Josh Sanguine

Joshua Sanguine was born in a run-down hospital in the slums of Bellmuse. Even from the start, his life wasn't very cheery. His father had died to Grimm before he was born. His mother died in childbirth. The doctor reluctantly adopted him into his new "family". I phrase it this way because although he had been adopted into the family, they always treated him like an outsider. They blamed him for everything that went wrong. As a young child, he couldn't find a single place of solace; the other humans looked down on him because he was poor and parent-less, and the faunus didn't trust him because he was human. He began to sink into depression.

At 10 years old, sick of the way life was treating him, he ran away. He found that his years of living in a dangerous area had made him particularly skilled in combat and stealth. First he made a living off of thievery. By the time he was 13 he had made a decent living off of it. He was particularly good at it, but he constantly had this subconscious thought in the back of his head that this wasn't what he wanted to do. Every time he pick-pocketed someone, he had an urge to wrap his hands around their throat. So at 15, he traveled to the marketplace and used what little money he had spent up to purchase a strong knife with dust containers. He began advertising himself as an assassin for hire. First he killed because it was his job, then he killed for fun. He was caught up in the violence and spent three years killing until he realized too late that he was addicted to violence and bloodshed. He desperately thought of ways to divert his mind from harming others. Then a brainstorm struck; he could kill something else, Grimm. Besides, he had heard stories of a place called Syne Academy, and he had always wondered what was so special about Huntsmen and Huntresses.

Through the small crack in the wooden door, Josh could hear the two men talking. The older one was telling a wonderful tale to the younger one, chuckling at his own jokes. The younger one was adding a few short words such as "yes" and "quite" in order to pretend that he is listening. Josh could have sat there for hours, listening to the fabulous tale, of wonder and hardship, lovers and monsters. But he hadn't trailed these men for half a day for nothing. Sighing, he silently advanced towards the door and unsheathed his knife. He had a job to do.

The two men jumped back in surprise as Josh kicked down the door. Before either of them could react, he through his knife straight into the older man's heart. The younger man grabbed a chair and swung it at Josh, but Josh easily sidestepped and slowly approached the man. Shaking, the man ran into another room in the house. Josh wasn't worried. He knew the front door was the only way out. He calmly retrieved his knife and walked through the doorway. The man, now armed with a sword, charged at Josh and swung downward. Josh brought his knife up and deflected the sword, simultaneously punching the man in the face. While he was stunned, Josh slid his knife down the man's blade and slashed him across the chest. As the man slid to the ground, Josh shook his head in disappointment. Another easy kill.