Bonny Mako
 

Bonny s'est jetée sur le mur alors que son Semblance l'informait d'une présence massive blessant la mare gloutineuse de la Retrograde. C'est quoi, cette connerie? Peut-être un rocher?
C'est pas vrai.
Bonny sentit l'étrange sifflement de plumes noires se brossant légèrement contre elle dans son ensemble Nevermore, une créature de quarante mètres de long assez grande pour ramasser et transporter des Hunters et des Huntresses adultes dans ses talons, glissa sur la goélette de Grimm, ses yeux rouges perlés qui la regardaient pitoyablement tandis que les deux d'entre eux juste évités d'être traînés avec elle.
Il mange son propre genre?! Bonny a pensé à elle-même, choqué. La lumière du soleil traversait le toit du tunnel vertical. La bouche de la créature était encore ouverte. Se casser les dents aurait été amusant, mais il n'y avait aucune argumentation que c'était le meilleur moment pour y aller s'il y en avait un.
"Tout à terre qui va à terre, lass!" Bonny a dit avec un ton urgent, en frappant la boîte de Poussière rouge des mains de Rowan et en appuyant sur la gâchette sur son canon. L'explosion qui en a résulté était... magnifique.
Imaginez chaque scène de tir dans chaque film que vous avez jamais vu, fois cent, et imaginez-le à l'intérieur d'une chose vivante, éclatant comme un ballon charnu derrière vous lorsque vous lancez une fusée hors de sa bouche et dans l'atmosphère, propulsé par la vague d'explosion, avec suffisamment de vitesse et de force pour éplucher la peau de vos os nus (si vous n'avez pas eu Aura qui est). La créature hurlait dans l'agonie des oreilles alors que sa cachette se séparait, mais le son n'a jamais atteint Bonny et Rowan alors qu'ils grimpaient de plus en plus dans le ciel, au-delà même des nuages. À ce moment-là, leurs gencives étaient comme un chien qui avait coincé sa tête par la fenêtre d'une voiture. Finalement, ils s'arrêtèrent et regardèrent la planète à des kilomètres au-dessous d'eux. Les yeux de Bonny s'élargissent.
-- Eh bien, tremblez-moi les bois, dit-elle d'une voix timide et incrédule. "On est plutôt défoncés, n'est-ce pas?"
Puis ils ont commencé à tomber.
"Oohhhhhhh merde! Oh merde, merde, merde, merde!" Elle maudite en s'emparant étroitement de Rowan. "Pousse-toi dans les écoutilles, fillette! Battez-vous dans ces satanées trappes!"
Ils sont venus en chaleur. Bien, bien trop chaud. En faisant tout ce qu'elle pouvait pour briser leur chute, Bonny a commencé à tirer aveuglément pour les ralentir, et d'essayer de revenir dans la forêt au lieu de s'écraser directement dans Beacon. Cela ne semblait pas fonctionner, du moins pas aussi vite qu'ils en avaient besoin. Alors qu'ils s'approchaient rapidement de leur LZ, elle aperçut le Retrograde, toujours vivant et battant alors que sa moitié inférieure était épluchée comme une banane. C'est là qu'elle a une idée.
"Retiens-moi bien, Rowan!" Elle a dit. "Nous allons donner à ce sale fils de pute son dernier coup dans le Locker de Davy Jones."
Après tout, il n'y avait rien de plus doux pour briser leur chute qu'un énorme morceau de viande tendre.
Grappant son canon comme un club, Bonny l'a élevé au-dessus de sa tête. Elle a clin d'œil alors qu'elle sentait ses muscles crier en signe de protestation. Pourquoi? Elle ne devrait pas s'épuiser si tôt! Quelque chose dans l'estomac de ce ver l'a épuisée Aura? Quoi qu'il en soit, elle l'a balancé aussi fort qu'elle le pouvait tout comme ils sont tombés sur la tête géante du Grimm, le frappant dans le sol avec l'élan résultant et le finissant pour de bon.
Bonny s'est étendue sur son dos quand la Poussière s'est débarrassée. Elle était couverte de Grimm goo.
Ça s'assèchera une fois que la grosse chose se sera dissoute, pensa-t-elle. Ce qui, compte tenu de sa taille, pourrait prendre un certain temps. Elle s'assit, essayant de se poser dans la flaque marécageuse de Grimm écrasé sous leurs pieds.
"Ça va, Rowan?" Elle a dit en essayant de se lever et de lui donner un coup de main. "Tout ce qu'il y a en forme de navire?"
