Scar thought his life on the island of Britali was perfect, he grew up learning that anything that wasn't perfectly human was obscene and evil... that is until he becomes imperfect...
A/N: so mega quick before we begin, a bit of background. This story began life in 2015 so before we knew what would happen to Yang (i dunno, bloody good luck on my part I guess) it used to be on a different website and it was technically my first ever fanfic, but seen as I've now made my permanent home on this here website i thought I'd bring it over. Also mad thanks to my bro Timsplosiondoodles on instagram for the art of scar (and one other piece which you'll see later on) he's incredible and if you need some art done hit him up! Right! Let us begin...
Sunday, a day for Yang to relax and just sleep in whilst the rest of team RWBY went into town to do some shopping. "Why would any shop be open on Sunday anyway?" Yang had once asked her sister
"I don't know but there's a department store with a café which only opens on Sundays so why not?" Ruby had replied. It made Yang wonder, but not so much as to find out for herself anyway. Yang sat up on her bed, looking into the darkened room with only a single ray of sunlight traveling through the half-opened curtains, she drew the curtains back to reveal a view she had become all too familiar with yet still found it to be beautiful (for a school anyway). As Yang stared out at the arrival and departure bay of the airships she noticed someone. A tall young man with a blue coat that reached down to his ankles and a silver colored left arm, being dropped off by a jet-black Bullhead. That's all she could make out of his appearance from such a long distance, but what caught her attention about him was how he walked out of the ship, almost like he was angry, No not angry concerned perhaps?
The young Man Yang had noticed was known as Scar, Scar had a long face with a defined and tapered chin, His mouth always seemed to have a permanent smile as if concocting a childish prank constantly, his hair was short and messy as if he had just gotten out of bed. His face held forward and in a steady gaze that had an air of determination which seemed to almost electrify any who saw him striding along. His military grey trench coat covered a white buttoned shirt with blue trousers. Brown boots protruded from under the coat as he walked towards professor Ozpin's office. One eye was a piercing blue the other was purely mechanical as was his left arm. As Scar looked down at his arm that night came flooding back to him in an almost painful memory.
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Last year, at the age of 17 Scar was walking home from his uncle's house after a long day of training in his hometown of Britali past an abandoned warehouse when it happened, 2 figures dressed in white were attacking an old man and his wife. Being a huntsman, he attempted to stop both thugs on his own, he failed to stop them however as he was severely injured by the 2 masked brutes, yet they were not the ones that kept him awake at night, someone he never saw from the shadows had single handedly taken both his arm and eye with one attack. One sudden throw of what he could only remember as being a bladed gun weapon being hurled at him. First the blade cut his arm straight through then it flew up along his body up to his eye never leaving his skin for a single second. Scar was in agony and fell to the floor looking at the darkness of the silhouetted warehouse, the last thing he remembered seeing, 2 illuminating yellow eyes staring down at him and the words "Guess he won't be needing his arm anymore, throw it in the river, and leave this wannabe hero to die!"
