Here's the second trailer for you all! This particular character is one many will hopefully love and adore in this setting.
Disclaimer: On the first Trailer.
Trailer A
「Train Tracks」
Nearby a train station's railway, a young man is currently waiting on a bench adjusting his double-barreled gun. The young man looked to be in his late teens by appearance alone. He has dark, messy hair that just barely covers his ears while framing the entirety of his face. With practiced ease, the teenaged boy swept his bangs to right of his face using his end of his fingers. Pale freckles were easily seen on his lightly tanned face though they only stretched over his nose and extended over the middle of his face.
As for his appearance, the dark haired youth wore black high-topped sneakers with some sort of white design on the outer side, his dark navy blue almost black colored trousers tucked into the opening of his shoes. A long overcoat-like jacket, that did nothing to hide his impressive muscle tone beneath his shirt, rested on his shoulders. On the rear side of his jacket was a striking image. It was that of a standard Jolly Roger with a large mustache and a cross made of bones behind it in the shape of a plus sign. Beneath the coat was a plain crimson shirt. Along his black pants were twin interlocking belts; a burnt orange belt was fitted along the loops of his pants while a shorter, second belt was present with a large red "A" printed on the silver buckle. The second belt wasn't fastened correctly. Instead, it hung over his right hip but was left it unfastened and threaded the free end along the back of his pants. A hunting knife on rested on his second belt with two pouches to put his guns.
To complete his outward style, an orange hat sat upon his head. The hat itself was nothing special in particular, however, what set it apart from others of its color were the twin smileys present near the base of the rim. The smiles were opposites of one another; one smiling, the other frowning. Two long orange side straps hung down the sides of his hat and met at a large medallion of a bull's skull with orange tassels.
The teen male jovially hummed a tune til he saw the train approaching. Getting up, he gathered what little belongings he carried with him and waited for one of the many carriages to stop before him. His eyebrow twitched as the train didn't appear to be coming to a halt anytime soon. Figuring another way to catch a ride, he went with his own way of doing things. Once the train's caboose came into his line of sight, the young man got into a ready position. Dashing forward, he held his right hand outwards towards a vertical pole that framed the last cart of the metallic snake. Grabbing the handle and hoisting himself on the still moving train was an easy feat for him. Calmly walking to the cargo's door the freckled teen lifted up a leg and reared it back. With a surprising amount of force, he kicks the door down revealing members of White Fang.
They all looked at him in shock as if not believing their eyes at the sudden appearance. The Faunus adopted hostile stances and prepped themselves as they readied to attack.
Holding both arms out, palms facing his potential attackers, the young man called out a hasty stopping gesture.
"Wait!" he bellowed, stopping everyone moments before allowing them to rush forward. Pointing to the member nearest him, he spoke out in a casual tone, "You seem like an alright person. I'll let you decide first, okay? Heads or tails?"
Looking around at his brethren, he saw the confused gazes of all the White Fang members. Turning his attention back to the dark haired guy before them, he questioned what just happened. "What?"
"I'm asking you to choose heads or tails," replied the teen. He already knew such a question would be taken lightly. Why wouldn't it be? They obviously outnumbered him and figured he was stalling for time.
"Umm heads?" the young man grabbed a coin to air hitting the ground revealing tails.
The young man just shrugged. "Too bad, I wanted to use my guns..." trailed off the quirky boy as he reached for his bo staff. "This staff will have to do."
Among the hostile organization were frowns, growls, and agitation at some rookie huntsman underestimating them. "Get him!" one of them roared.
Charging forward to shred the person to pieces was the collective thought in the minds of the White Fang members. With little hesitation, the cocky youth bashed in the face of one man follow by a twirl of his staff hitting the another grunt from behind with the end of his staff.
He then dashed to the other members kicking one in his face whilst smashing the flat end of his scepter into a duo pf the terrorist members.
Sneering at his the easily dispatched enemies, he focused his aura and let his Semblance blaze to life. Gathering a large amount of Aura into the palms of his hands the dark haired teen brought his hands together as if he were holding a ball. The Aura started melding while shaping a large ball of intense flames. "Let's see if you all can survive this!"
A magnificent orange glow blinded a majority of the Faunus. Many shielded their face in fear of being burnt by the intense heat coming from the rigid figure in front of them all. Despite being a safe enough distance away, each person could feel the heat licking the edges of their forms causing some to flinch backward in fear. One of them yelled to the other members to open fire at boy's, but to everyone's surprise, it merely fazed through his body. In place of what should have been blood and a hole in his person, were flickering holes of fire that slowly closed to reveal him unhurt.
The young man smirked, feeling his Semblence's warmth flare around him randomly. It's been some time since he let loose with his unique ability. "You can try all you like, but nothing can harm me in this state. Want to know why?" he brought forth a question to the quivering group. Seeing the reluctance in each of their eyes, he answered for them. "It's because I'm a Fire man."
"W-What?" the remaining White Fang members got afraid of him.
The young man's cocky attitude erupted full force. "Fire meaning, I can do this," he drew his arm back in preparation for a powerful blow. "Fire Fists!"
Using an accumulated force behind a normal straight punch, the floor crumbled away with the resulting explosion from his wrathful Aura. The surrounding area was bathed in a warm, evening sunset-like glow as the destruction died away.
「Minutes Later」
Looking from afar, the dark haired youth watched as the members of White Fang begin taken into custody. He pat himself on the back for a job well done.
He looks at his watch he groaned. "Looks like Nozomi was right. They planned on stealing Dust from this train," he said amused at the thwarted plan. Turning on his heel, the spontaneous man ditched the place in favor of stumbling onto a new adventure.
The scene fades to back with four silhouettes highlighting the screen. At the bottom of each figure stood the letters M. A. N. L. in large print. Menma was already shown, the next letter being "A" lit up ablaze before calming down. The flickering embers revealing the next hero in the story. Standing in the background showed Ace with his usual smirk and flaming fists.
Yep, I drafted Ace into my story. Why? Because he's awesome and a badass! Nozomi will be a part of the team also. Review if you liked or enjoyed this chapter. Peace out everyone, til next time! ✌