Yes, I am back. No, don't expect too much from me.

Colonel William 'Spasminos' Holloway slowly leveled his rifle at the distant Faunus, said Faunus had floating text above her head.

White Fang Captain Level 32 (Female)
HP: 2210/2210
AP: 7561/7561

Str: 44
Dex: 20
Vit: 68
Int: 68
Wis: 10
Luk: 19

He breathed in, the .308 silenced Mk 14 Enhanced Battle Rifle (EBR) softly clicking against the stone that made up the roof tile the rifle was settled on. Said rifle usually chambered 7.62 rounds, but as the .308 was more common in gunpowder variants than the former, Will modified the rifle to suit the higher quantity of familiar ammo.

See he came from our world. Earth. Born and raised in a "ghetto" city named Stockton, in California. He went through school at an average pace, getting mainly Bs. Experiencing trauma from his father, his siblings and mother leaving him behind as they "hated males". At least that was what his father propagandized to him.

Now, he was the "Vigilante". Called that due to his...habit...to eliminate criminal threats under his own jurisdiction through moral, immoral, or lethal means. Yet, they were criminal threats he targeted, he never killed civvies or even Atlas personnel.

His jeans softly crinkled as he lowered himself further, his black T-shirt and brown leather trench coat adjusting themselves as well, the latter falling around his legs and gracing his brown tennis shoes. A purple headband was adorning his head, his longish black hair frizzled, his beard scruffy but kept. He looked older than the 15 year old actually was.

[You gonna brood over your target or take her out? A pity cause she is quite hot…]

'Neeeeep-' Will started, annoyed at the lusty but observant voice in his head. A scoff was heard.

[What? You see her rabbit ears right?]

'...I prefer ninetails, thank you very much.' A quiet giggle was heard in his mental fortress, Will grinned lightly.

He tightened his finger around the trigger, the report deafened by the metal add on. The lead projectile streamed towards the Faunus's head, striking harshly against her head-and aura, which flared brightly as it dropped. She yelped, and rushed towards a nearby car, ducking behind it as her grunts moved to take cover in the warehouse parking lot. Screams were heard, comms activated as they got scrambled within seconds.

Will's phone beeped as he put it back in his pocket, racking the bolt back as he aimed back at the Captain.

HP: 2090/2210
AP:0/7561

Nep whistled in his head in appreciation.

[You know at first I was against going a marksman or a sniper build, and I was relieved when you crossed it with a Knight build, but I can't lie-the critical plus all the stacking buffs...that was a sweet hit.]

'I went Knight cause I remembered the RWBY cast didn't have one. Jaune was a swordsman, but was a tank, not an executioner. Hell, I don't even know what my damn semblance is.'

[True-DUCK!]

Will did so instantly, a black blade streaming over where his neck once was. Said blade whistled back to the Captain's hand, who was glaring heatedly at Will's rifle, of which was still poking out in her direction. He looked up, only to get a hail of bullets towards him. Grunting, he took his rifle and holstered it as he stood and sprinted to the side. He jumped, landing and rolling on the next rooftop as he didn't slow his pace.

He planted his foot on the wall across from the grey tiled roof, bullets racing with a couple impacting against his supernatural shield. He pushed upwards, grabbing the ledge with both hands as he pulled himself over. He rolled, the bullets chipping at the wall as his phone buzzed.

A police call came through the speaker, Will rolled his eyes as it spoke. He moved to the nearest cover, which was a ledge which the abandoned building's roof harbored.

"This is 911, what is your emergency?"

"G-gunshots, down b-by the West Vale w-warehouses. I th-think there is a shootout going on, ma-maybe gangs?"

"Thank you ma'am, please stay on the phone-"

Sirens were shortly heard, Will being pinned down with no more roof to move. In a pause in the reload, he fired off a shot, gracing the Captain's ear. The White Fang directed their fire on the police cars, to which the officers simply moved out the passenger doors and took cover. They returned fire, a couple being hit but their aura taking the blow.

Will re-aimed, his breathing slowing again as he took sight at a grunt's skull.

White Fang Grunt (Male)

Level 14

HP: 1200/1200
AP: 1589/1700

Will ignored the rest of the stats, his trigger finger slowly being pressed as the critical stacked up. All but the sneak bonus, the Grunt's aura shattered, half his health being knocked instantly as he slummed down, unconscious.

He racked the bolt back, loading his fourth round into the chamber as he took sight at a propane tank. It exploded at his round, blasting a second Grunt's aura and blowing off his arm. The Grunt died of blood loss and trauma, but Will did not care.

The officers took notice of the Vigilante finally, smirking under their helmets as Will reloaded his rifle. They fired with renewed vigor, the Captain being pinned as the last Grunt yelled in anger, standing and charging the police-only to be cut down brutally by 9mm and .45 ACP bullets from the officers' handguns.

Will aimed at the Captain, but thought better as he shouldered his rifle. Holding a palm, the officers halted their fire and reloaded as Will crouch-ran silently to the Captain. He snuck up behind her firing form, which was panicking as her bunny ear tilted as she just registered him. Attempting to turn back it was futile. Her aura down, he wrapped his arm around her throat and squeezed tightly in a choke hold.

