War. I am war.

Apollyon.

• Information

• Weapons

• Semblance

• Story/Philosophy

• Factions

• Weapons

Apollyon possesses a simple black rusted longsword called "Alba Mors". It comes with a serrated edge and is without a gun mode. The blade is adorned with engravings along the entire blade. Brown wrapping for tight grip and removable pommel. The blade weighs approximately about 1 to 1.5 kilograms.

On each of her steel gauntiets she has two sharp razor edged claws. She uses these in hand to hand combat to slash at her enemies if she's caught without Alba Mors or to throw out a quick slash and jab between swings.

• Semblance

The first time she unlocked her semblance was when her home was destroyed. Bursting into flames she mercilessly cut down every bandit that attacked her village and proved she was the alpha among those wolves. Everyone else, nothing but sheep waiting to be executed.

Her semblance allowed her to resist the attacks from her foes. Every strike she suffered, her aura lowered. Every strike, the pain became less. Every strike, what needed to be done become easier and easier. She cut through their aura like a hot knife through butter when inevitably red liquid coated her clothes and sword in a warm dark crimson she'd come to regularly familiarise herself with, as sheeps blood.

She was a raging ball of anger, enveloped in flames and blinded by emotion, she was out of control and that was the last time her semblance became so powerful. Back then she could never summon wolves to her side, not until she trained herself and her semblance at the age of 14 during which she seeked out training from bandits and criminals alike.

From then on she became much more in control of her semblance, eventually allowing her to fully control her wolves and aura fortifications later down the years into adulthood.

Her semblance, Alpha allows her the option of summoning up to four wild yet friendly alpha Beowolves. She has yet to fully gain control of these grimm clones but they will never attack her. These clones are directly linked to her aura so are susceptible to mental attacks such as Yatsuhashi's memory wipe.

Damage inflicted upon these grimm will also affect Apollyon. She uses these clones primarily to catch up with much faster foes. These grimm are also aware of allies and will not attack immediately if Apollyon considers them a ally. If not an ally, they will immediately attack.

• Story/Philosophy

Sheep. Sheep is what her villages people were. Creatures waiting for their execution. Sheep. Sheep is what the Atlas military was. Sheep that were cowards who ran once the coast was clear. Wolves. Wolves were what the bandits were. Wolves that little girl of six years of age slaughtered. She was strong, stronger than them. She was the alpha wolf who put down those rabid wolves. Wild and without true purpose. She pitied them. Seeking out the soldiers who abandoned her village, she found them.

She begged them for forgiveness. What she got in return? She was quickly silenced for causing a scene and ruining their militaries image. She was too weak, is what she thought.

The world was cruel and to be accepted she had to become stronger, what she was just wasnt enough. Homeless and starving for months she eventually resorted to crime, she to her joy became stronger through the help of criminals and bandits.

They too, were unfortunately cowards, sheep who hid in the shadows of the law. She despised this life. Living amongst these cowards, she did however find some diamonds in the rough who she came to respect and perhaps...even love.

Then Beacon fell including all off Vale, another unfortunate tragedy she's become all too familiar with. She fought her way through hordes of grimm and quite frankly she was beginning to get rather frustrated with these grimm attacks.

What the fuck happened up there at the tournament!? There were sentient androids being torn apart on TV and stressed teenagers believing they were actually capable of protecting humanity when they purposefully attacked one another!? Air fleets ramming into one another as they crashed into the city below, hordes of Grimm tearing up the city and buildings being reduced to rubble. White fang terrorizing the academy and now there was a city wide broadcast!? Then there was fucking dragon and the brightest flash of light imaginable!

Yeah, it was time to go. She had no place within this massacre. She suspected that the voice on the broadcast was really a terrorist who orchestrated this attack. What remarkable planning this must have been! Well done. She said her goodbyes to her little hideout she was raised and trained in with the help of Torchwick and Neapolitan. In fact,where were they!? She wished they let in on intelligence related to their joint business deal. Whatever that was they gave her nothing. Thank gods, she didn't much care. She had her own goals. But...she was worried for them, what happened to them.

