RWBY:Faceless and Emtionless

Death is not the end, there exists another world an Under World of sorts. Not filled with Demons and Devils but it is filled by a void that expands forever and ever its just an endless abyss

That is were I was born, I came to be because of a mistake. I was Death's bigest mistake, unable to die, unable to forget I remember every detail, my birth, my parents dead at my feet when I came into the world, I am an everlasting half-life.

My only difference to the looks of normal human and faunus, my hands are bone, no skin without flesh.

They do dont fall away when struck nor do they waft away with the wind they stick together and the bone vanishes beneath the skin at my elbows.

The rest of my body is skinny showing all the bone that lay under the large organ that is my flesh except my face which is missing skin off the right side showing the bone beneath

No one talks to me like a friend any more, only snickering and calling me a freak, a worthless sack of flesh and the most pathetic excuse for a being.

I ignore the comments and insults made about me, they would hurt but I dont feel any more, I work like a machine never caring about others always a dull look in my eyes.

Beacon has been the worst place for me, as a second year Huntsman in training, I go out on missions with expirenced Huntsmen and Huntress'

And what of my Team. My team? They're dead, died during our first year, Ursi killed Rahlli and Mary then Ash commited suicide because she couldnt handle being with "an emotionless skeleton of what could have been a man" so she killed herself by falling from the roof of Beacon and when I tired to tell her to stop. I froze, like I knew no matter what was going to be said she would die and so she fell, broke her neck, spine, ribs, hip. Almost every bone in her body.

So I am now whats left of my supposed Team.

My name is never spoken
My face, barely seen
And my secrets are everlasting like my semblance