Rail White Cryos-Sol (Finished)

Her family remembers everything she doesn't, well, after the point in which they found a starving, lonely child among the bodies of her fallen parents. Injured? Yes, she suffered a bullet wound to her abdomen and would have likely bled out, if it weren't for her intellect. After all, that's what the family of Wolf Faunus attributed it to, once they had found a little girl, who removed said bullet and patched herself up with near professional skill. Of course, that didn't mean that child wasn't any less lonely and hungry. They took her in.

Her name was, Rail Cryos, but the family opted to give her a different name. Because of her hair and that aura which was visible without her even trying, they decided on the name, White. The Sol Family, as they were called, were a group of faunus who lived in the frigid North of Atlas. White Sol was her name and it was one she decided to carry proudly, though she was against it at first. This was mostly in part of the fact her original parents imparted the stigma of hatred towards the race of sentient anthromorphs. Ultimately, after several years of coping with the death of her first family and spending prolonged moths with her second, her heart bloomed.

For once in a really long time, Rail was happy and even though she couldn't completely forsake her origins, she adopted the new her along with the old. Rail White Cryos-Sol was what she identified with and anyone could choose a name from that… Her enemies chose White.

Rail had a genius intellect and used it well. She had all the makings of a rising huntress, a prodigy when being modest, but the young woman didn't care for any of it. Her heart and mind both cried for revenge, so there was no surprise when she gave into it. After her 16th birthday had passed, White became her new moniker. From scratch, she designed her weapons and armor, then set out on one simple mission. Stopping the White Fang.

Growing up with a family of Wolf faunus gave one the training and tact needed to carry out dangerous, suicide missions. With how organized and destructive the faunus extremist group was, there was no doubt in Rail's mind that death was always in the high percentages. That just made her even more precise with her planning. Sporting her new attire and a mask to match, she skulked about the frigid North in search for odd activity. She wasn't a superhero, not in the slightest, nor was she some huntress. Her main goal to stopping the White Fang was for revenge and if it helped save lives later down the line, then that was something it did…

One day, a large dust manufacturing company had been under a raid. White jumped right into the fray and displayed her skill. Her guns had repeatedly fired that day and her flurry of fury was shown in each and every action. Graceful, yet unrelenting, precise, yet merciless. She gunned down most of the raiders, but found herself trapped in a very serious predicament. Trapped in the basement, she had finished off the rest of the group which had attacked the building. A series of intricately placed bombs surrounded the young woman.

“So this is it, huh…? Well, whatever… You had a good run, yeah? Sixteen years-old and you accomplished this? Rail White Cryos-Sol, you've done a real fine job as a teenager...” The young woman said and had taken a seat next to the door. Eyes closed, she let the white noise in the form of the ticking bombs be her sound of meditation. No regrets. That's what she told herself in the end. When it finally came to it, there was an explosion.

The door blew open and forward, a lone, cloaked, hooded figure, with dazzling blonde hair had reached out to her. For once, her instincts fully took control and she bounded to get up. They ran from the basement floor, up to the foyer, and immediately as they approached the door, the bombs went off. Rail's heart pounded in her chest as if it was ready to burst, and run faster than she could. The shockwaves could be felt, with the blonde managing to make it out first, but before Rail could. The white-haired young woman was thrown forward out the building, suffered a serious burn, followed by shrapnel cutting into her, and slammed onto the concrete in front of the place. Knocked unconscious, the woman once again surrendered herself to her fate…

Amnesia. She awoke with it in a little hideout spot, which was far from the incident area. Rail's head splintered with pain and yet, she felt numb to it. Bandages were wrapped around her half-naked body and her things were set off to the side. Tattered remains of those white garbs she worked hard on were thrown off to the side, yet her guns remained in perfect condition. She picked them up, holstered them to her waist and literally took off. Guided by familial instinct, she sought home. After a day or two of being lost, the young lady did it. Her bandages had been covered in blood but not her own, her weapons still strapped to her, she collapsed in front of her adoptive family's home. Breathing heavily, she stared up at the sky and felt a strange since of accomplishment. But why…?

Eventually, what had come to pass was that her parents found her. They were going to chastise her, but had realized that their daughter suffered from amnesia and that it was a miracle she even found her way home. Mother, father, brothers and sisters, congregated around Rail and embraced her. Her eyes streamed with tears for some reason and her heart swelled. She hugged took in the embrace. For the next few years, now 18, Rail still suffers from the results of her overconfidence. Names she remembered, but important events and even the identity of her savior she still had a fuzzy mind on. Her back hadn't healed completely, so there was scarring from the shrapnel and burns, which marked her as the 16 year-old, who stopped a White Fang raid.

And news of this had spread all over. No one knew her face or name, but some remember that there was a white-robbed figure which jumped into the fray and did her work. When Rail traveled home, many saw her and attempted to aid her, but she never asked nor accepted their help. Thus, she herself became something of a story, a rumor, that reached the ears of the headmaster of Bellmuse. There was no surprise there when the family received a letter stating that their daughter was huntress material.

She was nervous for some reason. The amnesiac girl genius was being shipped off to Bellmuse, yet it frightened her considerably. She grown quite attached to her family ever since coming back, so the thought of leaving wasn't a welcomed thought. This affected her aim greatly when she attempted to shoot at the trees. A few near-miss and none on the imposed targets. White thought of herself as a mess. “At this rate, I'm just set up to fail.” The young lady sighed out, her accent thick as always.

“You just have a case of the butterflies.” One of her brothers stated easily. He had sneaked up behind her and managed to scare her. “Calm down, missy, it's just me.” Like her, his accent was very prominent in his speech. “You can't stay here forever, White. We can't stay here forever either. We're all going to leave the den eventually, but not forever. You're gettin' the chance to become a huntress! That's so fuckin' cool.” He laughed.

Rail just smiled at his statements. There was no way she could refute them. The young lady was going to miss these little moments she had with her family. Easily enough, she rushed over to him and gave him a big hug. “You're right. It is pretty cool, huh? Guess that just means someone finally acknowledges my genius!” She cheered.

The two shared in a laugh and loving embrace. It wouldn't be much longer from now and she'd soon have to travel to the port, and ride that airship to the small country of Bellmuse.