Hello there, I'm Azurestoryteller. I'm not gonna really say much, since I'm new to the RWBY fanfiction. I only got into RWBY recently, but I had a ton of ideas that I just wanted to get out there. That, and I wanted a change of pace. I wanted a break from all my other fanfictions and get a blank slate. I'm not quitting my other stories of course, but I've felt my self going through a burnout recently. Having a bunch of Highschool DxD stories was kind of making me feel stagnant and I wanted to do something within a different series/category.

So, I decided to write something for RWBY since I've gotten into it recently and I happen to like the story. The characters are interesting, with my favorites being Yang and Ozpin. Then I got the idea out of the blue, since I wanted to try writing a story with an OC as the MC. So, there you go, the MC isn't a character from the show. Watching the World of Remnant and Volume 6 gave me a lot of ideas and there're some things that I didn't get to do in other stories that I can do in this one. Hopefully, it goes well.

So, without further ado, please enjoy the story.

Chapter 1: No Idea

Darkness was all that could be seen. There was no physical sensation, nor scent. All that could be sensed, was the sound of an eerie wail that was like a haunting wind. That was until, eyes were opened. A young man, tall, muscular, found himself in an unknown land. He looked at himself, noticing that he was wearing a navy coat with a black shirt and grey pants. Adorning his feet, were two black boots, with his hands covered by gloves.

"Where…am I?" He wondered to himself.

Suddenly, he jumped, spasming as his body jerked, dropping him to his knees. Grabbing his head, he felt his brain beating against his skull, thumping as if it were being tapped. Migraines and headaches plagued him as he rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pain.

"What's going on?" He stifled groans of pain.

Dropping to his knees, his mind began to unwind as the mental pains began passing.

"Who am I?" He asked.

A bit surprised, that question came out of nowhere. Clearly, this young man had no idea who he was. He kept asking questions over and over for an hour in his head, bothered by the emptiness in thoughts. It was frustrating since it was like an itch that he couldn't scratch. It was ever-present and tormenting. He thought and thought until he could feel his temples shrinking inwards and his brain beating against his skull. Suddenly, it came to him like any other thought would.

"Einar…?" He muttered.

After prodding his brain with questions, he started to remember only one piece of information. His name was Einar Doran. Left mentally fatigued by mental pain and endless questions, Einar was left standing still, trying to gather himself. He noticed that he had a bag around his shoulder containing clothes, sustenance, and other necessities. He looked at his side and noticed that a weapon was strapped to his belt. It was a katana. Drawing it from its sheath, the sharp edge was navy, with the blunt of the blade being silver. There was a lack of a handguard, with a stylized piece of metal fixing the blade in place. The hilt was silver, with zig-zagging black marks wrapping around it with a silver pommel at the bottom.

Einar didn't know why he had such a thing, but it was probably for the best that he didn't use it. Although an amnesiac, he knew not to wave around something so dangerous. Gladly, he hadn't lost common sense. Sheathing his sword, he looked around, yet he saw nothing but wilderness. He heard crickets, birds, and running water, but little else was around him. Einar stood there for a few moments. He had no idea who he was, even after a long session of mental probing. He didn't have much on him and he was in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps, he'd best just start moving. He didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but he had no other options. He didn't want to be buried six feet under by natural means.

"Well, guess there's nothing left to do but walk." Einar shrugged.

Following the map he had found in his bag, he traversed through the forest. Thank Oum, he had marked where was on the map or he'd have a hell of a time trying to figure out where he was going.

After a few hours, he was happy to see that the forest he was in, wasn't far from civilization. Reaching a tall cliff, he could see a city in the distance. At most, it was probably another three hours of walking. Looking up at the sky, the sun was already setting too. He'd best hurry if he didn't want to become food for the wild.

Looking down, he saw that the cliff sloped quite nicely, showing a smooth and gentle slide down.

"Eh." He shrugged. He didn't see any harm in his idea.

With a small jump, he began his journey downward, riding the cliffside like a slide.

"Ahahaha!" He laughed to himself, enjoying how smooth things were going.

Sure, his clothes got a bit dirty, but he shaved off several minutes of a walk for himself. Dusting himself off, he continued onward. Partway through his trek, however, he noticed that some of the bushes next to the road were shaking. He felt an uncomfortable feeling shift through his stomach and spine. He could feel that something was off. Instinctively, he placed his hand on the hilt of his weapon.

