<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/327/b/3/bardroy___coluored_1_by_nightgazer101-d6veu7h.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vasili Ilari<br/><strong>Team:</strong>SHO<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avalanche Academy - Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one...hopefully<br/><hr/><br/>Three Years...<br/>The young man could remember the last time he stayed in one place for longer than a couple months...but he chose not to.<br/>But, even for others, three years is a long time.<br/>To Vasili Ilari, it felt like half of his life.<br/><br/><hr/>Three Years Ago...<br/><br/>"Alright Dun. What's the bet?"<br/><br/>"Three Bottles of your best Moon Shine!"<br/><br/>"That's it? If you're so confident, I would think you'd throw in your favorite pouch of Pipe Tobacco."<br/><br/>"... Fine! But don't come grumbling to me about how your wife left you because you didn't have enough booze to sell to make rent!"<br/><br/>That was the conversation between two Schwarz Militia Men as they walked up into one of the many Guard Towers on the perimeter of the Town.<br/>They were betting over a game they were about to play.<br/>A game played often by Militia groups who were facing a long night of Post Duty.<br/>Because of the way the people lived, gunshots were not unheard of when everyone was still awake and active.<br/><br/>The two middle-aged men, one a Human, the other a Goat Faunus, settled in on their chairs.<br/>The Human took up a Hunting Rifle, while the other, Binoculars.<br/>The two looked out over the vast open space in front of them. At first they did nothing but scan the space between them and the forest teaming with Grimm. Then, when they deemed everything clear, they focused on one particular area directly in front of them.<br/>There were sticks in the ground with writings on them at certain places. Range markers, marked with a persons name and the date.<br/>Obviously, the game was to see who could shoot the furthest, in anyway legally possible. The current record stood at no more than 600 Meters, and the marker was barely visible due to current weather conditions.<br/><br/>The Human exhaled slowly as he let the Rifle rest on the railing of the Watch Tower.<br/>As he practiced his breathing, he adjusted the Scope.<br/><br/>"Two Practice Shots, remember?" The Faunus reminded his partner as he slowly tucked Tobacco into his pipe, being careful not to waste any.<br/><br/>"This game has been going on for the better part of Five Years. I was there when it was first created. I know the rules, thank you very much." The Human replied hotly before going back to concentrating. After about two minutes he made his first practice shot.<br/>Too short.<br/>He adjusted and made his second practice shot.<br/>Just about 600 meters.<br/>The Human worked the bolt of the Rifle, focused and made his real shot.<br/><br/>The bullet flew straight for the first couple hundred meters when the wind picked up again.<br/>It drifted to the right, then drifted to the left again with the shifting of the wind.<br/>The Faunus and the Human watched as the bullet landed somewhere behind the record marker.<br/><br/>"Marked. Six-Hundred...Ten Meters. New Record." The Faunus said matter-of-factly before pulling away from the Binoculars and puffing thoughtfully on his Pipe while his Human friend celebrated. The Faunus traded the Binoculars for the Rifle, and looked elsewhere to adjust the settings.<br/>That's when he spotted it.<br/>A lone black figure coming out of the Forest and walking towards them.<br/>"Oi. Quit your celebrating and take a look at this. What is it?"<br/><br/>The Human was about to tease the Faunus, thinking he was joking until he looked at how the Faunus was not taking his aim off of whatever he was looking at.<br/>The man grabbed the Binoculars and sat down next to his partner.<br/>The Binoculars could see farther, and this came in handy for the Human when identifying the lone Beowulf walking towards them.<br/>"It's a Beo. 800 meters out. We should call the Hunters."<br/><br/>The Faunus gave an angry snort.<br/>"Call em? How about I beat your record by blowing away that Beo?"<br/><br/>"Dun, wait!-"<br/><br/><em>Bang!</em><br/>The shot went out and reached 800 meters, but missed the Beowulf entirely.<br/>The Beowulf stopped and looked at where the shot had landed, before going back to walking, a bit faster this time.<br/>The Faunus worked the bolt and took aim again.<br/><br/>"Dun! Wait! Let me give you readings first. If you do this wrong, you might just injure it, and it'll call for more!"<br/>The Human looked through the Binoculars again and gauged everything now.