A masked man in white found a number on the Scroll and dialed it. "Mr. Harosata? This is the White Fang. Listen, I want you and your team to come to this location alone, no backup. Otherwise, your friend will not be returned to you in one piece."

The White Fang placed the Scroll on a nearby table. "Your friend does not sound so concerned, Miss Aka Moro."

A woman with tanned skin and long hair going straight past her hands shrugged. She wore a red jacket over a black bodysuit, with sheathes strapped to her legs. Currently tied to a chair, Aka Moro gazed at the terrorist with violet eyes. "Perhaps it's because he does not see fear when looking into the white fangs of an enemy but excitement."

The White Fang huffed as he turned around and walked away. "A battle maniac? He must be over his head if he thinks he can go after even a fraction of the White Fang's numbers."

"True." Aka's voice was much close, and suddenly, the White Fang found his neck bleeding as Aka stood behind him, blood dripping from her two daggers and onto her gloves. "But some conflicts are won with only one life."

A young girl and her escort climbed up the mountain. The young girl was shivering, but not because it was colder up here. "I-I'm scared."

"What you're feeling now is the Lifegiver's presence." The guard told her. "Do not worry. It will be all over."

The guard crossed his arms over his chest and bowed his head, and the girl copied him. It was a sort of prayer in their village, though it did little to comfort her.

Each year, someone had to go to the top of the mountain to present a tribute to the "Lifegiver". She had no delusions that only one will return to the village.

And then a gust of wind blew. The next thing they knew, the escort was pinned under tons of rocks and the girl barely escaped the avalanche.

"Augh!" The man screamed as he tried to pull himself out. He looked at the girl and then at the alter that was so close. "Don't worry about me. Just do your duty."

The girl kept her arms crossed as she approached the alter, a simple slab of stone. For the sake of the village and everyone in it, she needed to give up her own life. One life for her village.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" A White Fang member ran around the warehouse they were hiding in. They were only ten of them, and now, as far as he knew, he was the only one left. "Stay back, you monster!"

Aka Moro chuckled as she lurked towards him. "Those masks, they represent the Grimm, don't they? Soulless, murderous, the bane of humanity. Tell me, is that mask merely a symbol or do you truly become the harbringers of darkness?"

A knife flew past the White Fang, and then he quickly leaned back as another knife flew over his head. He realized too late that he fell over the railing, and then he felt thing and sturdy wires around his neck-

"Great Montily Oumily!" Harosata yelped as the body hung in front of him. "Please tell me there are some people left."

Aka Moro pulled on her wires, lettting the corpse drop to the ground as her daggers retracted to her. She sheathed her daggers before jumping down to the floor level. "I...wait, no, I killed that one too. My bad."

"Not like they planned anything big. Probably just a ransom call." Harosata rubbed his head. "Kinda wonder how you and I are friends with that kind of attitude."

"And to conclude our private tour of Artura, may I present to you...the City of Beauty." A dark-skinned girl opened the door, leading Azuros into a room with windows all around. Azuros could now see how the city was beautiful, and the sight was quite different from the ground or a Dust Plane.

"Wow." Azuros looked around. "I guess the city's not boring. Hell, I'd like to be buried in this city. Of course, I won't let you kill me."

The girl's eyes widened. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Azuros chuckled. "Every since my Aura woke up, I discovered I have a Semblance of electricity or lightning. The point is, I sort of feel metal right now. You just closed the door, and you got-"

Azuros brought out his latest weapon, which he blocked a strike with his sword and then unfolded the hilt to create a naginata as the girl jumped back. "Tell me, this isn't like the film with tourists in a torture shop, is it?"

The girl looked up. "Film? You're just an easy target; alone and forgettable."

"Ouch."

"But you can die, knowing you will save many lives." The girl jumped at him again.

"What are you sayin-" Harosata blocked, but nothing hit him. The girl was gone...no, he felt the metal and jumped forward, narrowly avoiding a backstab. "What the hell? Is your Semblance teleportation?"

The girl was wise not to explain it, instead blinking out of existence. Azuros quickly raised his blade to block a strike from above, from below, and from behind. This must be how Pyrrha felt, knowing where her opponents would strike. Azuros smirked as he spun around, feeling the daggers appear behind him.

Except only daggers were behind him. "What the hell?"

