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Awesome Jaune story? Yep.

Why? He's my favorite character, followed very very closely by Ruby, THAT'S why.

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Chapter 1: A Confusing Coma

Jaune slowly got to his feet, staring at the enemy.

It was big, it was strong, it had lots of hair, and it wanted to rip him to pieces.

Well... maybe the ripping part was a little too far, but with this unstoppable beast, it was hard to tell.

"COME ON, JAUNE! Get up so I can knock you back down again!" Yang grinned a grin that could only be compared to a barbarian. She cracked her knuckles and waited for the knight to get back up.

Jaune's aura ran along his skin in a subtle blue glow as the pain faded away... every time he got into these situations, the pain seemed to go away a little bit quicker, so maybe that was a sign of improvement?

'Improvement in not feeling like a bitch while getting knocked around like a bitch? Not much of an improvement at all really... I'm not getting much stronger from this...' he thought sadly in his head. He was stubborn, some might say his head was harder than the diamonds inside Remnant's core, but it gave him the strength to get back up.

Yang's grin brightened, "ALRIGHT!" she charged at him, her fists ready to pound him to pieces.

Jaune REALLY hated this day.

Usually the students were paired with people of similar skill level... usually, but when Professor Goodwitch had revealed a special program they'd be using today to match random people up with other people, "To spice up today's events." Jaune had found his fight literally 'spiced up' by the fiery blonde.

At least she laughed when he cracked the pun, it gave him a small amount of confidence, making such a beautiful girl laugh, and what a laugh it was! He swore that the only way to summarize how cute and pretty the noise was, was to call it a 'fairy giggle'. It was nice, certainly something that distorted his image of Yang.

Those distortions were forcefully knocked back into place at the same time that Jaune was knocked back into the wall by the initial punch.

'Looks like an angel, hits like a freight train.' he thought as he got out of the wall. His aura had taken a decent hit, but he made sure to keep his shield up and block what he could, luckily Yang's fists didn't damage his shield, though that said nothing about the arm it was held by.

Jaune let out a battlecry as he charged her in return, swinging his sword in a wide arc.

Yang was cocky, that was for sure and certain beyond any shadow or light of a doubt. She was also flashy, and so, figuring that blocking the blade would be too easy, instead smirked and backflipped to avoid the swing.

Jaune's eyes widened as the blade traveled through Yang's mass of golden blonde hair, slicing off a small lock of it, a few inches long and several strands wide.

"..." Jaune feared for his life.

Yang's energetic and bright gaze faltered when she saw Jaune staring fearfully at the floor. She traced his line of sight and her eyes flared up crimson red as she looked at the small tuft of severed hair laying on the floor.

Up in the stands, Ruby cringed, "Pyrrhy, sorry about Jauney." she said apologetically, her tone a bit meek.

Pyrrha looked at Ruby, "Is Yang... glowing?" her words were a bit fearful.

Ruby nodded, "Jaune might get killed a little bit." her silver eyes spoke only the truth.

Pyrrha gulped.

Yang's fist collided with Jaune's shield, the only thing keeping her from denting it was his aura firmly keeping it solid.

Jaune's world flew away as his body casually backed up over the sound barrier and he felt overwhelming pain all over, a slight blue glow surrounding him as he skipped over the ground a few times. He blacked out from the sheer sensory overload.

Yang snapped back to reality when she registered what just happened... she just launched Jaune through several goddamn feet of concrete wall and outside the building!

Professor Goodwitch's eyes widened in shock, "Uh..." she was lost for words for a few moments, then caught herself, "Yang Xiao Long is the winner, and someone please go transport Mr. Arc to the infirmary." she announced, tapping on her scroll.

Up in the stands once more, Ruby and Pyrrha's eyes widened, and Ruby disappeared as she used her semblance to speed ahead.

Things were going to be interesting.

"Well, his body's aura has regenerated at an extraordinary rate, luckily. He should regain consciousness by tonight at six'o'clock, no later than seven." the nurse read off to the concerned group gathered.

Ren was the first to respond, a quiet, "Thank you." before walking over to his 'bro', as the two had come to call each other during their time as teammates and friends.

Ruby sped over, leaving a burst of quickly dissolving red rose petals as she quickly hugged her unconscious best friend, "Please wake up sooner~." she whined, but the whine was adorable and very genuinely concerned.

Weiss nodded, "Well, that's good." she really had no other reason to be there other than providing a small amount of moral support by basically doing nothing but showing up, and she had done so, checking off the task in her mental list. With her part done, she turned on her heels and exited the infirmary.

