Multiple personalities.

So far, I, Ruby Rose, has five, each of which, representing an emotion.

Each of which being able to be triggered by will, or outside influence.

Their names, in order of discovery, are Heureux, Tristesse, Craintif, Fâchée and Folie.

Happy, sad, scared, angry and… the last one I shall not say as it is best explained in context.

But before I tell you exactly what happened, I must tell you how it started, how I gained each personality.

Happy:

I was one year old, learning to walk and to run, words already having come to me, when my mother and I, hear a loud knock on the door. She picked me up and raced to the door where we found my father struggling with the keys to our small home. He had been on a mission with his sister for the last five months, so we had been staying with uncle Tai and cousin Yang up until a week ago, so I had someone to play with whilst my mother had another grown up to talk to.

So, setting me back on the lounge, my mother told me to stay still until daddy was inside, and rushed off to help him with the massive brown bag he was carrying. As they walked over to where I was sitting, daddy set down the huge bag and removed the contents. They were revealed to be the world famous Mistralian chocolate chip cookies that mummy and I love so much. I was so excited, I jumped of the lounge in one huge leap and landed on mamas' back, a cookie whizzing to my hand, and with that I jumped back off and started to bob up and down happily in the air before speeding back to my seat to gnaw on my cookie.

Later I learnt that my mum and dad at first thought they were either under mental attack, drunk, dead or dreaming. I remember, or rather we remember, that as I was eating that delicious, mouth-watering, sugary… as I was eating that cookie, my shocked parents had tears in their eyes. I remember mother saying, "Oh no, please no!" and covering her mouth and sobbing.

Then papa said, "Sum, it'll be okay. She won't end up like her, look at Ruby. She is smiling and laughing. By the looks of it, her first was happy. As far as we know, Salem never had her, so have hope, they will not end up the same,"

"I hope so Qrow, whatever we do, we cannot let Ruby fall to the same darkness she did, for all of our sakes because it looks like she will turn out the same as mum did,"

"What do you mean Summer?" dad asked.

"Before being completely consumed, Salem found and gave me mum's diary. I was only a few years old at the time, but now I understand that they are exactly the same. For each of their personalities, they gain a new semblance to go with it, something that skips a generation, so I wouldn't have had it. I still wonder why, though. Why I am not the same as them,"

"It's because you are too good Sum, I don't believe I have ever seen you sad. But anyway, I think amongst the whole bobbing and cookie stealing, I saw a few steps being taken," dad said, turning to face me, "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Daddy!" I had cried, running with my speed semblance over to him and jumping on his back using my happy one, which I later discovered was gravity manipulation, and demanded, "More cookies!"

My second personality was sadness.

It was around a month after happy, mama had just finished explaining for the first of many times, who the voice in my head, who I had maturely named Heureux Rose, was and what it means if anymore voices joined her.

I was outside playing in the garden when I saw a bird hopping on one twisted leg in the corner of our garden, dragging what was left of one wing on the ground, the other being a bloody stump. Most of its feathers were missing and only its head seemed untouched. It looked as if it had just battled an Ursa major weaponless.

I had looked at it, at first excited by my new friend, but upon closer inspection, I saw the pain it was in. I had never felt sadness or pity such as this before, only happiness. I felt as if a huge amount of pressure had been put upon my chest and I couldn't breathe. That's when sadness took over. Suddenly the pressure expanded to my whole body, and I felt like simple laying down and forgetting how to breathe, but I didn't. I watched as my hands reached out to the poor bird, comfortingly patting its head and whispering, "Shh, it'll be alright now. This won't hurt a bit,"

And then my tiny little fingers, moving quickly so as to not cause the bird more pain, wrapped around its neck and broke it, killing the bird instantly. Oddly, I felt no regret as the little bird ceased so abruptly to live. But I knew that it would otherwise have only lived a short and pain filled life.

