[center][color=FFD700][h2]Razor WhiteFang - Beacon Cliff edge/Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning[/h2][/color][/center]

Razor had just finished the final preparations and cleaning measures for his yoyos when he heard the announcement for the First years to head towards the cliff. Razor placed his weapons into the pouch on his side and raced towards the location. As Razor walked towards the edge of the cliffs he noticed that more and more students where gathering for initiation. He stood with the other group of students worried that his Semblance would activate. Razor listened to Glynda and chose one of the platforms to stand on. He looked from Glynda to the headmaster and sighed. [i]Guess he’s letting his secretary do all the talking again[/i] Razor thought  

To his surprise the headmaster began to speak to them. As he listened he wondered why the rest of the students were attending the academy.  I wonder how many students have taken this and failed because they thought they were qualified or got in because of their money or connections. [i]For that matter, I wonder how many people just wanted to be considered a hero and nothing more[/i] Razor thought. Razor was suddenly thrown out of his thought where he heard about the teams and how they would be decided. 

“That’s not good,” Razor said as he bit his thumb and added, “How can I avoid them now? The first person you see will be on your team.” Razor thought about the ways to avoid it, but everything he thought of didn’t work out well in his mind. He sighed again, “I’ll just wing it I guess.” Razor then listened to the instructions and another wave of panic filled his body. [i]Fighting alongside others against Grimm? Damn it, it just keeps getting worse! It’s bad enough we’ll be placed in teams, but what happens if I go primal around them while fighting[/i]? Razor thought as the image of his latest nightmare flashed in his mind.

“Ok, calm down. Just find the crystals, get to the platforms and try to lead some of the Grimm away,” Razor planned before he continued, “If anything happens, I should be far enough away.”  Razor readied himself as some of the students were thrown from the platforms. [i]Have faith Razor. You might think isolation can help, but sometimes the company of others can be the greatest power of all. That’s why we hunt in packs. Your Semblance may scare you, but know it will one day help those around you[/i]. His father’s words echoed in his mind.

“I hope you’re right father, I truly hope,” Razor said before he took a deep breath. He took out his two Wolf Bite yoyo’s before he felt the gears in the platform turn before he was launched from the platform.  He soared through the air for a few seconds before he whipped one of the yoyos at a tree. The chainsaw blades moved to the outer radius of the yoyo. The blades spun and lodged the yoyo into the tree’s bark.  The string retracted and Razor was pulled towards the yoyo. He quickly dislodged the yoyo from the bark and grabbed onto one of the trees branches. 

Razor quickly climbed down the tree in hopes he could get a head start on finding the crystals and avoiding other students. In his haste he skipped a branch and suddenly fell to the ground. He hit a few tree branches on the way down before he hit the ground. 

“Well, that hurt,” Razor said as he lay on the ground for a few second before he started to get up and added, “Nice start, but I need to get moving before someone shows up.”