~Whether it damns you to Hell or sends you to Heaven, Cast Your lot and charge forward fearlessly to that end~

The White Fang members walked around their weapons held loosely or even holstered. They were in one of the smallest towns of the Vale kingdom and really saw no reason to be on their guard. Of course if any ranking officer beside their Sergeant came around they would tighten the act up, but besides there really was no point in their eyes. Nothing but the small town and the shipping docks they were patrolling, the water splashing up against the support beams making a calming noise.

Behind one of the crates a figure silently and swiftly moved out into the open area and across it. Despite his thick boots and white coat none of the guards seemed to notice, partly due to the figures own stealthy efforts and the general lackadaisical effort the guards were putting in. Then again he had been waiting for this moment, allowing them several days to settle into the the relative slow town and fall into a lull. He paused a moment crouching on one knee as he heard the two White Fang guards pass by chatting idly, before taking off in a dead sprint. He silently covered the remaining distance to the large warehouse and in a fluid movement dove through the open window conserving most of his momentum. He landed and rolled to his feet in a crouch as he surveyed the warehouse. He ran a hand through his blood red hair, before reaching down to his boots and removing a long dagger, resembling a Scottish Dirk with an eleven inch blade. He moved towards the nearest guard, the slight rustling of his coat being covered by the slight buzz of the warehouse.

"I still don't understand why it was always warehouses they set up in, since it would make more sense for a terrorist group to set up in a town or city," He thought as he silently crept closer and closer to the guard. In a fluid moment he lunged one hand and covered the guards mouth and with his dagger he slit the throat before catching the body and laying it down. He looked into the eyes of the target he couldn't help but chuckle at the look of shock in the eyes, it was also interesting to see what their eyes said about him. He shook the thought away and returned to his stalking since he knew the amount of guards they had, but not where they were.

He kept his steps quiet as he found the next guard and began to approach, well at least he tried to but a sudden shout sent his plans into disarray. Apparently there was a guard that had just came around a stack of dust or something anc caught him stalking towards the other guard. He decided to just go for it and quickly cut the guards hand with his gun, and slammed the other arm around his throat as a choke hold. He spun the guard around and used him as a shield as the other seven guards came towards him with their guns drawn. "Why don't you just surrender. We have you surrounded," a voice spoke up from the approaching guards.

The guard he was choking tried to pry the arm away to no real avail, "Or what you'll kill me, I know you'll do that anyway once you find out who I am."

The guards tightened their grips on their guns, but he decided to take the initiative. He shoved his hostage forward startling the guards who had begun to close in. The hostage stumbled into the foremost guard getting him to remove a hand to try and catch his friend...associate… comrade, but in a flurry of movement he lunged hard forward, following up on the distraction his hostage provided, and immediately dispatched the first guard with a quick swipe across his throat. 'One down."

The guards to the left, four of them, of the now dead 'leader' recovered from the sudden shock first and opened fire with their guns, but he pulled the hostage back up in front of him. The bullets hit the unfortunate hostage, but instead of stopping on his aura the bullets ripped into him piercing his armor and ending him quickly. The guards all froze at the grizzly sight but he didn't, he shoved the now dead corpse towards the four that originally fired before quickly turning and flicking the dagger and burying it in the shoulder of one of the three guards to the right. 'Two.'

He reached inside of his coat and pulled out two more daggers and pounced on the already injured man. At the same time the other guards recovered from their stupor aimed their guns and quickly opened fire, however in their panic the bullets went wide hitting one of the two remaining guards in the chest killing him as it ripped through the as he rolled towards the remaining uninjured guard and buried one of the now bloody daggers into his knee sending him to the ground and followed it up with a dagger right into the eyepiece. 'Three, Four.'

Something flew from one of the guards and he quickly recognized it as an atlesian grenade, a dust based grenade. He smirked as it hit the ground and did nothing, the guard scrambled to readjust his aim but a thrown dagger made him and his partner flinch but this time it hit the guards aura and bounced off. However he had closed the distance and with one bloody dagger and one clean dagger he slit the throats of the two guards before, in a fluid movement, jabbing the dagger in the middle of the final, terrified guards chest. 'Five, Six, Seven~'

He smiled as he stood up from his awkward final lunge placed one of his daggers back into the hidden sheath that his coat held and made his way to his true objective. He quickly found the small room inside the warehouse that he was looking for; The main office. He kicked the door open and the female lieutenant spun around and took a stance with a polearm extended towards him. "Why are you here?"

Her voice sounded ragged and nervous, not that he cared but he indulged and gestured with one of the daggers to the now open interior office door that revealed an older female rabbit faunus in a business suit, "Her."

