A/N: This story ties loosely with a previous story I have been writing, but you don't need to read it if you don't want to. It would also be great to receive feedback from you guys to see how I'm doing. Enjoy the story.

The club was great with the lights flashing, the lasers swinging, the crowd cheering, and the base pumping, that was until the Hoods showed up... at my club, with weapons. The Hoods were the owners of a rival club that was always a tad less successful than mine, and they've been threatening me for as long as I can remember. They were never any real danger before, a few arguments and back alley brawls, but I'd only ever ended up with a few bruises and black eyes. This time though, they meant business.

"Where is the little shit at?" Raphael, the leader of the Hoods, shouted. That's when he notice me at the DJ booth, "There he is, get him!" he commanded his two lackeys, both of which were wielding shock batons.

I set the track to keep playing music before the goons could reach me. I took off my headphones and put them around my neck as one goons jabbed at me with his baton. I dogged the jab and grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it and flinging him over the railing onto the dance floor. The other goon slashed at me, but I ducked under it, grabbed his head, and slammed it into the wall. He bounced off the wall, unconscious, and fell over the railing onto his waking comrade.

"You two are useless," Raphael shouted, "fine, I'll deal with you myself." He pulled out two large bowie knives and walked out to the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance your last dance on this earth." Maybe if I waited he would grow a brain and leave.

"Fine, you don't want to dance, I'll make you dance." He flipped his knives which turned into ominous revolvers and fired at me. With my quick reflexes, I lifted up my chest-sized DJ scratchboard and pressed a button. The board quickly began to morph into a large staff where the two records had blades protruding around the records at each of the ends. It looks similar to if someone took two sawblades and put them at either end of a pole. The blades began to spin and I slashed at the bullet coming towards my face. The music stopped, and everyone stared at what I had just done.

"Get out of my club," I commanded, "now."

"Or what? You'll scratch me to death?" Raphael replied with a smirk.

I jumped at him from the booth with my weapon, but he moved out of the way. He flipped his revolvers back to knives and slashed me. I barely managed to block the attack, catching his knives into my still spinning blade. Sparks erupted from the spinning metal grinding his knives down inch by inch. He pulled away and flipped his knives back to revolvers and fired, but the damage to his weapons were too severe and the bullets caught in their chambers, exploding the barrels.

Raphael knelt from the pain and looked at me, "Goddamit, I thought you were just a DJ."

"Get out of my club." I said again. He got up and walked out of the club with his two slightly damaged goons.

I walked back up to the booth and plugged my scratchboard back in, continuing the music. The club slowly picked up pace as if nothing had happened.

I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Leonardo Mute and I have a pretty interesting life.

Ozpin was looking through all of the student application forms when one caught his eye.

Name: Leonardo Mute

Sex: Male

Height: 6'1"

Weapon: A double ended sawblade spear/ DJ scratchboard named Tone Deaf

Semblance: TBA

Attire: Orange headphones, Orange tank top with symbol embroidered in the center, Black cargo pants, and White skateboard shoes

Symbol: A Quaver musical note with an angry face in the center

Origin: Unknown

Species: Human

Ozpin looked over the file, Yes, he thought, He'll be perfect…

To be continued