Bandit Princess

Not much of her past is known. She is a female goat mobian with white fur but with a dark cold heart. She is a thief who makes money by robbing unexpected people who take shortcuts inside the forests, and skirts GrimmFall City itself for many potential targets.

She has numerous followers, and is smart. Only stealing from those she knows she can handle, or Huntsmen she is aware that she can take down with preparation. Having killed many people with no mercy, even people who have done no wrong to her as she murders them sadistically. This even includes her own followers whom she has little care for and kills them if they either try to betray her, or simply because she doesn't like thm. She is a highly wanted person but constantly gets away due to foresight and planning. Despite her savagry she is far from stupid and knows when to run.

She is well accustomed to fighting in a forest and is capable of taking down Grimm on her own. There are also reports she may have a semblance, but one nobody actually knows as she keeps her more personal information to herself. All that is known is that she strikes when one least suspects it and is decently well-taught in sword-play.

Her victories have made many call her Bandit Princess which she accepted. As she continues her crimes over and over.

"Hya!" With professional ease, Bandit Princess sliced another Grimm. Ignoring the screams as her foolish followers got themselves killed or eaten. Morons those lots. They should have trained instead of fooling around with those women they found earlier. Imbeciles! Well, less sharing she supposed.

She then stood up over her slain Grimm, revealing herself. White fur, darkish brown legs, grey hair between her horns. Wearing a sort of blue dress/robe. In her hands a stolen brown blade which she stole from someone a few weeks ago. From some no-name P.O.I.N.T. Huntress-in-Training, or whatever she was. Eh, nothing more than a weakling as she fell to her hands so easily.

"Ah!" Rolling her eyes, Bandit Princess turned around and saw one of her men looking at her with eyes that begged for help. On him a Ursa Major which was chewing on his leg. "Ple-e-eas-e!"

She simply turned around and began walking off. The Grimm on the man not caring, already having its prey as it dragged the screaming man off away. Well, that's one mouth less to feed she supposed. Though it was annoying how all her men just died off with-unsurprisingly-her as the only one standing. So much for feared bandits.

'Guess I should up the training.' Bandit Princess thought while thinking of ways to train those losers. Honestly, while the Grimm that came here were a surprise, the way those idiots screamed and tried running instead of holding their ground, like they wanted to be picked off. This was why she liked working alone, and she only put up with getting allies for bigger scores.

Which reminded her, speaking of scores…

Her ears perked up as she listened closely. Being a Mobian and having lived in a forest nearly all her life, she developed a knack for hearing things at a distance. As such, she was able to easily hear someone giggling with two people talking. Huh, that's strange. So the Grimm came after them but not those guys? 'Then again, I suppose the Grimm would be more attracted to bandits than people who are oblivious to the danger here.'

Guess next time she'll bring people who can calm themselves and not think of anything negative, or at least temper it.

'Though now it leaves only one question.' Should she attack them, or just leave them be? On one hand, she had no more men to use as fodder. Yet then again, they were the reason for bringing the Grimm to them and dying in the process. If anything, it was no lie to say she was a lot tougher than those losers put together. That, and she had nothing better to do anyway. So why not.

In an instant she was running towards the group of three both quickly yet quietly. As a native of the forest, she learned many tricks one can only learn if they've lived out in nature for years. Those fancy schools and Academies might prepare children, but ultimately truly best training came from being in constant danger and constant fighting. Something she herself had done since she was a kid.

Her own steps made barley any noise as she then jumped onto the trees. Her own presence being masked by nature itself. It was then she used her own Semblance, nothing fancy overall. Just a little thing that helped her out in situations like this. No more no less.

In a few minutes, she was soon upon the three that she detected. Her mouth twisting to a sneer as she realized none of them even left. Seems they didn't hear all that screaming and roaring from earlier. If they had, then surely they would have left by now. What idiots!

Without any problem, Bandit Princess soon stopped and looked at what was before her. Some girl in red, a guy with a scorpion tail-oh, that's rare-and finally a Gri-! Wait? What?

'What in hell!' Right next to the two was a giant Nevermore Grimm...which wasn't eating them!?

