David Sky was a young boy. He was 16 years old and was going to attend Beacon the following school year. This was because he had started school early. He was standing at 5'6. He had black hair that was cut into a crew cut. paired with blue eyes. He had somewhat of a tan. He was wearing his combat gear which consisted of a grey combat vest that covered his chest, back, shoulders and sides. His shoulder pads were a light blue color. He had plated gloves that extended a little bit past his wrist, leaving some of his arm exposed. He had ash grey pants with light blue knee pads on that were over his grey combat boots.

His weapon was basic, and he was often made fun of for it. It was just a sword and that was it. He used it because it was his father's old sword back when his father was still a hunter. Along with his simple weapon was a physical disability. He had locked aura that impaired his ability to heal

Even so, David didn't let this stop him from purusing his dream. When he turned twelve, his dad paid for him to fuse with lightning dust, as a substitute for a semblance. He could shoot lightning out of his sword and charge his sword so it'd give charged strikes. With all the obstacles in his way, it was only natural that he went to an average combat school. Instead of a school like Signal or Sanctum, he went to Sanctuary. Despite this, he was accepted into Beacon, to the surprise of both his teachers and his parents.

David stood in the middle of an arena at his school, Sanctuary. His opponent, a large boy, at least to David, who stood at 6'2. He wore medieval like armor and wielded a war hammer. David knew that he was going to have a hard time since his weapon was so light compared to his opponent's. The match begun and his opponent charged at David. David jumped to his right as the war hammer came swinging down. It landed right next to him and some of the ground cracked and hit David.

"C'mon, David! Show us what a Beacon student is capable of!" The teacher yelled from the sidelines. David, determined to show off his strength, raised his sword and lightning began surging through it. He swung his sword, skillfully, and connected three charged blows. His opponent stumbled backwards and raised his war hammer. As he swung it down on David, he raised his sword in defense. The reinforced metal caused the hammer to bounce up while David got on the other side of his opponent. He slashed a couple of times in the back before his opponent swung around and attempted to punch David. David jumped back and aimed his sword at his opponent. A bolt of lightning escaped it and connected with his enemy. He stumbled back and hit the handle of his war hammer, which was still firmly in the ground. David dashed towards the student and jabbed his sword into his armor. His opponent stumbled back and fell on his butt, but David also stumbled back, as his armor was tough. David regained balance in time to narrowly avoid being crushed by a strike. David switch his sword so the blade would extend from his pinkie. He made to stab his enemy in the neck.

"I think that's enough, David." His teacher called. His opponent got up and shook David's hand.

"Good match, man." He said. David smiled. He knew his abilities, even though impaired, would carry him far in Beacon.

"David, May I have a word?" His teacher asked.

"Of course, Mr. Steelmen." David said, approaching his teacher.

"Now, David. I know you've been accepted into Beacon, and that's such an accomplishment, but you have to understand, with your disability you mustn't push yourself too hard. You must know your limitations." He said.

"What!?" David said, slightly agitated. "My limitations!? Sir, now is the time, more than ever, to push myself."

"David, you mustn't hurt yourself just trying to outdo your classmates. That's always been a problems of yours. I admire that you constantly want to improve, but you can't keep holding yourself to the same standards as others."

"I don't constantly try to outdo my classmates!" David said, defensively. "And why shouldn't I hold myself to the standards of others!? I was one of three people who got accepted into Beacon in this school! Doesn't that mean I deserve to hold myself to the standards of everyone else?"

"Everyone here, but not at Beacon." Mr. Steelmen said. David scoffed as he left. He didn't care if it seemed rude, but he wasn't going to hear it. He didn't want to hear that he shouldn't push himself because of his disability. He didn't want to hear that he shouldn't expect to be able to do the things others could do. David knew that he was just as good, if not better, than anyone at Beacon could be.