A/N - I didn't make the photos for any of the OC's but this ones was made by the OC holder of this one. Who if you ask for a link to who I will see if I can access a link for it.

'Brim had been born to a place that most didn't know about with a few exceptions, even fewer knew of his dead name and less knew he had siblings. The doctor had always been a happy if not hyper individual if you asked others they would say he was a annoying and kinda dumb person. He would say how did you get to my office? I had it locked, I think? All this hides his past and covers him.

Brim was born well, it doesn't matter what his dead name was he won't respond to it. Brim was born to a rather rich and strict house and had been one of nine children. When he was in his family he had been sent to see if he had been even worthy of being born along with seven of his other siblings. Only the eldest had her life with no strings attached, a life where she could be the heir their father could mould. Now thats not to say that brim was taken directly as a babe, no he was allowed a normal life for his first five years, those were relatively happy he had his older sister even babying him and helping but he couldn't to this day remember her face.or much else about her. But he remembered the basement, its smell and screams, the face of his younger siblings meld together aside one. Brim had since the day of his fifth birthday been in the basement he had to fight with little means; he hadn't even known he had other siblings before that day and thought he only had an adult older sister.

His first clear memory is of fighting for a loaf of bread and glass of milk, he wasn't sure how old he had been, he didn't remember who he had been fighting. But that had been when he first activated the healing ability, stopping him from bleeding out and dying and exhausting his brother to the point where he passed out, he got the food and milk that day, he after that had gotten nearly killed each day after that, testing his semblance. He had not always won, he could never win any punch he did; didn't hurt his opponent and tired him it wasn't till much later he found out that was part of his semblance. So he had to get creative and tire his siblings out, twice to death.

Death wasn't a stranger to the basement, his fourth day there the oldest died after his father deemed him unworthy, from what brim found out it was because he had no semblance, it was strange to brim to see that but it horrified him to see his other sibling pounce on the body like starved dogs tearing it limb from limb, he wished he could say he didn't take part the other two times it happened, he really did wish it, but he would be lying. It is an image that haunts him every night after he was released from that prison, to see and eat his older brother and sister he wished he could remember their names but he couldn't but the pain on their face was forever burned into his memories. Brim was one of two who lived from that room, his father saw he had a valuable semblance and decided he was able to go to Beacon.

He dreaded going, he worried about how to communicate with others he wasn't good at talking to others, he also had trouble paying attention to others as he was too busy looking at things. It was his older sister who helped him learn how to talk to others in a non-child-like way, that same face that looked away when he was taken to the basement. He resented her for not going through what he did, but he tried to hide that. The first meal he ate out of the basement made him sick, as did the others until months after he never could eat meat after the basement, not after eating the siblings he killed.

Arriving at Beacon scared him. He had been out of the basement for a year by then and could talk and write. He knew basic English but was better at math and science. He was put on a team "GRAA" he still had to out-smart his opponents or catch them off guard but his fighting wasn't bad he had trouble controlling his semblance though, making it to where he never could fight to kill or to gravely hurt others. It was Ozpin that noticed his issues and helped him with some of them, he became the first friend he had and a father figure.'

"Troy's back"

*Broke the silence of writing, putting the paper down and looking up at the man he had just been writing about brim looked stunned.*

"Back, where is he, where is ... let me see him" he paused.

It was no secret he viewed Troy as a son nor was it one that Troy was going to be checked over.

*He followed Ozpin to that headache of a boy just to drag him off for a check up, he yelled at him for scaring him, worry clear in his gray eyes.*

"Please Troy don't do that again... I'm glad you're back with minimal injuries, get some rest, do you need some medicine to help with the nightmares?"

Getting the normal no response was expected from him

"At least lay down your staying in here I'll be over there writing get me if you need something" he sighed knowing the boy wont sleep and went back to his desk.

He got back to writing once he saw Troy, less tension in his shoulders at seeing the boy he had over the years grown to see as a son, even if he didnt know it.

'When brim was twenty his father was arrested and put on trial seeing the man who caused all the suffering he went threw would have broken him so he didnt go, his brother went but his brother also later had funeral that month, brim never blamed him he understood that it was to much, his sister took over the trading business, metal for weapons was profitable for his old family but by then he was in medical school, and had legally changed his name to Brim Stone, he had also began his transition that year.

He was twenty five when he became a general medical doctor, and took a job at Beacon as the doctor they desperately needed, he also still went on missions quite often ending up with a younger man named Qrow they formed a friendship. Though he constantly got on to him for spending all the money on alcohol he wouldn't trade him for anything.

Life went on he grew comfortable in his position gaining a gardening hobby along with a love for ducks, he never had a serious relationship but dated a few men. It wasn't until he was thirty four that things changed. When Troy was found seeing the wounds on him took the good doctor back to his own childhood, he prayed that the kid never had to go through all he did, but he was pissed he had to go through anything like it regardless.

Another friend of his taught Troy to write while they slowly acclimated him to living, getting him used to eating normal foods, finding his love for rootbeer, slowly finding the child to be a lovable headache. He even taught him some first-aid and how to stitch and clean wounds.'

Rubbing his eyes he put the paper down, he would burn it later when he was less tired, and hungry.

*He looked at the clock*

"a bit past midnight Troy, would you like some ice-cream?" he asked, looking at the goat faunus with a warm smile.

He after a few minutes of no answer just went to get them both rootbeer floats knowing he wouldn't turn down rootbeer after all, he also took the papers with him as he didn't trust Troy to not look at them, he was after all one who hoard secrets. He let out a yawn as he made the treats, keeping his bag with him as Troy again has a habit of taking sharp things. He returned after a few minutes with the float and handed it to troy while taking small bites of his own looking outside as the sun began to rise marking a new day, so long as it didn't rain he would burn the papers then it was past time he let go his father was dead and he had a semi healthy relationship with his sister now he just had to help this generation and it looks like the team Troy is going to be on would be quite a lot of work

He set out after nodding off unsure where Troy left to, he was near the pond with the ducks he loved to watch and started a fire and waited for it to grow hot, he watched the embers knowing that some would wonder what he was doing he tossed in the papers as watched them burn some before seeing something very shiny and walking to it in a near trance he needed shiny for his collection of other shiny stuff, some would swear he had issues and he never argued that he was happy to let those papers burn he was letting go of that past, of the person he use to be.

Troy's POV

*I had seen Brim toss some burning papers and the just as soon become distracted by a shiny item once again and as I grab the papers putting the flames out and reading over them quickly out of curiosity and then after I finish reading them I set them ablaze a distance away with some fire dust and then extinguish the fire soon after as I walk away heading to the auditorium for the start of Beacon Academy.*

A/N - Okay thats done now fair warning I didn't write all of this chapter in fact I only wrote my OC's POV the rest of this was written by the holder of the OC not me.

~Troy