Thread:KuraiJack/@comment-25363089-20140914232207/@comment-25363089-20141124201107

Okay but its in first person so.Stupid Camera Stay on the tripod! Grrr(On the screen a boy with wolf ears can be seen messing with a camera and finaly stops and has it sitting on its tripod)Is it on?The red light is blinking yes so right uhhh right.(Sits down in a chair and rubs eyes as if tired)Where to begin uhh I guess with my name so.

My Name is Nickelae Schwarz and I have done some things, things I am not very proud of. But I did I what I had to do in order to survive. If I could I would take back all the things back and maybe....she would still be still be uhhh anyways! I was born into a middle class family that lived up in the mountains of Vale, covered by the thick trees and snow that fell there daily.

I guess this is the part where I explain where my parents met, so here I go. My parents met at a local Faunus protest durning the orignal White Fang's reign, before they became the corrupt group we all know today. Both of my parents had kids before me, though that's not really important. They dated for a while, eventually got married and finally had me. I don't remember my life as a baby but by age 5 my father started taking me out of the house and into the woods. We would walk for what seems like days to me now but when we got to the location my dad pick out. We would sit down and my dad would read to me about the different places of Remnant. I would ask him question after question on things, about Hunters, the Grimm, and I would just listen to him talk.When we get home my dad would put me through some basic sword techanics mainly breathing exersice and so we did this stuff for a while and we would also go through the steps of swordsman ship mainly the art of bashido and my father's family sword techinc called the Oni taiji or demon slayer style of swordsman ship its fast pace sword skill that my dad called the sword that splits one soul.This is due to the legend of it if its creator my great(7X)grand dad who was said to learn it from a grimm.How ever I wasn't one to believe it but at that age.I did and I trained my butt of night and day on that swordsman skill.Me my dad would do leg strengthing exersices and musucle controle training.We did this stuff no matter where we were at even when we moved due to my family nomatic life style.We only stay in places for a few years.

By age 8, we moved to a village deeper within the mountain's forest. It was difficult trying to adapt, but I never wined about any of it; I was happy, made some new friends, and we would all play and hang out together whenever possible. These were some of the greatest memories I had in my life, but I wasn't aware they would be coming to an end pretty soon.

A couple of years later when I was 11, a few other boys and I awoke in a middle of a field on one night. I was still new to the village, so I had no clue what was going on. I did have a bad feeling about what was about to happen though, and from the fear in everyone else's faces they did too. Soon afterwards, a couple of older teenagers, around 19, appeared from behind the nearby trees, each wearing a mask. They handed us each a knife and told us to run for our lives if we wanted to live. So we did, and once we started running, we were hunted down like animals.

Some of us fell into traps the teenagers set up and never came out. Others had taken a few wrong turns and ended up in the mouths of some neighboring Grimm. Soon it was just me and two other kids that were left; We had taken refuge inside nearby cave to catch our breaths. Before we knew it, a few of the older kids there had to have been 3 of them had slowly entered the cave following after us the rest were looking for the other kids. My heart was racing and I....I.....I....I...killed them. It was like watching a horror movie through the eyes of a murderer, and I watch as I saw my hands grip the necks of our killers and I watch as I hunted them down. I could see the fear in their eyes behind their tribal masks their masks looked like the ones you wear for a Japanesese festival or something.I wanted to stop yet i couldn't rather I didn't want to.I wanted to watch the light in their eyes fade and you know what.I could hear myself my own voice "Laugh". I laughed at them as I killed with their own weapons they gave us.

I then woke hours later after blacking out. I was founded by my parents and other villagers. What they saw was me and two other boys in a cave covered in blood. They never did find the bodys of the boys but. I think they knew what happen. I mean the elders looked at me as if. I was different from then on. But I never paid them any mind and I did my best to be a good boy.I later found out it was a tradition to have the boys of the village taken out into the woods to see their skills and to see who has grown into a man by having them leave a mark on one of the older boys. When I turned 14 I was ready for schooling so my parents moved back to the city of Vale to enroll me into Signal Academy and from their its kind plain and simple. I trained and studied hard, kept up my good behavior, yet something Inside me was scratching at the back of head wanting out again.