Azuros spun around, but by that time, the girl swung her hand across his face, her fingers searing with Fire Dust.

"Heh, those were the good ol' days." Harosata and Aka Moro walked down the street. He looked at the windows, various mannequins staring back. Normally, clothes did not interest him, but a red dress caught his eye. "Hey, Aka. There's a dance at Beacon this Sunday, so I was wondering..."

"Sounds interesting." Aka Moro mused. "Have you found a date yet."

"I, uh..." Harosata snapped his fingers. "Well, the thing is, I kinda figured that you and I..."

Aka Moro blinked. "I...see. Are you sure you want to go out with me? I mean, I did try to kill you before."

"Ah, don't worry. I trust you now, don't I?" Harosata laughed. "...You are leaving your daggers in your locker, right?"

Aka Moro chuckled.

The girl stopped in her tracks. The guard stared at her. "No time for hesitation."

The girl nods and steps onto the alter. She kneels and crosses her arms. "Lifegiver, your humble servant offers herself. Just as you give the breath of life, so too shall your servant extend your life and become the forest of your kingdom. I am not worthy to live in fear and darkness. Livegiver, your meager meal awaits."

She opened her eyes. "But let this servant grow, and I shall give you more..."

"Aka! What are you doing?"

"One life, one meal...and you readily spare our village. Spare this life...and I shall prepare a feast in my place."

The guard continued to struggle. "Don't be a fool! What if the Lifegiver takes offense!"

"Then I shall bear my sins." Aka closed her eyes. She felt a gust, and her escort was silent. It seems that she was no longer a priest to the creature but a priest for her god.

Profile:

Name: Aka Moro

Weapons:
Dire Fangs- Ritual daggers slightly shorter than her forearms. They appear to have the design of some sort of Grimm on them.
Dust Delver Fighting Style- This style trains by fortifying one's hands against the elements. In other words, Aka Moro would dip her hand into Dust and activate it. This training was also used as a form of punishment before she mastered it.

Other Tools:
Razor Wires- Thin steel wires. She can attach them to Dire Fangs or use them as is.
Medicine Bag- A collection of remedies from her home. She is able to create them with the materials in Vytal, though they are made of questionable materials.
Mark of the Lifegiver- A tattoo on her back that marks her as a priest of the Lifegiver. It is rumored to bless the mark with endurance and agility.

Semblance: Blink. Aka Moro is able to "jump" a feet or two. She can only do this with herself plus whatever she is touching.

Personality: Aka Moro grew up in a village that sacrificed their own to the Grimm, so she does treat the Grimm with respect even as she fights them. Recently, she had learned that life was precious and worth fighting for, though years of killing and duty is hard to get rid of. She remains calm and level-headed, though to some people and especially in the dark, she can be mistaken for scary. Since most people she meet die anyway, some of her more...interesting habits are displayed.

Hobbies: Studying Grimm, Tactical Games, Gymnastics, Training

Favorite Things: Animals, Blood

Important Events:
Age 3- Mother was sacrificed. Had lived knowing she would be sacrificed next.
Age 8- Aka Moro was to be sacrificed. Instead, she bargain to be a true servant. She begins to kill visitors and eventually travels for more prey.
Age 14- She fought Harosata. Harosata had spared her, and in return, she traveled with him for a while.
Age 16- Aka Moro returns to her village and chooses to sacrifice herself for atonement. Harosata followed her.
Age 17- Team ASHB is formed. ASHB moving to Beacon.

Aka Moro wandered around, familiarizing herself with the school. It was then that she saw a bunny girl sitting on a bench. "Is something wrong?"

"Ah, no." Velvet shook her head. "I-I just...I was thinking about the dance, but I'm not sure if people want to dance with a Faunus, and then Cardin..."

Aka Moro hugged the girl from behind. "In this world of darkness, it is not wrong to look for a ray of hope. But instead of hoping that those who bask in the light make room for you, look for friends willing to hold your hands and walk with you in the dark."

Velvet thought about it. "I guess...Yeah, I guess I shouldn't bow down to Cardin as long as I have my team to back me up. Thanks...Wh-what are you doing?"

"Ivnt nibblie arh shign oof afvecsion?" Aka mumbled, her mouth full of rabbit ear. "Ah whanft wo bpe ur frreen."

"...Coco! I need an adult!"