"Pain is best known by those who have walked in hell"

~Y/N L/N

Formerly Y/N Rose

I am AANMR. The name doesn't matter anymore - it's just letters now, stripped of the family that gave it meaning before they ripped that away too. I'm seventeen, though I feel centuries older. The phoenix soul inside me whispers that age is meaningless when you can die and burn back to life.

I came to Beacon for one reason. Revenge.

Ruby and Yang walk these halls like they own them, like their past never happened. They don't recognize the kid they broke. Good. Let them stay ignorant a little longer. When I'm ready, when I've proven I'm stronger than anything they could ever be, then they'll remember. Then they'll understand what they created when Taiyang ordered them to destroy me.

The flames that dance around my fingers when I'm angry? Those aren't just my Semblance. The phoenix chose me when I was dying in that forest, alone and thirteen and bleeding from where Yang had—

Doesn't matter. That weak child is dead. I killed him myself when I rose from those ashes.

I was rewatching RWBY when suddenly this goober reappeared in the back of my head. So I decided to turn him into a character. Same plot with a few tweaks to make it as ridiculous as possible.