Countless millennia ago, humanity and faunus broke free from the enslavement of the Precursor race on Remnant. When they took their freedom, they discovered the reason the Precursors were there: a material called "Dust." Two orders emerged: The Templar Order, which sought to use the Dust to rule the world, and the Assassin Brotherhood, which sought to keep humans and faunus free from enslavement. However, in the recent years, and the rise of the White Fang, both sides made a truce to halt the war, to stop the organization from gaining more power. However, as the White Fang's chapter comes to a close, the Templar have purged the kingdoms of Assassin influence, and now use the White Fang and the kingdoms to play a twisted game of chess. However, all is not lost. For the Templar forgot about one Assassin (how they missed him, I have no idea), who will ignite the eternal war once again and free the people from the grasp of the Templar.
Two years before the events of RWBY, Season 1, Episode 1
The elevator stopped with a sort of jerk. The doors opened, and I entered the large room. It had gears, arranged in such a way that it looked like clockwork. The entire room was painted in an olive greenish color, and there was a man with white hair and spectacles on, sitting at the desk. Behind him was a large window, looking out over the Kingdom of Vale. I walked up to the desk and sat down.
"Hello again, Gideon." The man said, pouring me a cup of tea.
"G'day to you, Ozzy." I took my hood off, letting the longish, unkempt brown hair of mine breath. I adjusted the grey hoodie to make it more comfortable, and picked up the cup. I took a sip, put the cup back down, and let out a sigh.
"I guess that you have bad news today?" Ozpin said, pouring himself a cup.
"They've bloody done it, mate. They've taken over not only the governments, but the White Fang too." I slammed one of my fists, both of which had black fingerless gloves for some amount of protection, on the desk. I wasn't happy.
"I know. It is unfortunate."
"Unfortunate!? Mate, they've got the 'hole bloody world in their hand, and you're just brushin' it off as 'unfortunate'!?"
"There is nothing I can do to help with this, especially since the Brotherhood was destroyed."
"You mean, nearly destroyed. I'm still livin'." I sat back down, not realizing that I had stood up during my shouting.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can legally do." He said, standing up and walking to the window.
"Legally is the keyword there, mate." I said, waving a finger.
"Are you suggesting that I break the law?" He asked.
"Just some 'munition here and there, mate. To keep your old pal goin'."
"I will see what I can do, for a friend." He smiled.
"Thanks, mate." I stood up and, pulling my hood up, walked back to the elevator.
Years later . . .
I ran across the rooftops, through the city, the tails of my grey robes flying behind me. I jumped down onto a truck, landing without a sound. I chuckled to myself as I crept to the back, silent as the wind. I drew a revolver and shot one of the locks off with one of the six dust-infused bullets. I jumped in to see containers of Dust.
"Knew it." I said, spinning around on a heel and aiming my gauntlet-mounted grapple hook at a rooftop. I fired it, hitting my mark. I sidestepped and shot the other end into the truck, and braced myself as it jerked to a sudden stop, the front windshield shattering as the driver flew out. I put the retractor onto the wire and retracted the grapple hook into the gauntlet. Jumping out, I sprinted to the cabin and climbed in, turning around to return the stolen Dust to the shop it was stolen from. For a while, I thought I was in the clear. How wrong I was. The truck suddenly sped forward, and I slammed it to a stop. Kicking open the door, I saw the cargo trailer a few hundred feet behind me, with White Fang agents inspecting it.
"Hey, you blokes didn't forget 'bout me, did ja?" I remarked, running towards the nearest one and grabbing the barrel of his gun. I slammed the butt of the gun into his face, knocking him to the ground. I flipped the gun around in my hand and shot the other two guys. I heard sirens closing in.
"Sorry, mates, but I gotta go now." I used the grapple hook to ascend a building, just before the police, or whatever they're called, showed up. They quickly arrested the Fangs that were still alive, and inspected the truck. I chuckled as I grappled away to the poorer part of the city. It wasn't in ruin or anything, not that poor, just not as shiny as the downtown. That, and a lot more drunks roaming about. I got down and went into my tavern, the Dusty Drink. I closed it before I left, so I made sure everything was in order before flipping the sign around. Not a half hour later, it was nearly full with workers, usual drunks, etc. After ten, I closed it down, chased the stubborn ones out, and flipped on the tv in my upstairs apartment.
"Today, the Schnee dust company was robbed. After receiving reports of gunfire in downtown, police were able to apprehend the perpetrators. They were members of the White Fang. Two were found dead at the scene, shot dead, and one was knocked out, with a mark on his face. Eyewitnesses say that a man, seemingly no older than 19, and wearing a grey robes with a gauntlet on his left arm, stopped the truck and killed two of the White Fang members. More at 11." I chuckled as I locked the stache where I kept my gear and robes. The people knew I existed, and that's getting me one step closer to bringing the Brotherhood back.
"Arg!" I yelled, collapsing to the floor, clutching my heart. "Guess I'm still not as used to it as I'd like to be." I said, getting onto the bed and lying there. Of course, keeping hidden from the Templar came at the cost of my Aura and most of my Soul. So, I can't take many hits, and no abilities besides Eagle Vision, a type of vision that I can use to find people and items of interest through walls. Though, mine is now far less effective, since it's linked to one's aura. Of course, I can still use it, since it's in my DNA, but only at a very short range compared to most Assassins and Templar. It works by detecting one's aura, and showing me the outline of the protective barrier that the aura creates. Since mine's gone, I can't be detected by it. That's how the Templar found the Assassins one by one, the others refused to give up their auras. They were ignorant,holding onto the idea that the Templar were honorable, instead of facing the truth. So now I walk alone, the only warrior one one side of an eternal war.
Eventually, I slipped away into my sleep, letting myself rest after another day of fighting the good fight. I won't stop until those Templar bastards give up their quest for power.