Chai Latte

Race: Human

Age: 19

Height: 5'8

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Ethnicity: Black


If you're expecting some fairy tale involving a great hero who saves the day with one arm tied behind his back, then you're gonna be very disappointed. There's really nothing special about me. I'm just some bareknuckle fighter from outside the kingdoms who got lucky. To be honest, I doubt that anyone would even care to know how I ended up in this Monty forsaken school.

Wait… you actually want to know what happened? Seriously? Well… ok then. But we're gonna have to back up a little bit.

A few months ago it was business as usual. All I had to do was fight, win, collect y money, and find some shelter for the night.

After collecting my winnings, I left to go find somewhere to stay for the night, otherwise I'd have to sleep in the park again and after that crazy ass corgi ran off with my sandwich the other day, I wasn't going to risk it.

As I left the factory, I sensed that I was being watched. I pretended not to notice to avoid alarming whoever was creeping on me. The way I see it, letting them know that you're aware might alarm them and end up with you being in a much more intense situation. I figured they were after the money I just won. Why else would someone be following a bareknuckle fighter who just got a payday in the middle of the night?

As the person got closer, I noticed that something was off. There was an absence of malice. Whoever was watching wasn't looking to fight. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't curious so I stopped walking and turned to face whoever was approaching me.

Needless to say, I was pretty damn confused to see a tall blonde woman with a riding crop staring a hole through me. I couldn't help but think 'This can be very good, or very bad.'

"Can I help you?" I said while hiding my trepidation.

"No, however I believe I can help you."

My confusion only grew and intensified.

"Excuse me?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Glynda Goodwitch."

I knew that name.

"Nice to meet you. I'm gonna assume that you already know my name since you followed me out here. So exactly what are you offering?"

"Have you ever of Beacon Academy?"

"Of course I have, it's pretty hard to not know with the Vytal Festival being in a few weeks."

"Good. So how long do you intend on living like this?"

"…"

"I figured as much. I am an instructor at Beacon Academy, and I am here to offer you a chance to get a proper life."

"…"

"My colleagues and I have heard about you and have been analyzing you for some time now. We would like you to attend Beacon Academy and train to be a huntsman. You will have a full scholarship and at the very least have somewhere to stay at night."

I couldn't believe what she just said.

"W-with all due respect, is this a joke or something? You just want some lowly bareknuckle fighter to attend your school for heroes?"

"I've seen you fight and you are no brute without brain. Some people are born with a natural gift to fight, and you have that gift."

"What's so special about the way I fight?"

"You are young, yet you fight like a seasoned veteran. Everything from your instinct to your stance says that you a natural born fighter, but we, at Beacon, can help you become more than that. All you have to do is trust us. So what will your answer be?"

"I…"