Guardians of Realm
Summary: We've seen the adventures of Team RWBY and their friends as they battle the creatures of Grimm, the White Fang, and Cinder's Faction but what of the huntsmen- and huntresses-in-training elsewhere? Join team BRGD as they deal with their own set of problems! SYOC! (Submit your own character) Currently accepting OCs!
A/N: Hey everyone! Yes, yes, I know I haven't been the most reliable when it comes to finishing SYOCs but honestly, who has been? There are only a handful of SYOCs stories that have finished completely so yeah. I feel like at this point, SYOCs are more of like writing and creative exercises for both the writer and the reader. I'll try to finish this story but no promises! If that scares you off, I'm sorry. If you like the uncertainty factor or just like making OCs, then I'm the author for you!
In case you didn't read the summary and you only decided to check this story out because it said "SYOC" or "accepting OCs," this story will not be following team RWBY and they won't appear until the protagonists get to Beacon for the Vytal Festival. Also, this isn't in the summary but I will be coming up with fake Grimm because we've already seen enough of the cannon Grimm, however I will be using them as well. This way, different Grimm can be found in different parts of the world kind of like Pokemon!. Anyways if either of these concepts bother you, this isn't the story for you. If you're totally fine with an OC-centered story and fake Grimm, then come right on in!
(UPDATE: Okay so Rooster Teeth and I seem to be thinking on the same wavelength because the day before they showed Winter Schnee's water bird summoning thing in her fight against Qrow, I updated this story and Driz's semblance WAS him using water dust to create clones of Grimm which wasn't so bad until Winter summoned a Beowolf with her Glyph. On top of that, a couple weeks after, they revealed Flynt Coal who uses a trumpet as a weapon. Yin was originally named Rhy and he originally used a…trumpet and even had a different personality. But to not conflict with Rooster Teeth because they thought of these ideas first, it was mere coincidence that I had them as well, I've changed Rhy to Yin as well as Driz's semblance. Also, the main team's name was spelled BRGD but since I have to make all these changes, I decided to change the spelling of the name to BGDY while I was at it.)
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of its characters. I am but a humble fan with ideas.
Prologue
B Trailer: Bothain Stone
The rolling waves crashed onto the grainy shore, spraying my face with a salty mist. The taste was unforgiving but welcoming at the same time. The beach wouldn't be the beach without it and I love everything about the beach from the serene sound of its waves to the occasional cawing of the seagulls passing overhead. You know, when they don't defecate on your shoes.
People prefer to watch the ocean during sunset, but I prefer doing it at night. Looking out into the endless abyss reminds me of life. You can only see so much ahead of you and past that, it's a complete mystery. There's something there, though. There's always something there even if you can't see it. That's the beauty of life. There will always be something waiting for you beyond your field of vision. You could say that it reminds me of why I do what I do – why I chose the job I have.
I sat on a rock in the field of large stones, resting firmly on the loose sand. The surface pressing against my bottom was incredibly cold but I didn't mind it any more than the chilly breeze colliding against my face. I was used to this all though, which is why I brought a sweater to combat the low temperatures.
A crunching sound caused me to turn my head. My family knew that I liked to come out here but never followed – they knew I could take care of myself. It was difficult to see the figure but it definitely wasn't human. The four demonic crimson eyes guaranteed that. As it approached me, I could make out more of its body, starting with the ghostly white mask that covered its face. It was long with red markings spreading throughout it. The dark shape blended in well with the darkness surrounding us but the way it moved, I could see that it had stout legs and long arms. Once I identified that it resembled an ant-eater, I knew that this was a Soul Eater, a creature of Grimm.
Suddenly, the dark beast opened its mouth and a long gray tongue flew out at me. I quickly jumped backwards to avoid it and watched it wrap around the rock I sat on a moment before. The tongue crushed it with great ease, creating a pile of rubble.
Wearing my poker face, I reached for the nun-chucks, which I properly named Desert Hunter, holstered at my side. I twirled the weapon before running towards the creature. In response, the Soul Eater shot its tongue again but I shifted to my right to dodge it. Nearing it, I swung my nun-chucks upwards to hit the creature's jaw from underneath, causing it to bite its own tongue.
While the Soul Eater roared in pain, I took advantage of its vulnerability and hit it with my weapon again, forcing its head downwards. Using the momentum of my previous attack, I placed my hand on the ground and spun my body to kick its face with the heel of my boot. Finally, I jumped and landed right on the neck and with a loud crack, I knew it was dead. As I stepped over the limp body, it began to evaporate as all Grimm do.
Facing forward, I let out a groan upon seeing the multitude of Grimm before me. How unfortunate…that they decided to attack me on the beach.