He looked around, looking for any clues or signs for what was disturbing him. He could hear growls overlapping, and the crunch of branches all around him. Pinpointing where one source of growling was coming from, he saw two spots through the cracks in the bushes. Two glowing lights were staring right at him.

Stepping back, he debated about whether to fight or not. Taking one more step, a small 'pop' seemed to go off in his instincts. Whatever it was that was staring at him, it wasn't going to let him leave alive. Jumping from out of the bushes, were several creatures of monstrous form. They had black skin, protruding white bones and glowing eyes. Looking at them, Einar could compare them to wolves, having long snouts, hind legs, and similar claws. At this point, he could claim that he had only lost personal memories, rather than general knowledge and academics. With one look, his mind concluded that these creatures were Grimm, with no further thinking required. Grimm were creatures of mysterious origin and generally had black bodies with protruding white bones and armor across their bodies along with having glowing red eyes. These particular ones were classified as the Beowulf type.

"Well, at least I know I'm not a total blank slate." He shrugged.

At least he still had knowledge, despite his lack of memories.

Stepping back, Einar backflipped, drawing his sword. Landing behind one of the Grimm, Einar sheathed his sword as calm could be. Standing on top of a tree branch, he sheathed his sword. The moment he did, the Grimm's form shifted. Its head and limbs slid apart as clean cuts revealed themselves. Falling to the ground the Grimm's corpse was nothing more than a beheaded mess of black ash.

Einar was alarmed. Only now, did he realize what he'd just did. In one swift motion, he'd backflipped and drawn his sword, beheading a Grim while simultaneously slashing it apart with multiple strikes in one movement. That only spawned new questions. How did he do that? Where did he learn to do all that? Not only that, but he didn't feel fully conscious of the decision.

'I really hope I wasn't someone horrible before I lost my memories.' He paled.

Pulled from his thoughts, another Beowulf lunged at him. Jumping off the tree, he drew his sword from his sheath again, cleaving it in two with his katana. Backflipping, he dodged a claw from another Grimm. Spinning himself in the air while flipping, he severed its arms before kicking it away. Landing on the ground, two Beowulves attacked from behind. Einar spun around, striking both of them down before they could even scratch him.

Looking around, there were only two Beowulf Grimm left. Sheathing his katana, Einar crouched, holding onto his sword with his left hand while his right hand hovered over the hilt. The two Grimm stood still, observing. As if frozen, they only watched Einar, and for a moment, it seemed as if they were surveying the corpses of their fellow Grimm. Einar could sense it. He could sense hesitance hovering around them. Staring them down, Einar waited for them to move.

The Grimm were creatures of instinct, relentless in the hunting of their prey, and savage beyond reason. Yet, here they were, not budging an inch from their positions.

Surprisingly, the two remaining Grimm turned around, fleeing.

"What?" Einar was perplexed.

He stood still for a few moments, expecting for something to arrive to maul him. Yet, nothing came. The Grimm had completely fled. Either he wasn't worthy prey, smelled like trash, or something called them away, which was odd. Recalling his academic knowledge, Einar read that Grimm rarely fled, fighting to the death instead. For them to run off, it probably meant that they were of the more strategic variety of Grimm.

Sheathing his weapon, Einar put the matter to rest, intent on not losing more precious time.

That was the idea, at least. He had entered the city of Vale and was walking through town, trying to get directions. Unfortunately for him, shops had closed for the night. That meant he literally had no idea where to go unless he went to the authorities for accurate information. Suddenly, he felt his stomach quake, shuddering.

"Alright, food first." He sighed.

Feeling his pockets, he was happy to see that he had a wallet and a bank account. The last thing he wanted to do, was to start performing for money. He could probably do backflips like an acrobat if push came to shove.

Grabbing a burger from a nearby shop, he walked outside. Walking around, he got a measure of his surroundings. Vale was pretty nice, by his standards. Then again, they were pretty baseless. It wasn't as if he could remember going anywhere else before this.

"Alright, let's see. Woke up in the middle of nowhere. I don't remember who I am. I don't know if anybody's waiting for me. Most of all, the only lead I have towards information is my name. Maybe I can try and find a family registry." Einar sighed, summarizing his day.

Reaching the docks, Einar noticed that several of the shops nearby, which sold Dust, had been closed down due to robberies. Dust was a crystalline source of energy on Remnant, harnessing elemental power. Its origins were largely unknown, but it played a key role in humanity's ancient war against the Grimm eons ago.

