Sitting on his bench, Vincent looked around calmly. The humans were staring at him, he was a faunus, and the faunus stared at the mask that hung at his side. They could guess at its meaning, but if they did they'd be outed by the staff for knowing that. And they'd be wrong anyway, he wasn't a part of white fang. When he had been this hadn't been his mask, and he'd never really been a part of it. Thair was nothing to tie him to those extremist scum.
To be honest he hadn't really minded them, as a child he had attended more then one rally. But then at one of the violent ralys his mother had been shot. The government, not really caring about the welfare of a faunus, left him with his father. But his father wasn't the best guy, and he owed money to the wrong people... And they had been better to him then anyone but his mother and the real white fang. They had him infiltrate the terrorists, and he did, but first they let him kill his father.
Wait what?! Oh Damn, he'd missed the whole landing and he was one of the last people on the ship. He didn't give a second look to any of the students, and he slid his mask on his face. He wouldn't be left behind just because he had been reminiscing.