As Bandit Princess blinked, pondering what she was even seeing, she quickly shook her head. It must be a fake Grimm, it had to be, no way a real one would stand by doing nothing. Besides, best not to get distracted. That could lead to the possibility of getting caught, especially with that scorpion faunus. She could see subtle movements of him looking around her general direction. He was good.

'But not good enough.' Ignoring the massive Grimm, she then began moving away without attracting any attention. Slowly going around to make certain the faunus didn't notice her, while also getting a spot to her advantage.

If she made her move, then she'll need to first hide before making a surprise attack. She had some small sharpened pieces of wood where the tips were nice and sharp. Aura might protect the body, but certainly not the eyes and mouth. A well placed strike and the faunus will be down for the count.

As for the girl, she saw the blade on her. She should be able to handle her fine enough. Now she just needed the third person she heard. Without sound she soon got into position, where the two and fake Grimm were in her sights. Her left hand grabbing one sharp arrow-like wood with the right hand holding her blade. Take out the faunus first, then rush in to kill the human girl. The third person will be surprised by those two deaths, where she'll then kill them in a swift moment.

'This, will be great.' She could already see the dough she'll make from these two. The girl especially. Her outfit seemed to be made of quite the luxurious amount of clothing. Definitely top dollar stuff.

Her knees soon bent. Bandit Princess calming the mind, body now ready. Her eyes then focused, her semblance ready to be turned off. Grip was good. She was in good condition to move. Yes, she was now in the perfect position to end these people. Right about...Now!

Without hesitation, she then jumped with an extra push as she used her aura to enhance her leap. The gap between her and the scorpion faunus shrunk from meters to just a few feet. Her sharpened wood was out and aimed right at the eye. The girl saw her, then the faunus, then that arm in her path-

"Gah!" She felt her aura instantly take a dive to low levels. Her face reeling from what it felt like hitting a fully grown oak tree. Body spasmed as she dropped the wood and her sword, then landing on her tailbone sending pain across her spine.

'What the hell was that!'

"My, you were certainly quick." She then heard a voice. A soft, smooth feminine one. One that spoke to her as if it were a teacher telling a child a mistake they made. "However, those thoughts you had before were quite negative. Still, you did well."

Opening her eyes, she then looked up giving a glare to the person that clearly harmed her. Oh, she'll torture that one. As she looked up and prepared to think of a way to attack, her mouth then went dry as her eyes laid upon who she saw.

"Well? Nothing to say for yourself?" The words died out. Because what she saw in front of her...felt wrong, on so many levels. Sure Bandit Princess has seen her fair share of strange beings from mobians, to powerful humans, a few mutants, even that girl with the robot arm and white tiger. Yet for some reason, the person in front of her, felt just inexact, erroneous, like she didn't belong here. Red eyes, pale white skin, visible dark veins, a crystal on her forehead, and a simple dark robe. While her mind told her she's seen weirder things, her instincts on the other hand were practically screaming at her to get away.

Those instincts never laid her astray before, so she listened and turned. What remaining aura she had going to the legs to reinforce them and get away. After that, a quick run in the forest where they'll never find her.

"Tyrian." That was all she heard before a sinister laughter then came.

"As you wish my Goddess." Followed by a voice and suddenly the same scorpion faunus from before instantly in her face.

'F-fast!' That was all Bandit Princess could even think of before pain erupted on her head while her aura then broke. The faunus having punched her with enough force to break what little aura she had left. Sending her face to kiss the ground.

She then felt the man grab her by the hair and pull her up, not caring of her struggle and then shoved her in that woman's direction. A foot was planted on her and again he grabbed her by the hair and made her look back up, her eyes forced to see the girl from before and this strange woman, whoever she was. The amber eyed girl then staring at her strangely with confusion on her face.

"Is she...a faunus?" She then said. Making Bandit Princess surprised. It was the woman however that answered the girl as she then walked closer to her, her instincts now roaring at her to leave, despite the fact she couldn't.

"No." The black robed woman says as her red eyes observed her, sending shivers down her body. "She isn't a faunus, she's...something else. A mutant perhaps."

Mutant! Before Bandit Princess could say anything about this, the faunus spoke up with his tail and his stinger now very close to her face. The tipped end inches from her own eyes.

"In that case, allow me to rid this pest of you." The faunus giggled as his stinger was now millimetres from her left eye. A small drop of venom being seen as it fell. Was it her imagination, or did Bandit Princess here a small hiss when it hit the ground. "She attempted to strike you, and must face punishment." Okay, this guy was creeping her out.

