The wind wheezed behind the teen, his movements fast and smooth as his blue and white running shoes skated lightly against the pavement. Glancing behind with ocean blue eyes, he shook his spiky brown hair out of his eyes as he focused his attention back onto his goal.
The DWMA. Right.
The boy continued to run, the streets rushing past in a blur of colour and stray litter being whipped up into a frenzy. He didn't pause for breath, though, despite the two large swords he carried on his back. His lithe body hid the true strength the meister possessed, and a scar in the shape of an X behind his left ear was proof of his experience in battle. He was a skilled fighter, although he would never admit to such a thing. After all, there was room for improvement in his skills, just as there was for everyone.
Stumbling slightly, he broke from his running, staring down at the offending object.
Ah. So I'm here already?
He pulled slightly at the long sleeves of his white shirt, straightening the blue vest he also wore. He'd decided to team this with a pair of long black pants as his 'uniform', as it was something he could both fight in and relax in. He'd mused over the choice for sometime; after all, he wanted to dress smartly but casually, but both practically and comfortably.
He stepped into the silent hallway; a quick glance at the clock that hung on the wall told him that there was a few minutes before all the students were supposed to arrive, explaining the empty school.
Continuing down the hallway towards the classroom, he wondered as to what his classmates would be like. Would they be loud, quiet, strong physically or mentally? And as for his team... Would any of them be girls?!
He shuddered slightly at the memories that threatened to arise, girls pulling at his hair and shouting taunts at the talented meister.
'Hey, Hedgehog!' The girl pushed the small boy over, sneering at him.
'Yeah, you! I'm talking to ya!' Another girl tugged violently at a strand of hair which framed his face.
'LEAVE ME ALONE!' He screamed back; why did they always hurt him? They never hurt the other boys...
'Then why won't you go back to the forest and stay there! You don't belong with us, Mama said so!' The first girl spat, kicking at him. 'You're a freak, that's why they abandoned you! Cos you're a freak who can do weird things!'
He wiped a hand across his face, catching a tear that threatened to spill over. A freak, they'd said. And as much as they hurt him, he'd still saved them from the kishin, using the only belongings he'd ever had - his twin swords.
Since then, he'd become stronger, more independent, and more determined to prove them and everyone else wrong. If being an excellent meister and defending others made him a freak, then so be it. He was proud of that, and they couldn't take that away from him.
But still... Girls?! And at the DWMA, as well. He shivered at the thought; strong and angry girls, brawling and scratching with nails like claws...
He shook himself from his thoughts again; he was the Violent Wind! He was the one who made them tremble now, in awe at the way he defended the innocent and destroyed evil!
Laughing slightly to himself, he pulled at a piece of paper on the school notice board which caught his eye. But the happiness vanished almost instantly, when he felt death's shadow was looming over him.
'I'd put that back, if I were you.' A feminine voice hissed darkly behind him.
And Joshua Tabias Hedgehog had never felt more scared in his life.
AN: And that's the intro to our second OC, Joshua Tabias Hedgehog! To you who submitted him, I hope you like this.
All the other submissions' intros are still to be posted! I'm working on them now, and hope to have them all up before I go to Alcon next Thursday.
Then, the story will really start to begin!
~LDC
