This is an idea I have had for a while, getting a chapter out might bring more people to it. This is just a 'pilot' if you will, the first chapter in a story I intend to write with other people. I will need three OCs as well as their creators to join me in writing this story. The first few chapters will introduce each of the characters, starting with mine.

Ageis' P.O.V

"wake up!"

I shuffled in my seat, cracking a single eye open to see the inside of the airship. I sat up, cracking my back to recover from my poor sleeping posture. Fully awake, I turned to the source of the voice, my father.

"what time is it?" I exhaled, sleeping in a leather seat for four hours is not exactly restful. "time for you to get a watch." He adjusted his sunglasses and let out a chuckle, "we really should get going soon, your orientation starts in half an hour and I need to speak with ol' Ozzy about something."

For a bit of background, we had just landed at Beacon, one of the most esteemed fighting schools in Remnant, rather than going to Atlas' fighting school. This decision resulted in packing my clothes into a one-size-too-small duffle bag, grabbing my unfinished 'project', and hopping into a prototype airship for six hours.

The alternative was a ten minute walk from my house. If you couldn't tell, my dad is a bit eccentric. Anyway, I grabbed my belongings and stepped into the sun. my Scroll told me that Vale was nice for most of the year, but could suddenly break into frigid winters or burning summers.

I took a glance around the campus and then tilted my head upwards until I could see the greenish glow of the headmaster's room. I looked back to the path in front of me and began walking towards the main building.

Perspective be damned, this place was HUGE. What I expected to be a five minute stroll turned into a sprint as I realized I had no clue where to meet the other students. Twenty minutes of searching the eerily empty campus led me to an assembly hall where I could see a large gathering of people.

I opened the grand pair of doors to see every pair of eyes in the building glare at me. Past the stink eyes, I saw a man at a microphone, he was dressed in a black suit with a green scarf. He had a pair of spectacles perched on his nose and a head of white hair.

This was Professor Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon, and I had just interrupted his opening speech. I quickly closed the doors and pretended like I didn't exist. After the doors shut, Ozpin continued "as I was saying, each and every one of you has come with a goal, the reasons might be different, but the end pint remains the same. You all wish to become hunters and huntresses."

His voice was calm, but firm, it had enough power to reach the entire room and the right tone to keep you enthralled. "but, all I see is a waste of perfectly good airship fuel. You come with the idea that knowledge is the skeleton key to becoming a slayer of Grimm, that is nowhere close to the truth. You can know every tactic in the book, you can recite every speech by every general since the war"

"these are all useful traits in hunters, but are relatively useless on their own. Conviction is the only trait, the only temperament, that you cannot learn while here. If you came with the hope that you could just 'learn' it, this is the fault of none but your own."

Ozpin stepped away from the mic and a female teacher took his place. "all new arrivals will stay the night in the ballroom, tomorrow, initiation begins. Be prepared."

The female teacher stepped away and the hall became filled with chatter. I found myself leaning against the wall with my vision unfocused, listening intently to the speech that had since ended. I snapped myself out of it and glanced around the auditorium.

All the students were filing out of the doors I had entered through and were making their way to the ballroom. I took out my scroll and marked its destination on my map. I detoured to a map and ran my finger over the digital landmarks until I found the Forge.

The building was average size, with two stories and a anvil sign hovering next to the door. I hefted my bags and stepped inside. The building was alive with the sound of lathes, saws, and a cacophony of other industrial noises.

I found an office in a corner of the building and approached it. Inside was a man with a pair of goggles over his nose and a leather apron. "um, excuse me?" he looked up from the array of bits and pieces that coated his desk.

"can I help you?" I nodded, placing the black case containing my weapon on the surface. "I need some work done on this" he slid the goggles to his forhead and his eyes inflated with glee. "my pleasure"

Three hours later

After managing to pry the weapon away from the overzealous professor, I made my way to the ballroom. The building was of a similar size to the auditorium, but without a stage. Everyone was sat on the floor on sleeping bags in any sort of pajama I could imagine.

I grabbed a sleeping bag from a table near the door and spread it on the floor. I put my bags down and dug a t-shirt and boxers out. I headed to the bathroom to change out of my suit (yes, I came to a new school in a three piece, fight me).

Upon exiting the bathroom, the eyes of a number of girls turned to me. I glanced down at my form, I guess I was lean, being homeschooled by a pair of hunters will do that to you. I just focused on my sleeping area and lay on the surprisingly comfy bag, the stress of the day got to me and I dropped like a stone.

The next day

I followed the group of students to a cliff. with or without context, that is not a very common sentence. We lined up on a row of square platforms. I had donned a new suit and my weapon was in a sheath across my back. I reached up and fingered the grip, becoming used to the feeling.

I heard a ticking noise come from my left and saw a student hurtling off the cliff. Prior to coming here, I believed that the rumors about beacon's initiation were just stories. As you can tell, I was wrong. I came to this realization while flying above a lush green forest at terminal velocity.

There is chapter one, my chapters will not be as long as this usually, again, I need ocs and their creators to be involved in this story. I look forward to working with anyone to will work with me.

Details on my character will be distributed to anyone who asks, submissions can be accepted via pm or review, though I prefer pms.