Insight:Conrad Betteln
Conrad never felt adequate. He felt that his life would end before it even began. But that changed when his mother died, his mother was poor and always wanted better for him unfortunately she was taken before she could even try to change it. Conrad was an orphan with his mother's unpaid debts living a depressing life for four year old so he ran and ran and ran until his feet bled then he ran some more. Conrad should have died in the middle of the woods cold and alone but he didn't. Because he was being watched over by the very man that came to collect his debts. He saw a child whose soul burned with hate. It was not towards a person or a thing, it was towards life itself. A child would not let life keep him down and eventually kill him. He would live out of pure unadulterated spite. That man took the young boy into his care molding him into a warrior that no one could rival.
Three years later
Conrad liked fighting. He fought with his entire heart every time he crossed blades with someone. He did not fight gracefully like a fencer or honorably like a samurai, he fought mean dirty and direct. His mentor, a cat faunus named Zap, was a fencer. Not one soul taught him to fight like that. Just like how not a soul unlocked his aura. He did it himself, out of pure Spite.
Six years later
Conrad made friends very easily. It is seemed every where the caravan went he made a friend. In Vale, he met Victor Infeugeo. He called him Vandal because they were both spray painting dicks on government buildings. Victor became his best friend after that. In Atlas, he met Manny Messiah. He called him Mek considering the younger boy was a kickass mechanic and engineer for his age. They play video games together. Mek then turned the weapons from the games into real life. Mek kicks ass. In Mistral, he met Kai Kodiak. Everyone in his town called him Kuma though. Kuma's dad used be apart of the White Fang but he settled down in this village. He then became leader of the town militia. They called themselves The Black Horn. Conrad thought that was weird considering he's a bear.
Five years later
Conrad was mad. He was furious. He was lied to his entire life. He thought his mom died naturally not because his mentor killed her over debts that weren't even supposed to be due yet. So Conrad did what he did best. He fought. Except he was never one for a clean fair fight so he poisoned the camp's stew and slit their throats while they vomited out their intestines. They died quickly after all he only wanted one head. The head of Zap Atochat. He approached his mother's killer ready to end his life. Blades crossed sparks lit up the sky dirt skidded around their feet. Zap was good but Conrad was fueled by something he knew intimately. Pure fucking Spite. He bit, clawed, spit, anything to make his former mentor suffer. But it all seemed to not be enough as Conrad's blood covered the ground and not the cat's. With his sword broken and blade in his Conrad was on his knees. Zap was satisfied with his work and told him the worst bit of information possible in that moment. "You know this used to be your mother's blade" Zap remarked. Conrad simply smiled and then replied "That makes this so much sweeter then." What Zap forgot is that Conrad's semblance was much different than others. It stopped his aura from working properly. Instead it just blocked lethal wounds and healed everything else. The blade in his gut was not lethal. Conrad stumbled his way out the burning caravan holding his mother's blade and his mentor's head.
A week later
Conrad was bored. So he stole a car and rounded up a few of his friends from across the world and decided we are going to be Hunters. They should've had a longer conversation about that.
Advice is welcome.