Name: Argent Ag-Mian

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Hair: Near black. Shaggy and wild, longer than most male-cut hair. Obviously dyed.

Eyes: Hazel green with flecks of steel gray.

Equipment: Argent carries a silver knapsack that he holds over his shoulder. Save for that, his only equipment is a hood-cloak reminiscent of the pelt of some large animal, colored a metallic silver. He near constantly wears a deer skull-esque mask under his hood, with a pair of antlers rising from underneath. Both the hood-cloak, and the skull are much stronger than they appear, and act as his sole line of defense.

Weapons: Argent carries with him a large bladed whip, with a revolver style base near the handle. When long range becomes necessary, he can straighten and shorten the whip down into a rifle-style firearm, using the revolver base to load dust cartridges if needed. He has named it Rhymora.

Semblance: For short periods of time, Argent can cause electronics, vehicles and electrically powered devices and even weapons to fail. If focused on a single target, the result is a short but violent electrical burst similar to a taser- if more powerful and with a range like that of a small firework. Pop.

Appearance: Argent is a fairly tall 'young adult', with a disposition to walk with his back straight and head held high. His skin is a dark umber-brown, with a spattering of freckles along his cheeks and down to his collarbone. He typically wears a bored expression, though it will quickly change to one of genuine interest or curiosity at the slightest stimuli. With bags under his eyes more often than not, Argent has the face of someone you'd see on the street, stop to watch for a moment, then continue on your day. He's on the cuter side of the scale of attractiveness, and milks it for all it's worth when he's feeling mischievous.

He wears a simple pair of dark gray trousers, with a black long sleeve underneath his cloak and hood. The trousers have padded shins and knees, with a pair of mid-calf high combat boots underneath. More often than not, his whip can be seen hanging at his side, though sometimes it will hang off of his shoulder in it's rifle form.

Personality: Argent is mischief incarnate, and loves getting into and out of trouble. He's extremely caring, and easily entertained. He loves to make people laugh and love both him, and the others around them. Argent is a realist, and treats life as a series of cause and effects, and will often stop a prank or plan if it affects others in a way he or they can't control. He's cheerful, and amiable, easy to get along with, though his mood is often mercurial; it doesn't take very much to change or alter it.
Argent can sometimes get into a state of extreme focus, like when hunting, and it is during these times that he's most quiet.

Backstory: Argent's family was never maligned, and they never really wanted for much, which led to Argent and his sisters. He is the youngest child, and was the baby of the family before they moved from Atlas to Vale. After the move, all of the siblings would go on to attend Beacon, and while his sisters would grow to love the school, Argent never truly felt at home in the institution. Sure he got along with most, and was tolerated by the rest, but it never came to feel like home to him. It was during his first hunting mission that he would come to find life is never truly fair. After a successful extermination mission, Argent returned to Beacon to a headmaster with a bowed head. His parents, who had then owned a smithy in the city, were lost after a fire consumed the smithy and the home above. His sisters were all but unreachable, having disappeared on hunting missions of their own on the same day. He has since stayed at Beacon from then on, and after the Attack, left and wandered until he encountered other hunters or huntresses with which he could roam with. He still waits for a call from his sisters, and searches for answers on just what happened to his adoptive home.