Scott Cashew

Born in Atlas to a pair of hunters it was long ago determined that Scott would follow in his parents footsteps to become a hunter himself. His father a powerful swordsman and his mother the unarmed combat instructor of Atlas Academy Scott began training in the ways of combat at a extremely early age learning to combine both of his parents favored fighting styles into a effective dueling pattern utilizing swift sword strikes followed up with devastating body blows. At the age of fifteen Scott was officially enrolled in the Academy where he excelled in his combative studies, however he did show struggle with more academic courses.

At the age of seventeen Scott went on a hunting mission with his team and a instructor, during the mission their group was surprised by the unusual amount of Grimm in the area calling for the instructor to call their mission off. During the escape attempt the group was ambushed by a pack of Grimm lead by a Goliath, the massive monster forced the instructor (Scott's mother) and their team leader to sacrifice their lives to allow the others time to escape. Scott developed both a fear of Goliath's and a deep seated anger towards all Grimm that day.

His family reduced in size to just himself and his father Scott took a slower approach to combat for his next few years even dropping out of Atlas academy until he could decide if hunting was truly what he wanted out of life. Upon turning nineteen Scott choose to reenlist into hunter training, however he simply could not bring himself to return to Atlas Academy after what had befallen his mother. Instead Scott sought application to a foreign academy, the prospect of seeing new places intrigued him just as much as returning to school did. Accepted into Syne Academy in Bellmuse Scott said his goodbyes to family and friends and made his way to the school, ready for a new challenge.

Wind licked at Scott's bangs as he threw his upper body backwards to barely avoid the swipe of a ax blade, the sharp metal hatchet passing just over the mans nose, its cool steel nearly kissing his flesh. Forcing his extremely arched back to swing up and forward towards his surprised opponent Scott lead his counter with a swift stab of his blade to the other students groin. The strike never even came close to landing, the ax fighter had not been prepared for Scott's unusual dodge, but he was more than on guard enough to drop the haft of his weapon into Scott's sword forcing the weapon into the dirt below.

Feeling the shift of weight as his blade drove into the soil beneath his sparring partner Scott could only smile as things went according to his plan. Releasing his grip on the weapon Scott charged the remaining space between him and his foe. The other student attempted to raise his ax in response but the unarmed Scott was too quick for any defense to be mounted. Scott slipped both his hands around the students head and interlocked his fingers, trapping the mans head in his arms. Pulling down on his foes head Scott leaped off the ground and drove his knee into the mans face. Blood splattered the dirt as well as Scott's pants from the attack, however it was all worth it as his sparring partner wobbled on his feet before falling to the ground in a heap. Bending to lift his cast away sword from the dirt Scott raised the blade in a signal of victory, just as he had learned back at Atlas Academy.

"Nice try partner, next time however keep a eye on my off hand. there is a reason I don't carry a second blade." Scott said to the student laid out on the ground, his smile showed no superiority, only someone that had experienced a great fight.