Blake did the same, not for lack of wanting to be there, but for lack of ability to do anything. She would show up when he awoke and say a few words, then go about her life. She and Jaune didn't have much between them, but he at least deserved to know that his friends cared that he lived.

Nora skipped over to Ren and looked at Jaune's unconscious face, "Come on, Renny, we should go... uh... st-st-study... or something." she tugged his sleeve. She would rather look at a book than at her leader's deadpanned, slightly pained expression. Ren conceded, gave Jaune a pat on the shoulder, and left with his ginger companion, her usually bubbly attitude muted by the atmosphere of the situation.

Pyrrha sat on the edge of Jaune's bed, not wanting to interrupt the younger girl's hug just to replace it with her own, as that would be selfish and rude. She placed a reassuring hand on his knee and smiled warmly at his face, however her smiled quickly faltered into a soft frown.

Yang felt conflicted. Now, beyond her flaming razorblade minefield of an exterior, Yang was an incredibly caring and kind individual. To say that her heart was made of twenty-four karat gold was a harsh and very demeaning understatement. She was radiant and strong and confident and beautiful.

She was also brash, impulsive, cocky, flirty, teasing, and incredibly vain, but only about her hair. She was Yang Xiao Long, to change anything about her would be to make her stop being Yang Xiao Long.

She had also once read Jaune's journal... that had provided more insight than she could have ever hoped for. Jaune's journal was nothing like she expected. She expected it to be a log of a few sentences per day, maybe a couple of drawings here and there, and some notes to himself. That, or a recounting of him secretly creeping on the six females that make up six-sevenths of his circle of friends.

Instead what she had found were highly detailed recountings of every day he had time to write. Written progressively throughout each day, every entry she read providing insight. He had dozens of drawings, many of which were of his friends, sometimes they were made up, such as one where he had drawn a happy Weiss in a business suit and himself in an apron, titling the image 'Work Wife and House Husband', which she laughed at. He had written long, eloquent, flowery, drawn-out descriptions of his feelings for all of his female friends, detailing the facets of their beauty and reducing his more hormone-induced attraction to small, flattering statements, along with mentioning how he would most-likely never be good enough for any of them, how he was too weak and needed to be stronger, how he felt that, if he could ever win the heart of any of them, he could die a happy man.

It wasn't ideal to recall all of this golden information while looking the injured man in his unconscious face, said unconsciousness being entirely her own fault. She would wait for now. She didn't know at what point in her reminiscing that she had acquired a chair and sat on the blond knight's right, but here she was.

"You should apologize, you know." Pyrrha spoke up for the first time since Jaune's status was announced, her voice was a bit scratchy and her tone was a bit more tense than she would have liked, so she cleared her throat and took a breath, "I mean... you kno-"

"Yes I know!" Yang snapped back, before wincing at the edge in her voice and softening her tone, "I'm just thinking of how to start my apology, I mean, I really hurt him bad!" she felt horrible, if Jaune was probably anyone else, she would have killed him with what she did, it was only because of his massive aura reserves that he had even survived the blow.

Why had she hit him that hard? Sure she had lost a bit of hair, but the rest of it made the lost portion look like it wasn't even gone, and she had incidentally lost more hair than that before... she was fighting him, but she would punch anyone who damaged her hair in a fight... she trusted him, because he made Ruby happy by being her friend, maybe that was it, in the moment, she had seen his damaging her hair as betraying her trust.

Jaune was a lot of things, goofy, dorky, clumsy (though he had been improving a lot), he was NOT a traitor, he may lie a bit, but he did NOT betray intention or secrets.

He was quite cowardly at times, but when it came to his friends in danger, he was a prime specimen of courage. She felt that if he acted more confident, he would probably be hot as hell, which would be a big heaping bonus to her real feelings.

You see, Yang knew something important, something she and Ruby had in common:

Demisexuality.

Ruby had a crush on Jaune, Yang knew this, because he was her friend, there was an emotional connection, a feeling of trust. After Yang (who later felt very bad for it) ditched her little socially awkward sister on the first day at Beacon, and the events that followed after her ditching, Ruby connected with Jaune, as he was the first one who had showed her any significant amount of kindness after they got off the ship.