"No." But not as much as the woman, who had the faunus back off as she then stared at her eye to eye. And while she tried to put up a tough face, she couldn't help but feel that this woman was able to see through it. "Instead, I have a few questions for her. What she is, who she is, and more importantly," The woman then looked at the sky, her unnerving yet stunning features turning to a frown. "Where we are."

It was at that moment the false Nevermore then got up and screeched before staring right at her, making her realize it was no fake at all. The girl took out a blade with the faunus's stinger positioned to the back of her head. The woman now leaned down on her, then cupped her chin and brought it up with her cold fingers.

"I hope you can answer these questions, otherwise," The Grimm screeched more with the faunus giggling and the girl giving a grin. "Things will get very ugly." Bandit Princess suddenly got the feeling that unless she played her cards right, this was going to suck.

"Are you certain it's correct?"

"Yes Hazel. Yes it is...Is something I wish I was wrong about."

Walking down the town and now free from that fool, Hazel and Watts were walking down the town with the latter holding his scroll. Concern on his face with anxiety from Hazel. The two having seen something neither liked. Specifically, where they were at.

"This could be a town that's really far out." Hazel tried pointing out, but Watts just scowled.

"If only." He muttered. Watts then held his scroll and gazed at it, as if refusing to accept what he read, but had no choice but to accept it. "However you saw those maps. And while human error can occur, this tells otherwise." The traitorous doctor then showed Hazel the scroll, where it showed proof they couldn't discredit.

During their little trip, Watts activated a small program on his scroll. It would basically just hack into the local network and allow wireless access. Nothing special really, not even a problem hacking in. This of course allowed his scroll to gain instant access to the news, internet, and other basic applications. Where there they got a rather big surprise.

"The Golden Castle? Justice Friends? Beach City? I've never even heard of these things." Let aside lots of the other things Hazel can read on the news. Especially the supposedly numerous cities he's seeing. Not to mention the fact some articles were written in a language he didn't even know.

Plus also the strange animals with legs and thumbs. That was a shock.

"Well, I think it's quite clear." Watts then took back the scroll. "We're...In another world." Which he would usually scoff at, see it crazy, with even Hazel agreeing with him. I mean, another world! That was something of science fiction, not reality!

Yet...With no other explanation it was the only thing that made sense.

"The portal." Watts then just said. Realization in his eyes. "It did this."

"Considering there's no other explanation, it makes sense," Hazel calmly said. Though a slight sense of irritation was on his tone. "So much for being stable." He then glared at Watts who flinched.

"T-To be fair, it was supposed to be stable." Hazel only grunted, and while he won't hurt Watts, he wasn't amused either. So much for the doctors assured safety on his contraption.

"Moving on, it's best we tell Salem of this. She'll want to know. Though of course that does leave one question." Hazel then looked at Watts with a no-nonsense expression. "Can you get us back?"

Watts opened his mouth, then closed it. Normally he would answer in a smug tone that he could, but considering their situation, the lack of equipment, and of course the ring...Well. Hazel noted his silence as the answer, a big no. Looks like they were stuck here.

"Now then,"Watts, trying to change the subject then said. "Perhaps we should get some equipment to aid us out. And food since I doubt we'll find anything in the forests." Hazel could see what he was doing. Trying to avoid the fact he sent them to another world and had no way in getting them out.

'However,' Hazel nodded. "Fine. Let's get some supplies." They then turned to get some food. 'We can't avoid this forever, and will have to deal with this mess.' Honestly, another world. Were it not for the proof he'd have denied it with all his might. But here they were, trapped in a place where they only had one another and their wits. Meaning they'd need supplies if they wanted to move on.

There was just one problem.

"Thank you. Here's your change." Seeing a stall, there was a person trading money. Money that was certainly not Lien. It seemed this world used an entirely different currency.

"...I don't suppose you could hack and steal someone's cash." No need to bug and hurt someone if they could just do that.

"If I had time, yes." Watts rubbed his chin. "But we don't want to keep her grace waiting forever. Not to mention with the information we have, we need to tell her quickly."

