SEPA part 1- Ash

   Ash Burns was sitting in this train, the godspeed number 631, third class, fifth row back. Well, thats what his ticket said, but due to the prejudice of the operators against faunus, he was in the cargo car, with the other animals. He didn't understand why, but he knew this was the way things were, and how they were going to stay. His position wouldn't tell you godspeed, where it will 'keep on steaming until the world turns to dust'. Ever since he was a kid he remembered being teased, more accurately, oppressed, from his pink hair, to the yo-yo's that he held in his hands. He never was considered strong in the sense of physical brawn, but the mind... thats where his strength came from. He brought down many foes with these yo-yo's strapped around his waist. There were 8 total, 2 for repelling, 2 knives, 2 that shot out dust, and 2 mines. He could easily change them to anything he wanted, but these were the most practical to him. Using these weapons he earned his unique position to Beacon academy, and he hoped to being a light to it.
   He observed his surroundings and noticed how badly it stank, so he went to the hay bales and climbed on top, so he could reach the window. He then ha a better idea, instead of wasting money on a ticket, he would 'work his way up'. Ash extended the string from his repelling yo-yo's and attached a grappling hook at the end and threw them into the top window of the car. He then pressed the inside of them and they automatically wound him up to the window. They were using small amount of fire dust to power the tiny motor, and frost to keep it cool. His design of course, and he was proud of that. He remember quite clearly what led to this design, he and his brother were playing by the waterfall behind their little cottage. Suddenly, his brother Pierce fell and was caught by a branch. He couldn't fin anyone to help him so, he looked around, tree? No. Branches? Not a good grip, could break. Rocks? No, we're trying to save him. Vines? There aren't any. My Yo-yo? Perfect, hopefully the string will hold. Then he realized, 'braiding the string will make it stronger.' So he very quickly and haphazardly braided the string and rescued his brother. Ash couldn't tell if he was crying, or just wet, so he took him to the house and then went to th workshop.
   That was where his fondest memories lay, the workshop. The smell of dust, oil, and well, dust. The taste of grease in the air. Th feeling of the impossible that could be accomplished through work. Every time a problem arrived his dad would go into the shop and make a solution. Until he died in a farming accident, the poor man was killed by a tree that they were chopping down.
    'Right, the train, i need to get to my seat.' He clambered up onto the roof, his 17 year old horns glowing in the sun. Yes, his faunus class was 'ram' the 'thick skulls', the 'idiots of all the faunus', were the only good thing was work the farms. 'Ugh, getting melancholy again!' He said as he started to climb through a window into the 2nd class car, 'at least I'm not one of those stupid...'