Yang could respect Jaune a lot after reading about his sisters. Apparently they all looked up to him despite his flaws, they saw her brother as a superhero, as a genius, as a big, strong, brave, noble knight, even his oldest sister, Jacaranda, who was still ten months younger than him, looked up to him. He had solemnly sworn that he would do anything his sisters asked him to if they did so nicely, or out of need of him. Yang found that extremely respectable and actually quite attractive.

'Stupid knight idiot, why'd you have to make me knock you the fuck out and then think about these feelings?' Yang thought with an angry, but surprisingly heatless tone.

Was it frustration? 'Goddammit I have to stop thinking these things before I convince myself I have a crush on him or something.' now there was a thought, an interesting one.

What would being with Jaune Arc be like? That was quite a question, if she had asked any of their little clique that question, she could guess their answers.

Ruby would be confused, and upon explaining it to her, she would spout many happy words and things, painting Jaune to be some sort of super boyfriend or something, merely by his merits of being a good person.

Weiss would have basically said "Like Hell, but with more idiot blondes."

Blake would probably take the question and either not respond, or deflecting it, only to later think about it like Yang was doing now and driving herself crazy.

Nora would had similar confusion to Ruby, and then shoot the question down by saying that "Me and Renny are together... uh, but not together-together."

Pyrrha would have blushed as red as her hair, and then put the situation into simple, gentle, affectionate words.

Ren would probably be Jaune's wing-man, describing his merits and good side to her and downplaying his flaws and faults.

Yang's own response... she would have to think about that, and being in the presence of Jaune made it easier to think about.

'Let's see, he's a classic knight archetype, he's got a good sense of humor, I mean, he likes my puns for god's sake! From his descriptions he wrote on all of us, he's not some creeper who's perving on all of us under the guise of a goofy guy friend, he actually feels quite legitimately bad about all of us being 'out of his league', but... does he really think he's of such little worth? Maybe if he relaxed and stopped trying too hard to be cool, then he'd see how we all feel about him, hell, he might even get Weiss to like him...'

"Come on, sis, we should let Jaune sleep peacefully." Ruby tugged her sister's arm gently.

"You can apologize when Jaune wakes up, for now... find and procure some chicken nuggets, they're his favorite food." Pyrrha informed as she got up and started walking away.

Yang thought on it a bit, then realized why Pyrrha had dropped that bit of information, 'Dad always said that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' she gave a giggle.

"Ruby, it's not funny." Pyrrha said, stopping and turning on her heels.

Yang simply continued giggling, causing Pyrrha to become confused, "Y-yang?" the giggling sound was very cute and pretty, and most of all, completely unlike something someone would expect from the mouth of Yang Xiao Long.

"She thinks it is, though." Ruby said with a grin, pulling her sister past the confused spartan and out of the room.

Pyrrha looked back at Jaune briefly, seeing the white glow of his aura appear slightly, then a blue glow taking its place after a few seconds.

She had always found that odd, how his aura seemed to change color when healing him, 'It's almost like it's another person's aura entirely... no, no that's just silly, who would, well, more like could do that for Jaune? Nobody.' and with that thought, the redhead left.

Without anyone in earshot, Jaune let out a small groan in his unconscious state.

Jaune opened his eyes, and the sight he was expecting was not the one he got.

He gazed up at the night sky, the moon was in its waxing crescent phase, the shattered portions of the white entity were completely out of view. He stood to his feet, feeling surprisingly balanced, he was in a field of dark, rich green grass, awash in pale, milky white light. Squinting and rubbing his eyes clear, he looked around, and reached for Crocea Mors.

It was not there.

Jaune looked at himself. He was still in his clothes, still wearing his armor, but he didn't have his weapons. He tried to find his scroll, and luckily it was on his person, however the screen was blank and the device did not turn on.

"Great, I'm lost, and I don't know where I am, and I'm unarmed... I have to find a way back to Beacon, I can't give up, I have to find out where I am." he began walking.

For hours he walked, and nothing but gently rolling hills and rich grass were anywhere. Eventually, he saw three robed figures standing together near a standalone brick wall, five large lampposts illuminating the area with an ample amount of clear, clean, almost natural-looking light.

Jaune approached slowly, his body low to the ground, like Blake did with her ninja sneaking. The three figures didn't look dangerous, or even armed, but Jaune could see a strange sight; Crocea Mors resting on top of a short, wide, golden table between the three figures. Maybe if he just charged up and snatched it, and if he acted quickly he could fend them off.

'And then one of them pulls out some sort of ridiculous gun thing and shoots my head off, great plan Jaune!' he continued approaching slowly, before deciding that he may as well face them standing up, and rose to his full height, six-foot-four.

