So this is the trailer for Dusk, it's the only one that's been completed so far, but the others will come in time.

A blackened heart and shadowed mind is treated as an outcast

A violet soul wants to know what happened in the past

A blue sinner asks forgiveness for previous deeds he has done

A crimson flame fights until the battle has been won

~Theme One: Animal~

Age: 5

He was only a boy when his parents died. They were in the middle of celebrating his fifth birthday when his father looked out the window and noticed something. His father then went over to his mother and whispered something in her ear, which was a cause for alarm apparently, as they both suddenly seemed frantic. His mother ushered him into the closet, telling him not to move or make a sound while his father barricaded the door. However, it was no match for the sheer hate and rage coming from the human lynches who broke down the door with ease and beat his parents to the ground. His eyes widened in horror. The mob took out their knives and began to shred his parent's bodies to pieces and carved something onto their torsos before finally dragging them outside. Once the noise died down, Dusk shakily stepped out of the closet and followed the trail of blood to see his parents hanged on a tree, naked and mutilated, with one word etched on their bodies: ANIMAL

He screamed.

~Theme Two: Kindness~

Dusk didn't know exactly how long he cried. Day and night merged into one long interval of emptiness and sorrow. Neither sleep or food was of interest.

"Oh, you poor child. What person would enable such a gruesome deed to been done?" a voice murmured. Dusk raised his head and growled softly. The voice came from an older woman. She stood in front of him leaning heavily on a cane and looked at him with a gentle gaze.

"Don't be afraid. I just want to help you, sweetie," she assured. When the woman made an attempt to reach out to him, Dusk flinched and pressed his back further into the tree.

The woman sighed. "How about we start off slow, hmm? I'm Annette. What's your name?" When he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, the old woman, Annette, gave him an encouraging smile.

He sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve before finally whispering, "Dusk..."

~Theme Three: Friend~

Three days. For three days, he had been living in this forsaken orphanage, and already he hated it. The other children (both Faunus and Human) whispered about him, calling him names such as "weirdo" or "freak". Dusk didn't care. If they never bothered him, then he'd never bothered them.

"Umm, c-c-c-can I sit h-he-here?"

It was lunchtime and, as usual, he was sitting at a table alone. Dusk tried to pretend not to hear what the boy said, hoping that he would eventually go away. When that didn't happen, Dusk finally turned to the boy and noticed a pair of mouse ears sitting atop of his head.

"Why?" he asked. The boy looked at his feet.

"B-Because you s-seem ki-kinda lonely. So I-I-I-I wanna be n-nice."

Dusk blinked in surprise. No one so far has even talked to him, much less ask to sit with him. "Okay..."

The mouse Faunus smiled timidly before setting his tray down across from him. For a few moments, they ate in silence before the boy decided to speak up.

"Uh, s-s-so I'm Za-Zachery. Nice to, uh, m-meet you."

"I'm Dusk. Nice to meet you too, I guess."

"S-So why we-we-were you he-here by yourself?" Zachery stuttered out.

"Because I have no friends to sit with," Dusk said quietly.

"Oh..." Zachery scratched his head, "...well, um, I can s-s-sit with you a-a-and be your f-f-fr-friend."

Dusk stared at him for awhile until Zachery started to squirm under his gaze. "Uhhh, D-Dusk? Wha-What's wrong?"

"Really? You mean that?"

Zachery nodded his head vigorously and grinned. "Yup!"

~Theme Four: Bully~

As time passed, Dusk learned quite a bit about Zachery. For one, he was born with a stammer (which was quite obvious since he could barely string one sentence together). Surprisingly, they got along well despite the fact that they were nearly opposites. Overall, they became very close.

It was a beautiful day today, so the caretakers allowed the children to play in the courtyard. Searching for Zachery in the crowd of kids wasn't easy, and he wasn't exactly tall.

"Ow! Tha-That hurts!"

Dusk's wolf ears twitched at the familiar sound of his friend's voice. He turned his head left, right, left until he heard a wail. Dusk ran through the crowd of rowdy orphans and growled at the scene before him.

Zachery had his hands wrapped around an older child's wrist, desperately trying to stop him from pulling off his mouse ears. There was a small group of human children surrounding the bully and Zachery while laughing at his torment. The bully gave another fierce tug to Zachery's ears causing him to cry out.

"Aww, is the little mouse gonna cry?" he sneered. When Zachery whimpered, the bully laughed and pushed him to the ground.

"Leave him alone!" Dusk yelled. He made his way through the group to the mouse Faunus and helped him to his feet, "C'mon Zach. Let's get you to the nurse." Dusk shot a murderous glance at the bully and human children around.

