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Name:  Lance Ambergris

Age: 27

Height: 5"9'

Birthplace: Sanus, on the most extreme border of Vacuo.

Weapon(s): He fights with a peculiar weapon style. He effectively carries three weapons on him. One is a transforming weapon whose standard form is that of a katana, but rather have it transform into a firearm he decide to have it shift into another melee weapon, a scythe. This is paired by a handgun, a six chambered revolver capable of firing regular rounds and dust rounds. The handgun has a vague appearance of the real world Colt Python with a 6 inch barrel. Lance never bothered to name them, figure he didn't need to since all the time and money spent calibrating and customizing them to his exact needs was good enough.

Semblance: Enhanced reflexes and perception. It's very useful for the trick shot shenanigans he loves to do with his gun, but it's also quite useful when fighting with his melee weapon.

Aura Color: Olive green

Species: Human

Description: A handsome man with sun-tanned brown skin and a contrasting yellow hair worn at a shaggy length that complements his face. Clothing wise he varies from what's appropriate but tends to be pretty casual when the weather permits it. He is a rather carefree and wanderlust bitten individual who loves to take gambles for the sake of fun and profit, but mostly fun. He's come a long way from being a punk kid, but there's still bit of roughness to him.

History:

Growing up he was always just a little trouble maker getting into mischief. Growing up in Vacuo could be tough, but it wasn't miserable either. As such he made the best of it as he wandered and got into trouble many times. When he got old enough he started looking to the rest of the world and wanted to experience it. And the best way to do that? Become a certified huntsman. Thus began his journey through Shade Academy and more misadventures. The informality of the school suited him well, although it didn't save him from being slacker punk that cared for his own interests. He wasn't terrible at school, he just didn't care that much except for certain things. It there's there where he learned to gamble and learned the first lesson of gambling, sometimes you get hand a fat loss and you need to accept it. He lost a bet and for senior year he had to complete the rest of the year and graduate wearing nothing an adoreable chicken themed pajama. One he graduated he seperated from his team and did his own thing. He never really cared for being an authority figure for the people of Vacuo. He figured if they managed to govern themselves without any strong authority they don't need what amounts to cops so long as the community is cohesive. And so he left for adventure elsewhere.

Team: Is currently working solo

Goals: To be as fickle as the wind.

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