Cayn Fortuna - The Glass Mechanic [Done]

 Cayn, like many people on this planet, lost a parent to Grimm attacks when he was little. His father had taken a weapon up even when not trained, and died in quick matter. His mother soon followed, but she succumbed to heart failure that many attribute to depression. At this age Cayn had only barely passed eight, and rather than being placed in an orphanage he was adopted by his neighbors, but at his wishes kept the last name Fortuna instead of changing it to match his new family.

Cayn was lucky to have a been friends with his now little brother, Cobal, even if his new family were Human. There were a few racial problems when he was younger, but with the support of his new family he eventually learned to ignore it. Or more often sleep through it. The early hours of of the bakery in which he lived now disagreed with the boy, and anytime someone had a quip to make at the expense of his canine features, Cayn was normally dozing off anyways.

It was about this time that the preteen took to tinkering. Taking apart small appliances and what not that he found in the bakery, and having to put them back together after a scolding. This trend continued on and still has not ended, but Cayn is now much better about reconstructing whatever he is working on before anyone even notices. This entire time he made secret plans from his family to move to Atlus and work with the most advanced technologies. However none of this would work out like his early teen dreams would.

While some Huntsmen have no clue what their semblance is until they start training, Cayn had his revealed during one of the scariest moments of his early life. Him and Cobal had been out, taking some product to an old friend when they were beset by Grimm. Cobal had been the prepared one at that time, having brought a weapon. Cayn's brother was not trained, and the Grimm quickly injured him. He would always attribute it to fear and adrenaline, but Cayn summoned wall upon wall of glass until he learned he could control it and used the broken shards to skewer the monster until it dissipated into the red flakes. Cobal lost the use of one of his legs from the event, confined to a wheel chair from that moment on.

Even with the reveal of Cayn's semblance, he still did not wish to become a fighter. It was at the pushing of Cobal that he began training to combat the hoards of Grimm, eventually taking some liking to the fact that he can protect people if needed. However he was still reluctant to raise a blade, and his original plans to leave for Atlus seemed like the best option. Until he heard the announcement that Syne Academy would be opening. The Wolf Faunus waited a couple years until he was comfortable leaving the bakery, and his less stressful lifestyle, and is now a new student to become a Huntsman.

Cayn groaned as he stretched his arms skywards and his shoulders popped. He looked at the time on the scroll. Four a.m. already, and he had barely finished what he was working on. Nuts, bolts, and solder littered his desk, all the papers that had been there when he started having been tossed unceremoniously upon his bed. The centerpiece to all of this was a sword, unassuming in nature.

Alright, should be done. Cayn thought as he gingerly lifted the weapon. The tinkerer turned to face the door to his dorm, and pointed the sword at it in confidence. A small trigger had been hidden in the wiry guard, and with a squeeze of the and a small forward thrust it shifted forms to a bladed whip, the point embedded into the wooden frame now. Another squeeze of the trigger reverted it back into the first shape with a satisfying click. "Spring system seems to be corrected, tightened and modified to withstand an impact better." Cayn spoke aloud, but there was nobody else in the room to hear him.

That one was finished and tested, so back into its sheath it went. Cayn turned back to his desk and lifted another object off the floor. This time it was a pendant that was supposed to switch back and forth into a shield, but had gotten stuck halfway between each. As it was the last item he had been given, and a fairly simple one, the tinkerer thought that this might be the earliest he's gone to sleep in a while. And it would end up being so, his head finally resting on the wooden desk just before the sun broke over the horizon.