"D-Du-Dusk, I'm f-f-f-fine," Zachery mumbled, rubbing his ears in an attempt to soothe the pain. "This isn't th-the first-t-t-time this h-h-h-ha-has happened." Dusk stopped walking and turned to face him.

"How long?"

"Wha-?"

"How long has he been bullying you?" Dusk asked, cutting him off.

Zachery frowned and looked down. "D-Does it m-ma-matter?"

"Yes!" he snapped causing the mouse Faunus to step back. "Zach, why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a-a-a-a b-b-big deal. I can ha-an-dle it by m-m-m-my-myself."

Dusk narrowed his eyes in thought. After a few moments, he looked back to Zachery before finally saying, "Well, now you won't have to."

A few days later during lunchtime the same bully came in with bandages wrapped around his forearm. Turning to Dusk, Zachery gave him an astounded look.

"What?"

"Y-Y-You di-didn't, did you?"

Dusk sighed and took a bite out of his sandwich. "Eat your food, Zach."

~Theme Five: Goodbye~

Age: 9

"So...I guess this is it, then?"

He never thought that this would happen. Sure, the purpose of living in an orphanage is to eventually get adopted, but Dusk never thought it would happen to him of all people.

"Y-Yeah."

The moment is bittersweet. On one hand, he will finally have a family. Someone who will care and love him. On the other, he's leaving his best friend-the person who has stuck with him for nearly four years-here in this hellhole.

"If you don't get adopted, I'll find some way to get you outta here, Zach. I promise."

Zachery smiled sadly and clamped his hand on Dusk's shoulder.

"I...will...miss...you, Dusk." His eyes widen in shock.

"You can-?!" Zachery shook his head and chuckled at his bemused expression.

"N-Not yet. B-Bu-But I'm getting better. Le-Lets j-just say I've been pra-prac-practicing," Zachery explained with a smirk. Dusk mirrored his expression.

A car horn signaled the end of the conversation. His "new" parents were waiting.

"I'll see you later, Zach. You can count on it," he said determinedly. Dusk gave him one last hug before turning to leave. As the car moved further and further away, Zachery's smile morphed into a frown. Tears slowly dripped down his chin.

"Goodbye..."

~Theme Six: Father~

Dusk knew it was too good to be true. He just KNEW it. As he's getting smacked around by his so-called-father for something he did (or didn't do; he wasn't paying attention at the time) Dusk can't help but think if his life was destined to be a living nightmare.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when his "father" fisted the front of his shirt and dragged him off the ground.

"Listen here, you little demon, when I ask you to do something, I expect you to listen to your father!" he hissed. Something inside Dusk finally snapped, causing him to chuckle humorlessly.

"You're not my father," Dusk replied with a sneer, "If anything, you're a sorry excuse for a human and an even sorrier excuse for a man."

Before the man's fist could descend upon Dusk face, they heard the sound of the door opening. Instantly, his "father's" expression changed into a friendly one.

"I'm home!" his mother called out. "I'm sorry I'm a little-Oh, Dusk! What happened to your face?" She quickly made her way over to him and examined the growing bruise on his cheek.

"He was playing in the living room where he tripped and fell on the table. Isn't that right, Dusk?"

Rage filled Dusk's eyes, but he begrudgingly nodded. "Yes Father."

His mother shook her head. "Dusk you need to be more careful," she chided softly, "Let me go and get some ice for it."

The bastard may have won the battle, but there is still a war to be fought and Dusk was definitely not going to lose.

~Theme Seven: Runaway~

It was nearing midnight, meaning that it was almost time. Quickly scanning his room one last time to make sure he didn't forget anything, Dusk pulled out the makeshift rope (made out of bed sheets) out of his closet and tied one end to the leg of his bed. He prepared for this moment for weeks. He had his backpack stuffed with clothes, food, and a kitchen knife (just in case). He already wrote a note to his mother explaining everything that has happened to him during his time there. If she's smart, she'll divorce his "father's" ass ASAP. Climbing down the side of the house, Dusk was suddenly filled with energy.

He was free.

Once on the ground, he lifted up his hood and disappeared into the night.

~Theme Eight: Suicide~

Dusk

I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore

Things got worse when you left. They became more violent, more cruel. They said the most awful things.

I tried to be strong like you, Dusk. Believe me, I tried.

The thing is, I'm not like you. I was scared. I was in pain. And you had no idea.

It's not your fault, though. You deserve to be happy, not tied down to someone like me.

Someone who was weak and cowardly. Someone who tried to block out the pain by causing pain.