It wasn't surprising that someone would want to steal and hoard it. It was a common material in everyday life and Einar thought that it was a lucrative thing to do to sell it on the black market, if not worse. Speaking of criminal activity, he saw that several displays were shown on the street. Some of them were wanted posters. One that caught his attention was a man with green eyes, red hair, with a hat on his head and a white coat on himself. On it, was the name Roman Torchwick. With a good look, Einar had some bad vibes about him. It wasn't because he was on a WANTED poster, however. It was because his eyes screamed deviousness and a condescending nature, as if wondering who was worth his money and time. Opportunism seemed to be his nature. Then again, Einar was merely thinking with his gut. He knew he could be wrong.

Confirming the appearance of wanted criminals, Einar continued walking, wondering what to do next. Suddenly, nearing shipping containers at the port, Einar smelled something funny. It was like smoke and burning plastic.

Bang! Boom!

Einar jumped. A fiery explosion went up into the air.

"HUH?!" His jaw dropped, his eyes bugging.

Bam!

He nearly dropped his precious food, bouncing it around in his attempt to catch it. The reason for this was simple. A shipping container dropped right in front of him, a mere foot away from where he was.

"Almost died." He gasped, nodding, his brain wrapping around the possibility.

Again, explosions echoed, screeching into the sky.

"Fireworks?" Eiran raised a brow.

Was there a shipping accident with fireworks? No, it didn't seem like it. The explosions were happing several random seconds apart instead of going off all at once or nonstop. It looked intentional. That, and he heard gunshots. Einar pursed his lips. It wasn't the place of an amnesiac stranger to get involved in all this and he had no idea who he really was. But, he knew that right now, he couldn't ignore it if something was going wrong. If someone was getting hurt, then he wasn't going to ignore it.

Gulping down the last of his burger, Einar rushed off to the source of the explosions.

"Can't let this keep happening if it's getting people hurt." He smiled while sighing to himself.

As he got closer, the explosions grew more frequent. The trembling in the ground grew louder and stronger, beating the earth like a drum nonstop now. Picking up his pace, he was confronted with a pile of shipping containers. On the other side, he could hear gunshots alongside grunts of effort and combat.

Drawing his sword in an Iaido style, which focused on rapidly drawing one's sword for an attack before sheathing it, he cleanly cut the pile in two. Scattering scrap everywhere, Einar saw what seemed to be three young women and one young man fighting one man with a cane, with a jet in the air.

What also caught his attention, was that the young man, or teen, was a faunus. Humanoids with animal features, like tails and beastial ears.

"No idea what's going on here." He mumbled.

Then he noticed something. The man with the can had fired a firework right at a wire holding a shipping container. Set free, it came crashing to the ground, forcing the boy and the black-haired girl with him to spread out. At that point, the man with the cane had his weapon pointed right at the skull of the faunus boy. Couldn't let a sucker punch kill someone, could he?

With a slash upward, he focused his aura, projecting it as a crescent wave. Roaring across the ground, streaking and tearing the pavement apart, Einar's attack forced the man with the cane back.

"What now?" He asked.

Einar merely stood still, waiting for another course of action to prompt his movement.

"Well, I'm certainly blessed with so many uninvited guests today, aren't I?" The man with the cane raised his arms in exasperation.

"Well, you were about to shoot someone through the skull from behind." Einar smirked.

"And based off that, you decided to intervene?"

"That, and there's the fact that you're a wanted man." Einar pointed at a display of his face, with wanted written all over his face in red letters. This man was clearly Roman Torchwick.

"Very smart." Roman sighed.

"Why don't you pay attention to what's in front of you?!" The girl with long black hair roared.

Charging right at him, she began swinging away with her weapon. It was like a black katana, but the girl wielding it kept switching it from a sword to a gun tied to a cloth, much like a kusari-gama(chain and sickle). Backflipping, the black-haired girl pulled her bladed gun, nearly striking Roman before grabbing her weapon and fired at him.

"I don't know whoever you are, but you should stay back." The faunus boy turned to Einar.

"Sounds for the best, but things don't seem like they're going too well." Einar looked up at the sky.

He would've stayed back, if it weren't for the fact that several jets were lining up to fire at everyone. Before, his instincts were confused, but now, his instincts commanded that he strike down these planes and protect the people that were fighting Roman. That was what felt right to him, at least. Kind of whimsical, really.