Her HP was vulnerable to such attacks, and she quickly fell unconscious, slumped in Will's "warm" embrace.

[Ooo that was…kinda hot actually.]

'Oh shut the hell up.' He stepped back, resting the rabbit Faunus on the floor as he stood and looked at the officers. He sighed and raised his hands in the air, knowing they will most likely go to arrest him.

To his immense surprise, they didn't so much as do anything but holster their firearms. Will took the opportunity to parkour up a nearby wall onto a roof. He waved to the police, who were busy cuffing the Grunt and the Captain which didn't die.

Will sighed and moved from rooftop to rooftop silently, eventually ending up at a donut shop.

People pointed and stared at the fabled warrior, who just waved their concerns off as he went and ordered a 12 box.

The cashier, not stuttering or panicking as Will was an usual, slid over the box as Will pushed forward the Lien required on the counter. Paying a few over he didn't respond as he walked out with the box, moving back onto the roof back to his "apartment."

Which really was a refurbished and re-purposed shipping crate, a big metal box with a bed and a mini fridge hooked up to a humming generator. Pulling a small gas canister out of his limited inventory, he pulled off the cap and topped off the generator. He put the metal can back inside his hammer space and opened the fridge. Taking out a bottle of some "Dr. Pepper" RWBY re-brand, he sipped it as he took off his Trench coat. Locking the isolated container, he laid down on what was basically a cot.

[I never understood why you live in a damn metal box when you could easily afford an apartment or even a mansion.]

'Publicity. If I bought a house I'd have to register under my name, it would never work, at least for him, because I would be swarmed with attention. Something I wouldn't mind if I was in a different position.'

[Like what?]

'Tell me do you know about my past life?' He adjusted himself on his cot, finishing his soda as he tossed it into his hammer space. He laid down and closed his eyes and spoke to the voice in his head.

[Actually I haven't really looked into it. I just know you were 21 when you were killed, and you got punted into my "care".]

'Alright Nep. Here, look over this.'

Will softly grinned, kissing the female Captain on the cheek as he moved past her. She blushed and opened her mouth to complain to the older Colonel but held her tongue as she reminisced on the feeling of it. She quite enjoyed it.

The uniformed man glanced back at Sarah, softly sighing as he put on his coat. He rapidly moved up the stairs, briskly striding past the bustling hallways. He speed-walked onto a stage, where a massive crowd of civvies and military men alike watched the Colonel move beside the President. He right faced, standing at attention towards the crowd, his eyes observing the group without turning his head.

The president started a speech, irrelevant to Will's trained mind. Eventually he pinned the Medal of Honor on his shoulder, among the other assortment of decorations. He was a Colonel at 21 for a reason, after all. He smiled dimly and saluted a crowd. Unfortunately, it would be the mission afterwards that he had to disarm a nuke. He did, but at the cost of his own life. A hero to most, they didn't however know about his Wetwork.

[Oh…I think I get it. Publicity is different in different scenarios. If you were military it would be okay?]

'Exactly, but Atlas isn't my cup of tea. Hell, the US wasn't my cup of tea, but I didn't have the opportunity to work on my own, illegal or not. Now, with the entire world's populace centered on four kingdoms, it is quite easy to pick out criminals and neutralize them, plus the White Fang practically begs me to pin them to the wall.'

[Hmm. I wondered at first why you specced yourself out for shadow magic and stealth at first, it made no sense at the time. I didn't imagine that snipers used stealth, since you had a damn assault rifle at the time. I also didn't realize that ARs work just as well as a sniper rifle.]

'Learned a lot by me, huh Neptune? Regardless, I need some sleep. Ruby jacks that Dust Shop tomorrow according to canon, but Roman might actually be expecting me…'

[Alright, Master~]

'Oh shut the hell up.' And the world blackened.

William Holloway [The Gamer]

"The Vigilante" (Plus 80% reputation with "Chaotic Good" persons and above, minus 80% reputation with Lawful Evil and below.)
Level 34

HP: 1300/1300
AP: 7920/7920

Str: 48
Dex: 87
Vit: 30
Int: 40
Wis: 90
Luk: -17

A/N

A quick note back is one thing I knew someone would nitpick about, and indeed here we go.

Yes Will was a Colonel. He also was one of earth's finest spec ops operatives and 90% of his operations were classified to the level of National Security. The rank was really just a placeholder, "Operative" would have worked but he was still in the army. Also, he was recently promoted. Barely been Colonel for around a year. As for his publicity...well even if his operations were classified, he still had to participate in war. And he was a damn hero.

As for the bomb? Well it was in the middle of his current operation, and he didn't have time to do anything but send an evac order.

Finally, honestly its just my story and Colonel has always resonated with me rather than any other rank. Again, its my story, for my enjoyment, I appreciate criticism and I will always take it into consideration but at the end of the day some things are just done because I want to and I enjoy them that way. Not trying to be a dick but I honestly really don't have any real reason for Will to be a Colonel without being over 40.