Dusk, if you're reading this then I want you to know that you're the best thing that has happened to me.

You're my friend, my family. And I care for you.

But it's time for me to say goodbye...Forever.

Maybe things could have been better in another life

For the both of us.

-Zachery

~Theme Nine: Human~

He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. As the broken moon shined down on his dejected form illuminating the surface of the lake, Dusk wept. Zachery was dead. His parents were dead. And for what? Just because they were Faunus? That's it, then. That's why they died. Dusk raised the knife, the blade gleaming in the moonlight, as he caught sight of his reflection. Blood red eyes stared back at him and he subconsciously twitched his wolf ears agitatedly. Maybe things would be better if he were human. Maybe then, he could finally be happy.

~Theme Ten: Kidnapped~

At first, he thought he was dead. But when the numbness and confusion washed away and replaced with excruciating pain, he wished he was. Just how long was he unconscious? Suddenly, Dusk's eyes flew open and screamed when he felt something puncture his skin. His blood felt it was on fire and his bones seemed as though they were being ripped apart from his body. He was vaguely aware, amidst the pain, that there were voices speaking in a frantic tone.

"Hold him down!"

"He's convulsing too much!"

"Then inject the anesthetic!"

Slowly the pain ebbed away, as did his ability to stay awake.

~Theme Eleven: Shadow~

Under different circumstances, Dusk would have thought this was cool. It's not everyday a person gets to merge with their own shadow. Now, if he could only get the bastards to stop shocking him.

"Tell me, what do you see? How do you feel?" The question wasn't asked out of concern or sympathy. Only to further progress their experiment.

Dusk felt...weird. It's as though he was floating, yet not floating at the same time. He could move around with ease. Behind him was a black void that he could "see" but refused to go any farther in fear of losing his sense of direction. In front of him, he could see the scientists as clear as day. They looked eager to know what their little "freak" can accomplish.

In response to their question, he extended his hand from the shadow and flipped them off. The action did not go without consequence as a surge of electricity shot through his body, causing him to be ejected from the shadow and onto the floor.

"When will you learn?" one of them rebuked before sending another rush of electricity into his neck.

~Theme Twelve: Apprentice~

Age: 14

Dusk ran like hell. His bare feet pounded against the cold forest floor as he pushed himself to run faster. The howls of the Beowolves grew ever closer. He suddenly skid to a stop when directly in front of him was a cliff.

"Damn it..."

He heard growls and slowly turned around to see three Beowolves stalking closer. As one lunged at him, Dusk flinched back and prepared for the end. When nothing happened he opened his eyes to see that the Grimm were blocked off by an ebony-colored transparent barrier.

"What the hell?" The Beowolves snarled and clawed at the barrier in attempt to destroy it, but to no avail. However, the barrier began to dissolve. Suddenly, a blade began to slice the Grimm, instantly killing them. There stood amongst the carnage was a man. He swung the sword in his hand casually.

"That was some pretty impressive semblance, kid."

Dusk narrowed his eyes at the man and slowly made his way away from the cliff's edge. "...Thanks?" The man grinned as he gestured to Dusk with his sword.

"Actually, I've been needing someone with your skills to help me with a little...project. You'll get paid, of course, and from the looks of it, you really need the money."

"I'll pass."

The man frowned for a moment before smirking. "You're smart, kid. I like that. How 'bout this," he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, "I'll give you 500 Lien for even considering my offer."

Dusk took the envelope and peered inside. Loe and behold there was 500 Lien inside.

"So, whaddya say, kid? You trust me?"

"Not even remotely."

The man's grin grew larger. "Good."

~Theme Thirteen: Captured~

He doesn't know how long he's been in this damned room, tied to this damned chair. Though, in retrospect, it was partially his fault. His mother did say not to talk to strangers.

Oh, wait...

...she didn't...

...'cause she's dead.

Dusk laughed humorlessly, briefly wondering if he has finally gone insane. He immediately regretted the action when a sharp pain came from his side causing him to hiss out. He'd forgotten about his bruised and/or broken ribs. Yet another thing to add to his ever-growing list of injuries.

Abruptly, the door swung open, allowing light to stream into the room. Three figures walked in. Dusk smirked. It was show time.

"Lucian, welcome back. I was starting to get lonely. Oh, and look! You brought friends."

The man in the middle, Lucian, sneered and lit a cigar. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke in Dusk's face.

"For someone who is about to die, you seem fairly confidant. Have you finally come to your senses and decided to tell me where he is?"

Dusk rolled his eyes. "I guess you didn't clean the shit out of your ears. I already told you I know nothing. What? Has dementia caught on yet? Or are you-"

A punch to his face cut him off. His head snapped to the side as the metallic taste of blood began to fill his mouth. Lucian gripped Dusk's hair and jerked his head up while shoving a gun against his forehead.

"I'm tired of you stupid games, boy!" he snarled, shoving the barrel of the gun further into his head. Dusk gave him a bloodied grin.

"Shoot me, bitch."

A gunshot was heard throughout the building.

~Theme Fourteen: Delinquent~

It has come to Dusk's attention that being homeless officially sucked. What's worse than being homeless? Being locked up in a jail cell. For Dusk it is. He didn't expect the building to have silent alarms. Well, the good news is that he managed to find a hiding spot for the daggers before he got caught.

The daggers were imported from Atlas along with other weapons. The black coloring and red runic markings immediately stood out and caught his eye though. And since he's broke, Dusk resorted to...other methods.

Methods that landed him in jail.

At least the police can only keep him here for a night since he's a minor. Plus this was his first time being caught so they didn't have much to work with when it came to evidence.

An officer walked up to the cell holding a clipboard. "What's your name, son?"

"Dusk."

"Last name?"

Dusk thought for a moment. How could he possibly forget his own last name? He thought a little harder and tried to remember it, but a flashback of his parents' bodies hanging from that tree made him stop. There goes that option. He could use his adopted parents' last name, but he'd really rather not be associated with them in any way, especially his adopted father. Dusk was alone. A delinquent. An outsider. A rouge.

"Rogue," he murmured.

"Speak up."

"My name is Dusk Rogue."

~Theme Fifteen: Beacon~

Age: 17

He applied here on a whim. Plain and simple. Dusk applied to Beacon Academy, the most prestigious school for hunters in all of Remnant, just so he could have a place to stay.

What?

It's not like he expected the Headmaster to accept him.

The entrance exam itself wasn't all that bad. The building was nice too. The thing he was worried about was his partner and, in extension, the team he was going to be on.
He'd rather not be stuck with some arrogant snob or a hyperactive ball of sunshine for four years. Not to mention Dusk doesn't exactly work well with other people.
Well, this could either turn out fantastic or it can end up as a disaster. There's only one way to find out.

~Theme Sixteen: Partner~

'The first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for the next four years.' Dusk couldn't help but think that Ozpin's whole pairing method was unusual. Nevertheless, he kept walking through the forest. Up ahead, he could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and the roars of Ursi. Increasing his pace, Dusk made his way through the forest until he saw a girl fighting an Ursa. It swiped its claws at her but the girl quickly leapt into the air before ejecting flashes of silver (they looked like needles) from her weapon: two fighting fans. The needles exploded on contact, instantly killing the Grimm. When she landed, the girl looked at the shadow that was against the tree.

"I know someone is there. I can feel your presence."

Dusk emerged from his shadow and smirked. "Impressive."

The girl looked at him and his shadow curiously. "How did you-?"

"I have my ways," he shrugged. "So...I guess we're partners now, eh? Name's Dusk."

"Umbra..." she greeted.

"Well Umbra, do you have any idea where this temple thing is?"

Umbra simply sat down on the forest floor and crossed her legs. "Whatever you do, don't disturb me." She closed her eyes as a purple hue began to surround her.

It was her aura.

After a few moments, the glow began to cease until she finally opened her eyes and stood up. "It's not far. About a mile from where we are."

Dusk was mildly surprised. Before he could even ask, Umbra spoke first.

"I have my ways," she said, repeating his previous words before walking ahead.

Amused, he followed her and muttered, "Good to know."

~Theme Seventeen: DUSC~

DUSC: A ragtag group of teenage misfits with dark pasts led by a punk ass leader:

DUSC isn't exactly what you would call the "dream team". They're far from it actually. In reality, they should probably all hate each other, but somehow it works.

Dusk Rogue: Leader, rogue, melee and ranged combatant, speed fighter:

Dusk is a loner. Sarcastic and intelligent yet distrusting and mysterious, he doesn't have a lot of experience working with others. He is, however, a master at melee and ranged combat, often using his semblance to attack enemies from afar or his daggers to get up close with quick and precise attacks.

Umbra Tenebris: Martial artist, reconnoiter, agility fighter:

Then there's Dusk's partner, Umbra. Even though she and Dusk hit it off rather well, Umbra seems somewhat shy and cold towards others. Her weapons, though, are rather interesting and a bit unorthodox. Her fans are her primary weapon. However, she uses needles for silent attacks; even infusing them with dust. Umbra isn't a slacker when it comes to hand-to-hand combat either and even though she doesn't have an offensive semblance, she still manages to hold her own in battle.

Shade Tenebris: Second-in-command, strategist, martial artist, stealth fighter:

Next is Shade, Umbra's older brother. From first impressions, Dusk actually imagined Shade to be the leader. His composed and mild attitude is an essential factor to the team. The impassive ninja did a pretty good job fighting in the Emerald Forest and his semblance is quite useful too. Analyzing an opponent to find a weakness is an advantage in battle, but it takes a lot of discipline and aura use which is why he meditates on a regular basis.

Crimson Zarex: Brawler, tank, strength fighter:

Finally, there's Crimson. He's a typical hothead, flirtatious, and loves to live life on the edge. His strategy in battle, or lack thereof, is just to attack, attack, attack. His semblance also can increase the damage he does to an opponent. Crimson seems to possess a lot of aura thus giving him a greater defense out of all his teammates. The downside is that he's impulsive and reckless which can cause imbalance in collaborated attacks.

~Theme Eighteen: Faunus~

Dusk has always been known to be a calm and collected individual. There's only been a handful of times he lost his cool. But this is just reopening old wounds.

"Ow! Please stop. It hurts."

The situation is so similar to that of what happened 7 years ago, he wonders if this is some sick and twisted prank conjured up by his damaged psyche. As teams RWBY, JNPR, as well as the rest of DUSC, were talking about nonsense he didn't bother listening to, CRDL was outright abusing a poor rabbit Faunus. And no one was doing anything to stop it.

Growling, Dusk stood up and made his way over to where CRDL was sitting. Russell, Dove, and Sky slowly backed away when they saw his murderous glare.

"Winchester..."

Before Cardin could even turn around, Dusk punched him and sent him flying across the cafeteria. He crashed into a few tables on the adjacent side of the room. He briefly heard Crimson yell "Hell yes!" All eyes turned to Dusk in shock.

He simply sighed, grabbed his bag and walked out.

"Dusk wait!"

Umbra ran down the hallway to catch up to him. Stopping to let her catch up, he smirked.

"What? Are you going to lecture me about how I shouldn't fight in school?"

She frowned and shook her head, already used to his attitude. "What happened?"

"Newsflash, you were there."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You looked ready to snap Cardin's neck."

For someone who doesn't socialize much, Dusk should give her more credit when it comes to perceptiveness.

"Oh come on. You saw what he was doing to that rabbit Faunus. You would have done the same thing I did." The statement was half true. He did do it for the Faunus girl. But he didn't want to talk about Zachery anytime soon.

Umbra narrowed her eyes. "That's all?"

"Of course," he lied smoothly.

She sighed and nodded reluctantly. One thing Dusk liked about Umbra was that she didn't push when it came to him opening up about his feelings and his past. It was some sort of unspoken agreement between them. When the time came, they would talk.

~Omake: Crimson is a pervert~

Certain things had become routine in the DUSC dorm room. Every morning Shade wakes up at the crack of dawn to meditate on the roof and isn't seen until first period. Dusk is definitely not a morning person which leaves either Crimson or Umbra to wake him. And one way or another, Crimson always ends up saying something stupid. For example:

"So Umbra, since we'll have a little free time after classes, I was wondering if you wanna ride on me?" She turned to him with a blush and an incredulous look on her face.

"E-Excuse me?"

Realizing his mistake, Crimson immediately backpedaled. "Shit! No! I mean ride WITH me! Do you want to ride WITH me? On my motorcycle!" They heard Dusk chuckle from his lounging position on his bed, causing Umbra to blush even more out of embarrassment.

"I'm going to find Shade..." she mumbled, quickly making her way out of the room. Crimson groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Damn it all. I'm such an idiot."

"Well, there's no argument there. I gotta say that was real smooth, Crimson. Real smooth," Dusk said with a smirk.

"Screw you!"

"Oh?" he propped himself up on his elbows, "Sorry. As flattering as that sounds, I don't swing that way. Even so, I was under the impression you were saving 'that' for Umbra."

The pyrokinetic growled. "Piss off, Dusk! I already have a hard time dealing with her cock-block-of-a-brother. I don't need your smartassery on top of that!"

"At least I wasn't the one who peeked at her in the shower."

"That was an accident! And how do you even know about that?! Oh shit does Shade know?"

When Dusk simply grinned, he tensed and paled. "...He's standing right behind me, isn't he?"

"Yep," he merged with his shadow and made his way out the door. "Have fun, you two~!"

Before Dusk could even make it halfway down the hall, he heard Crimson shriek.