Hi! It's me again! Cinder Fall's one of my favorite characters and I really wondered what made Cinder the way she is now. So this is sort of what I think her backstory would be. Have fun reading, and please review!
They told me that if I wanted to be powerful, if I wanted to be strong, it would never happen. But look where I am now. The Fall Maiden, and old Ozpin's dead. Inadvertently, he was the one who put me in the position to meet Salem.
Back when I attended Beacon, I was part of a team called CNDR. Cinder Fall, Nacre Pearl, Diamond Schnee, and Rose Aureate. All girls, so very innocent back then. I was the leader of our team in name, but we all really accepted Rose as our leader. Kind, caring, lovely, she was the epitome of a great leader. I was slightly miffed, of course, that they chose her, but I got over it.
We fought our way through the hordes of other teams all leagues better trained and equipped, quickly learning that Diamond should be reserved for last, Rose was a superb defense, Nacre could take out almost anyone with her Semblance, the power to control the four elements: water, fire, earth, air, and I excelled at offense. Slowly learning and bonding over our mistakes, failures, and successes. Who knows, maybe I would have become a Huntress if not for James Ironwood.
He always was a sore loser. When we defeated his team, JSPR, in the Vytal Festival, it was a victory hard-won. His pistols did a number on Diamond and Nacre had to retreat to the tree biome.
JSPR, his team, composed of himself, Scarlett Sangre, Penelope Blanc, and Rian Soleil, came in second. We came in first, and they never let us forget it. One day in Professor Port's class I had fallen asleep. His droning voice combined with the fact I had gotten little sleep last night writing an essay for boring Oobleck made it easy.
Ironwood threw a wadded up ball of paper at my head, causing me to shoot up. My shoulder-length midnight black waves wobble on my shoulders as Port turns around and with annoyance clear in his voice asks, "Yes, Ms. Fall?" JSPR snickers as red with embarrassment, I lower my hand.
Inside, I'm seething with anger at that idiot Ironwood. I will get my revenge on you one day….if it's the last thing I ever do. I'll destroy everything you build, sabotage your plans. Damn your soul to the fires of Hell.