Jaiden Kingsly

Jaiden's parents were not particularly well known, but who did know them typically respected them for their knowledge in engineering and technology. Both her parents were Faunus, and she lived around Faunus for most of her younger childhood. But even around her own kind she did not fit in. To her, many of the things people did were stupid or pointless, even more so when she was a child then when she became older oddly enough. Thus, she kept to herself, but she never stopped learning. She'd listen to them talk, watch their movements and signs, but more so look for those who had something interesting that she could learn from.

She also enjoyed the concept of fighting using ones mind or aura, and was convinced there had to be so many ways it could be used nobody had figured out yet. Despite this, she never truly did learn much beyond her own semblance. But what she didn't learn about aura and semblances, she did often learn about fighting or people. With as much time she spent watching from the sidelines one gets a very different point of view, about humans and Faunus.

Even before she was old enough to actually go in, she was already working on trying to get ready to make her way into Syne academy. It took work to make sure she end up trying to get in and find out she couldn't handle people or the problems she would face. But at the same time, most of it was what she enjoyed. Fighting made her happy, for whatever reason violence in general just made her want to enter the fray. Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps because instead of just fighting she was also learning. Or maybe it was just a desire to be at the top? She preferred to believe it was the second. But whichever reason it may have been, it was good enough in her opinion. If it prompted her to better herself, then it was something she wanted to keep..

Jaiden looked around at all the faces present, listening to them speak, watching their every expression and subtle gesture. Some had interesting things to say, be they about science, or fighting techniques, but most she heard were like jargon to her. Meaningless words to make others enjoy your company, or merely for them to have someone to talk to. Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing per say, and unless she was in a hurry she might not outright tell them that she found it annoying, but nevertheless she did. It was like tossing a stick at a fish and expecting it to satisfy its hunger. Despite that, she'd probably listen anyway if they talked to her. Questioning herself again as to why, and answering herself merely with, 'Just trying to avoid hurting their feelings. That's only more trouble for them and for me so it's best for everyone to avoid it for now.' The world was repetitive, and yet it was still interesting in so many other ways.