#gray kincaid

[selkiestars]

“Come on, Thi,” Gray whispered desperately as he held out his hand. Thiago stared at it sadly. “Thiago, please,” Gray begged as his voice broke. “If you ever loved me, Thi, please come with us,” he pleaded. “Get out of here, Gray, before it blows us both to Hell,” Thiago responded in a flat voice as he turned and walked calmly out of the dining car after Shawn. Gray’s hand dropped lifelessly to his side and Nikolaus pushed Marissa to the doorway.

The Archer - Abigail Roux

[selkiestars]

[thelambandtheraven]

Just a Simple Pile of Pillows [Closed RP with ponyandlioness]

It was a lazy day for the whole team. A powerful storm had blown in canceling most classes for the day excepting for those upper class-man who were working on final thesis. ARGT remained indoors, in their room unless they had to head out for food...

For now, though, they were settled enough that it didn't matter at least for the time being.

Abigail was reading contentedly on her bead, surrounded by pillows, Gray was on the other side of the room doing something similar, both of them doing their best to ignore the bickering duo in the middle of the room.

Frustratedly, Robbe paced the room, growing more and more irritated at the darker skinned female before finally, he snatched up a nearby pillow and chucked it at the irritating girl. "Just SHUT UP!"

However, Tawny was not a girl fresh out of learning to walk, so she ducked and moved to the side, laughing at Robbe and blinking in confusion as both of the boys were frozen in what looked like shock. Turning her head slowly showed her why.

The pillow had landed squarely against Abigail's face, her hands spread to the sides in shock, book knocked askew. Slowly, the pillow falling down on to her lap. Eyes widened, she stared at the pillow and then everyone else, and as Tawny and Robbe erupted in apologies, she snorted.

"You...why you..." she reached to the side and grabbed a different pillow, face going grim, as she threw it at the offender. Unfortunately for her, Robbe dropped to the floor and the pillow sailed for Gray. "Oh!"

[ponyandlioness]

RWBY OC: Gray Kincaid

(art by chiicharron)

(emblem by cinder-the-witch)

Name: Gray Kincaid

Age: 17 (as of RWBY Volume 1)

Inspiration: Dapple Gray

Race and Ethnicity: Human, of Valean descent.

Occupation: Huntsman in training.

Affiliation: Member of Team ARGT, currently in his first year at Beacon Academy.

Appearance:

Tall, broad-shouldered, and solidly-built.  Gray has short black hair, light grey eyes, and tan skin.  His usual clothing in both casual situations and battle is a neutral-colored tee-shirt and a pair of worn denim pants.

Weapon: Amber Requiem (DCSG: Dust-Chambered Shield Gauntlets)

A pair of gauntlets that cover his arms up to the elbows.  They can unfold into shields for defensive use, and possess vents which allow them to absorb Dust from attacks and channel it into counterattacks.  The gauntlets can also hold a small reserve of Dust, most often wind-element Dust that Gray uses to enhance his maneuverability in battle.

Background:

Gray was born and raised in farm country in the outskirts of the Kingdom of Vale.  He spent his childhood working on the farm of his aunt, suffering abuse and mistreatment at her hands until he eventually left the farm behind.  He prefers not to talk about it, but it was the tragic death of his young cousin, Amber, which spurred him to pursue the life of a Huntsman.

Personality:

Stoic, sensitive, and reserved.  Gray is often seen as scary because of his intimidating size, quiet nature, and lack of expression.  In reality, though, he’s a sensitive, caring soul who deeply empathizes with the hurt of others and feels an urge to protect those who are suffering.  However, large crowds or strong negative emotions give him a headache and send him into solitude until he can recover.

Semblance: Soul Sense

Gray has the ability to sense the presence of any living thing with a soul, and can empathically feel whatever they feel.  The range of this sense is usually limited to about 30 meters (100 ft).  If he focuses, he can take on whatever another being is feeling, which allows him to bear the pain for an injured comrade and make it easier for them to either continue fighting or escape to get healing.

[thelambandtheraven]

A Trip Into Vale [Closed RP]

To Robbe, Beacon was a place to where he could crash at night. The learning during the day was an irritation to him but something that he was willing to put up with, though not necessarily happily.

Though...he had to admit he was learning things that he had never considered before which was kind of cool...

...still, he preferred being down here, trolling through the streets of his old haunts. The air was more...breathable down here. It was his element. He grinned, feeling the eyes of several on him though they stayed hidden for the time being.

"So..." he glanced behind him at the giant of a man following quietly following behind him. "What do you think of it down here?" he finally asked, feeling just a touch awkward.

[ponyandlioness]

OOC: Profile Pages are Online!

(( Still waiting on art commissions for character portraits, but all the other information you need to know about Gray and Tawny is online at their respective profile pages.  Enjoy!  ^__^ ))

[ponyandlioness]

Moving In

Tawny walked down the hall with purposeful steps, dragging a cart full of luggage as she searched for her new dorm room. “Number 312,” she declared triumphantly as she found it and unlocked the door with her scroll.

The rest of her team trailed behind her, fresh from their initiation – at least, as fresh as anyone could hope to be after spending hours tramping through the woods and fighting Grimm. Gray followed at the rear, a single duffel bag slung over his shoulder, occasionally glancing at the other rooms they passed. He wondering about the other students who would be living there, and how well they would get along.

Tawny walked through the door and stopped short. “Wait…this can’t be right.” She stepped back into the hall, leaving her luggage cart in the middle of the doorway, and double-checked the room number. “Hey, leader? I think we need to speak with the administration, someone’s obviously made a mistake.” She jerked a thumb toward the room and looked at Abigail with a bewildered expression. “There’s no way this is the right room. It’s way too small for all four of us!”

Gray looked down at himself, troubled. She must mean me, he thought. Maybe if I just squeeze into a corner it’ll be okay? He clutched his duffel and considered whether he could afford to get rid of anything to save more space.

[ponyandlioness]

It's like a big slumber party...right?

Gray never enjoyed being in a crowd. All the noise, the confusion, was overwhelming for a boy raised in the simple life of a farmhand. And it had only gotten worse since he gained his semblance. It was his first night at Beacon, and for some reason the teachers had chosen to have the entire first-year class sleep together in the ballroom. Gray wasn't one to complain often or loudly, so he just focused on trying to find the most secluded spot in the room. Overhearing a shouting match between a few girls, he glanced in their direction, just long enough to cause him to stumble into another student. Cringing, the tall boy stepped back and raised his hands apologetically. "Sorry..."