EPISODE ONE: DODGING A GOLDEN BULLET
Let's fill you in on everything. My name is Pirus Guhl, the last child of the Guhl family. My parents are no longer with me, taken away by an assassination attempt on all of us. My mother and father were vaporized by a timed dust mine, with my only injury being a jagged scar across my back, made by a hot chunk of glass. Before they could be buried, I contacted General James Ironwood to proclaim me dead. Thus, I took up the name of Remus Enayew and even forged a family tree. At this point, I entered a covert-ops team in the Atlesian army, led by Winter Schnee. It was sheer bad luck that on my first mission, I was captured by the White Fang. They tortured me, interrogated me, and experimented on me. The head was a red-haired young man, who was called "Adam" by his associates. After six months, I was released into civilization. I quit the army and went into hiding. It was a cold winter night as I donned a specialized suit of armor, and took up the mantle of "The Atlesian Knight". Crime rates went down in Atlas after my first appearances, only to spike months later. It seemed to be one man with the same crime. Murder. He took the name "Jester", a lunatic with a flair for the theatrical. After another set of crimes, he snuck into my base with…information. The people he killed were corrupt, killers, and cheaters. Not only had that, but the experiments done on me, created him. He was inside of me, a whole separate consciousness that could grab control of my body. It took months to accept it, all the while him assuring me he wanted the same goal I had been trying to achieve my whole life, vengeance for the assassination of my parents. He convinced me to apply to Beacon and that is where we are currently.
I stood in front of the mirror, picking glass from my shoulder. I had smashed through a window the night before, stopping another White Fang robbery. But while I can stop a few a night, there were too many attacks for me to keep up. After wrapping my wounds in gauze tape, I looked at my reflection. My turquoise eyes stared back at me, albeit with bags under them. My brown hair was messy, as always, as was that patch of turquoise above my right eye. Behind me, I heard a hoarse voice say, "You certainly look worse for wear." Standing there was my ever-present pain in my side. The face was always jarring when you look at it. He had my face, but with starch-white skin and a cruel smile stretching his facial muscles beyond human capacity. His clothes matched mine, like always.
"Today's the day, kiddo! Are you exited to meet some new friends? Maybe find a lovely girl, and break her heart?" I sighed and started to pack. "You know that's not going to happen, J. Even my contact with my team will have to be limited. I would suggest giving up now." I turned to see he was gone, and grabbed my things.
The sun shone brightly in the sky as my eyes adjusted to the light. I hoisted up my luggage and ran to the pickup point. Today was the first day at Beacon Academy, and I needed to check the surrounding areas for a temporary base. As I suspected, I was right on time, and entered the transport ship. I placed my bags down, and plugged earbuds into my scroll. After about fifteen minutes, the ship lurched to its side and an elbow rammed into my gut. "Oh, what the hell!?" I stood up to face the person whom I assumed attacked me. She had long golden hair, purple eyes, and a gauntlet pointed directly at my face. It was so close I could feel the heat of what I assumed was fire dust. I said, "Shotgun, fire dust slug rounds, activated on kinetic energy." She put down her arm, and walked away, leaving me grateful I still had my head.