The three figures turned to him, watching without words as he approached them.

"*ahem* Hello, you three, nice night we're having." Jaune greeted in a chilled-out tone, though internally his thoughts could be summarized as a string of rapid-fire swears and prayers.

"So, hehehe, the fifth son shows his face." the one in the purple robe said in a tone Jaune couldn't quite place, it was somewhere between relief and amusement. The man's purple eyes glowed subtly from under his hood, his gaze filled with strength.

"About fucking time, man." the one in the orange robe said, a pair of orange eyes glowing from under his hood, alight with energy and excitement.

"Uh, what do you mean the fifth son?" Jaune asked hesitantly, looking at the third figure.

"..." the one in the yellow robe did not speak at first, his glowing golden eyes were distant, but then they came closer, became warmer and friendlier, more relaxed.

Then, the three men suddenly removed their robes with merely a flash of light.

Jaune swore he was looking into a set of trick mirrors.

In front of him were three figures he'd only seen in pictures back in his childhood home.

"Jaune, hello." spoke the tall, well-built blonde man in a suit of purple fullplate armor, smiling calmly, the Arc Double-Crescent symbol attached in a golden-looking metal onto the center of his chestplate, on his pauldrons, and on his boots.

"We have a lot to talk about, dude." spoke the similarly tall, though more slender and sleekly built blonde man dressed very similarly to Jaune, though with darker jeans, blacker sneakers, and a hoodie with an orange zipper. He wore armor, though it consisted of a single sleek, heavy pauldron on his left arm, a sleek, heavy bracer on his right forearm, and a pair of kneeguards, all in orange.

"Still yourself, son, the situation must be explained carefully." spoke the last man, dressed in a more militaristic style, with a yellow pauldrons, breastplate, and shinguards, as well as what seemed to be a royal blue buttcape with golden trim, Jaune recognized him easiest of all.

It was hard to not recognize the man who has a statue in front of Beacon Academy.

"I... I just don't understand what in the hell is going on." Jaune said, holding his now aching head.

"Well, my dear great great grandson, let us explain it from the beginning." Jacques Arc spoke in a wise tone.

"So dad here made a deal with the spirit of the moon, which controls all sorts of stuff like the night and the stars and, most importantly, the acts of nighttime, y'know what I mean." Jack Arc said with a suggestive grin and a wiggling of his eyebrows.

Jaune blushed a bit, and Jack laughed, "Don't be so shy, lad, that's what's keeping you from getting a girlfriend y'know." the spirit of a man spoke seriously.

Jebediah sighed, "Goddammit dad." he patted his chestplate, and suddenly a purple glow surrounded him as the mass of his fullplate armor redistributed into a pair of pauldrons, bracers, a light chestplate, and shinguards.

Jaune's eyes went wide at the sight, "Whooo-oooa~! How did you do that?"

"Armor and Protection, with neon effect, that is my semblance, Jaune, the armor shift ability is merely one of my skills." the purple-eyed man said simply, before picking up Crocea Mors and presenting it to the young knight, "This belongs to you now, by the way." he spoke reverently.

"YOINK!" Jack snatched the sword and shield with a quickness Jaune had only seen in Ruby, and he quickly flared up his orange aura as he took them into a normal stance, "Now then, Jaune, watch carefully." his orange aura flowed from his hand and into the shield, not around it, but into it, and the white sheath shifted and changed, turning into a bright white sword with veins of orange light holding it in place.

"Sanctus Mendax, the holy liar. Made not of a solid mass, but of millions of strands of metal forged together, all with the intent of creating a weapon capable of taking on any form, though in standard form it is either a sheathe or a shield." Jacques spoke proudly, "My own design, glorious, is it not?"

Jaune was simply awestruck, his shield could turn into a sword this whole time?

"Not just a sword, man, an axe, a spear, a mace, and even." Jack paused to shift the weapon into a massive gauntlet, which he then used to shatter the brick wall behind him in a single punch.

"Stop, you'll only confuse him more," Jacques put a hand on Jack's head, stilling the other man, "Let me continue the explanation before things get more out of hand." he waited for Jaune to respond.

"Er, uh, r-r-r-right, right, something about the moon?" Jaune stuttered out.

"Ah, yes, the spirit of the moon. 'Waste not, want not, not to be poured down the drain, revive and reuse, come to fight again.' that is the blessing sworn to our family." the elderly knight spoke calmly and smoothly, Jaune couldn't help but think that he was really, really cool.

