Macaque had a reputation at the DWMA, for being ruthless and clever. He leaned against the wall of the academy, his hands in his pocket as he waited quietly for his Meister.. He was a Weapon, he could turn into a black studded staff..

The gentle wind picked up, his short black hair ruffled slightly..the scarring on his face was enough for all of the other students to know he was not one to be messed with. He lifted his head as you came into view.

There you are..