My first ever story! Probably the only one but still. Be patient with me here, I'm still figuring out how this site works. I'm warning you now, my OC will be overpowered. You know how there are classes in some video games where the character can be fast, or strong, or have magic, well my OC has all 3 so ya... overpowered. Also I'm sorry if I randomly switch between third and first person.

Edit from the future: Let me make something clear now, in all my fanfictions, if you don't like it, leave! Don't post a negative review, negative reviews stress me out and give me a mini heart attack and I would appreciate not having those. I am not going to change from what you tell me anyway, you are just wasting your own time. If you like my work, tell me, if you don't, just please leave it at that and don't do what everyone else does and just list off reasons why my fic is bad. I don't care about that, just leave if you don't like it, please?

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, or any songs and video games mentioned in my fanfic.

CH.1 The Beginning of an interesting life

A boy, correction, "young man" is playing Destiny while listening to Hero by Pegboard Nerds. He closes his eyes for a moment. "When the bass drops I'll jump out and get the final shot on the Nexus." He thought. He was gonna stop the song to listen to the games music but he decided to let the bass drop first.

"Hero. Hero. I wanna be a hero. Hero." The music picks up. Indicating the bass is about to drop.

"Hero...Hero...Hero. Hero... I wanna be a-"

His eyes shot open, ready to jump out and shoot the boss that could be dead already but with his boring life he likes to make things dramatic for himself, hence the dramatic pause. But his eyes opened to green grass in a green forest in the middle of the night while he is lying on his right side. He felt like he had just woken up. He could hear a faint echo in the forest.

"Hero. Hero… Hero. Hero… Hero. Hero…" and then it was gone.

"What?" He spoke out loud. He always spoke to himself. People thought it was weird and he didn't understand why they thought that. He wanted to just close his eyes and go back to sleep now. Maybe this was a dream? He would rather wake up really early then stay in a dream. Dreams could become nightmares at any point. But he felt the cool breeze on his face and his long, soft, brown hair waving around. So he opened his eyes and enjoyed the cold. His eyes were green, but such a dull green that they kinda looked grey. "This is real." he thought, and pinched himself for good measure. Then he slapped himself twice to wake up. He could wake up quickly if he had to, but he wouldn't be a happy camper.

"So I'm just here now? That it?" He spoke into the sky hoping someone was listening. "So did I randomly travel through time or am I in another world?" He looked for the full moon that was helping him see so well, and found his answer. "Holy shit! What happened to the moon!?" He quickly looked around in case a wolf or a bear heard that. He would rather find a quick way to die and not get eaten by a predator unless he is already dead. Seeing nothing he looked back up at the moon. It was shattered, mostly in one piece but it had pieces of itself floating around it. It looked like something massive had hit the moon. "Definitely another world." He spoke quietly. "There better be civilization nearby or I should just find a cliff to jump off of. I won't be able to hunt and survive like Survivorman. I know that much about myself." With these thoughts in mind he walked in a random direction.

30 minutes later he finds himself at the edge of the forest. There is a small ruin in the shape of a half circle in the middle of the field/clearing. He walked into it and found small pedestals that had nothing on them. The place might have had a roof, but he knew it didn't now. Moss growing on it suggested this civilization is gone but another might still be around. He saw a cliff in the distance, and larger ruins at the base of the large cliff. With nothing else to do he sat in the middle of the half circle and looked at the clothes he wore. A tight, black, long sleeve that reminded him of something a knight would wear under his metal armor. He never owned this before so he didn't understand why he wore it now. If an intelligence sent him here, why did it change his shirt, but let him keep his light blue jeans, and his brown steel-toed boots? If it wasn't an intelligence, then why did his clothes change at all?

Speaking of intelligence, is there one in this world still? What does it look like? Are they friendly? What about the language barrier? "I'm so screwed…" But like last time, his questions were answered. A man in white armor that literally glowed approached him. He was bald, he had a sheath but no sword. He stood at the entrance to the ruins and you could see right through him.

"Hello." The man spoke with a peaceful and friendly voice. The smile matched his voice.

"H-Hello… Are you a spirit? The bo-young man, wasn't normally good at talking with new people, but the man seemed so friendly.

"Yes, I am. I was slain at these very ruins." He motioned to the ruins we were in. Then pointed behind me. "That's my sword over there." I turned around to see a sword stabbed in the wall of the ruins. I went over and pulled it out, examining it. It was a simple short sword, but it was very reflective and you could easily see your reflection in it. I could see my grey-green eyes. The sword was still sharp. The handle was dark purple with gold highlights.

"Wow." I said. "It's a beautiful sword. Sorry for what happened to you…"

The man didn't even give the awkward silence a chance to exist. "It's alright. I went down fighting."