"And you can be 'really, really cool' too, Jaune, if you were to just relax and not try so hard around your ladyfriends." Jebediah said, his voice deep and his tone mirthful.

Jaune sighed and shook himself loose, then smiled a relaxed, calm, cool, and confident.

"BOOM! Panties wet all around!" Jack said, grinning like a barbarian, and Jaune blushed hard while not being sure if his great grandfather was indeed a barbarian or not, "Oh, a knight, a berserker, a barbarian, even a pirate, in fact I immortalized the pirate name 'Jack' into tradition, lad, and that's how I discovered a special half of my semblance." his hands lit up with aura, and a snap of his fingers caused flames to rise from his hand, "Not this half though, this half was the first half." he closed his hand and the fire was instantly put out.

"*AHEM*, where was I? Oh yes, explaining the blessing. Now that it is actually fully active, whenever you are in great danger, or you lose consciousness, one of us three will take over." Jacques gestured to Jack and Jebediah, then walked up to Jaune, standing only two inches taller, and poked him on the chest, "Copies of our spirits lie within you, Jaune, you have access to all of our powers, though you cannot use them willingly until you defeat us, individually, in a mental contest of combat skill, which might be hard for you, but I should tell you something." the progenitor of the Arc name took a step back, and his armor faded away, turning into a black working shirt, an orange undershirt, blue leggings, and brown shoes, "Before I was one of the greatest swordsmen in history, I was a baker."

Jack dropped the sword and shield on the golden table and his clothes burned away to reveal a modest civilian school uniform, "I was a scholar with a major in gymnastics."

Jebediah's armor turned into what looked like plastic and polyester, "I was a grifball player before I joined the military straight out of highschool and went off to the war that had just started."

Jaune looked at the three of them for a long time, before the message clicked in his head, "You weren't natural warriors, you were just normal people who turned your intentions for good into a great strength."

Jacques smiled, "Exactly, Jack was born into a society that had recently come out of a war, and so he was able to live the more joyous and carefree life of an adventurer. Jebediah was born into a nice household, but war started up again, and he did his duty. John grew up hearing tales of his father's and great grandfather's acts of heroism, and he was inspired, so he became a huntsman. Jaune, you are the latest in our line, and already you have shown many signs of being an Arc, and rising from normalcy into greatness."

Jaune mulled over the words, when a thought came to his head, "How come my dad isn't here then? If all my forefathers are here, then why isn't he?"

Jack's answer was low and morbid, "Because... he isn't dead yet."

Silence ruled over the quartet, Jaune's jaw having dropped, he looked at Jebediah, "But, but, how old are you then?"

"My 87th birthday passed this year." the purple-eyed man revealed calmly.

"B-b-but... h-how did you die?"

"*ahem* It is part of the blessing that there can only be two generations of blessed Arc males at one time, favoring the youth, when you were born, Jebediah's auras, his own, the copy of Jack's, and the copy of my own, were all ripped from his body, leaving him weak and stranded in Grimm territory. Despite his massive amounts of skill, he fell to the hordes." Jacques told the tale in a slightly sad tone.

"So... if I have a son..." Jaune started meekly.

"WHEN you have a son." Jack quickly corrected, glaring heatedly at the blue-eyed youth.

"When I have a son... my dad won't have aura anymore?"

All three of his ancestors nodded sadly.

Jaune felt horrible about that, he would basically permanently cripple his father's abilities by having a son of his own.

"HEY!" Jack slapped Jaune so hard it sent him into a barrel roll that crashed into the ground, "Be optimistic here. Your father would wish you well, and he can still live a nice, long life without aura, a lot of people do. What you need to know is that you have an incredible power within you, and it's not going to hurt anyone to use it. Your father's semblance is Healing and Medicine, with radiance effect, just using that power alone, which you can manifest willingly because your father's consciousness isn't blocking you, can give you energy and relieve pain, which you may have noticed it doing automatically whenever you get hit badly. The other three, like we said, you have to defeat us in a mental contest of fighting power. Basically a battle inside your head. Good luck with that, by the way." he took Jaune's hand and pulled him up to his feet with extreme ease.

Jaune processed all of this information in his head, feeling scared, then looking into Jack's eyes.

"Why are your eyes orange?" was the only question he could think of.

"Oh, that's easy, it happened the first time I used my semblance on purpose. My eyes used to be blue like yours, now they're orange, like my aura." Jaune looked at the other two, golden eyes for Jacques, purple eyes for Jebediah.