The lieutenant turned to look and he took advantage and closed the five foot gap, sending a slash across her knuckled making her loosen her grip allowing him to take the weapon from her hand and then, in a how of brutality pin her hand to the wall. She cried out in pain and the rabbit faunus tried to run by, but he just grabbed her ears and threw her to the ground. "Hello there, Missus Coneja it's good to see you again after all these years."

Coneja yelped as she was flipped over and the unnamed man but his knee in her chest. She eventually opened her eyes and asked," How do you know me?"

He just laughed as he began to fiddle with the dagger in his hand, " You've done a lot with the White Fang, anybody whose 'talked' with members your name tends to come up, but to digress do you know who I am?"

The rabbit faunus looked at him before the lieutenant responded harshly," The racist psycho that killing us, the ultimate product of man-"

He laughed out loud as he stood up putting a boot on the rabbits faunus chest," Racist this, racist that, it's honestly annoying to hear it over and over. I've killed a fair amount of both sides of the fence and besides you only have Miss Coneja here to thank for me."

The lieutenant looked down at the rabbit faunus, who had been their main infiltrator, with a mix of confusion and spite, after all this man had just killed all her men. Coneja responded, sounding confused," What do you mean?"

The man looked down his grin growing even more primal and scary, with an odd feeling filling the air, before he spoke," Thirteen years ago….small town of Sevil you and six other faunus were one a dirty jury that convicted two men to death," Realization slowly dawned in Coneja's eyes as she took in more details," One of those men was John Saint, a guardsman of the town who you convicted of being a faunus serial killer. A 'murderous monster who kills recklessly' I believe you called him."

Coneja spoke up from the ground, interrupting," Is that why you're here, revenge are you-"

A dagger slammed past her ear," I'm here to show you that murderous monster that you wanted," he went back to placing a knee on her chest," I'm here to show you what happens when you crave a monster so bad that you manufacture one out of an innocent man with nothing but love for the entire world," To Corenja the man above her suddenly didn't look like a man, he looked like a predator as he loomed over her," You get a kid that has nothing but hate and contempt for everything and is more than willing to choose to be that monster."

The lieutenant had given up on getting the dagger out of her hand, it was far too deep into the wall, but she was also petrified by the sheer killing intent that the man was giving off. It was like being in the room with an apex predator, and the fact that he seemed to go right through her aura...she was really scared now.

Coneja was hyperventilating now because of the raw killing intent coming off of the man on top of her, but at the same time something clicked. A small boy with red hair crying at the front of the crowd when they hung John Saint, the same small boy at every single trial, and now the fully grown boy was her. His name popped into her head, Jack Gallows, the Gallows being the general name given to all orphans, but in his case it was most fitting given the killer in front of her exists because of that day with the gallows. His smile grew bigger, as if he knew what he was thinking, more killing intent manifesting and smothering the lieutenant, before he suddenly plunged the dagger down

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Jack walked over the dead corpses sliding the daggers back into their holsters, he had knocked the lieutenant out and put her outside before going back for his daggers. There was no reason not to kill her, but at the same time there was no real reason to kill her, she was unconscious and wounded. He Forced the lieutenant out of his mind and let the memories he had been holding down the entire night come to the surface as he began the slow walk back to the town. The trial and the execution of the man who took him off the streets and raised him, he had come to terms with it and really had few regrets on his path. They had proclaimed John a monster and a killer, so he had chosen to live up to that legacy they made, to give them a monster. He snapped out of his musings when he realized he was in front of the bar, he smirked and walked inside. He was going to enjoy his last night here before he had to hike to beacon. He shoved open the doors and walked inside his white coat fluttering behind not a drop of blood on it at all. He was going to drink the night away before starting the hike up to beacon.

Jack Gallows -20

Ht. 6'4 Wt. 185 lbs

Weapon- Dedos de Santa Muerte- Nine 11 inch daggers, in the style of the scottich dirk, that he has hidden in various sheaths within his coat. The knives are a special metal once used for old school anti grimm weaponry.

Semblance Ragnarok - Passive semblance that negates aura, semblance, and dust within about three feet of Jack. Wounds caused by Jack do not heal at an accelerated rate even with another person's semblance.

Quote Connection (if i didn't explain flesh it out): Jack cast his lot to be a killer based on both his semblance being perfect for levelling the playing field and weakening opponents and the death of John Saint, who raised him from the age of 5-7, being executed for completely false charges. In response he swore to be the 'monster' they wanted but didn't have, and because of his conviction to this belief he refuses to leave his path.