Gris Helki (Finished)

Gris Helki was born and raised in a hunter/huntress family, outside the borders of kingdoms, his family, happy and joyful, was attacked by a large group of Grimm, destroying everyone in the Helki family but him and his little sister, whom escaped as their parents distracted the Grimm. As they walked throughout the forest, lost, they encountered a Grimm group, Gris, who was tired and exhausted fought to protect his little sister, but lost his left arm in the process, the pain and terror he felt bolstered the awakening of his Aura and Semblance. He awoke to Berserker, in a matter of minutes, he decimated the Grimm until the rest fled. His sister, happy at what he did, called him a hero and gratefully hugged him. However, the joy was short-lived. He killed her too. When he reawoke in his right mind, dead tired and sore he looked and right next to him, was the mutilated corpse of his sister. The wounds she suffered was not that of a Grimm's claw and fang marks, and he knew who the culprit was. Embedding into him a deep fear of getting close to people. A deep fear of love. He kept walking forward, his whole body numb from the experience. He fell in front of the city gates of Atlas, exhausted from his journey, and on the brink of death.

Raised by a well-known Blacksmith, who had lost his own child to Grimm, who outfitted his arm through the use of his connections, as well as the one who forged World Render. He goes here to make repairs on his weapon and arm once in awhile, the blacksmith acts as his father figure and teaches him advice. He knows of Gris' past, and knows of his fears. The Blacksmith acts as such.

Gris has decided to go to Syne Academy, a smaller, lesser-known school, where the likelihood of his identity won't be revealed increases.

"Hey Old Man, you done yet?" whined Gris, he was not a social person, but he knew the Blacksmith well enough to act familiar around him. "You know how long World Render takes to repair, stop complaining." the Blacksmith retorted. Gris just sighs and looks down, thinking of all the events that transpired. He had just been accepted into Syne Academy, although it is not as big as Beacon, which well-known, it was close enough to Atlas, his "birthplace", even he had fantasies of being a hunter, although those fantasies died off once he reached Syne. Introductory Classes were far too boring, too easy. Although dueling was fun. "Hey, I'm done, now get out of here." barked the Blacksmith. "Yeah, yeah, got it." Gris took the massive Greatsword, wrapped it up, and left the store.