"Who killed you?"

"No person killed me, it was a Grimm."

"A what?"

The man was surprised the boy didn't know. But was he a boy? He seemed to act like one but being that he's 6'3" makes the spirit question if he isn't really a young man. How doesn't he know of the Grimm? He figured he wouldn't ask yet but instead answer the young man's question. "The creatures of Grimm are terrible monsters of darkness that lack a soul. They hunt mankind and destroy our creations. They live only to do this. How do you not know?"

"My world doesn't have anything like the Grimm. I'm pretty sure I'm in another world." I'm surprised I remember that. Normally when someone goes to another world in some crazy story, the character wouldn't remember much, but I'm pretty sure I remember everything… "Are there any people left in this world?"

"Wow, incredible. But yes, there are still civilizations in the world. The Grimm haven't gotten us all yet… May I try something?" He wanted this young man to be able to survive in this world.

"If it doesn't hurt too much then I suppose you may." He seemed to mean well so I suppose it won't be too bad. Right? The man walked up to me and put his index and middle finger against my forehead and I felt something flow through me. Both our eyes were closed throughout this transfer of power. He spoke as I felt some sort of power consume me. "I have been here for a few years, wondering why I couldn't go to the next life. When you came here I felt like you were the reason I hadn't moved on. I will give you my knowledge of the sword so you may defend yourself, and you may keep my sword. I became a huntsman at Beacon Academy, that's the light some distance past the cliff, you must go there, the staff at the academy will take care of you and train you. They can tell you all about our world and the Grimm." I suddenly felt like I knew how to use the sword I held in my right hand. "Thank you, for all of this." "I'm not finished yet, Aura is a manifestation of our soul, it protects us from harm, heals our wounds, your Aura isn't unlocked, I will unlock it now." Sometimes every once in a great long while, a powerful person unlocks their Aura. When that happens, it isn't a glow that appears over them, it's an explosion of energy. The spirit had no idea that someone from another world could be one of these select few, but this was much greater than even those few.

His Aura came bursting out in a massive explosion that somehow DIDN'T affect the ruins. But the young man stepped away before it could. His Aura wasn't a light, it was a white mist that was flowing off his body. Waves of white energy running through the clearing. It was a bright and beautiful sight. No point in being quiet anymore. "HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME! HAHAHAHAH!" The power he felt flowing through him was indescribable. The spirit was in shock.

"I've never seen anything like this! You must have at least 5 times as much Aura as the average Beacon Student! No, 10! How is this even possible!?" The young man was enjoying his power so much that he hadn't noticed the pitch black werewolf that was now towering over him with large spikes of bone sticking out of its arms and back, with a bone mask and strange red markings on the mask. "A Beowolf Alpha!? Move!" The spirit commanded. He wasn't sure where the rest of the pack was but he didn't want to see the young man die now.

It's now known that the Aura explosion isn't what their Aura level stays at. It eventually settles down but whatever amount was coming out at the time is their real maximum, they rarely ever figure out how to bring that power back out though.

I looked up at the werewolf in front of me. I think the man said Beowolf. This must be a Grimm. Surely with this power I can wipe the floor with it. I jumped up at the mask of the Grimm to slash at its face. Yep, I definitely know how to use the sword now if I'm trying to swing it while in the air. Oh, hello floor. I was just talking about you… The Grimm brought its right paw down to cut me down, I jumped out of the way but it still nicked me on the way. I'm not any faster at all! I didn't even see the first hit! What kind of crappy power is this "Aura"!? I suddenly felt something throughout my whole body, especially my legs.

At this point the young man loses his excited face and it's replaced by a serious one, almost angry. "What is happening?" The spirit thought, he can only watch now as the brown haired bo- young man, fights for his life. "I guess this will be his test. But why did his Aura drop? It shouldn't normalize this fast! But the bright glow all around him is a bit dimmer. There is a bit less of the mist of his Aura flowing off of him. Why is it at 7.5 times instead of 10? Did the hit take that much out of him? No it couldn't. Wait… did his Aura… Change him?" The spirit humored the crazy thought process and went with it. "Did his Aura see that he isn't fast enough and permanently dissolve into all factors of speed? That would suggest there is an intelligence in his Aura… Is that possible?