Au lieu de cela, elle a fini par trébucher et atterrir face première dans le goo. Elle se sentait tellement fatiguée. Qu'est-ce qui lui est arrivé? Elle ne s'est jamais usée aussi vite pendant l'entraînement. Son Aura était presque épuisée.
"Tu peux m'aider, ma petite?" elle a demandé faiblement. Je pense que mes vieux os... mon vieux cartilage a pris plus de battements qu'on ne le pensait."
Puis le sol a commencé à trembler. La terre tremblait. L'esprit (et le corps) de Bonny étaient achin'. Mais qui faisait ça? Bonny gémit.
"Oh et maintenant?"
Bonny Mako
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Shark Faunus
APPEARANCE


More or less like this. See below for details on where her appearance differs from the picture.
Height: 5 ft., 11 in.
Weight: 162 lbs., slightly less now that a significant chunk of her dorsal fin has been lost
Clothing style: A blue and white striped long-sleeve shirt that's torn-up, short-cut, and somewhat revealing (though not quite as revealing as pictured above) paired with a comparatively modest blue-grey skirt. The skirt reaches down to below her knees or so in the front and drags behind her in the back, giving the illusion of a shark tail when blown by the wind or dragged behind her in the water. The fin-shaped pockets at her hips are actually fanny packs, in which to store loot. She wears a dark grey bandana with a skull and crossbones on it and old grey leather shoes that look ratty, water-logged and worn, and her idea of "accessorizing" boils down to grabbing or stealing anything remotely shiny or expensive-looking and wearing it as tacky bling. She also has an anchor tramp stamp.
Hair color: Dirty blonde
Eye color: Reddish brown
COMBAT
Weapon:
Best described as an 18th century naval revolver cannon repurposed as a jetpack, the Revenge has six revolving chambers in which to load various types of cannonballs. Each chamber is marked by color (red for fire, blue for ice etc.) and can hold a few cannonballs each before needing to be reloaded.
While this is obviously all fine and dandy, the Revenge has a hidden functionality you wouldn't guess until you've seen it in action, because you'd swear it was invented by a mad person. By taking the mounted rig normally used to carry the cannon minigun-style and slipping it over her shoulders, Bonny points the cannon at the ground, fires, and takes off like she's wearing a jetpack, dropping bombs on her enemies from the sky. This is not actual flight but rather a sort of rocket jumping, and Bonny rises and falls in a predictable parabolic arc when using it.
Additionally, the cannon can also be used as a handy bludgeon or battering ram in close quarters combat.
When Bonny repurposed her father's cannon into her own weapon, she realized the new revolver mechanism made the traditional rammer used to load cannonballs into the breach obsolete. Not wanting to get rid of such a fine piece of craftmanship, Bonny wrapped the rammer in cloth infused with fire-elememted Dust, creating a giant, reusable match. Now whenever Bonny wants to set something or someone on fire, she just strikes the rammer on the ground like a match, takes a swig of whatever's in her flask, and sprays it all over her makeshift torch, blowing fire everywhere like a carnival firespitter. She does this both because it's fun and because her cannon makes for an effective yet unwieldly melee weapon. This way, she can be quicker on the draw and avoid risking any damage to her main weapon.
Semblance:
Bonny's Semblance allows her to detect minute changes in electromagnetic fields with great sensitivity, much like a shark's ampullae of Lorenzini. She can sense muscle contractions in people and animals, which many people mistake for a psychic ability or having eyes in the back of her head. Due to this ability it is very difficult to hide from Bonny, and almost impossible to get the drop on her, as her Semblance allows her to "see" you move faster than normal eyes could process. It's also how she knows where to hit you from behind cover, and why she always greets people before they enter the room, something she likes to do just to freak people out.
Dust:
Bonny uses Dust ammunition in her cannon, launching cannonballs of various elemental types through the different chambers. Using fire Dust or explosives as a powder charge, she can also fire the cannon at the ground and use it like a jetpack to rocket jump. These cannonballs can also be tossed like bombs.
The types of elemental dust Bonny uses in her cannon are Fire, Ice, and Electricity. She also uses explosive and smoke cannonballs.
