Café Noir [Done]

Café was born and raised in Vacuo. Life wasn't too bad for her there father was minor political figure working for the betterment of the kingdom. Her mother was a simple seamstress who made clothing for the orphaned children. Café spent most her days at home until she was old enough to start going to school. When she was barely three years old Café was woken in the middle of the night by her mother who handed her a packed bag and told her not to be afraid. Under the cover of darkness they fled the city heading for a port in order to get to a port to leave the kingdom. She didn't know what was going on but her parents were arguing I the front seat.

A loud screeching sound was the only warning they had of the grimm that had surrounded them. A Griffon landed on the hood of their car. Hearing her mother scream and yell at her to run Café got out of the car and ran for it. She was too young to fully understand that her parents could get hurt or the full consequences of the situation, but she did know she was scared. Two shadows circled over her head and darted towards her with a screech while several others could be heard behind her where the car was.

Café kept running, odd sounds like she had never heard before sounded around her. Two black and white husks fell on either side of her and disintegrated into a black smoke. Men in dark clothing, who blended into the shadows appeared from seemingly nowhere and whisked Café to safety from the attacking grim. She learned that these men who saved her were mercenaries working under the name T.A.C.-10.

For one reason or another they raised Café as a member of their group. It was a bit odd to her living the way they did but it didn't take long for it to become her normal life. Once she was old enough they started to train her, nothing too brutal but just keeping her active and in good shape. When she was finally old enough to hand a gun is when things got hard. Her life quickly went from okay to a simulated hell. Hand to hand combat training, firearms and explosives drills, knife combat skills. Stealth, infiltration, protection, situational awareness, long range marksmanship, basic first aid. All of these became skills she had under her belt.

Café never came to hate the men and a couple women who trained her. She had already seen what they were capable of and the kinds of things the skills she was being given could do for a person. After all that she wanted to be a part of the group and that's what she was going to do. Along the way the group started to become more of a company, picking up ex military and police members as well as some hunter and huntresses.

Settling their base down in Mistral the company deployed groups and people all over the world. By this point Café had learned a lot about the people who saved her. The original group was a team of former Atlas special forces. Café was the first person they brought on after leaving Atlas, and the only one they trained entirely. By the time she was eighteen she was near to on par with most the original member's of T.A.C.-10 and held a position just blow them within the company.

And then something shocking happened. A couple showed up at the company claiming to be Café's parents. No one had ever told her they were dead, and she had just come to assume it based on the situation of that night. They looked visibly close enough to be her parents and the original members were able to confirm that these were in fact her parents.

They tried to get Café to return with them to Vacuo, only one major issue. By this point this company and these former soldiers were her family and not only could she not leave them out of nowhere but she had no emotional connection to her actual parents. Despite this she remained in minor contact with her biological parents for the next few years.

Shortly before her twenty fifth birthday T.A.C.-10 was contacted with a high profile protection job. After some internal deliberation Café was chosen for her younger age yet advanced skill.  

“You're kidding me?” Café said with a raised eyebrow and in incredulous tone. There was no way such a ridiculous story was true. Sure she had seen some epic level shite in her days but this blew all of that way out of the water.  

“I ain't pulling your leg, kid,” Kane said with a wide smile coming across his rugged face, “this actually happened. I'm telling you, Josh saw it with his own two eyes.” It was hard to tell sometimes if Kane as lying or not, after all the guy was the master of lying, hell he had once talked a cop out of searching their car when they had just kidnapped a high value asset. His skills with his words were nearly on par with his skills on a riffle.

“Hey! Josh, get your a** over here!” Café shouted down the hall of the small complex. Shorlty a tall dark skinned man came down the hallway wearing a bright pink apron reading “kiss the cook” across the front. “Is this s*** true?”