Prologue: I Regret Nothing! NOTHING!
Philip has a dream; an ambition. And that is to become a Huntsman.
[*D#$%, th!s SUCKS!*]
[~I couldn't agree more-~]
Huntsmen are defenders. Their sole purpose is to live and die in order to protect the lifestyle they've become so accustomed to.
Huntsmen are widely regarded as the world's greatest warriors. While they are skilled in a wide variety of weaponry and hand-to-hand combat, these champions are also masters of a much greater power.
Aura.
[*We risked our lives! We risked our butts! We risked our INNOCENCE just to recover and return all that loot!*]
[~Eight to ten duffel-bags, each containing an estimate of millions of lien~]
Aura is a manifestation of the soul. It is a life force that runs on every living creature on Remnant; may they be either a meager shopkeeper or a renowned knight. However, what sets true warriors apart from all others is their ability to amplify and control their Aura.
[*And what do we get once we returned said loot to the 5-0's?! W3 get screwed, that's what!*]
[~Arrested by the police, yes…~]
Aura is primarily used as a defensive mechanism, passively coating the wielder in a protective force can protect a combatant from what would normally be a
fatal blow. However, it does not make the user invincible.
[*No reward! No glory! No thank you, no nuthin!*]
[~You mean, "not anything."~]
As they receive more and more damage, their Aura reserve will deplete. If this happens, all that's left with the fighter will be his resolve.
Fortunately, when a fight turns gruesome, a warrior can also rely on their Aura in a different manner.
Semblance.
[*And it was a ch!ck dude! A ch!ck!*]
[~Who got our 'butts kicked', so to speak…~]
Semblance... the term used to describe the projection of Aura into a more tangible form.
For some, this could be the ability to control objects with telekinesis. For others, it could mean superhuman strength.
The power associated with a wielder's Semblance is completely unique.
With enough training and focus, a user's Aura can turn them into something more than just a man.
[*It was a chick that shot us! Who shot us right AT THE FACE! What-the-hell?!*]
[~ Why it had to be the face, I wonder…~]
But this boy, Philip, is a special case; for he is the first within an eon who has managed to do the impossible.
He has awakened three Auras, and by extension; three Semblances.
[{Could the two of you please tone it down? You guys are giving me a migraine.}]
[*B-but! Sempai! A messed up Yandare shot us AT THE FACE!*]
[~And it wasn't just once too.~]
Philip rolled his eyes.
[{Come on guys… It's not like she did it on purpose or something…}]
[*SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE!*]
[~How else would you explain the well timed efficiency of drawing her gun, aiming at us, and firing without hesitation?~]
[{I don't care! What happened had happen! So can't you guys just leave it at that already!?}]
His full name is Philip Skyscraper.
Philip is an orphan, hailing from the orphanage called Saint Liezel Divinagracia's Sanctuary. There he grew up alongside many children, human and faunus alike. Thus, he created inseparable bonds on all who have come to call it home.
There, Philip and the others were homeschooled by the caretakers. They treated the caretakers as their mothers, who in turn treated them all as their own children.
Philip began his working career at a tender age of fifteen. He took up every job that was willing to hire an extra helping hand, keeping him in shape.
As he gets his pay, he immediately saves-up. He uses it later to by buy treats to all the younger ones or small humble gifts to each and every mother.
Though, the jobs he picked were never easy. Most of them were solely physical labor. Be it shipping cartridges or delivering supplies for construction, Philip took it all with little to no effort.
Of course, this was made possible thanks to his Aura… as well as his Semblances.
For as long as he can remember, Philip has had two constant companions that appeared, and never left.
Two voices whom he named; one Red, the other Blue.
Red and Blue are two very different, yet very alike entities that exist alongside his thoughts. They were there when he got in trouble, and they were there when he accomplished something. They were there… with him… through thick and thin.
Red is spiteful, semi-wild, and ecstatic.
Blue is collected, logical, and subtly-sarcastic.
Red gives him the tenacious will to keep pushing on and never back down.
Blue gives him the wit to get the things done fast and efficiently.
They are two sides of the same coin.
They appeared on the same fateful day that has changed his life.
A story that was left untold eight years ago
Philip sat idly in an investigation room. Or rather, in this case, did whatever he can to remain upright and not fall off of the chair with a slight sideways tilt.
It was not his day.
He was physically exhausted. It was as if he ran three marathons with nothing but spicy burritos and black coffee as sustenance.
He came from a fight, he's been shot at and he's been rough housed. But worst of all: He. Was. Starving.
Now don't get him wrong, Philip was by no means a syndicate or a criminal to be arrested by the police. He was just a man who works clean; doing his best to help support his home.
As to why he was arrested?Well, all he could think of is that the authorities mistook him for someone else… someone who was really on their bad side… someone who was to be marked as a 'shoot-on-sight' target.
*click* *creek*
Philip strained to regain control over his senses and glanced towards the door. The lock gave way and in came two people.
One was a man with gray hair. However, judging his appearance, he was by no means an old man.
The other was a blonde woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. A monitor of sorts was being held in her hands.
Strange… they look familiar…
It was as if Philiphas seen them somewhere before…
[~Hey, don't those two people over there seem familiar?~]
[That's what I just said.]
[~Well, you didn't "actually" say it-~]
[*Shush! The old man and scary looking lady are talking!*]
"Philip Skyscraper, I presume?" The old man inquired, regarding him.
Philip tilted his head slightly in confirmation.
The old man took the open seat on the other side of the table. He set down a cane (which was probably his), leaving it alone. He propped up ahand under his chin.
After what felt like an eternity, the man spoke to him.
"We recently received a call from the chief of police a while ago concerning a young talented man-" the man waved his hand, signaling his companion. The blonde woman flipped the monitor screen so it was facing them. "-who was caught on video single handedly apprehending dangerous convicts on his own."
The video showed Philip walking by until he came across a group of armed men with ski-masks, some epic fighting scene that ended with him without a scratch and the ski-mask-wearing-group beaten up, bounded and gagged.
Then it showed how Philip found an armored van filled with valuable stuff. He was tossing in all of the bounded up people before driving off and completely disappearing from the video screen.
Philip blinked… opened his mouth… closed it… and blinked again…
[*…..*]
[~…..~]
[*Such expression… Much wow…Impressed, we are…*]
[~It was an "excellent" first impression...~]
[Shut up!]
"Now, you might be wondering why we are here…" Ozpin began, shifting a little on his seat.
[*Oh we weren't wondering AT ALL! We KNEW you were coming! Like how we KNEW we were going to take a bullet to the face!*]
[~Interesting… anyway, we have learned to "expect the unexpected" from that encounter…~]
[Can you guys just let it go already?!]
"I am currently looking for individuals, talented young men such as you, to join my school; Beacon Academy."
[*Holy s%# ...*]
[~This man…~]
"With the skills you possess, I think you're more than qualified to join. What do you think, Glynda?" the man glanced at the woman.
The blonde womangrunted a half-hearted response. "It's your choice, Professor Ozpin."
With that, the man stood up from his seat and leaned over the table. He held his arm out, addressing Philip once more. "So, Philip Skyscraper, how would you like to become a Huntsman?"
[*AAAAAWWWWW YISSSSS*]
[~I do not see the consequences of accepting such generous offer~]
[{I couldn't agree more}]
"I would be happy to, Professor!" Philip exclaimed with a large grin, firmly shaking Ozpin's hand.
-End of Prologue