Before he could take action, several blades flew over his head, with an ear-piercing ring echoing. They impaled one jet before dragging it through the air, slamming into the other vehicles. Turning around, Einar only saw a glowing green orb of aura and blades circling it before he had to dodge to the side. Firing a green beam, Einar saw that the one doing it was a girl with curled orange hair with green eyes. Tied in her hair, was a pink ribbon and her attire was a button-up shirt with a grey corset skirt and black leggings.

"Sorry! The name's Penny!" She apologized.

"The name's Einar!" He replied in the same fashion.

Penny swung her arms, holding the beam in place without touching it by using her hands like rails. Guiding the beam, she sliced through several ships, sending them scattering past them as they flew out of control.

"That's not good." Einar muttered, wondering about the safety of the people that had been close to where the fragments would land.

Remembering about Roman, Einar shot up, but found that he'd already escaped in the chaos.

"Well, that's that." Einar remarked.

Suddenly, sirens instantly began blaring closely before authorities pulled up around them.

"Freeze!"

Einar instantly raised his arms, not wanting to provoke any conflict.

"Not a very nice day." He sheepishly chuckled to himself.

"Wait, it's alright! I'm Ruby Rose. We're students of Beacon Academy." A girl with a red hood stepped up.

She had short black hair, a black sweater, a red skirt, and black leggings with red boots on. Perhaps, what was most striking about her were her silver eyes and red hood. That, and the giant scythe she was holding.

"We mean him." One officer pointed at Einar.

"Wait, he's with us. I'm Blake Belladonna, I'm also a student of Beacon. He tried to help us apprehend Roman Torchwick." The girl with long black hair spoke up in his defense.

"Are you a student?" One officer asked.

The others looked at him, clearly unable to answer for him.

"I…don't know. Still, I'm not a criminal." Einar declared.

Things were not going the way he'd expected. First night in Vale and he was already a suspect.

"If that's the case, then we'll have to ask you to come with us. We have questions that need answering, since you're a witness."

"Wait a minute!" Ruby protested.

"He is not a student and has not produced proof that he is one. Thus, we will maintain custody over him until the matter is settled. As agreed upon by the Academy and the Vale government, all matters and individuals not involved with the Academy are to be handed over to the authorities unless evidence is provided to prove otherwise."

Without further ado, Einar found himself sitting in a dark room, with one lamp, in front of a long table. For hours, he was grilled with questions, but most of the time, he didn't have much of an answer.

"What is your purpose in Vale?"

"I'm merely looking for lodgings and I came here to look through the family registry."

His lack of confidence in his answer wasn't very trustworthy or reassuring.

"For what reason?"

"That'll be enough, Chief. I must ask that you allow me to talk to him." Someone spoke from the door.

Walking into view, it was a middle-aged man with grey hair, glasses, with a jacket, green scar, and black pants. In his hands, he held a cane, but judging by the way he walked, he clearly didn't need it.

"Mr. Ozpin." The officer regarded him.

"I've been informed of the situation from my students. We're also involved, as the police department has requested aid from hunters to deal with the criminal element of Vale, specifically against Roman Torchwick. Therefore, I must ask that you allow me some time with him as well."

Begrudgingly, the officer nodded, having weighed his options of arguing. Leaving the room, only Einar and Ozpin were resident. Taking a seat, Ozpin looked straight at Einar.

"So, I hear you helped save some students. Why did you intervene?" Ozpin smiled.

"I simply saw the chaos and investigated. When I showed up, Roman was about to shoot that faunus guy through the head. Couldn't exactly let that slide since I wasn't sure of what was going on."

"So, you simply jumped in because you didn't want anyone dying?" Ozpin asked.

"Yes, but everything was happening so quickly that I didn't really think much."

Ozpin sipped his mug. Based on the smell, it was hot chocolate.

"So, then, how would you feel about going to school?" Ozpin folded his hands.

"Sir?"

"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy, which trains Huntsmen and Huntresses, who battle Grimm across the globe. My students from earlier told me about you, about how you weaponized aura and projected it outward. That's not exactly an easy feat and it can't be done casually unless you have a substantial amount of it. Most of all, it was done in a pure, tangible, and visible form. I'll assume you know about what I've just said?"

Einar nodded.

"I tried pulling up any information about you, but clearly, there's not too much to be found. Would you be so kind as to inform me of who you are?" Ozpin asked.

Einar eyed him for several minutes. It surprised him that Ozpin was this patient. A cop or any regular person would've probably roared at him in impatience or slap him upside the head. Instead, the man merely sipped some coffee and gave him a warm expression. Einar observed the supposed Headmaster. He looked young, but his eyes told a different story. He looked tired, weary, drinking coffee like it was water. Most of all, despite his sharp gaze, he had some warmth in him. Of course, Einar could only guess, since he didn't know much of anything at this point, being a blank-slate and all that.

"My name is Einar Doran. That's pretty much all I've got for you."

"Do you distrust me?" Ozpin wondered.

"No, I'm being literal. I literally don't know anything else about myself. Aside from some records, like birthdate and financial records, I haven't the foggiest who I am." Einar sighed.

No use beating around the bush.

"So, you're an amnesiac?" Ozpin inquired.

"Correct. So far, I remember academics and common knowledge, but I just don't seem to have personal memories. I can't recall if I have any family, friends, social relations, or even a home. I simply woke up in the middle of nowhere, outside of Vale City. I then came here, trying to learn more about this place and to see if I could check out the family registry."

"Well, you helped attempts to apprehend Roman Torchwick, a highly wanted criminal. I'd say that's cleared you of certain suspicions. Also, with your talents, obtaining the position of a Huntsmen would be highly beneficial to everyone. If you become a Huntsmen, then you can travel nearly anywhere and in doing so, you could reclaim your lost memories. Not only that, but you'd be helping others along the way. It's a win-win situation. My academy is quite prestigious for the protectors that graduate from it. Based off what I've just seen, you meet the prerequisites for entering the Academy. Room and board will be provided, along with food, and all facilities that aren't exclusive to staff, are open for students. If you choose to enroll at Beacon Academy, it will put you on a path that will allow you to explore this world and find your past. If you don't remember who you are, then it is best that you prepare yourself for when the chance comes that you need to find out."

Einar stared at Ozpin. The Headmaster was a bit surprised. The amnesiac's demeanor changed. A few moments ago, he was quite friendly, but he was suddenly so serious.

"Who are you, really? Why're you trying to get me in? I'm a nobody that has no memories and I have no massive fortune, fame, or credentials to my name. Yet, here you are, offering me a scholarship to your school, which is famous for its graduates after only watching one recording and hearing what others have told you… How can I trust you?" Einar asked, clearly suspicious.

It all sounded to simple and too good to be true. Most wary and common people would turn him away and regard him with suspicion. Yet, Ozpin was welcoming him with open arms.

"It's because I have faith in future generations. You may not know who you are, but that doesn't mean a thing when you're still able to make a difference. Our world is merely a number of quadrants shacking up together behind closed walls. Outside, are beasts lurking, observing and attacking our borders and unprotected settlements. I'd very much like all the help I can get if it means that those people are safe. What do you think Huntsmen and Huntresses are?" Ozpin responded, this time, dropping his more relaxed tone and revealing a more sincere one.

"People who protect the ones that can't help themselves." Einar muttered, almost out of habit, like a reflex.

Ozpin nodded.

"Some take up the occupation for fame, fortune, and power. However, the true purpose of Huntsmen and Huntresses is to protect this world from powers that would harm it. That is something that I see in you. You could've walked the other way, but you didn't. You stepped into the fray and saved a life with no expectations, it would seem. Those are values that are quite rarely seen nowadays."

Einar was silent, mulling over the decision. He was tempted to refuse. He wasn't sure if he could trust Ozpin. Not only that, but he was concerned about whether or not he had family or friends. Were they searching for him? Did they even care about him? If he became a student, they might not find him and he might lose the chance to find them. Stopping himself, he knew that all of these constant questions would only waste his time since he had no idea where to start.

"Where do I begin?" He asked.

"You already have." Ozpin smirked.

Within a few short days, he'd filled out whatever information that he could, allowing Ozpin to handle the rest. With some strings pulled and the explanation of his amnesia, certain rules were bent, allowing Einar's enrollment. Unfortunately, he came face-to-face with an obstacle.

Her name was Glynda Goodwitch. She had blonde hair tied into a bun, with her eyes being green. She wore a white button-up shirt, a corset, a black skirt, black leggings, and something of a cape with heeled boots. What surprised him was that she had a cattle prod. She wasn't going to smack him if he got a question wrong, was she?

"Before you can be allowed to enrolled into Beacon Academy, you must demonstrate two things. First, you must prove your academically capable of keeping up with the curriculum. We don't have any records to go off of, so you'd best try your hardest to pass the exam I've set up for you. You have an hour and a half. If you fail to pass this exam, then you need not worrying about entering the Academy. I'm not like Ozpin. I won't give you special treatment."

Jetting into the exam, Einar was stunned that he knew the answer to most of the questions. He didn't know if it was because he studied in the past or if it was divine intervention, but he accepted it, nonetheless.

'Thank you, brain.' He sighed.

Sadly, he didn't know all of them.

"An 87% percent is satisfactory for me, but you could do better. Not only that, but your handwriting needs a bit of work. Also, your phrasing has shown itself to be rather long." Goodwitch sighed.

'So…I pass, I presume?' He wondered.

"However, your answers for the practical questions are spot-on and you have a good foundation. You pass the written exam with a strong impression. However, that's the easy part." Goodwitch walked towards the door, ushering him to follow.

Leading him out to the hallway, she brought him to an arena with a sealed dome.

"This is Beacon's arena. The original initiation exam can't be prepared a second time due to its rules, so, we'll create an impromptu exam. Instead of the usual, you'll be pitted against two obstacles. The first, you must defeat two Grimm. If you succeed, then you'll progress to the second stage. Are we clear?"

Einar nodded. Wow, Beacon really didn't joke with its curriculum.

The arena's floor opened, splitting as gears whirred and machinery clanked. From the ground, a Beowulf came. Noticing its new surroundings, it eyed Einar, smelling his scent. Again, he felt something change within himself. It was like wearing a new suit, or rather, Einar felt like he was slipping into a different mindset when combat came. Was he recalling muscle memory? Instincts? Battle experience? Whatever the case, he couldn't start thinking again. He had to fight.

The Beowulf came lunging at him. Flipping over it, he drew his sword. Raising it upwards, he thrust above himself, impaling the Beowulf through the skull.

"You're not done yet." Goodwitch called out from the seats.

Another section of the floor opened, revealing a bear-like Grimm, an Ursa. Standing tall like a gorilla but looking like a bear, its boney claws and spikes that protruded from its back all enhanced the fearsome form of the Grimm.

Jumping back, the Ursa barely missed Einar with its claws. It roared, charging right at Einar without pause. Bashing away at the ground while Einar dodged its attacks, the Grimm was relentless. He didn't expect otherwise, but Einar confirmed that the Ursa was just a rampaging berserker. Sheathing his katana, Einar spun to the side. When the Ursa missed, it tried to whirl around. Maintaining his momentum and motion, Einar drew his sword, quickly slashing through the Ursa. It attempted to move, trying to get one last hit in, but Einar slashed upwards, cleaving off its right arm. Leading into another attack, Einar slashed downwards, cleaving off its left arm. Spinning around in another rotation, Einar finished the job, beheading the Ursa.

Goodwitch was tapping away at her scroll, writing down her evaluations.

"What of our newest applicant?"

She turned to see who was talking to her. Ozpin walked up, sipping his coffee like always.

"It's fine right now. He passed the written exam with satisfying results. As for combat, he's proven to be efficient. He doesn't mess around, unlike some other students. He aims for vitals on the Grimm and his attacks are determined to weaken and are set up to kill his enemies as quickly as possible. However, that's the part that concerns me." Goodwitch said.

"Yes, it's concerning about what he'd do to more neutral or benevolent opponents. That's why I had this matter prepared." Ozpin turned behind him.

"Prepared?" Goodwitch raised a brow.

"Weiss Schnee reporting, Professor Ozpin."

Walking towards the two, was a young lady with white hair, ice-blue eyes, wearing a white jacket with a minidress and white heels. Strapped to her side, was a silver rapier that carried a gun barrel that had blue, red, yellow, and green cylinders.

"Ah, Ms. Schnee. Thank you for coming on such short notice. You see, we have a new applicant to Beacon, but due to certain circumstances, he was prevented from attending the initiation ceremony. I hope you'd be kind enough to be his sparring partner so that we can evaluate his capabilities." Ozpin turned to gesture at Einar.

"Very well. Since you've requested it, I will oblige." Weiss nodded, though she seemed a bit passive of the situation.

Jumping into the arena, Weiss drew her rapier, Myrtenaster. She looked to the sides and saw the evaporating corpses of the Ursa and Beowulf Grimm.

"My name is Weiss Schnee. It's a pleasure to meet you." Weiss coldly and formally introduced herself.

"My name is Einar Doran and likewise." Einar bowed.

He knew better than to make assumptions but he had a feeling she was a high-class lady. She spoke formally, held a polite tone and the way she carried herself was akin to a princess.

"For the second part of the combat examination, you will spar with Ms. Schnee. The first to disarm the other wins." Ozpin explained simply.

Einar stepped back, waiting for the signal. He observed Weiss. Her stance was stable and poised. One second, and he was sure she'd already be on the attack.

"Begin!" Ozpin declared.

Weiss immediately zipped right at Einar. Unsurprisingly, she fought with a fencing style, parallel to Einar's Iaido style; both focused on speed and precision.

Dodging to the side, Einar was surprised to see that he couldn't find an opening. Weiss kept her weapon close to herself and with every move, she would lead it into another attack. Most of all, she kept her strikes close together, keeping him on the defensive.

Raising his sheath, he battered away her blade before flipping backwards. Landing on his feet, crouching, he drew his blade, slashing at her with the speed of sound. His katana flashing, Weiss backflipped, kicking his sword back. Luckily, he maintained his tight grip or he'd have lost it.

Weiss thrust again, aiming right at Einar's hilt. Dropping it intentionally, he ducked and spun around, grabbing his falling weapon before countering with a bash of his sheath. Weiss blocked, but was sent flying backwards by the sheer force of his attack. Colliding against the wall, she reeled at the pain for a few seconds before getting back up. Shaking it off, she looked up to see Einar charging at her.

Now, Einar was perplexed, since she was weaving her blade through the air, as if writing something. Then he saw why she was doing all that. Glyphs were materializing in the air, all of them white. Rolling and dodging out of the way, needles of ice came barreling right at him. Slashing away several of them as quickly as a blur, Einar kept moving or he'd be turned into a pincushion.

"Now, let's get a bit more serious." Weiss smirked triumphantly.

Weiss jumped into the air, kicking off of a glyph. Jetting right at Einar, he immediately blocked her attack with his sheath. She kicked off another glyph, twirling over him. Sheathing his sword, Einar slashed upwards, rising into the air. Now, Weiss had him where she wanted him. She hopped off a glyph, spearing at him with her rapier. He blocked again, parrying her strike. Over and over she hopped and bounced off her glyphs, striking at him from different angles. Yet, he kept dodging and parrying her attacks. If anything, Weiss found that her arm was going numb. The force at which he was attacking was always threatening to toss her weapon out her hands.

However, she found that he fought a bit defensively. He wasn't striking as savagely as expected and he kept an area around him where his blade could reach. She'd expected him to be a bit like her, streaming at the enemy with rapid strikes and constant changes in attack angles.

Twirling the barrel in Myrtenaster, red dust coated her blade. Swinging it at him, Weiss blanketed the air in front of her with fire. Einar immediately retreated several feet back. Fire began streaming around Weiss' blade, forcing the young man back. Rapidly striking the air, Weiss used her glyphs to create a hail of ice and fire, volleying Einar with a sea of Semblance and Dust.

Crouching, entering a battojutsu (quick-draw) stance, Einar focused, sharpening his aura around his blade before letting the power flow throughout his being. In one burst, he drew his sword. What came next stunned Weiss. In exactly one fluid motion, his arm and sword became a blur. That was it. In one instance, dozens of sword swings were being dealt out with what seemed to be a single blow. Her storm of glyphs and fire were met with a storm of sword slashes. Rapidly cutting at the volley several times, Einar whisked away her attack, leaving snowflakes and embers to disappear in the air instead of exploding and touching him before sheathing his sword again.

Repeating his attack from days earlier, Einar unleashed his aura in an attack that came as a wave of energy. Tearing its way through the ground, it came roaring it Weiss like a mighty beast. Howling through the air, it shredded the arena floor, shaking it violently as it traveled towards Weiss. She focused, gathering her strength before thrusting at the wave, intent on stopping it. With the aid of her glyphs, she layered them over and over, attempting to weaken the force of the attack. It was succeeding, partially, but Weiss found that he boasted more power than speed, reaching a delicate balance.

Before long, Weiss' weapon was knocked out of her hand, ricocheting across the ground as Einar's attack dissipated.

"And that's the match. Mr. Doran has passed." Ozpin announced.

Einar sighed with relief. He was feeling quite pressured the whole time. Weiss was fast, seriously fast. She could strike from so many angles that he had to be on double-time to just block properly. Her glyphs were also troublesome, allowing her more mobility than the average person and her weapon have her some serious power and versatility.

Ozpin walked down from the seats alongside Goodwitch, carrying a smirk on his face.

"Congratulations, Mr. Doran. Ms. Goodwitch has reported that you've passed the written exam and you've proven capable in combat. With that, I am happy to say that you're now a student of Beacon. Welcome to your new home for the next four years." Ozpin gave a nod of recognition.

"Now, do head off to go get cleaned up. This is your scroll. It has your locker number, room number, and other pieces of information that will help you get to know your new home. I will contact you shortly after you're done."

Einar nodded, brushing off his dirty clothes. He smiled at Goodwitch and Weiss, politely regarding them.

When he'd left, Ozpin turned towards Goodwitch and Weiss.

"Ms. Schnee, tell me, what do you think of his abilities?"

"Well, he's certainly capable. He kept calm, even when fighting someone he'd never fought before. He's fast, incredibly so, and his physical power is quite something. But, what's surprising is what he did at the end. Somehow, he weaponized and projected his aura in a purely aggressive and outward way." Weiss mused.

"Yes, while not uncommon, the way he did it is quite unique. I recall Lie Ren is able to weaponize his aura in his martial arts and cause internal damage. But, to see Mr. Doran do it outwardly was an interesting sight. And now, what of his semblance? Were you able to detect it?" Goodwitch asked.

Weiss merely shook her head.

"No, not exactly. I mean, his ability to project his aura might be it, but other than that, he didn't show anything else."

"Did you not ask him?" Goodwitch looked at Ozpin.

"No, I'd preferred to see if he would reveal it himself. Sadly, he didn't show any clarifications. Regardless, Ms. Weiss, you've performed admirably. Thank you for your time and enjoy the rest of your day off."

When the young lady had left, Ozpin turned around. The Arena was in shambles. The ground was torn apart and debris as literally everywhere.

"What do you make of him?" Ozpin asked.

"He's not malicious towards people, at least, and that's only a temporary evaluation. He was a bit more decisive in dispatching the Grimm, but with Ms. Schnee, he didn't aim for vitals. Not only that, but he's fast, strong, and he's also able to weaponize his aura. All around, I approve of his skills, but in comparison to others, it's hard to tell. Ms. Schnee didn't seem to be going all-out against him either. Without seeing them both at their limits, I can't pass judgements."

"Thankfully neither of them were. Going off of what we've seen so far, Mr. Doran may become a powerful Huntsmen, but he needs a bit of polishing. Not only that, but we've managed to determine that he's not outwardly nefarious, even in combat. However, only time will tell what he's truly like."

"Why all the suspicion?" Goodwitch asked.

"He's a blank-slate. Blank-slates are only what you make of them. We don't know if someone wiped him clean while putting another slate underneath his exterior. All the same, he really just might be a lost young man who needs our help. Regardless, we should keep things going. The wheel of fate is always turning so we'd best not jam it."

"Tell me, why give him this kind of special treatment?" Goodwitch asked.

"It's not exactly special. It's not so different from Ms. Rose's case. He's proven his martial and academic skills, and they're not inferior to others who've attended this academy."

"I mean why allow him to enroll without a team?" Goodwitch asked.

"It's as I said. There're no vacant spots on any teams, and he's transferring in between semesters. Of course, he'll have to take a supplementary course. Not only that, but there are other reasons as to why he's allowed to enroll alone. You'll find out in time."

Ozpin walked away, leaving a grumbling Goodwitch to clean up the mess.

After showering and cleaning himself off, Einar had put his belongings away and gone to his room. He was kind of happy that he got a room to himself, however, he saw that it was clearly meant for four people, since there were three empty mattresses. The only things in the room were his own, so it was obviously a barren place. The carpet was red, the drapes were red, and there were drawers and shelves supplied, so Einar had an easy transition.

"Hm…lots of red. I don't like it. I guess I gotta redecorate." Einar mused.

Despite a rocky few first days since his initial wake-up, he found that things were looking up for him. He was given a full-ride scholarship to a prestigious school. He didn't have to worry too much about expenses, and he had four years to figure out a plan for himself. He had a strong start.

Now, he got the chance to start on a new life while given time to see if he could find his old life. His adventure was now beginning.

And that ends the chapter. I considered Jaune Arc as the MC at first, but his role kind of didn't fit in with my purposes and with how I wanted the story to go. He couldn't fulfill two roles at once, so it was a bust. I've got the future of the story planned out but time will tell if it comes to fruition.

I'm also trying to start this story without giving too much away since you've gotta be careful with characters who don't remember a thing about themselves. It's especially important if they're the MC. However, as the story progresses, his past and personality will show more depth, so hopefully, you stick around till then.

Anyways, I appreciate your time, and thank you for reading.