Royan Silvercrown [For Approval]

Royan was born in Vale, to a couple of farmers. He was called a "great fertilizer," because he when he was born, all of their crops grew quickly every time he'd walk around the farm. When he was old enough for school, he was 5 around the time, he enrolled into a private school which costed his parents a fortune. All the kids made fun of him for being a farmer kid while the rest were all rich and pampered. This saddened him, and he told his parents. His parents told him that he was a descendant of a great god, that he was a "peasant destined for greatness." This fueled and inspired him to study hard. Over the years, he found himself to be academically gifted, always at the top of his class and getting the best grades. He was still considered a good fertilizer, as the plants always grew when he did schoolwork around them. He wondered how that'd happened. One day, his teacher asked him what he wanted to do for a living. He was around 14 at the time, and his grades were through the roof. He was unsure. She said if he knew how to fight, maybe he could be a Hunter. They saved the world by fighting Grimm. And some Hunters were highly intelligent, just like him. This invoked a sudden spark in him. He knew he barely fought, but that'd be easy to fix. His grandfather used to be a Hunter, and training wouldn't be hard under his guidance. Maybe he could actually save the world. So he told his teacher that he might become a Hunter. He went home, and contacted his grandfather. They met up and he would begin the training to become a hunter. One day, when he came home, he saw the crops being destroyed by Grimm. For some reason, he wasn't scared. Something in him clicked. He somehow scared off the Grimm. He knew he was destined to be a hunter. But he had to learn properly. He saved up his money while still studying under his grandfather. After three years, he decided to go to Syne Academy. Before he went to the shutttle, his grandfather gave him a rapier. He took it with gratitude. He never really knew if his parents lied about him being a descendant of a warrior. He doesn't really care. Now, his journey begins.

Royan raised his rapier high, and dashed 40 meters ahead. Stopping with a sudden jump, he set a glyph on where he stood. ”They’ll be here soon..” He was in the center of the strangely perfect circle shaped forest. It had about a 50 meter diameter. He saw a couple red eyes here and there, but nothing came forward. After about an hour, 3 Grimms came forward. One came from the front, one to his right, and one from behind. ”They’re doing a unison lunge. Center might touch the glyph. Right is the closer one. Behind is going to hurt me a bit.” As he formed his plan, the right one lunged first, and Royan quickly rolled forward 3 meters. He then lunged at the Grimm, stabbing it through the neck. It vanished. The one that was behind him, which was now in front of him, lunged at him. He fell to the ground. Luckily, he had activated his aura, preventing slight damage. He then stabbed it’s stomach, and it too had vanished. He got up, and saw the one in front of him running forward like a bull. It had stepped on the glyph. ”Bingo.” He ran forward and stabbed the Grimm right through the eye. He had won. “Now, to get out of here..”