However, she had a promise to fulfill to Athena. So as soon as she could between the ages of 16 and 22 she left for the Atlas military after saying her goodbyes. Hopefully her partners in crime survived. She couldn't find them in the rubble, so she could only hope they escaped and survived. So she finally left for Atlas.

But this was before seeking out the group of Atlas soldiers who abandoned her village and brutally shut her up on that hapless day. She showed them, exactly how weak and cowardly they really were, dragging them out onto the streets in front of everyone she brutally executed them in front of the village of Shion in which she was passing through on her way to Argus and finally Atlas.

Taking the squad leaders armour, she brought it to a blacksmith and had it repainted, added on to with stronger metals and refitted to her figure to wear another day when it fit her. A warning to not threaten the strong with the law. To her surprise that same village was later attacked by bandits and grimm, no matter they too were sheep.

They must have suffered a great deal of negativity from her actions, oh the poor things it's only a tiny drop blood~

She began to wonder who was behind these frequent bandit raids, whomever it was she had a deep respect for them for culling these worthless creatures. How she'd love to meet them, perhaps even clash swords with them to find out who was strongest between them. She'd surely investigate further, the thoughts were palpable imagining who was behind the attack on her village and had her parents killed in front of her. She'd surely enjoy another alphas company.

Crime was high, grimm were becoming more and more dangerous and Atlas was too busy trying to appeal to the people. The fellow soldiers had much fear and they too were sheep. Being the only large conglomerate of soldiers, she alone would change them.

They were destined to become her wolves and with their help, she would bring about a new age of wolves. Everywhere she looked, she saw people for who they really were. Wolves in sheeps clothing. The citizens of Mantle were pathetic really. Afterall peace was a poison. Peace could only be truly found on the battlefield.

That is, until discovering the overwhelming presence of Salem that very same day. She discovered that day just how weak she really was. This would not stall her goal however, now all she had was a new priority and the general simply was not fit for the task ahead of Atlas and Remnant.

She'd prove to them just how strong she could really be. How strong you needed to be against such an overwhelming enemy. She rose to the challenge as any alpha would quickly rising through the ranks and becoming a specialist through the dire circumstances. She may have been given special privileges because of the invasion, but never once did she show her weakness throughout.

The general decided she deserved her rank for her cunning strategy, loyalty despite her abandonment it turned out for the best. Then her ruthlessness, pure combat ability and bravery in the face of such danger.


Here begins the future AU.


The two brother gods shone down a light in her favor the day following the attack, the general had suffered a fatal injury and elected Winter Schnee as general in his place. This, was were she'd prove she was deserving of being Remnants sole protector. Atleast...that's what she told them.

She made her case that Winter Schnee would be unfit to the general of Atlas due the injuries she sustained and having failed in securing the Winter maiden powers. Apollyon made the suggestion to bring all specialists to form a council between them and decide who would be fit to become general. They each gave their plan and what they'd each do for the people of Atlas.

Their favor was showing, they showed no support for the other kingdoms. Apollyon made her case once more and gave her promise for all of Remnant and challenged each and every one of them to a duel. She took them all down, sparing their lives and made them serve beneath her as her specialists.

This council however, was done behind Ironwoods back, the majority of the specialists agreed upon this council to decide for their own selfish gain. For her benefit, each of them all honoured the secrecy behind the decision and so.

Here, she'd turn the Atlas military into what would now be called the Blackstone Legion. Her army of wolves and she would bring about a war that could rival even the great war. She would protect her Atlesian people. Because unlike Remnant, she was strong.

For my name is Apollyon. I will reveal to you all, just who you all, really are. My wolves. For my name is...

War. I am war.

• Factions

Branwen Tribe.
[ Optional ]
[ Ages 16 - 22 ]

Atlas Military.
[ Age 22 ]

The Blackstone Legion.
[ Future AU ]
[ Ages 22 - 50 ]

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