I reached behind my back and plucked the cork from the metal container strapped to my lower back. I began spinning Desert Hunter again and orange Dust began to leak from the container to surround the metal rod. The horde of Soul Eaters attacked me but with a swing of my nun-chucks, I created a wall of sand to halt their assault.
I closed my hand to solidify the loose wall and trap my attackers in place. I grabbed Desert Hunter with both hands and took a good look at it. The black and orange weapon was connected by a durable string instead of a chain like most nun-chucks and each handle consisted of two rods instead of one – a circular piece connected the rods. On each handle, one rod was longer than the other so I grabbed the ends of the weapon and with a press of a button, the rods folded outward and settled at an obtuse angle. Finally, I brought together the free ends of the weapon to form a bow with the string waiting to be pulled.
With the bow stretched out before me, I lifted my free hand and more orange dust gathered in it to solidify into a sand arrow. With my projectile in hand, I pulled back on the string and jumped high over the wall of sand to unleash a rapid succession of sand arrows which pierced each of the Soul Eaters in vital parts of their bodies. Like their friend, they too evaporated and the wall of sand fell to blend in with the rest of the beach.
Now that I was done, I let out a sigh and found a new rock to sit on and continued watching the waves.
From the creators of the "Star Academy"…
G Trailer: Tai Garfield
My boots sank into the pale sheet, burying the bottom of my light gray pants with them, every time I took a step through the snow storm. White crystals whirled around me – some grazing my skin, some clinging to my clothing. The little clothing I did have consisted of my pants, boots, a black vest with orange trim and a long, ragged piece of beige cloth wrapped around my neck like a scarf.
Even with the black sky above head, I could see as clear day. The mask on my face was a bigger hindrance on my vision than the lack of sunlight but I wasn't vulnerable by any means - the striped triangular ears resting above my head made sure of that. In that precise moment, said ears began twitching. I could head twigs snapping about fifteen yards away from the North.
I turned my head to the right to find a group of Ursa emerging from a cluster of trees. Curling my hands into compact fists, I hear the sound of my black leather gauntlets rubbing against themselves. Flinging my arms downwards, the three blades on each gauntlet extended to become a set of claws.
Without wasting any time, I rush towards the incoming Grimm and they reciprocate the action. One of the Ursa was ahead of the others so I assumed it was more suicidal than its friends. As we neared each other, it raised its enormous paw while I raised my hand. Time seemed to slow down in the small second that we were in front of each other with an arm raised and claws ready to dig into each other's flesh. I could see the miniscule flakes slowly descending in the space between us and I could feel the snow beneath me rising up my leg the more it dog into the white blanket.
The ravenous creature and I looked eyes. Bloody, gluttonous eyes met with my serene icy eyes. I was staring down a dangerous monster than could easily tear me limb from limb without mercy and all the only word I can use to describe my emotion at the time is calm because after all, the Ursa was looking at the same thing.
Like a bullet, my arm slammed into the Ursa's face, eliciting a cracking noise, and the beast was launched several hundred feet away. I didn't have to look to know that its body was evaporating into nothingness. Without losing pace, I run up to the next one and duck underneath its arm as it tries to rip my head off similar to what I did to its friend. I push off the ground with my strong legs and impaled the Ursa's head with the right gauntlet of Civil Savage. Using the momentum, I cleanly rip the head off and jump over the body.
When I land, the skull fades from its steel executioners but I pay no mind. Instead, I continue onto its friends and within minutes, I find myself standing over the body of the last Ursa as it slowly ceases to exist. Once again, I am the only creature in the area.
As I reached the cowl of my scarf to place it over my head, I notice that the beige cloth is missing. It takes me a few moments to find it lying somewhere far off. It appears that I dropped it when I rushed the Ursa. Without dwelling on it, I walk over, pick it up, and wrap it around myself. Finally, I cover my head and continue onward.
And based on Rooster Teeth's "RWBY"…
D Trailer: Driz Levenstein
My black boots clicked against the wooden floor as I casually strode up to the helm of the ship. She sure was a beauty, this boat, and it was so great to see the crew taking such good care of her. I smiled confidently with my head up, shoulders back, and arms crossed over my chest. The waves rocked the ship gently on the dock we were anchored at and the cawing of the seagulls flying overhead in the sky resonated in my ear allowed me to immerse myself in the environment.
"Hey you!"
I looked down to see one of the crewmen looking directly at me and he'd called the attention of his shipmates.
"What do you think you're doing, kid?! You're not supposed to be on this ship!"
I scoffed, "Of course I am! Don't you see this?" I referred to the coat I donned which was primarily light gray with accents of crimson and indigo on the sleeves, edges, and small designs throughout it.
"Oi! He thinks this is dress-up!" The ship's deck was filled with roaring laughter but I would have none of that!
