“Maybe I’m just not cut out to make friends. Any time I try to I always fail at it. All these years and still no luck.” Silver commented, arms crossed as he leaned against a nearby tree.

“As I keep telling you, that day’s bound to come eventually. You just have to hang in there and wait. Friendships just don’t happen instantaneously like you think.” Gray, Silver’s foster father, hinted as he cleaned his sword.

“At the moment I’m starting to wonder if there’s even a point in making friends. What’s to say that even if I do make friends, that they won’t just up and ditch me? I’ve been on my own without friends for a long time Pops, maybe I actually don’t need them.” Silver let out a light groan.

Gray sighed deeply, and placed his sword back into its sheath. He knew he didn’t raise the kid to be so stubborn. He got back up onto his feet and walked over to where Silver was, followed by grabbing him by his shirt collar.

“Now listen to me son, and listen good. Take a good look at me.. Does it look like things turned out great when I was on my own without friends? I’m pretty much completely blind in my right eye because I had nobody to defend me when I was about your age. That’s not even the half of it. If I didn’t have friends, I most likely would’ve either died from the blood loss of losing my leg, or been finished off by the beowolf the took it off.” He paused to take a deep breath.

“Point is, you need friends whether you really think you do or not. Just keep waiting and you’ll find your friends. When you finally do find them, you’ll realize just how important they are to you.” He gently let go of Silver’s shirt.

“Yeah, you have a point there Pops. I’ll try not to give up.” Silver responded.

Name: Gray Erikson

Age: 40

Race: Faunus (Wolf)

Color (name wise): Gray

Motif: The wolf (The Wolf and the Man)

Occupation: Huntsman

Key relationship: Foster father and mentor to Silver Erikson.

Appearance: Short spiky/semi-shaggy gray hair, muscular build with tan skin, faunus trait being wolf ears on his head, golden eyes, has a scar on his right eyelid and is mostly blind in that eye, has a prosthetic left leg.

Clothing: charcoal colored trench coat, gray collared t-shirt, black pants, and black boots.

Weapon: Broadsword that turns into a shotgun.

Semblance: ‘Blindside’: Able to increase his speed and attack his opponent’s blind spot where they aren’t looking.

Personality: Gray tries to stay calm and collected and is usually in that mindset. Due to past experiences, he grew to have a bad temper and now tries to keep his temper under control. The last thing he wants is to not only cause others to avoid him, but to have another experience in drawing in attention from the Grimm.

Details about Gray’s life

How Gray got his scar on his right eye:

When he was a teenager, Gray got into a physical fight with a man who was racist against faunus. A dagger the man was armed with ended up slicing him right on the right eyelid, and resulted in him not just getting a scar, but cost him most of his eyesight in that eye.

How he lost his left leg:

After losing his brother to a Grimm attack, Gray couldn’t control his temper. He was filled with so much anger among other negative emotions that he couldn’t even focus on his job as a huntsman. In the end, a beowolf attacked him and he lost his leg in the process. 

Relationship with Silver: