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File No. 1

Ruby Rose

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The hooded girl walked into the room, one chair awaiting her presence - while the other was occupied by someone else. The man had his finger steepled, a hard gaze set on his features. His favored cane and coffee mug near him.

"Why hello , you may be wondering why I called you here."

Ruby took off the hood of her cloak and sat down from the chair across from the man, "Yes, I guess you could say that."

The man pulled out his scroll and pressed the button that said 'play' - no doubt having this video ready beforehand.

Ruby's eyes widened - the video showed how Ruby was forced to fight off her drunk dad.

Taiyang - ever since Summer had died - was stuck in a rut, drowning himself in his sorrows, and a little whiskey as well. Although, not just a little whiskey, he drank so much that it practically became his water.

Now, it wasn't necessarily the whiskey that started the problem - her uncle drank whiskey all the time - it was a problem of self-control. Unlike Qrow, Taiyang wasn't used to having this much alchohal in his system, and he lost it. He started becoming more abusive to her and her sister.

It went on for a few days before the sisters decided they've had enough.

Taiyang in his prime would be able to stomp them in 10 seconds flat - but due to his drunken state, he was considerably weaker. Just weak enough for Ruby and her sister - Yang - to be able to beat him together.

Taiyang had been able to corner Ruby, however, and Yang was forced to deal a finishing blow - which in turn, killed him.

The police of Vale had found out, and weren't believing the story they told - Taiyang was a proffesional huntsman, he wouldn't lose control over alchohal. Or so they thought.

That led to where she was right now, as one of Vale's most wanted criminals, running from the authorities with only her sister to accompany her.

What was really troubling, though, was the fact that the man had this video - and hoe this video was even recorded in the first place.

"I have friends in high places" the man stated cryptically, Ruby raised an eyebrow at that, before sighing in defeat.

"So, does that mean you're going to arrest me or something?" Ruby cut straight to the point.

She was surprised to find the man letting out a small chuckle, "No no, I assure you I know the real story."

Ruby was flabbergasted, "Wait, then why don't tell your...friends that!? If you know the true story then surely they'll believe you?!"

He shook his head, "That would work," he started, "only if I didn't find out illegally."

Ruby slumped in her seat, "Then, why am I here?"

"Have you heard anything about a place where the people on the...other side go to train?" he asked.

She hesitated for a moment, before answering, "Yes...well not entirely, only little rumors on the streets."

"Ah, well that saves me a lot of trouble." he mused to himself.

"Huh? What do you mean?" she inquired.

The man felt his lips twitch upwards ever so slightly, "What if I told you I was the headmaster of said academy?"

Ruby's eyes widened, "Really!?"

"And," he continued, cutting Ruby off, "that I was here to offer a spot over there."

She opened her mouth to speak but the man cut her off again, knowing fully well what she was about to ask, "Yes, I will talk to your sister about that, she's in another room not too far from here."

Ruby sighed in relief, before straightening herself, "What will be taught over there?"

"Well, how to pickpocket, being able to hide from sight easily, villain type things. Although, our main priority there is to fight the grimm - the only difference being your villains and the hunters are, well, hunters."

Ruby mulled over this, being able to fight the grimm was what she always wanted.

"It couldn't hurt to try."


File No. 2

Yang Xiao Long

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The girl with long blonde hair stood anxiously at the side of the table, waiting for someone to come in to announce her arrest - this looked like an interrogation room anyways. She was more worried about the fact that someone talked to Ruby before her.

Were they trying to bribe her?

The door opened, abruptly halting her train of thought.

A man with a green scarf, a cane, a coffee mug, and silver hair walked over to the chair opposite of the one Yang's was supposed to sit in, using the hand with his coffee mug to gesture to said seat.

The man let our a long breath, "You want to cut straight to the point, don't you?" he asked.

Yang nodded.

"Well, long story short, I know what happened with you and your sister," Yang flinched, "But, we also know the full story."

"Yeah? Well why don't-" she was cut off by the man's stare.

"I didn't get this information legally - and you know when a 'higher up' does something like that they get punished severely. With that in mind, they probably wouldn't believe me anyways."

