Wendy Gradientia (Finished ready for approval)

When she was very young Wendy lived a happy life on a farm at the outskirts of Mistral. She had a mother and a father and had everything anyone could have wanted.  every thing seemed to be perfect. But nothing remains perfect forever,on Wendy's 7th birthday however tragedy struck. The small town was attacked by Grimm, being a small farming town they stood no chance. Everyone was butchered and as Wendy ran for her life she was attacked by a Beowulf,claws slashing at her throat. while ripping part of her ear off. Just as the beast was about to use it's final blow, it was gunned down by a group of strange persons who had happened to be in the area. Wendy now nearly mute had nowhere to go, so with a heavy and tortured heart ,she followed the group for days in secret before, finally collapsing due to hunger. When she awoke she was met with the group she was following nursing her back to health, and healing her throat at the same time allowing her speech once more. It turned out they were EX Hunters turned mercenaries who had happened to be travelling around the area at the time. The group then took her under their wing and trained her in their ways until her 18th birthday, where they gave her her signature weapon. Then with a teary goodbye they let her out into the wild to let her grow and see the world for herself.  After about another year of travelling she eventually arrived at The island of Bellmuse where she decided to settle down for a while. As for the majority of her life she was raised by Ex hunters who had a negative veiw on hunter academies as a whole. So she decided to live in the town and not in the school becoming an official resident of Bellmuse.

It was a quiet day in the deep Forests and a lone woman was laying on a tree branch with a large gun in her hands. If one were to look a certain distance away they would see three cans next to each other on a log each a certain distance away from one another. Her dark blue hair flowed behind her as her blue green glass like scope was attached to her left eye a technologic cross hair forming in the center. She slowly channeled her aura into the weapon while keeping her sights locked on to the middle can. As her finger slowly pulled the trigger back one could hear the powerful machine internally shift and compress inside. As the trigger was finally pulled back all the way, it was accompanied by a loud click, and a small boom erupting from the weapon. As the compressed ball of air soared toward the middle can, The girl narrowed her eyes, and made the ball of air expand to encompass the entirely of the log. As it impacted a loud expolsion could be heard, and when the dust cleared not only were the cans destroyed, but the log itself was in splinters. The girl jumped down from the branch and walked away her gun slung on her shoulder.