"I will not tolerate such disrespect!" I pushed my coat's fold aside to reveal the cutlass at my hip. However, this is no ordinary cutlass! The ring at the bottom of the hilt, the crevasses running through it, and the screws bolted into it suggest that it can transform and transform it can! Riptide is what I named this marvelous weapon.
Another sailor yelled, "E's even got uh toy sword!" And their laughter was reignited.
Angered, I drew the sword to reveal a very sharp edge, which I pointed at the ridiculing seamen. They didn't seem to take to kindly to my declaration of action so some of them reached for their pistols while others grabbed broomsticks or any other bludgeoning objects. In response to the barrels being aimed at me, I unscrewed the vile of blue dust hanging from my neck and let the sapphire powder pour onto my hand. Using the elemental properties of the dust, it became water and by activating my semblance, the liquid shaped itself into a shield.
The shield was still made completely of water but the bullets that were shot at me bounced off as though it was metal. This confused the sailors to no end and urged me to grin victoriously. You see, my semblance allows me to solidify water! Awesome, right?!
I wasn't done with these scallywags just yet so I pressed a button on the guard of my saber and the pieces began to slide, fold, and contort into an anchor-like shape. The hand guard slid between the hilt and the blade. The sharp edge of the blade slid upwards and flattened out to become perpendicular to the length. Finally, an opening appeared at the very tip of the weapon, for firing purposes, but I wouldn't injure my crew...just yet.
Deciding to have some fun, I used my semblance on the dust to create a chain which I attached to Riptide's ring and let the anchor loose, holding only the hydro chain. Once again, the sailors were bewildered by the phenomenon.
I began swinging the anchor and launched it towards one of the masts. With the chain grasped firmly in my hand, I yell, "I am the greatest captain!" After pacing backward to give myself some room, I ran forward at top speed. Upon reaching the edge of the quarterdeck, I push myself and swing through the air, yelling, "Woohoo!"
The rush was incredible! The wind pounded against my face and made my coat float behind me. I bet I looked awesome! What wasn't awesome was when my face met the mast and my ride was over. Next thing I knew, I was looking up at the sails with the sky in the background, completely dazed.
I could hear even more laughter erupt around me so I quickly stood up to find all of the sailors around me.
"Alright, kid, we've all had enough fun for a day. How about you leave and let us get back to our work?"
I grinned, "You're lucky this ship is so awesome or I wouldn't want it with a crew full of numbskulls. Do you not speak English or something? Because this is my ship now."
"Why you!"
Infuriated, the crewmen came at me, but I was too quick for them. I grabbed the chain against and kicked off of one of the men to give myself a boost as I climbed up my water-based creation. Gunshots started to fire again but luckily for me, my aura protected me from taking too much damage. Still, the bullets that hit me would definitely leave some bruises. One I made it to Riptide, I plucked it from the mast and continued climbing until I was at the very top.
Now this was a view. The rolling waves sparkled from the sunlight and continued on for miles and miles. I want to see what's out there and I know that one day, I'm going to travel the whole world to see it all.
Breaking me away from my thoughts, a bullet nudged my foot, causing me to lose my balance. I wound up on the floor looking up at all of the crewmen around me, mentally thanking my aura for preventing me from dying. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to protect me from what happens next. One of the sailors grabbed me by the collar and yanked me to my feet.
He raised a fist and all I could do was beg, "Not the face! Not the face!"
Legacy918 Presents…
Y Trailer: Yin Kagerama
I stand silently high above the dimly lit streets on the lonely rooftop of an abandoned building. This place used to be a department store with clothes and furniture that my family would often shop at. We'd also go to the movie theatre down the street on Friday nights and have picnics at the park a few blocks away on Sunday mornings. But that was all before everything went wrong.
No one expected it because we were in a time of peace. There was no warning for what would happen and why would there be? This is just a small town on the outskirts of Mistral. No one really cared about us. They didn't care to keep an eye on us or to warn us. They definitely didn't care enough to help us in our time of need. After all my dad and his co-workers did for their economy you'd think that that would've accounted for something. It didn't.
My father was buried inside the mines he worked inside for fifteen years, my mother and brother, lost to the Grimm, and my city…destroyed in the chaos.
I look out at the damaged buildings, the empty streets, and the dying trees. Windows had been broken and the glass lay on the floor, untouched for years. Debris and misplaced cars littered the streets. Some people did not even manage to get out of their cars so their decaying bodies stayed frozen in time much like this city.
As I look at the crumbling moon above, a small drop of rain fall onto my face. Soon, more started to come down onto my old home so I pulled the neck of my long-sleeved shirt over my nose like a mask.
