"Hold on, this one's a bit of a mouthful."
Name: Livor Anupu
"Perfectly street legal, like cigarettes. And.. other, stuff."
Age: 18
"Last I checked, male."
Gender: Male
"Insert awkward racial joke here."
Species: Faunus
"Blame my heritage, not my taste!"
Weapon Name: Scepter of Was
Weapon App: "You could just.. I'unno, look at it?""You're weirding me out a little with these questions, bud."
Appearance: Clearly of non-native descent, Livor stands tall at a whopping 5'11". Despite being a ridiculous slim-jim of a creature, he's surprisingly light and very frail, weighing in at a pretty anorexic 103 pounds. Despite his desperate attempts to gain weight in any way, his puny triceps and biceps are physical proof that he's not doing so well. Gracing the slender neck and the head placed upon it, very long and combed purple hair with braids on every other lock of hair.
It's a very difficult hairdo to maintain, and he typically needs a close friend he trusts to help him out with it. His lips are typically pursed and give him the look of someone much more serious than he actually is along with his pure white eyes. His irises and pupils are visible, if you look close enough underneath his visor, but that's an invasion of personal space. And a violation of law, in some cities. His skin is obviously very dark and gives him the appearance of someone not native to Vytal.
And then, of course, there's the source of his shame. His large, flashy plume of peacock feathers that fan out from his tailbone. They're full of vibrant color, just MADE for attracting mates! And he hates it! Typically he hides the fan of feathers underneath a large, poofy coat that he wears over his sleeveless white garb. But if he takes it off? Ooooh wee.
"Woah, take a man out to dinner first! No but seriously though, any more personal and I may have to consult my parents."
Personality: As far as what he's like, Livor is highly nervous. For a large portion of his life he was made fun of for his colorful plumage and as such, he tends to view it as a large shame to him and his family. Along with that, he hides the secret as well as he potentially can till the very last moment. He's bad with people, because of this and a lack of developed social skills. And, as far as he's concerned, women are literal gods. Raised under a very strictly religious house worshiping a somewhat questionable scripture, the idea that women are goddesses that simply grace the presence of men was beaten into him metaphorically speaking and literally speaking. As such, he tends not to talk to women, and definitely wouldn't accept the advances of a woman either.
When it comes to his hobbies, however, Livor's all passion and no thought. He'll listen to loud hip-hop music any time of the day that he damn well pleases! ...as long as no one yells at him too loud about it. But he will defend himself over things like that, unless he knows that he was absolutely in the wrong.
He's a big fan of sarcasm, and it shows pretty plainly no matter when or who he's speaking to. He tends to not have a filter (unless there's a woman in his presence), and will speak bluntly and rudely to just about anyone. He respects power, physical power and power over the people. Both have the possibility to change the world for the better or the worse. And, excluding Grimm, this belief shows in how he fights. More often than not, he'll never strike the finishing blow. Even in a sparring match, he'll beat his enemy down to the very last inch of their aura then stop.
"Are you a stalker?"
Likes: Music
Specifically Hip-hop/rap music
F.W.A (Faunus Wit Attitudez)
Grace
Respect
Large portions of food
Complex games
Being read to
Keeping his hair in order
Drawing Grimm
"Allow me to consult my agent."
Dislikes: Stuffy people
The heat
Compliments
Gratuitous violence
Racists
His eyes
His skin
His tail
His personality
His life
"Yeah, dad? Hi, yeah, uh.. What can I divulge in a public interview?"
History: Growing up as the child of two immigrants was quite difficult for Livor. Not only did he have to deal with quite a decent amount of hatred due to the fact that he was a Faunus, but his parents also didn't waver on the idea of him spending his early years in working then sending him to school to become a Hunter so as to protect the world.
The hatred coming from people all around changed the already quite confused and uncomfortable young Livor into a social recluse. He feared insult, and he feared injury. The dust shop that his parents ran also suffered, as people refused to partake in their business as much as other businesses due to their race. Soon, as Livor grew, things became harder. Expenses grew, and the Schnee family was putting everyone out of business. Soon, they pretty much just bought up the land and closed down the store.
Scrambling to find new jobs, the Anupu family found themselves without steady income or food for quite a while as they attempted to find a way to get money to stream into the house. All this at the age of 10, it was almost too much for the young Faunus. His parents eventually wormed their ways into working for the Schnees in some of the lowest paying positions. Hey, bread was bread, right?
Around this time, Livor began to get into music. Hip-hop, made by Faunus for Faunus, it was cathartic. With the influence of music, as well as information that he got from his parents, he was able to trace his familial lineage back to a failed empire centuries ago that were some of the first Faunii to create civilizations and fight back against the Grimm. This burst of pride accompanied puberty and the brightening of his feathers. Along with that, his parents felt it was finally time to send him off to school with whatever money they could give him.
Signal was odd, for him. He didn't expect what he saw there. A lot of kids just as odd as him, not of the same heritage or race even. Although he didn't make friends, he did find much more comfort in life knowing that people were just as odd as him. In the passion that he felt for his non-human pieces, he decided to model his weapon after that. A very stylized staff, with a historical name. And along with his weapon, he received training along with every other student. When it came to sparring, he found quickly that he wasn't built for overpowering people and tossing them around. Instead he discovered that it was best to attack with quick, lithe movements and with grace. But he would never strike someone down, even during a match.
After finding out about aura, he began to use that to aid him as well so that he could fight better using the close-combat/dust combo. Years piled up and he had graduated from Signal with what he considered flying colors. He couldn't speak for his actual transcript. After leaving Signal, he stayed home for a while to help with work. Then he applied to Beacon.
To his surprise, he was accepted.
"Is there any real reason for this?"
Aura Color: Shifts between yellows, greens, blues and purples.
"If you really paid attention to this and you didn't know me, it'd be a dead giveaway as to my true identity."
Semblance: Using his tail, Livor can shoot purple beams of concussive force that are quite strong and are able to knock an average sized man back quite a ways. However, due to the fact that his tail is typically hidden, he more often than not will form large eyeballs made of aura. They follow the color scheme of his aura and hang about in the air, able to move with a command from their controller. The beams can be combined with dust for some pretty devastating attacks, such as a flaming beam of solar death and others.
"Time for the lightning round, I guess."
Other: When he was younger, he attempted to be a vigilante hero named "The Feathered Finagler", it didn't go over well
He'd probably rather be a musician than a Hunter, but he wouldn't say that out loud
Petting his feathers does calm him and make him feel nice, never do it without permission though.
"
Have you read the rules?"
"Now I can finally die!.. what, is that not the line?"