"Well, ok. But why am I here? And where's Ruby?" she demanded.

He set his coffee mug on the table, "Ruby's fine, she's waiting outside the door as we speak. As for why you're here..." he paused, " You've undoubtedly heard of an academy for 'villains' no?"

"Yeah, some people talked about it on the streets." Yang said.

"Well I'm here to offer you a chance to be a student over there."

Yang raised a finger, "Is Ruby going?" she asked.

The man smiled and nodded.

"Well, if Ruby's going, then so am I."


File No.17

Blake Belladona

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She looked at the train cart that was slowly rolling out a view, her gaze one of remorse, sorrow, guilt. She had just betrayed her partner, her mentor for her entire time at the White Fang - and maybe to an extent, her crush.

But alas, she couldn't deal with his violent tendencies any longer - as much as she wanted equality, that tactic wouldn't work against such a large group of people. Or in this case, almost the entire human community.

No, she shook her head.

This wasn't only for her, this could help Adam as well. It could be like a wake up call, to show that they were going overboard in their plans as of late.

Somehow she doubted that.

The sound of shoes tapping against metal made her jump and get into her usual fighting stance, Gambol Shroud in katana form in her right hand, while the sheath was in her left. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the person who disturbed her.

It was a man, grey hair, a cane, and a green scarf - an emotionless gaze set on his features.

Blake gripped her weapons tighter, her stance becoming more ready, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, "Let's just say I know all about your time in the White Fang, Blake Belladona."

Her eyes narrowed further, she didn't trust him one bit, "And how, pray tell, do you know that?"

The man tapped his cane on the ground, a frown marring his face, "You make it sound like you can beat me. I'll have you know," his cane transformed into a two-handed greatsword, "I'm no pushover."

Blake hesitated, this man definitely meant business, his stance, his weapon, his eyes - they all showed signs of repeated amount of combat. He was the epitome of an experienced fighter.

She transformed Gambol Shroud into it's gun form and fired out an ice dust round, aiming it for the man in front of her.

He let one hand off of the sword and lazily put it forward, grabbing the round then proceeding to crush it - he threw it on the ground without so much as a swing of his sword.

"Why are you here?" she asked a little bit more calmy, seeing the man's rare display of power - which could very well trump that of Adam's, and that was saying something.

"I have a question to ask you." The man said.

Blake didn't skip a beat, "And that would be?"

"What do you plan to do now that you've left the White Fang?" he asked.

She shifted Gambol Shroud back into it's katana form, "What's it to you?" she spat.

The man didn't seem fazed in the slightest, "If you're planning to go to Beacon Academy, I suggest you don't"

Her eyes widened in surprise, how did the man know this? "Why is that?"

He used his greatsword to point up at the camera filming their entire battle, "Well, you know the SDC has cameras everywhere," he started, "So that would mean that they knew what your face looks like."

Blake tried to show as little emotion as possible on the outside, on the inside though, she panicked - one thing she most definetly didn't become accustomed to.

She had never thought about that - she usually had a mask on but didn't put it on this time.

"Well, that still doesn't explain why you're here." she stated.

He tapped his sword back onto the train, a dull thud echoed throughout, "Well, you no doubt want to make a change in the world, no?"

Her facial features softened slightly, "Well, yes. I want all faunus to be treated how they should be treated."

The man let out a smile, "Well then, how about you join in my...ah...academy, of sorts. It isn't really too different then Beacon honestly, except almost everyone there is associated with the underworld - they aren't bad people per se, they just want to help, in some less then legal ways."

She was taken aback by the man's offer, could this really be her chance at change?

Sure it may have been with 'villains', but they had the right intentions, she knew.

"Well, I guess you can count me in."


File No. 23

Jaune (?)

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He flipped backwards and shot out from his trusted pistol/knife, aiming for the knee to cripple the beowolf. It did, and he ran forward and slashed in a downwards motion, slicing the beowolf in half.

He used the momentum to flip forwards and fire off three shot, one to the head, one to the chest, and one that missed slightly.

He rolled out of the way of a third beowolf and brought the barrel so that it pressed against it's black fur. He grinned, before pulling the trigger, the grimm making a low howl before dropping dead on the ground.