I noticed the cluster of Grimm festering underneath me in the streets but they weren't alone. There was a man with a cape and a large sword behind him…and he was in the eye of the tornado. Was he insane? There were at least a hundred Grimm down there and he was going to fight them all on his own?
I couldn't just leave him there to die so I took hold of the sword that I kept sheathed behind me, and jumped off the building into the fray. With a firm grip on the sheath, which I designed to be shaped like a gun's handle, I pulled the strange katana out. Why is it strange? Maybe because it had a black barrel ending halfway up the length of the blade. It has its purpose, trust me.
During my descent, I noticed that the man does not even need my help. He easily cuts away at their ranks in a whirlwind of sword swings. This did not stop some of the Grimm from noticing me and choosing a new target. They were probably better off that way considering what this man was doing to their kin. The few Beowolves that rush up the building begin to near me but I cut through them with ease, using the small battles to slow my fall. When I reach the first floor, I kick myself away from the old shopping center and landed right beside the stranger, driving Tsukiyomi through the ivory skull of a Beowolf.
Grimm surround us from all sides but I remain calm, waiting for them to make their first strike. Another Beowolf attacks, but I duck and slash upwards, ultimately ending it. The beast evaporated into a dark mist and faded into the night, lost forever in oblivion.
I turned my head slightly to find the man looking back at me with his lips curved into a half-smile and his crimson eyes sparkling with vigor. He doesn't look too young with the small stubble growing from his chin but he couldn't be too old either with the way he fought. His movements did seem a tad…off beat. Perhaps he's fatigued.
Regardless, he acknowledged me as an ally and the two of us began our onslaught on the Grimm with nothing but out swords, our wits, and our will to survive. I am an adept fighter in my own right but this man was clearly more experienced from the way he effortlessly wielded his large weapon and cut away at the dark creatures. He saved my neck more than once that day and when it was all over, he pulled his sword out of the last Grimm's shattered skull and turned to me.
I watched him with carefully, still wearing my mask, and he stared at me back with tattered magenta eyes. We were locked in a stand still as rain continued to fall around us, soaking away the sweat and blood from our battle. Finally, he cracked a smile and pushed his graying locks backwards before approaching me with a hand forward.
"What's your name, kid?" he asked.
"Yin…"
"Huh, that's funny. I have a niece named Yang. You're not her long lost fraternal twin brother, are you?" he joked. I didn't laugh so he moved on from the subject. "Thanks for watching my back out there."
My eyes widen from surprise. He was thanking me after he'd saved me multiple times?! Who was this guy?
As to not disrespect and possibly anger him, I briefly shake his hand and meekly respond, "I-I um…it was nothing."
"Nothing? You've got some real skill. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
My eyes shot away from him, desperately trying to find something else to look at – anything would suffice.
"My master taught me."
"You didn't go to a school?"
"No."
"That's impressive. So I bet you built that weapon with your master too, right?"
"Yes."
"You're not much for conversation are you?"
"W-well you're a stranger."
He chuckled to himself, "You know when your parents told you not to talk to strangers they didn't mean you had to act all stiff."
"I'm bad with new people."
"Huh? Really? Why's that?"
"Haven't been around too many."
"Where have you been around?"
I look around at the scarred streets and crumbling buildings before turning back to him and saying, "Here."
He took a moment to scan the area himself and asked, "You live here?" I simply nod. "But it's infested with Grimm."
"It's my home."
"Oh. Well what about your master?"
My gaze dropped as I revealed, "He disappeared one day so I came to the only place I knew."
A hand on my shoulder caused my head to shoot up to the man standing over me. He had a sympathetic look on his face when he told me, "Well home is wherever you feel you belong and if it's this place, I think it's worth protecting. But…protecting a city, especially one littered with Grimm is a big task for someone on their own. Why not go out into the world to get stronger and meet some friends? This isn't something you have to do by yourself."
"There is no one left from this city. I cannot put this burden on outsiders."
"You can't put burdens on friends. They'll help you regardless of the task or the cost. Just give it some thought."
As he began walking away, I stopped him, "Hey, wait! What are you doing out here?"
He was silent for a moment but he answered, "I'm out here on a mission."
"So you're a huntsman?"
"That's right. You could be one too – a well-trained huntsman. Tell you what Yin, Haven isn't too far from here. Go to them and tell 'em Qrow sent you."
That was the last I ever saw of Qrow but that brief encounter was enough to change my destiny of forever guarding this rotting city on my own.
Guardians of Remnant
Credits to DJTiki for the prologue formatting.
And there you have it! The prologue for this story! You have now been introduced to the main characters of this story and you will learn more about them as you read. If you are interested, you may submit a character of your own! The rules and form are on my profile so be sure to check it out! Leave your comments, questions, and concerns in the reviews and with that, I look forward to seeing the OCs you guys come up with. Legacy, out!