: Jasper McTavish Character Portrait: Lavender Dantes Character Portrait: Raven Coeur de Lion Character Portrait: Arsenic Arisen Character Portrait: Damask Cruci Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Hart Harker Character Portrait: Merkur Quinton Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Honey Theo
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Cafeteria, a few moments ago...

Team KOHL gathered at a table, eating lunch. Well...most of them were.

"Hey, Krimm," Laurel said with a mouthful of steak, "you ought to eat, pal."

Krimm said nothing. Everyone else noticed that he had been a bit dreary since their Dust Studies class, and it seemed to have gotten worse during History. "I'm not hungry." he finally said.

Laurel shook his head. He hurriedly sliced what was left of his steak and impaled the larger cut with a fork. "Here." he said, offering the piece of steak to Krimm.

Krimm stared at the piece of steak for a while then, in one swift motion, took the fork from Laurel's hand and tore the meat off of it with his mouth. He then chewed on the meat, though still looked a bit sad.

It took a while before Krimm finished the steak, then it appeared that only Honey had not finished eating. She seemed to be entranced by the flavor of the soup she ordered, and Oxford and Laurel were getting impatient. The two were about to (jokingly) fall asleep when-

"Come on, not again!" Oxford whined as it appeared Teams JADE and IVRY were going to fight, "Geez, this is making me feel like I'm in some poorly-written, modern shonen manga..." He was a bit disappointed when Jasper ran out of the cafeteria, but was surprised when all of IVRY followed in hot pursuit. Oxford turned to Laurel and the two nodded in agreement, rushing out of the cafeteria after PWTR and the rest of JADE.

Krimm thought for a minute, blocking out Honey's slurps, then ran after his teammates. Honey, caught by surprised, stood up as well, hesitated, then ran too. "Wait for meeee!" she said as she hurried after Krimm whilst holding her bowl of soup. She almost rammed herself into a table occupied by another team with one member having large horns on his head. "Sorry..." she said, nervously backing away then running to the exit, avoiding everyone in her way.

Some time before that, in the hallways

Merkur was taking another leisurely stroll around Faith Academy. "Lunch..." he hummed to himself, looking at his wristwatch. He quickly paced towards the cafeteria, hoping he could bump into Krimm and his team. Oh how he would embarrass his "nephew".

"Merkur!" Merkur turned and saw Phlox.

"Ah...it's...Cherubim, right?" he replied, struggling to remember the man's first name.

"Cherubim. Phlox Cherubim."

"Oh, Phlox? I...yeah, er...hi." Merkur said, scratching his head.

"Where're you off to? I'm headed for lunch. Sweeping up Dust residue is exhausting." Phlox jokingly said.

"I'm getting myself some lunch, too." Merkur said. The two started walking towards the cafeteria. "I'm also hoping on seeing my nephew before his break ends." he snickered.

"Oh..." Phlox said, "...Krimm, was it?"

"Yep, saw that he was in your class. How'd he do?"

Phlox scratched is head and thought for a while. "Well, he..."

"...did he blow something up? Darn kid! Oh-hoh, he's gonna get-"

"No, no, no..." Phlox interrupted, "He didn't. He couldn't even make it glow."

Merkur seemed to be surprised. He nodded then went silent for a while. He then looked at Phlox, who looked back at him with a puzzled look.

"...is there something on my face?" Phlox nervously asked, pointing around his cheek.

Merkur shook his head. "Your...your hair..."

"...what about it?" Phlox said. He was surprised when Merkur touched his hair, playing around with it for a few seconds.

"It's so...magical..." Merkur said with a soft voice, his eyes twinkling with wonder. He reached into his pockets and took out his scroll. "Hey, you mind if I took a video?"

Phlox looked puzzled. Merkur had been working at Faith Academy for at least two years by now, and only then did he have any interest in his hair. The man shrugged.

"Okay, just do this sort of rocking motion..." Merkur continued. He then told Phlox that he thought of making a short video, and all Phlox had to do was bend backwards a bit, go back upright, and repeat a few times. When they were done recording, Merkur laughed to himself and made sure he saved the video. "I'll show ya the finished product."

"Sure..." Phlox smiled, as if he knew what Merkur was making. They continued their way towards the cafeteria, until they saw Honey rushing out of it with a bowl of soup. The two, puzzled, watched her run off until she was out of sight. "What was that about?"

"Beats me." Merkur said, smacking his lips at the smell of food that crept from the cafeteria, "But boy, am I hungry..."


Dueling Arena, First Year Tower. Sort-of present.


"What's going on?" Krimm asked Oxford and Laurel.

"Seems Talon of JADE and Indu of IVRY are gonna have a duel." Oxford replied, sounding mildly interested.

"They've got some stakes on the line." Laurel said, " Indu wins, Talon's their slave for a month. Talon wins, IVRY doesn't touch the monkey kid again. Even if the guy wins, I doubt IVRY's gonna comply..."

Krimm looked at the two combatants, their teams, and the arena. He smiled inside. Honey, who had just arrived, bumped into Krimm, exhausted.

"Wha's...happn'n?" she said, collapsing onto the floor but keeping her bowl safe. After the rest of her team filled her in, she suddenly jumped into the air and went infront of PWTR, who were watching Indu and Talon. Honey seemed to be energetic, reaching into her bag for a bag of potato chips, which she tore open and spilled the contents into the bowl that was once filled with soup. Her teammates, puzzled, assembled near her.

Krimm sighed. "Stay here. You three keep your eyes on JADE, IVRY and PWTR. I'm getting a closer look." he then proceeded to look for higher ground. He found it at the large screen that displayed Aura levels. He then worked his way through hallways, staircases and ledges before standing on top of the board, watching Indu and Talon from above.

"So we're just gonna sit back and watch?!" Oxford said, "Augh...you gotta be kidding me, Krimm!"

"He's crazy..." Laurel said, staring at his team's leader standing on the board. He took out his scroll and huddled with Oxford and Honey. Krimm appeared on the screen.

"Keep a close eye on the spectators. If they try to interfere, stop them." Krimm said.

"What're you gonna do? Honey said, munching on potato chips.

"If the fight gets out of hand, I'll intervene..." Krimm said, "Stay there, got it?"

The three nodded. "Over and out." Krimm said. He turned his attention to the two fighters. "Now...what do you have to show us?" he thought to himself.