Skills:
Tracking
Aerial bombardment
Taunting
Drawing fire away from her teammates (though usually not on purpose)
PERSONALIZED
Personality:
Loud
Boisterous
Kleptomaniac
Hidden shame
Skills:
Swimming
Lockpicking
Pickpocketing
Tracking
Drinking
Cardsharking
Starting fires
Singing sea shanties by the sea shore
Background:
A shark Faunus, and also secretly the daughter of the now infamous Faunus pirate Woodrow "Woody" Thatcher. Born to Woody and a human mother, Bonny and her family lived happily as a shining example of mixed-race marriage. For about two years, after which Bonny's mother was killed during a supposed "White Fang suppression" effort while defending her husband and child, a campaign that saw Bonny's hometown destroyed, burned to the ground, and Bonny and her father imprisoned with other Faunus refugees in the internment camp "Menagerie". They made a serious mistake in underestimating the depth and fire of the aquatic Faunus' rage however, and Thatcher soon conspired to escape from Menagerie with his daughter and a small group of like-minded men in tow. It was this group of escapees that would come to form the founding members of Woody "Dust to Dust" Thatcher's less than jolly crew of pirates, a mercenary group that sailed the high seas for years freeing Faunus and pillaging from the rich. Stealing a boat from the docks of lush human city just outside the borders of Menagerie, Thatcher put what little he knew about maritime protocols to use, and set sail a new and freed man.
At first, during the early years, they just took on jobs for disenfranchised Faunus, only striking out at Remnant's oppressive governments when provoked... or when given the chance. It was these years that Bonny would come to remember as the golden ones, where she as a young girl truly felt as free and guiltless as the pirates her father read to her about in story books. But this wasn't Neverland, and she couldn't stay a kid forever.
As time went on, the jobs Thatcher's crew took on became increasingly violent, fueled by the bitterness and hatred of the oppressed Faunus and her father, who never truly got over the loss of his wife. Their pillaging became more frequent, targeting not just rich government officials, but any human towns they could find. Villages burned. People died. Innocent people. Her father cited the needs of an always growing crew, but Bonny knew better. She knew her father and the crew were striking back because they hated humans, because they couldn't forgive in their hearts the things they had done to them. And their violent acts of rebellion were only growing worse. Bonny watched as the illusion that had carefully protected her through childhood crumbled, and her father's crew became monsters to her.
Though she knew what they were doing was wrong, Bonny had tasted enough of human cruelty that she was still indecisive, unable to agree with her father but equally unable to invision a life for herself outside of the crew. Unable to forgive the hatred that was in her own heart, the hatred imparted to her by her father. That all changed the day her father began planning the siege.
It was the largest operation the crew had attempted to date, and it would see them returning to the coast where they had first escaped from Menagerie. The plan was simple. Create as much chaos and destruction as physically possible to draw attention and manpower away from the borders of Menagerie. Then, a small group of men from Thatcher's crew would infiltrate Menagerie and start a riot, breaching the walls and defenses of the prison with a flood of angry Faunus that would cascade into the city, creating even more damage and senseless violence. Then, once the chaos became self-sustaining, the crew would pull out, leaving the city and its human inhabitants to their fate.
The sheer horrificness of the plan, not to mention its size and scope, shocked Bonny out of any illusions she had that her father was not a criminal, and she began plotting mutiny. The night before the siege was scheduled to begin, Bonny smashed all the bottles of rum and spirits aboard the ship and set it ablaze, ripping the ship's ornate main cannon off the bow and swimming out to sea with it. If all went well, she'd make landfall in a few hours. More than enough time to warn the city before her father got the fire under control.
All did not go well.
Her father caught wind of her betrayal, and as she set off towards shore with the cannon in tow, her father shot at her in rage, puncturing a hole in her dorsal fin near the base that made it almost impossible for Bonny to swim carrying the giant cannon. However she persisted anyway, and disappeared into the night.
The damage to her fin proved greater than she'd imagined, and it left her unable to stabilize. Eventually she veered far off course, losing time and gaining miles until eventually she ended up on the shores of Atlas, half dead from starvation, exhaustion, and blood loss. She had just about torn her fin off trying to make it to shore with the cannon, and by the time she made it, the siege was already over. Miles and miles down the coast, the defenseless city had fallen, and Menagerie had been breached, causing the largest prison break of interned Faunus yet reported. To add insult to injury, her futile efforts cost Bonny her fin, and with it her hopes of ever swimming again.
Landlocked, out of hope and out of options, Bonny found her way out as a Huntress. Gaining an Atlas sponsorship for the combat skills she'd honed as part of a pirate crew, she fashioned herself a weapon out of her father's old cannon, eventually graduating from the preliminary combat schools and finding her way to Beacon as a transfer student, where she hoped/hopes to start a new life.
Character theme: While Bonny represents the Golden Age of Piracy as a whole, she is more specifically based loosely off of Anne Bonny, an infamous female pirate who left a life of privilege and luxury behind to sail the seven seas on a ship called Revenge, burning her father's livelihood to the ground as she left.
Other: Image Song

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