"So my irises are going to turn white when that happens?" he tried to imagine himself with white eyes.

"Exactly, Jaune, don't worry, they'll look really cool. This is also why your dad still has blue eyes, because his aura is also blue." Jack looked up at the sky, then frowned, "Shit, well, our time is nearly up." he stepped back and pulled up Sanctus Mendax, in sheathe form, again, "Last two bits of info... it's also an aura-powered energy cannon." he fired a blast of fiery energy out into the field, and a massive blast of flames burst forth from the point of impact, "And lastly, we can let you choose which one of us takes over this time, but every time after this, it'll happen automatically." he stepped back to be in a line with Jebediah and Jacques.

Jaune looked conflicted, "Where is my body?"

"In the infirmary, I was able to sense such." Jacques said, "My semblance is Aura Constructs, while it is a general ability, I can do them much easier than normal, and sense other objects."

"Well... you say that if I act cool and confident, then the girls will think I'm attractive?" Jaune looked at Jack.

Jack nodded, "I know how to bag myself a woman, I did it thousands of times." he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward.

"U-u-uh, h-hold on now! I don't want to just 'bag myself a woman', I want to charm these works of art around me, and make them like me." Jaune said in a sophisticated tone.

"I've been to lots of fancy parties, dude, I can do this." he stepped forward again.

"H-h-hold on again! I wanted to try to do this myself!" Jaune protested, puffing out his chest.

"Now Jaune, what did Pyrrha say about accepting help?" Jebediah lightly reprimanded.

"That it's okay to get help." Jaune sighed, "But... I DO want to do this myself, alright?"

"We all know your relations with the others through your memories, Jaune, it's alright." Jacques informed simply, smiling a reassuring smile.

Jaune took in a deep breath, "Alright, Jack, if things go badly, I choose you, okay?" he looked up at the sky to see the moon setting and the sun rising.

Everything fell away around him, and the last thing he saw was flames dance across his vision.

Well, chapter 1 down, only... let's see... lots more to go.

So, I feel I'm writing a pretty distinct concept here.

Drawing a bit of inspiration from several sources, mashing it up into one big solid piece and calling it my own.

So, let me explain a little bit on this thing:

Jacques Arc is Jaune's great great grandfather, the one who "fought in the war" and crafted Crocea Mors, the longsword, the Yellow Death, and Sanctus Mendax, the mechashift sheathe/shield/transforming weapon/gauntlet, it can take these forms because he forged the metal with aura and his semblance was Aura Constructs, with semi-transparent glass appearance. The distinction is important because I know semblances are supposed to be unique, but what I am going by is they are unique in certain aspects.

Ruby's semblance would be scientifically documented as "Speed Boost, with fading red rose petal effect", where as Weiss's would be documented as "Craftable Glyphs with snowflake motif", Blake's would be "Afterimage with full color and Blink boost", and Yang's would be "Damage and Pain Energy Absorption with Fire Element Affinity"

Back to my point, Jacques pleaded with the spirit of the moon, and it worked. The spirit blessed his family so that the first Arc male born in a generation will inherit a copy of his forefathers' souls, thus giving him multiple auras and semblances. Jack was the first son, so his brother did not get the blessing.

Jack is Jaune's great grandfather, and could be compared to the teenagers growing up in the 50s, he's slick, he's a casanova, he's Jaune's best chance at getting laid, he's a furious fighter, and his motto is "Have a fiery determination and an electric passion.", not someone you'd expect to be, y'know, a great grandfather, but it's an energetic change.

Jebediah is Jaune's grandfather, he came of age right as a new war was starting, and before he even turned 20, he was a hero, his semblance is related to the manipulation of armor and creation of protection, and his most valuable ability is his Armor Shift, which works like Equivalent Exchange and can shift how his armor covers him, how thick it is, and stuff like that, it's hard to imagine how it works on a fundamental level, but none of the semblances make a whole lot of sense when you think about it.

John is Jaune's father, he was raised training and learning from his father, and is the only 'natural warrior' of the Arc lineage thus far, which is why he is disappointed at Jaune for not being a 'natural warrior' like himself, despite one of the key aspects of the Arc males being that they aren't like that.

And now we're at Jaune. He looks just like his father, just a bit shorter and a lot younger.

It seems our favorite blonde goofball knight has a way to charm the ladies, hehe, well we'll see how that goes in the next chapter.

See ya later

Until next time