<br/>"780 meters. Wind from the East...Five knots. Target is on a slight incline. Do you have it?"<br/><br/>The Faunus adjusted his scope to the information before settling in. "On Target."<br/><br/>"Fire when ready."<br/><br/>The Faunus exhaled slowly, squeezing the trigger at the same time.<br/>The Rifle fired and flew true.<br/>Or at least, it would have had the Faunus not flinched right before the shot.<br/>This shot went wide to the left.<br/>Again, the Beowulf stopped and looked to where the shot landed.<br/><br/>"You suck! You. Suck! How could you miss that!? I gave you everything!"<br/><br/>"I had to cough."<em>Cough. Cough.</em>"My cough threw my aim off at the last second."<br/><br/>"Bullshit! I call a big heaping pile of fresh Bullshit on top of your head!"<br/><br/>"I made the 800 meter shot without your help!"<br/><br/>"Luck! False Luck! You choked on the shot that would have put a big ass hole in that Beowulf's chest!"<br/><br/>"It was a cough!"<br/><br/>"You just don't want to kill your own Kin. That's all!"<br/><br/>"What did you say?"<br/><br/>"You heard me. Who started your family? What sorry excuse for a whore of a mother fucked a Goat to make you?"<br/><br/>"Filthy Human!"<br/><br/>As the two resorted to blows, the Beowulf had enough time to walk the rest of the seven-hundred something meters, and up into the Tower.<br/>The two stopped fighting, all tangled up in each others arms as they looked up at a Beowulf.<br/>They both moved for their weapo-<br/>"Don't." The Beowulf suddenly had pistols in its hands, pointed at both of the Men.<br/><br/>The two Men stared up at the Beowulf in disbelief.<br/>They each accepted one thing, but couldn't believe the other.<br/><br/>"Dun."<br/><br/>"Hmm?"<br/><br/>"This thing can talk..."<br/><br/>A few hours later...<br/><br/>" "THIS THING CAN TALK!" HAHAHAHA!" Vasili shouted over the remnants of laughter from the other Men, as he retold the story from his point of view.<br/>The young man's skinned Beowulf hung on the wall behind him, and he was surrounded by Drinks, Men, and Women who all wanted to hear the story of his arrival.<br/>"I swear, I wanted to start dancing and telling jokes to make them- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The newcomer couldn't finish as the roar of laughter grew louder and louder and louder.<br/><br/>The two men from that time sat next to Vasili, cradling their drinks and looking down in embarrassment.<br/>They had each said their apologies a long time ago, and now all they wanted to do was go home and forget about the whole mess.<br/>Or throttle Vasili. That works too.<br/><br/>For hours into the night they told stories, drank, and got to know Vasili as he was joining the Hunters post.<br/>The night ended with an hour singing a certain song, with Vasili leading on from on top of a table. Pint of Ale in hand, drinking, but mostly spilling all over himself and the other patrons around him.<br/><br/><em>"You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary!<br/>You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey!<br/>Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile!<br/>I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style!<br/>You can take my urn to Feur, spread my ashes all about! HEY!<br/>Or you can bring me down to Eis beach and dump the sucker out!<br/>Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while!<br/>I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style!"</em><br/><hr/><br/>And that was all in one day.<br/>Definitely less than 24 hours.<br/>Since then, he's gone on patrols, made friends with the rest of the Town. Made a mockery of the Faunus, Dun, and his human Friend, Jack.<br/>The original Beowulf disguise stayed hung up on the Tavern wall, but Vasili went out and made two more. Both of which he presented to Dun and Jack as a Birthday Gift. Coincidentally they had the same Birthday, and coincidentally they both had the same reaction, and they both hated Vasili even more.<br/>For three years he had gotten a long with the residents of Schwarz and the Huntsman and Huntresses assigned their.<br/>And out of those three years he had only known about the Academy for Six Months.<br/><br/>It's not that Vasili liked school or anything. It was just that it was warm, and he got to meet new people who weren't so old, grumpy, and tired.<br/>Minus the Hunters posted there.<br/><br/>Like today, for example.<br/>New people. New Teams.<br/>Fresh Blood.<br/>Currently, Vasili hid in the Kitchen, taking food here and there and largely remaining out of sight.<br/>His current goal for today was to not get caught and go exploring some more.