He retracted the blade from under the barrel and flipped the gun so he was holding it from the opposite end. He threw it at the final beowolf, the initial impact cracking it's skull with a sickening crunch as the gun came back into the safety of his palm.

He wiped a bead of sweat that trailed down his head, "Phew, that took longer then expected." he murmured to himself.

His eyes narrowed suddenly as he heard the rustling of the leaves nearest him - flipping his gun so that his hand was in the correct position. He took cautious steps back and looked at his surroundings with a critical eye.

He spotted the faint rustle again, and fired.

The bullet harmlessly bounced off what seemed to be bone plating - the bone plating of a Death Stalker.

"...Sh*t." he swore.

He rolled to the side of the grimm's stinger, the yellow body part just barely grazing his skin - he grit his teeth in pain.

He stopped his combat roll to flip backwards from a pincer swipe, slashing at said item as he did so. It did minimal damage, however, seeing as the grimm's armor was practically impenetrable.

He shot out at one of the grimm's eyes - finally! Something that could deal a considerable amount of damage!

He repeated this tactic, rolling and flipping over pincers - until he missed his footing and a pincer was able to slam into his chest. "Gah!" he cried in pain.

The Death Stalker charged towards him - forcing him to slide under. He noticed the underbelly wasn't coated with armor, and took advantage of that. He slid and brought the blade up to slash across it's underbelly, the grimm letting out a screech as he did so.

Ending his slide, he tumbled and lost his balance, the Death Stalker turned around and batted it's pincer into his chest...again.

He was sent into another tree, he grit his teeth even further - just enough for a scraping sound to be heard.

He gripped the handle of his gun, before his eyes widened.

He heard something padding the ground - and it sure as hell wasn't a Death Stalker's legs.

The Death Stalker roared in pain before something heavy dropped to the ground - was...was it dead?

He got up with a grunt of exertion, using his hands as support. He walked back to the clearing he was in and saw a man, a man standing right in front of the Death Stalker's corpse. Nonchalantly leaning on his cane.

He stood there flabbergasted - did that man just slice a Death Stalker in two?

"Hello, Jaune Arc."

In that moment, he forget all about what had just happened, and charged at the man with a roar, "DON'T REFER TO ME AS THAT NAME!"

He slashed down with his gun/knife - his eyes promised pain.

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! I AM ONLY JAUNE! NOTHING MORE! NOTHING LESS!" he screamed in fury.

The man calmly parried his strike and sent him rolling to the ground, "Deep breaths Jaune, deep breaths."

He got onto one knee and obliged, closing his eyes in an attempt to gain tranquility, "Why are you here?" he asked calmy.

The man decided to be blunt, "I know what happened."

He grimaced - how much did this man know?

His family had abandoned him during a training session gone wrong, left him to the grimm. He survived with a few scars - that was at the age of 13.

He trained himself in the woods - occasionally going into Vale. Which is how he got the gun he used - stole it from a gang member that decided to try and beat him up for money.

He didn't make it out all happy and jolly.

"Well good for you. Is that all you wanted me to know?" Sarcasm dripped out from his statement.

"Yes actually, aproposition." Jaune raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue, "How would you like to train at my school?"

The man figured it would be better then living out in the woods - almost anything was better then living in the woods - so there was a high chance he would accept.

Jaune shrugged his shoulders, "Sure why not."

"But," the man started, "Our ways aren't the most legal. You would be considered a villain if you joined us."

Jaune let out a dry chuckle.

"With the way we humans act now, who said we were the villains?"


AN: Oh Mi Gosh! Two new stories in a week!? You must be insane! Well, I not that big news, but for me it is.

Welcome to Heroes and Villains!

This is another one of those ideas that just wouldn't leave me, and I decided to write it. This prolouge might make it seem like all four will be equal in terms of characters - Jaune will be the main'est' character of them all. So they're still important, just not as important as Jaune.

Funny story, I got the general idea of this just by listening to a song. Shady - by Adam Lambert.

Anyways, hope tou enjoyed it. I'm actually really nervous to post this, but I guess I have to take risks!

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Cya!