C'est plus comme ça, mon garçon, Le Boucher sourit en entendant le garçon demander du sang. "Demandez et vous recevrez, voyons ce qui se passe quand vous relâchez vraiment." Le Bucther n'avait pas beaucoup souffert des attaques du garçon, quelques égratignures de gravité variable, mais rien qui serait un obstacle pour lui. Il a levé sa lame, qu'il s'est déplacée dans sa forme de canon à main pour la diriger vers l'une des maisons nesrby, où les gens regardaient dehors pour voir ce qui se passait.
Un coup de la gâchette, une série de noir, un cri dans la nuit, puis une scission de silence consciencieux suivie immédiatement d'un boom fort comme partie de la maison a explosé, le coin, qui a fait descendre le reste de la maison aussi. Le boucher s'est dirigé vers le gâchis, reniflant l'air avant de trouver le whag qu'il cherchait. Atteindre les décombres, il a sorti un homme qui s'accroche à peine à la vie, avec plusieurs pieux dans son corps, prenant une seconde pour s'assurer qu'il était conscient avant de le jeter aux pieds autre demi-grimm. "Il y a ton sang, prends-le et montre-moi qui tu es vraiment, sinon tu te retrouveras dans l'état très désagréable d'être mon nouveau jouet. Ce qui est drôle avec les jouets, c'est qu'ils sont toujours les plus amusants à jouer juste avant qu'ils ne se brisent."
 Soyez libre de me dire à quel point je suis nul pour avoir pris si longtemps.
Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.

Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time



He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother.