Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka
À la mention des reliques, Vlad a vérifié dans le pectoral de son armure pour s'assurer que le sien était toujours en sécurité là, et pas en morceaux ou quoi que ce soit de son torse étant tenu par une griffe géante; une fois qu'il avait confirmé qu'il était présent et intact, il a levé sa main maintenant libre sur le côté de la branche le plus proche du tronc, a pris possession, puis a pris sa main prudemment hors de souffle. Il ne s'est pas rétracté autour de la branche comme il aurait pu l'espérer, et il s'est donc hissé sur le dessus de la branche.
"Depuis que nous nous présentons," il a appelé à peu près dans la direction des deux autres dans son voisinage, voulant quelque chose à faire pendant qu'il a commencé à travailler sur le processus ardu de désenrouler le grappin de la branche, "Je suis Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka, s-"
Ce qu'il aurait dit a été coupé comme, brusquement, le sol a commencé à trembler comme si un tremblement de terre l'avait frappé. S'arrêtant un moment, Vlad commença à sourire à nouveau, s'emparant de la branche avec ses genoux et continuant à détendre l'arme comme il continuait «... et cela semble être un bon moment d'attente pour arriver. Ou mauvais, selon votre point de vue." Peu de temps après, il réussit à libérer le souffle, le renaissant rapidement et l'étouffant; puis, à double contrôle pour s'assurer que la chute n'était pas trop importante, il sauta de la branche, atterrit dans un rouleau pour minimiser la force d'impact, et se levant juste en dessous où Rood et ce Chen Jet étaient tous les deux suspendus en plein air.
"Allez, alors! Nous n'avons pas toute la journée », a-t-il crié aux deux. Au moins l'un d'entre eux exigeait encore l'un de ces comprimés, et Vlad lui-même démangeait de découvrir ce qui avait causé cette vibration, Jamais ou autrement.
Name: Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE

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Height: 195cm/6.4"
Weight: 110kg/242.5lbs, much of which is muscle
Clothing Style: Vladimir generally wears a tight black bodysuit to show off his musculature to others, over which he wears clothing based on whether he knows he is to fight that day: an incomplete suit of plate armour if he is, a red leather longcoat if he isn't, or both if he wants to appear stylish. He's also inexplicably fond of white gloves.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red
COMBAT
Weapon: Maw and Breath - Vladimir's weapons of choice consist of a large cruciform longsword and an oversized, almost handcannon-esque pistol, as pictured above. Whilst not necessarily fancy-looking by most weapon standards at first, both possess the capacity to open up into wicked multi-toothed constructs that are quite capable of restraining even a trained Hunter or Huntress in the manner of a multi-dimensional beartrap, and are barbed such that anyone who attempts to struggle free will likely suffer a lot of injury for their efforts. Furthermore, Breath's construct has the (optional) capacity to be launched with some force by firing the weapon whilst it is deployed, letting it restrain a foe from a great distance, and even remains connected to the handle of the gun by a thick metal wire to drag the victim back toward Vladimir for a closer-ranged pummelling.
Semblance: Blood of the Dragon - This is a secret, for now.
Dust: Dust is utilised by Vladimir, generally as part of his weapon's ammunition; his preference is shells loaded with Fire or Lava Dust, but if he knows he'll be facing an opponent with a particular association, he'll likely pick out ammo elements to counter the opponent's preferences, e.g. Water and/or Ice to negate Fire.
Skills:
 Physically powerful
 Well-rounded
 Brutal combat style
 Savvy
 Calculating

PERSONALIZED
Personality:
 Manipulative
 Domineering
 Arrogant
 Intellectual
 Pragmatic