I remember that dad was there, and had called mum once he saw the bird. They had both arrived in time to see me help the bird along, and while they were horrified, they both knew that this was a kindness, and not a seed of Salems evil. Afterwards, mum had told me that it was sadness I had found today, and that one of the odd things about sadness, was that, although she was a constant source of grief, she never missed a thing, and was able to block out any emotion to do what was needed to be done. In this case, it was kill the bird. And strangely, once I did so, not only was I remorseless, but I felt happy, as if I had done something right. And that is when happy re-emerged.

We didn't discover sads' semblance until ages afterwards, once I had started at signal, but once we did, mum and dads' worry over the colour of my soul dissipated. It was proven to be white.

Next, I discovered fear.

I was around three years old when I did, and let me tell you, it was not a pleasant experience for a three year old.

One minute I was sound asleep, the next I awoke to the sight of an abandoned, run down farm house in the middle of the woods in Patch, and my cousin, though she is more of a sister so close are we that we refer to each other as such, dirty and bone-weary and on the brink of collapsing.

As she stopped and turned to find me already awake, so helping me out of the cart, we walked towards the house. But as we did, blood red eyes appeared out of the shadows surrounding us. Yet in that moment, I found myself more concerned for the bloodied state of my cousins', who I will refer to as sisters', hands. It was then that Tristesse Rose, or sadness, took over. She didn't miss a thing, noticing the placement of every Grimm around us, yet ignoring them for the sake of my or our, sister. Ripping of a piece of Yangs shirt, as I was too fond of my own to damage it, I was three, I was doing the best I could, I attempted to bandage Yangs hands, but left it to her, as she was considerably more capable at the grand old age of five.

Yet as I surveyed the area once more, Grimm increasing in numbers by the minute, I felt something new. It was a gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach, a tingling in my fingers and toes, a jolt up my spine and arms. It was my new personality, fear, who I later named Craintif Rose. Her semblance is almost always active when she is in control, it being the ability to turn anything I touch, along with myself invisible, and anything that comes within ten meters of us losing any ill will.

It was just as the Grimm closed in on our now invisible, and unbeknownst to us, safe, forms that dad and auntie Raven arrived and made short work of the Beowolves. Then, as we were still invisible, they started calling our names, walking right past us. Raven, spotting blood on the cart from Yangs hands, began to panic, her hair flying up like ruffled feathers.

The sight of this brought out Heureux and I started laughing, Yang soon joining in. the laughter must have been infectious as, catching sight of his sister and taking photographs, Qrow soon joined in followed by Raven as they carried us both back home.

It was then that I met anger, or Fâchée Rose, as I've named her.

It had started on the way home. A growing pressure in my head and chest, becoming unbearable after a few minutes when home was in sight, the track Yang had taken being the long route. By the time our parents set us down for a good talking to, it had become unbearable.

Auntie Raven started, "Yang! What were you doing out in the woods, you could have been killed!? What were you thinking? And endangering your cousin like that, I should think you knew better than that!"

"I was only looking for you mama," Yang had whimpered, "I thought you had run off or were dead when I found this old map and I followed it and, well… that's where you found us,"

"You silly girl! I leave for one day to visit an old friend visiting Patch and get the shopping done, and you nearly get yourself killed! And look at your poor hands, what am I going to do with you?" she said, shaking her head.

And it was now that the pressure burst, flooding from my fingertips in a red and black light, flowing into the soft turf around us, rose vines growing around us and lifting be a foot into the air as I spoke, shouting, "What the hell Yang! You drag me miles through the woods, get us surrounded by Grimm, all the while your hands are a bloody mess, and I'm sitting there, afraid my life was going to end at the age of three, when thankfully my fear semblance and personality awakes and turns us invisible, right before those two show up to save us! And then, I find that not only was it for no bloody good reason, but there was a five-minute short cut that you could have taken, that wouldn't have caused such negative emotion to attract the Grimm! Do you know that I am a positive Grimm magnet when I'm sad or scared?! If you had taken the five-minute route, your hands wouldn't need bloody bandages, and we would never have been attacked! And all because you forgot that your mother was at the bloody shops! What do you have to say for yourself?! Hmm?!"

