<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Vale was home, but even then Beacon was different. Gone was the clustered city and factories, the sounds of commerce, a dingy room, a small workshop... No, the academy was different, luxuriant compared to his life before. Rusty had come here for a new start, to try and begin things anew and hopefully ply his skills in a more proper manner. Hunters were the people who valiantly fought the Grimm to protect those who could not do so themselves – and there was open admiration for that. It wasn’t too long ago that he was the one putting people down, dragging them through the mud and raking them for all they were worth. It was a weakness of his, a cruel thing he did to others, and something he had not forgiven himself over. But here? Maybe there could be a new start. Maybe he could do better. Clad in the school uniform (It was better than most of his clothing) And with his dark black hair framing sky blue eyes that looked briefly to the imposing school, he cleared his throat as the first years like him were called to the assembly line. While he did stand tall and did not try to hide himself, he was athletically lean rather than muscular, so in a crowd it might be easy to overlook him..<br/><br/><br/>Especially when someone started to yell a little obnoxiously boisterously. Some people looked to the man as he started with a booming baritone, but when the first part of his name was sounded out, a cold shiver went down his spine. Maybe a different Lionel-no, it was /that/ Lionel. And as he glanced to the towering man, a brow rose. Lionel was scrawny, he was ‘A worthless shrimp who wouldn’t amount to shit’ as he once succinctly said before. And now... Wow, the boy had clearly more than filled out. He filled out and kept on going, he may as well have been a giant by now. Immediately regret flashed through his mind again. He never did apologize to Lionel. And even if he did, would he have accepted it then? Would he accept it now? Rusty wouldn’t hold it against him if he did not, he had every reason to be angry.<br/><br/>But that Apology wasn’t going to come just yet. The words didn’t sound right in his mind, there was no proper way to apologize for handling Lionel the way he did. He couldn’t apologize with half assed words. Some of that tallness faded from him as he kept his head low, moving along and not quite paying attention to where he was going, as long as it was anywhere but here.