Skills:
 Intelligent
 Athletic
 Able street fighter
 Charismatic
 Knowledgable

Background: Vladimir was born into a moderately aristocratic Atlesean family which had recently fallen on hard times. His father, also called Vladimir, was a member of a group called the Knights of the Dragon - giving him his honorary surname "Drakk" or Dragon, and his son the surname of "Drakka" or Dragonson, in addition to the family surname of Plasimov - that had been quite famous in the nation of Mantle before it ceased to exist, but which had since declined to the point of near-dissolution. This state of affairs had not sat well with Drakk, or his high lifestyle and funds, and he thus began abusing his wife both physically and mentally, until finally overdoing it and accidentally putting her in hospital for long enough that questions were asked about him. This ultimately triggered Drakka's removal from Drakk's overbearing mannerisms, though these had already left in the twelve-year-old the beginnings of his own rather cruel, if highly intellectual personality; as a final request, Vladimir's father asked the authorities that, rather than being put into foster care, he be sent to live with some close family friends, the Morgensterns.
Unlike the Plasimov family, the Morgenstern family had done very well for themselves in spite of their own allegiance with the Knights of the Dragon. Seeing what his father had declined to, and comparing his own possible future to that if he didn't make his moves quickly, Vladimir made it a personal goal of his to usurp the biological heir to the Morgenstern's fortune, and thus to surpass his own father in every way he could. He started to sidle himself into the family patriarch Valentine's good graces as quickly as possible, whilst simultaneously engaging in psychological warfare against his step-brother Jonathan to throw him off and have him lose face at times when it would matter. He might have succeeded, too, if not for two significant factors: Valentine was a lot more perceptive than Vladimir gave him credit for, often figuring out the truth of Vlad's manipulations with little obvious effort; and, more importantly, Jonathan was not as much of a doormat as he first appeared. Despite Vladimir's best efforts to avoid direct conflict, the two teens came to blows far more often than he'd like, and these fights quickly drew out both of their innate potentials. Deciding that he would rather they make use of their developing Auras against the Grimm than against each other, Valentine enrolled both children at one of Atlas' private combat schools, in preparation for them to eventually enroll in the famed Atlas Academy itself.
This to some extent quelled their battles for the time being, since illegal combat was far more harshly punished by the school than by their father, but Vladimir nevertheless continued to bully Jonathan at any opportunity he got, leading to little good blood between them. This unstable peace ended after Vlad finally unlocked his Semblance - something which he suspected might be inherited, but which he decided to grant an appropriate name anyway: Blood of the Dragon. He spent the final year or so of his education at the school training his Semblance and figuring out what it could do with little intimidation toward Jonathan; then, on the very last day of school, he made a point of beating his stepbrother to a pulp with his bare hands in public, getting himself arrested and his brother hospitalised and in a coma. Shortly afterward, he was put before his stepfather, who had already decided that Vlad had gone too far this time. In no uncertain terms, Valentine told the astounded boy that he had arranged to send him to Beacon Academy in Vale as a transfer student, stating his belief that the education there was less thorough than in Atlas, but that that was exactly what Vlad deserved for what he'd done, and that maybe the more liberal setting would teach him some damn humility. Not long after, Vladimir was sent off to Beacon, having already vowed to become the academy's top student and show both Valentine and Jonathan what he was truly capable of, or else die trying, for nothing less than this would satisfy his ego.
tl;dr Background:
 Vlad was born into a previously-rich family that had fallen on hard times;
 His father became abusive and beat Vlad's mother unconscious, Vlad was taken away by authorities, but his father requested he be left with family friends;
 Vlad came into the family, which consisted of a father and son, and had done far better than Vlad's family, so he vowed to inherit that family's wealth even over his stepbrother via trickery and psychological warfare;
 It turns out the stepfather was smarter, and the son less wimpy, than credit had been given, and Vlad and his stepbrother fought often enough that it became a problem;
 The stepfather put them both into a private training school to make better use of their aura than it currently had, and their fighting was mostly quelled by stricter punishments;
 Vlad eventually unlocked his semblance, Blood of the Dragon, which he studied for a bit, then used to beat his stepbrother into a coma at the end of their time at the school;
 As punishment, his stepfather had him sent to Beacon Academy rather than Atlas Academy, with Vlad vowing to become Beacon's top student in response to this injustice.

Character Theme: Evidently, this guy is based on Vlad II "Țepeș" Dracula, or rather the vampire count who spawned from his acts and inherits his name. However, a lot of inspiration for Vladimir's character, his backstory in particular, comes from Dio Brando of JJBA fame, which I feel isn't too unsuitable given that the real Dracula was called "The Impaler" for a very good reason. That said, his appearance is derived from that of Alucard of Hellsing fame, and there's also a reference to The Domination of Draka in there, to make the name less of a straight theft from real life, and which still fits given the heavy dragon theming in his character.
Other: Jaune is my fukken bae, and nobody can tell me otherwise.