"True." Hazel then looked at a nearby faunus with other people, who was entering an alley. All of them snickering with one holding a female human and male mobian. Obviously up to no good. He sighed but then began walking away. "Give me five minutes. I'll be back quickly."

"Of course. Do what must be done." Looks like someone was about to have a bad day. "Meanwhile, I'll do some work." Of course, Watts day might get worse once they told Salem that not only they were in another world, but by technicality he would be at fault since his portal did so. Meaning he needed to bring some good results of face punishment.

Luckily, he knew just what to do.

"Now then. Time for some fun." With those words said Watts then left to the town's nearest bank. Tossing his scroll in the air as a small little program began running while also preparing a virus. This place won't even know what hit them.

Bandit Princess thought it would be easy.

Attack these fools, get their money, and done. Leave the corpse to be dealt with by the Grimm and come out with the loot. She's done it many time before in the past, visitors, tourists, and even fully trained Huntsmen and Huntresses. So long as she had preparation, then things would be fine.

"Cra!"

"Hahahaha! Eat her! Eat her!"

"Is she really a bandit?"

Namely, she was now hanging on a tree branch with the massive Nevermore's beak open wide and ready to devour her. And while she could easily escape something like this-.

"So. Will you talk now or will I have to move to more extreme measures?"

She couldn't with that woman floating right near her, watching. Bandit Princess has decided to keep quiet, only for the situation to end up like this. To the normal person, this would already be considered bad. But to her, it was worse as due to her aura breaking she was already a bit tired, and now she was feeling her limbs get weaker and weaker from holding onto the branch. If she let go, then she'd fall in and die.

"I have to admit, you're at least more dignified when it comes to others I meet." The woman then said as she then raised her hand. "But, you'll still scream unless you talk." Then from her own palm came out small disgusting beetle-like Grimm that poured out and fell onto the branch she was holding.

"-!" Where they then began biting at her. Not enough to leave scars or anything, but slowly, and in her views, sadistically biting at her fingers. Her grip became loose while the Nevermore began standing a bit taller, it's beak ever closer.

"So." The woman then looked down at her, eyes every empty of any emotion. Even if she fell and died, she wouldn't be upset. "Will you talk now?" She'd just find another person. Just like How Bandit Princess always finds another target if one ever fails.

"..." Bandit Princess was in a bind. She could either stay silent and die...or.

"Boring." The faunus scorpion then said, grinning as he then raised his arm. From it hidden pistols then came out and aimed right at her. "Since you refuse to speak to our Goddess, perhaps we should end this farce, now!"

He then shot at that moment. Yet instead of hitting her, it hit the branch which she was holding. Making it more unstable as it cracked and made her lower even further to the Nevermore. The woman, instead of calling out the man, she didn't even care. The Grimm beetles still biting at her.

It was at this moment Bandit Princess couldn't take it and lost her grip. Falling. There she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time.

Fear.

"Hello. Hello. Are you there." A man shook as he held a phone with shaky hands.

"This is the police. What is it?"

"I-I-I think we need help." He then looked over his shoulder.

"What's the problem?"

"There's a-." A voice then called out to him. With the sound of someone hitting the wall painfully with a crack heard.

"Hey." The man then turned around. Revealing his bruised face with a tattoo on it. One of the town's thugs who harassed and stole from innocent people. The gang he was part of was good at running from the police. "What do you think you're doing?" Now bleeding and bruised while discarding his pride and calling the police.

"Hello? Hello?" A tall man with dark skin, large arms, and a stubble beard. He came out of nowhere and beat up some of their members, while letting that human girl and mobian boy go. Those who fought him ended up losing, even the ones with unlocked auras and semblances.

In fear the thug raised his palm, using his semblance of flame, and shot a burst of fire at this man.

Without effort, the man just knocked it away, his aura not even flickering. "I believe you and your associates have had your fun harming this town like leeches." He then spoke as he talked to him, growing taller in the thug's mind. "And while I'm far from being a hero, and doing this only to take your money, I don't think anybody will mind if I do this."

"Wh-who-who are you!" The thug yelled out as his phone dropped, the police on the other end still trying to speak to him.

"...Just call me Hazel." Then like that, Hazel threw a punch.

Name: Unknown

Alias: Bandit Princess

Gender: Female

Semblance: Unknown

Weapon: Varies but primarily swords.