The Grimm swung with its left, I suddenly found myself behind the Grimm. I swung the sword at his left leg to slow it down. It howled in pain before it swung its right and almost backhanded me but I quickly ran behind it again before it even finished its swing. Stabbed it in the left side and jumped back from another swing. No blood, strange. It charged at me, tried to bring its right arm straight down on my head, I brought up the sword vertically and the claws slid down the sword leaving sparks and the sound of metal hitting metal despite it being metal hitting bone claws. Its right was diverted to the ground and it swung its left at my face, I parried the blow away from me again. I jumped away from an attempt to bite my head off. "Okay, I'm moving REALLY fast right now! Just a moment ago I couldn't move anywhere near that fast." (At the moment he moved as fast as Ruby but settles down to just faster that Blake at this point.)

"Wait, he wasn't a Faunus a minute ago!" The spirit thought. Then he saw it clearly, a pair of cat ears that had so much fur you could almost mistake them for wolf ears, but the tail is obviously feline. Both ears and tail were glowing white, and the fur was white. "Cats ARE agile, I guess that's why he moves so fast now. But to think his Aura made him a Faunus out of necessity!" The young man left white feathers in his wake as he dashed around at impossible speeds.

He charged me again, I got ready to continue using my new speed to parry attacks. But the Grimm must have realized I was moving fast and decided to give it his all to kill me. Still nowhere near as fast as me. I parried all the strikes easily at first but wasn't sure what would happen if he got a swing in that I couldn't parry. Then it happened, he swung both claws at ALMOST the same time, I wouldn't be able parry one right after another so I braced for a hit. I wasn't strong enough to take it and was sent flying a good distance onto my back. I couldn't even hold onto my sword. But I used the momentum to finish the fall on my feet. I wasn't strong enough…

"It happened again!? It's at 5 times now. Still a constant mist flowing off of him. Where did the Aura go this time?" The young man got up, without a weapon, hands balled into fists. "He wouldn't…" But he did. He charged the Grimm determined to punch it. With Speed, his arms were blurs as he blocked clawed arms by pushing them away and, with Strength, striking with the force of a freight train. After a couple disabling hits in the side and gut he punched the Grimm in the jaw with a solid uppercut that sent it into the air and he jumped up the 15 feet to meet the defenseless Grimm. With the broken full moon behind him and angel wings made of Aura, he brought both hands together above his head for one downward strike and he let out a power filled "HAAAAAAAAAAA!" and struck the Grimm. It flew towards the ground as a comet of white energy. "That… wasn't his Aura…" The spirit thought in disbelief. The comet slammed into the ground leaving a Beowolf in a decent sized crater and the bone mask was cracked. It started to dissolve but instead of black mist it dissolved into white feathers, like the feathers on the young man's Aura wings or the ones he left as he dashed around, but the wings were see through and made of Aura, they probably hadn't actually functioned as wings. It was just a side effect of his Aura stabilizing, right? The wings were gone now, but a symbol now existed on the back of the boy's black shirt. The symbol was a simple white circle with angel wings inside the circle. The entire symbol was glowing from just being formed. The boy would be fine in this world, and it seems someone saw the whole fight. But wait, I need to tell him what I could figure out about his Aura and this… other energy. "I have some things to tell you still, be safe." The spirit said when the boy turned around breathing heavily from the power he just used. Then he disappeared. "What?" The young man asked. Barely conscious but clearly seeing the spirit leave. He turned to see a large man approaching him, then everything went dark.

Enemy tactical Author's note inbound:

I hope you find my story interesting enough to follow! Don't worry, my OC has a name, there just isn't any reason for a spirit to know his name and vice versa. My OC's name will be known in the next chapter. If, nothing goes wrong, the next chapter will be here in 6-7 days. I don't plan on becoming famous, I just read a LOT of RWBY fanfictions and got an idea for one that I didn't want to just stay in my head. I am easily pleased when it comes to stories. I don't complain about "character/plot development" or "drama" so I'm sorry if you think the story doesn't have certain things you want in a story. I just thought of something and now I'm putting it out there for you all. So I will gladly take compliments and CONSTURCTIVE criticism. Now, how my story goes.

I have one human OC planned, all the way through vol. 2 of the show, could add more after that. He comes from our world but RWBY doesn't exist. "Hey! I know you from an anime!" Would be kinda weird so that isn't gonna happen. If you're looking for an evil corporation to come with my OC, sorry. No plans on that. I do plan on adding another villain by the end of vol.2 or in vol. 3. I will follow the Canon story for as long as it goes on. I will add in extra fight scenes and I plan on adding a love for my character, but I will never completely divert from Canon. The love also won't take priority, this isn't a romance. I hope none of that stops you from reading my story. I only want to add a story to all the ones that I love (Like Black Fuego and his fanfic. My favorite story ever… of all time…) and that you might love it as well!

Again, hope you enjoy, follow, or see me fighting the darkness in Destiny. Have a great week! 3000 words. Not bad… Now to post this and hope the format isn't screwed up...