Mile Wolf a.k.a The Big Bad Wolf
"What happens when you combine Faunus DNA and Grimm DNA? Most people would say that a monster would be created from that combination and they're right, but it's probably not the monster that they're expecting. Instead of an abomination of God you get Project Beowolf, the demon of Atlus responsible for hundreds of deaths under Ironwood's orders and is no stranger to the taste of Blood. What you get is Mile Wolf.
There was a time when Mile thought himself as an abomination of God, long before he even joined New Hope, due to a couple of birth defects caused. Dash, his twin, got the sharp teeth and acute sense of smell, and Mile got the night vision and only one wolf ear. Growing up he always stuck to the shadows to stay out of sight and out of mind, his only friends being his brothers and own shadow.
Life wasn't easy for Mile, but there were ups that overshadowed his many downs. For those few who saw uniqueness in him found the young Faunus rather charming in his own little way, something that couldn't quite be placed but would be noticeable if it went missing. However, the world always seems to find a way to try and change the unique people in order to try and make them fit in with society. After years of many different ideals, rules, and people telling him how he's supposed to be, one day he lost it and it cost him more than he would like to admit. That's when New Hope found him.
At age fourteen after being expelled from Atlas academy he joined New Hope. Back then New Hope was a place of second chances, now it's a place of opportunities but no- "
"Will you please stop narrating Dark?" Mile asked his shadow.
Mile, whilst being in a strait jacket and strapped to a gurney had been listing to Dark repeat this same narration for the past five and half hours of the trip. Dark being the kind fellow he is merely stuck out his, which reached all the way to the floor, and flipped him off, with the finger and thumb in question stretching out and contorting to form two words.
Fuck You
"Those are the two words by the way not the offer telling you to fuck off," Dark explained to avoid confusion.
Mile sighed in annoyance. To everyone with the exception of-
"*author not offer," Dark corrected.
…
To everyone with the exception of Mile, Dark was only a shadow that seemed to move of it's own free will but still staying attached to Mile; however, his voice is clearly heard as it tends to come out of Mile's mouth. Mile, however, can see Dark in his entirety. Dark looked exactly like Mile except for several color differences…
Mile l Dark
Hair Color: White l Black
Skin Color: Brown l Grey
Eye Color: Orange l Red
Clothing color scheme: Purple and Black l Just Grey
… and the fact that whenever Darks body stretches and contorts said body part or body becomes black and ink like.
"You know Mile I was enjoying Dark's little narration about you," Jac Sluve said who had long since pulled up a chair to enjoy the banter between the two, from his perspective it appeared as if a crazy man with two different colored eyes was arguing with himself.
"Well you shouldn't it's incorrect and makes people like you sympathize with me," Mile explained.
"Oh how would you know, this shit's been restarted so many times and this is the first time the author even tried to include your backstory if I was a reader I'll take my narration as fact."
Jac watched as the two continue to argue, it was a rare sight to catch Mile arguing to his other half and he quite enjoyed Dark's crazy ramblings. This was Project Beowolf, the demon of Atlas, who in the end is just a boy and his imaginary friend that's not so imaginary; it always brought a small chuckle from Jac whenever he hears the stories about Mile. But…
*Buzz Buzz*
The Room fell silent as Jac's watch alarm buzzed.
12:00 A.M
Mile and Dark smiled as Jac's smile vanished from his face. On the side of the face with the orange eye, was a smug smile; while on the side with the red eye had a big spiky sadistic smile. Dark's smile spread to the rest of Mile's face as the other eye turned red and his entire body became ink like.
… all those stories, whether or not insane, were all true.
In the matter of seconds Dark had Jac suspended in midair ,impailed by his now sword like inky arm. Jac grabbed the sharp arm attempting to remove it from his chest as blood poured out of him.
"You forgot the drug Jac," Dark said.
Staring into Dark's blood red eyes he remembered why he was in the container in the first place. All he had to do was to give them the sedatives before midnight but got caught up with there bickering.
"You know what's funny Jac? I'm the one who came up with that little narration in the beginning," a little shadow that sounded like Mile told him.
After all this Jac couldn't help but start laughing as shadows on the walls and even his own materialized into sharp ink and proceeded to stab him repeatedly. His laughter never stopped even when his hole ridden body and face hit the floor.
"You know this won't kill me guys," Jac said still chuckling as he tried and ultimately failed to stand back up.
"We know," Mile said now back in control of his body. "But it sure as hell buy's us a lot of time," he said before kicking the doors to the container wide open. "See ya," he said before walking outside to the cold fresh air.
"Good luck my friend," Jac called out to him as his body slowly began to regenerate itself.