[h3] [color=pink] Paris Rosaline - Rosaline Estate - Two Days Ago [/color] [/h3]

A young man stood under the light of a giant glowing Cherry Blossom. The young mans pink hair swayed in unison with the tree's branches giving the appreance that his hair was apart of the trees leaves. The young man pushed aside his swaying hair out of his face as he studied the fully blossomed tree with indifference, his red eyes barely moving as he focused on the shattered moon behind the leaves and branches. If he wasn't feeling such a hazy mix of emotions he would find it all symbolic but instead it was just sad. His entire existence was bound to this damn tree, he is to take care of it and keep it from destroying everything his family owns. Sakura Rosaline, is what the tree is called. When his family found it, it was already hundreds of years old but shortly after it started to absorb the dust minerals from a now abandoned Mine. Normally when a tree is in contact with dust and especially how much this one had absorb it would kill it and cause untold destruction to the area. But this tree was different. It was in harmony with the dust, for the most part. It still needs a caretaker to keep it from destroying itself in a massive display of fire, earthquakes and winds and other dangers of catastrophic levels, this was done by the Rosaline family whose unique Semblance allowed them... him, to stabilize the dust within it bark to keep it under control for a few weeks before he would need to do it again.

He sighs outloud, this tree was his master to put it bluntly, if it wasn't here he would be free to have control of his own life and be free but instead he's on a tight lease until he has kids of his own to deal with this blasted thing but he would be no better then his parents. This tree has caused so many cycles of resentment. But it was just the life of a Rosaline, a life of duty to the family and of Vale.

The young man raised his hand which carried a scroll by his follow Classmat, Fern of team FRST, he has read dozens of times already, he has already sent letters to his teams relaying the news of the content of the scroll to them. He closed thr scroll slowly, as he remembered the details such as how both his and Fern's teams will group up at the Vale Docks on Monday and go on a mission for the Headmaster himself, a sort of recon mission from what little she told him and if he knew ozpin as he likes to think so, it wasn't her fault. For thr Headmaster has a reputation for always hiding the truth from people, even from his most trusted associates. But that's not the pink haired youth place to judge if he has a mission for him he will do it for that's the duty of the Huntsmen, a true Huntsmen. 

Paris stared intensly at the scroll blankly before he smiles at his own naivety, a Huntsmen are just human and Faunas like anybody else, they aren't inherently good people, that's impossible to be no matter how hard people like to think otherwise. A person is made by their choice. Paris had limited choices due to his lease to this tree but even so, with his life tethered to such a tight lease around this duty, a lease can be pulled both ways, and he will pull until he's free enough choose his own life.

His own choices. 

[h3] [color=pink] Paris Rosaline - Vale Docks - Monday Morning [/color] [/h3]
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Paris was looking over the docks onto the sea with a smile as the sun raised over the horizon, making the seas and skies into beautiful hues of reds, oranges and yellows as the final Remnants of the night are all but gone. 

His hair swayed in the early misty breeze. His smile showed the world his comfort of who he is, for the first time since the start of his school break. His family always has a way to make him second guess himself with everything. But that not important now, what's is the mission detailed to him by Fern who is to meet him here any second now. As he was patiently waiting for both of the teams he is was hoping he wouldn't have to wait much longer. For the fishermen were starting to arrive with their nightly game.