Luckily the adults were too shocked by the rather imposing rose vines to notice my cursing, or else they paid no heed, having figured that if they are trapped by a three-year olds deadly rose vines that could have killed them at any minute, regardless of aura, it wasn't worth further agitating me.

"I forgot?" Yang answered meekly, or rather asked, such was her tone.

We all stood shocked still for a moment when suddenly the rose vines dissipated and I was left hanging, or rather bobbing, upside down in the air, laughing my tiny little head off with Heureux. It wasn't that bad of a day in the long run.

My last personality (so far), does not really represent an emotion as such, more of a feeling. Folie represents madness, and she is the most unstable of my personalities. You see, what I haven't explained, is that all of my emotions, including madness, are at peace with me and each other. There was once a time of war between them but it was short lived, although I am still not sure what ended or caused it, though I do have some idea.

I think that their peace, has something to do with the realisation, that we are the same person, just seen through different coloured glass. It doesn't matter who is in charge because in the end, we all get a say, and they all know, that the original me is the one who matters and needs to be in charge.

But anyway, it was around the start of signal that I met Folie Rose. Now, unlike my other personalities, she was in my mind for a while before she came out. At first I thought she was like happy, but as my first extremely stressful and tiring day wore on, whilst each of my other personalities started to… flip out somewhat, especially Tristesse and Fâchée, she seemed perfectly calm, happy even. That was, until she finally burst at the end of the day.

A few other students had already started picking on me for my cloak and being a teachers' pet, and had chased me crying into the woods, Tristesse in control, until low and behold I was once more surrounded by Grimm. I heard fear ask to take over and keep me safe when Folie spoke up, saying she would like a turn. However, as soon as she took over, a large grin split my face and I started to laugh uncontrollably and sing an old song from when I was little, as I heard a faint cracking sound in my head. I took out Crescent Rose, mark 1 at the time, and turned merrily to the Grimm. Slicing left and right, decapitating each Grimm without sustaining a single injury, yet the Grimm kept coming.

That is when Folie activated her semblance, the madness wavelength. And as she did, red and black glowing tendrils seeped from my fingers, back and eyes, into every living creature around us. It was now that daddy had shown up, sitting in a tree and watching the spectacle, unable to help. And then, the laughing really started, not only from me, but from the newly infected Grimm as well, grins as large and mad as my own across their faces, their minds now mine forever. I ordered them, before turning normal again, to leave me alone to play hopscotch until they were needed, and they followed my command.

Wandering back to the school to be picked up by mama, and tell her about Folie, when she took over again and looked up at the Qrow who had seen the whole ordeal. And then she smiled, placed a finger over her mouth, and whispered 'Shh' before turning Heureux and running off.

Mama said it was possible for me to grow more personalities, but for now I am happy with only five, discluding myself. She told me that a lady that knew my grandmother and also had the same personality disorder as me, grew to have ten. Her five first being the strongest and main personalities, and the others being lesser in strength, being born of the other emotions. She also told me, that after my grandmother died giving birth to my mum, that she took care of my mother before she was taken in by her grandfather and became a huntress. She called the woman Salem, a name I am not to repeat unless absolutely necessary, and said that after Ruby, my grandmother, died, Salem fell into a deep depression, her soul slowly corrupting and setting her on a dark path.

And so a few years ago, my mother and father started to give me extra training, in case Salem ever tries to attack those I am close to when my family isn't around. This led to late nights, early rising, and trying to figure out how to get into Beacon early.

Which is how I ended up here, in a dust store, waiting for one of Salems' underlings' underlings, Roman Torchwick to attempt to stage a robbery.

And that tapping on my shoulder must be one of Juniors' friends, still lightly bruised from their run in with my sister.

Oh well, what can you do?