Viridian Sierra (Revamp Complete)

Being born as a child of Vacuo is a harsh beginning to any life, but it's livable. Being born with a birth defect is a harsh way to begin any life, but it's livable. Being born as a faunus is a harsh truth to accept in life, but it's livable. Viridian was not a lucky person in this regard, as he was born with all three harsh realities in mind. In Vacuo, if you can live there, then you're welcome there, but Viridian was born blind. A truth that his father didn't want to accept, and claimed that the child wasn't his, and rather that Viri's mother had had an affair to conceive him. But that is to be expected from an outlaw, one that just wants to be noticed.

A little fish, in a gigantic desert pond, so any little bit of exposure would help, because it wasn't wealth or success that he ever wanted, but notoriety. Oh, what a desire it was too. The damn man would do what he wanted when he wanted just to stir up a little trouble, especially to faunus. When you do whatever you want though, there are bound to be consequences. One of them just happened to involve a faunus mother claiming that he was the father of a faunus child.

As Viridian got older, it became more apparent that he was the son of his father, there was after all a striking resemblance, save the ears. His youth was rough, as one might expect, up until his adolescent years. Living with blindness increases the strength of ones other senses, and after 13 years, Viri's hearing had increased dramatically. Even more effective was that he was a bat faunus, his hearing was almost exact in accuracy. Growing to the point that he could eventually visualize locations of objects through sound, and as much as the stereotype bothered him, even soundwave reverberations through echolocation.

That wasn't all that Viri got as a part of his teen years though. Puberty turned him into a fiery little pissant; stubborn, some might say moreso than his old man, which was put to the test in Viridian insisting on being treated like a son by his father. The sadistic old outlaw grew tired of the boy's bothersome nature, and thought it funny to hand the boy a gun and say that he'd take him shooting.

Viri had never shot before in his entire life, so he was worried when he went out to the dunes alone with the tried and true bandit. He was directed to a horse corpse, and some vultures. He was expected to shoot the vultures to practice easy, but the real purpose was for the boy to fumble and fail with the weapon, and persuade him to leave the grizzled outlaw alone.

The thing is, the revolver was so mechanical and open. Every part made noise when it moved, metal on metal. Viri loved it and took aim at one of the vile birds, blowing its head straight off. That was when Viri started to hate it, it was so loud that Viri panicked when his ears started ringing and dropped the gun.

His father on the other hand saw something in the boy then, a crack shot. He was proud in that moment, so much so that he picked up the gun that Viri had dropped, slammed it back into his hands and forced him to keep doing it, despite Viri screaming and crying in fear. Suddenly the roles were reversed; Viridian wanted nothing to do with the man anymore, but the man regularly came back and forced Viri to learn to shoot.

In no time at all, Viri was shooting like a pro, despite his disability. And what worried him was that he began to enjoy the sound of gunshots, the pain that they caused him, anything else was the worst, but bullets leaving his revolver was one of the most beautiful things he could hear now. Viridian resented the old man, but he loved to shoot now, so it was all worth it.

Reality really started to hit as he mastered the craft as to the reason why his father wanted him to be so good at shooting, why he took so much interest at all. His father took him on a trip out into the desert again, which Viri suspected was just another shooting practice. Instead, he was surprised that his father gave him a 500 Magnum, and promised to start being a better father for the rest of his life. It meant a lot to Viridian, and made Viri think that their family had hope after all.

A short lived fantasy until his dad fired a round off and murdered a man running a caravan of two in the middle of the dunes, right in front of Viridian. His dad was planning to introduce him to the family business, as he held the head of the other wagon at gunpoint. He dragged him down and put him on the ground in front of Viri, and told him to take a shot of his own. Viridian hesitated, and his dad gave him an ultimatum, take a life today, or lose his own.

The thing is, Viridian wasn't ready to die yet, so he pulled back the hammer of the revolver and took aim at the wagon driver as he begged for his life. Viri started to slowly squeeze the trigger when he whipped the barrel of the gun into his dad's gut. Viri heard the gun leaving his dad's holster long ago, and he heard when it fell out of his hand from behind his back. As it turns out, the old man tried to draw on Viri as well in that moment, but Viri had managed to be faster.

His dad died there, collapsed in the Vacuo sands in mere moments after the shot rang out. Viri dropped his gun as well, as he sat down and wiped his face, trying to grasp how close he'd come to death in the span of a few seconds right after having so much hope for the future. The wagon driver left, and Viri just stayed there as he tried to adjust himself. A mixture of fear and adrenaline slowly working it's way out of his veins.

When he freed himself from his stupor, he stood up and walked over to his dad. That was it, a man so filled with evil that he forced a young man to bloody his clean hands. So wicked a man, that Viri decided that common decency was not to be wasted on him, and instead, he claimed the man's holster and revolver. Perfectly matching his own.

This all felt so ironic to him that it was surreal, like something out of a story he'd often heard from the old huntsmen in the slums. Men he'd looked up to in fact, and he left that for this creature, even his mother had warned him not to get involved with him back then.

Viridian didn't want to face any of them until he corrected this somehow. As he stared at the corpse of his father, he realized how much he hated men like him, and would do anything to be the exact opposite of him. That was when he made a promise. A promise to protect the world from men like this, so help him God.

So the young man left, sailing for a quiet island among the seas to pursue that goal, never going as far as to return to say goodbye.

"Alright, we're here! You want some father/son bonding time?!?" Came the growling voice of a man pushed too far, as Viri was dragged out here, and had a small revolver thrust into his palm. "You can't see it bat-boy, but that there is a gun. Use THAT, to shoot those vultures picking my old horse clean over there. Oh wait, no over there."

The grizzly bandit crushed Viri's hands around the revolver and directed him toward the vultures. Such noisy creatures, always fighting among one another over the same piece of carrion and being chased away only to flop their way back the second you turned your back.

The revolver on the other hand was quiet in it's noisiness. The individual bits affixed to one another often clicked melodiously against themselves, and he felt like he could make out damn near every groove. Viri leveled the clunky weapon toward the noisy birds and took aim at once of them using the reverberations of their constant noise to pinpoint where it was. He squeezed the trigger slowly until the gun abruptly flew from his hands and into the sand at Viridian's feet.

Viridian was suddenly clutching his ears shut over the sides of his head as they rang and rang. The constant ringing threw everything off, it was so hard to tell what was happening like this. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Viri was just chanting to himself as his heart raced in what seemed exactly like a heartattack.