[hider= Divergent Reality-Oswald] Name: Oswald Connoly

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Tenacious Hound- A battle rifle (with an affixed bayonet) which transforms into bastard sword with a fork that travels about three-quarters of the way down the blade. While in its rifle form, the Tenacious Hound fires rounds comparable to the 7.62mm NATO round. While in sword mode, the Hound can channel Dust energy between the forks of its blade and, with a slash of the blade, unleash the energy as a small wave.

Semblance: Oswald’s Semblance remains unchanged- he retains the ability to teleport about 50 feet, in order to get closer to another living creature.

Personality: This version Oswald is much, much less serious than his [i]Heroes of Beacon[/i] counterpart, owing to the fact that he has never truly known any sort of suffering in his life. He is a joyous, happy-go-lucky kid, with a heart of gold. Sure, he loves to pull pranks and tell jokes, but there are few people more kind-hearted than he is. 

Appearance: Physically, Oswald is an entirely different person. Simply muscular, rather than wide and stocky, Oswald weighs approximately 170 pounds, though his height is unchanged, at 5’10”. The scar on his lip is mostly vanished, owing to a lack of stress allowing it to heal properly, and he lacks many of the bodily scars Oswald has. His armor is quite similar to what he wears now, though the color scheme is vastly different. The brigandine he wears is a brilliant silver color with white trimming, and his gauntlets have essentially been color-swapped, with silver taking up the majority of the gauntlets and black marking the details. His greaves are similarly colored, and his black pants and boots are replaced with sandy-colored versions of themselves. 

Emblem: Oswald’s emblem is image of a scarlet mastiff’s head, set upon a white shield background with golden trim. This is in line with his name, “Fierce Hound of the King”

History: Until the day which began the Great Siege of Brookeborough, Oswald’s life was idyllic, if somewhat tumultuous. He fought Grimm, hunted for food, and patrolled the small village he called home. 

And on the day that would begin that Great Siege, the man who would carry out the attack that resulted in the deaths of so many…tripped. One rock was all it took to change the path of so many lives. [/hider]

[hider=Divergent Reality-Exile]”You have been accused of conspiracy to commit treason against the people of Brookeborough. We have seen the evidence discovered in your home, and the people have made their judgments against you. We need only one more thing…What do you have to say in your defense?” 

Silence penetrated the council’s meeting hall, as the citizens of Brookeborough watched on in worry as to what this man would have to say for himself.

Silence was all they would hear. He had no words, only a subtle shake of his head. 

“I see. In light of the evidence brought against you after the search of your home, I have no choice but to declare you guilty. [Stricken from record], on behalf of the council of elders and the people of Brookeborough, I sentence you to exile. You will be allowed one final meal and a last day of rest before you are sent beyond our walls to seek your own fate. This meeting of the council is adjourned. Guardians, bring this man to his domicile and make sure he is comfortable in these last hours. He will likely not feel so again.” 

Chatter broke out among the people in attendance, relief and anger flowing through the council hall. Whispers of hatred and confusion struck Oswald’s ears as he followed the senior Guardians who were escorting the middle-aged Engineer out of the hall. 

He had to echo their confusion. How could somebody feel so full of hatred at their fellow man as to turn to worship of the Grimm? How could somebody plot the destruction of their neighbors and family while working to protect those same people? 

It was insanity, he was convinced. But this man was a threat to their lives. They’d seen the bombs, heard the story about how he nearly blew a hole in the town square when one of his weapons malfunctioned. Thankfully he hadn’t actually primed the explosives as he carried them, or there wouldn’t be much of a town square left for anybody to walk through. 

The next morning, Oswald stood atop the wall, alongside the team leaders of the Brookeborough Guardians. He himself wasn’t considered a Guardian, nobody below the age of 16 could be, even if they had passed all of the practical exams. However, he was welcomed among them to watch as the traitor was sent away from the village. Even with a week’s worth of supplies, he was almost guaranteed to die between here and Vale. Even a small settlement would be too far, unless he was secretly a master survivalist as well. 

“Good riddance. Sonuvabitch would’ve killed us all if he had the chance. I’d have loved to get my hands on him for an hour or two.”
“Can it, McElroy, you don’t gotta look tough in front of the kid. I doubt any of us disagree. Bastard had to go. Doesn’t mean we gotta sit here thinking about revenge against him. He got caught, we won, he’s not gonna hack it out there two days, let alone a week. Bet you my left axe he ends up Grimm food when he realizes he ain’t got toilet paper out there.” As the elder Guardians laughed, Oswald looked down at the man slowly walking away from the village walls, a hefty pack on his back. 

They were right, he knew. That engineer was quite the frail man, even if times of abundance. In the wilderness, two days was generous. He’d likely be so terrified that he’d attract a pack of Beowulves before midnight. 

But it didn’t much matter. Exile was one of the only official punishments the village handed out, and it wasn’t done lightly. Few were expected to survive the two-hundred-plus mile journey to Vale, if any at all. Guardians would be easily capable of it so long as they had a weapon, even so little as a wooden spear would suffice for warding off Grimm if one had a capable Aura.
“Hey, Connoly, quit daydreaming! You kids are setting out in a few hours, better get your shit ready!” Shaking his head to quiet his contemplation, Oswald ran after the others. 

This would be the last time he thought of the would-be traitor. Nothing had come of it, after all. [/hider]