Valerie Fenix [Completed]

So, I suppose you know that the world of Remnant has many small towns scattered about the continents whose denizens choose not to dwell withing the safety of the kingdoms. I suppose that you also know that the greatest threat to the world of man is the creatures of grimm? This is all fairly common knowledge, but this knowledge leaves very little room for the ideas of human greed, barbarism, and general distaste for societal expectations. For all of the attempts at expansion that these small villages bless Remnant with, there are also those looking to capitalize on the vulnerabilities that come with these risks. Tribes upon tribes of thieves, cutthroats, and bandits live scattered about the landscape of Remnant, particularly in Anima. The fun thing about growing up with these kinds of people is that you gain some perspective of what life is really about, much as Valerie did. Life was and would be all about living. Like most faunus, Valerie grew up being despised for a characteristic that she never had any form of control over. She grew up ostracized and segregated from the "prim and proper" folk that were born without any animal parts in the kingdom of Mistral.

Instead, she found company among the low society of Anima who treated her like any other. Respectable only if one acted respectable. Her views changed when she left to live among these individuals, and her jaded views came into light. She took what she wanted from the same people that treated her and her kind like lowborn scum. They did their best to avoid violent confrontation, and were quite good at it. Despite this, Valerie felt as though they could get more from the towns they raided by taking less, but returning later. Without her tribes knowledge, she returned to a village they had raided in the past with some of what they had stolen in an effort to test this idea. What she found, however, was an empty ruin of death and despair. She knew that they hadn't taken enough to destroy the town, and they had not killed a single person there. It was soon apparent that the negative feelings brought on by their raiding had attracted grimm to each and every town they had ever passed through, and without the supplies that the raid had taken..... well, we all know how that story has always ended.

Valerie couldn't stand it, This was their fault, this was her fault. She couldn't bear that weight, the weight of an unspeakable number of lives ended at her hands. She fled, away to Vale to leave everything behind that reminded her of her past, a concept that to this day sickens her. She swore to never harm or steal from an innocent life again, and that she would atone for the mistakes that she had made before. Using the skills in combat and rudimentary medical experience, she applied to the experimental ERT (Emergency Response Team) program, which would train exceptional individual to protect civilians in the event of disaster, war, terrorism, or any events of the unforeseen. She learned to wield her aura exceptionally, and to use her shield and sidearm. Every day she goes further and further to forgetting her cynicism, and forgiving her past. In order to complete this new training however, she lacks the necessary credentials. She couldn't go to any major academy, as their resources would make it quite easy for them to learn who exactly she "was". Instead, she learned of a smaller academy on the island of Bellmuse, and has long since resolved to complete her training there.

Valerie performed a half pull on the slide of her Browning for what was possibly the fifth time since she had gotten into the van with the rest of her team. She  rolled her shoulders and slid the gun into the holster strapped to her thigh. There had been reports of a tsunami caused by an unnatural and unknown reason. By this point, she had learned that unnatural and unknown in the same context generally meant that the creatures of grimm were involved in some way or another. Shaking any thoughts of that for now, she looked up and around at her teammates. Generally they were quiet, but one of the things that really stuck out to her was how much more "trained" they looked compared to her. Valerie had always preferred to dress a bit more civilian, but these men and women all wore combat vests and high caliber weaponry. She was also the only faunus among them, but nevertheless she was not deterred. She sighed as the van rolled along and hung her head. Whatever loneliness she felt would be eclipsed by the feeling of atoning for her past.