Mule

Despite your overwhelming strength and endurance, you are a mutt amongst the mutts. Even other faunus, who you thought would understand, insult you and take part of the cruelty. All kinds of people and hybrids take pleasure in your pain as they knew you were passive. Being called a son of an ass was nothing compared to what they would say and do to you. Scars physically were visible and run deep, but emotional scars were too traumatic. Without support, you withered even after escaping the forest.

Now without your parents, you live in a cruel world where you can only trust yourself and your anchor. The heavy metal object used to stop ships now acts as a weapon of pure destruction. It was too dense and heavy to break as well as it being connected to chains making it a perfect close to medium ranged weapon. If that fails, the anchor seconds as a portable ballista. A heavy arrow lies in the anchor, giving it a piercing end as it sticks out, threatening to kill.

After month's of no money, you bit your tongue and pride and headed off to the soup kitchen.