Edited: 3/31/14 - Just some small plot hole filling and grammar editing.

A/N

*A bed with a mountain pile of empty Dr. Pepper bottles, Starbucks Refresh Energy Drink cans, and dozens of empty Warheads Extreme Sour Hard Candy Wrappers on top of it comes into view. Mountain begins to shake. A few empty bottles, cans and wrappers go flying the author's head pops out from within the giant 6ft pile of garbage*

"Hey guys! Sorry for the mess but that is how I get my creative juices going. Anyways, this here is one of the new fics I was talking about, a RWBY fic. This will feature a few OCs, all of them are an exagerated representation of people in my life, as well as featuring some from my buddy Victor Albadan. This story will be following the show's storyline and such (AKA "Cannon"), and will also (maybe) be a crossover RWBY fic with another RWBY fic that is written by my friend Victor Albadan. Also, since it has been almost a year exactly (for those guys that are coming from the other fandom that I wrote for) by the way, I'm just typing up all the chapters for that story before I go back to posting again) since I last wrote anything, I would like you guys to know that I have matured greatly and my writing style (and my jokes) have also improved immensely, what with me being 16 now and getting my driver's license (but unfortunately I'm still single, only because I put all my time and effort into high school). Oh, if you are wondering, 'How the hell does Chris have time to write fan fics?!', it is because I write out the outlines to them during Health and Fitness Class, and then type up (sometimes I wing it) the story in the middle of the night. Ok I think I have rambled on for too long, but before you go on to read the story - "

*Author reaches into the junk pile, and begins to rummage around.*

"Where is it?... Nope not that... RedVsBlue Season 11 DVD? That should be in its case how'd it wind up here?... *Author puts DVD aside carefully and resumes his search* Come on I just had it not too long ago- Aha! There it is!"

*Author pulls out his iPad from the behemoth of a recyclable mountain pile*

"Ok, as I was saying, before you go on to read the story I would like to announce that since I now have an iPad (school issued one at that, yeah I'm a rebel), I have the convenience of instantly uploading a story anytime. So no more worries. Ok so I'm done here you can read now, that is if you haven't already. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to clean up."

*Author ducks back into the pile, but not before grabbing a giant plastic bag from under his bed.*

Chapter 1: I Hate This Place
(3rd POV)
(Date in story: January 17)
Inth City

Christopher Alexandris Corvus is an oddity.

Now this 16 year old may not look like much, what with his pitch black hair, brown-burgundy eyes, sharp face, thin lips, Roman nose, long arms legs and fingers, and his strange affinity for his jacket - but this young man holds the deepest, most darkest secrets in the world.

But he doesn't know this, for they are buried deep within him and his family, guarded, yet forgotten. Waiting to be found, unlocked, and revealed.

But only one can unlock them.

And that one person is the Praesul de Veritas et Occulta.

'I wish I was sent to Signal with Allen, instead of this freakin' hellhole!', thought a thin teen as he walked out of history class and headed to his Dust Chemistry and Mechanical Theory class.

'At least he doesn't have to deal with overly preppy students and a anti hunter/huntress curriculum.', the teen continued complaining.

He sighed.

At least his next class's professor was a pro-hunter, and encouraged his students to build their weapons and such in his class, as long as it used Dust.
The only class he liked is the Dust Chemistry and Mechanical Theory class. Here he could release his genius in the form of Dust powered creations.

The teen walked into his class, only to be greeted by a missile headed right at him. Reacting quickly, the teen ducked, pulled out a handgun setting it to grappling, shot the claw at the missile, pulled the missile back toward him, pulled out a dual bladed trench sword, and then sliced the explosive in two. That being done, the teen put his things back into his jacket, and then turned around.

He scowled.

"What the hell! Nikolai, you Crazy Russian! What the hell are you doing?!", he yelled.

"Sorry Chris, I was working on the heat seeking mechanism and I forgot it was loaded, plus you know how it has a hairline trigger.", said a pale, bronze haired teen with glasses, now identified as Nikolai.

"Why would you work on the heat seeking when you know that I am warmer than most people because of my jacket?" Chris responded through clenched teeth.

"I thought that it would only work on the Grimm because they tend to be about 103 °." Nikolai explained.

Chris sighed.

Chris ran a hand through his messy pitch black hair and said, "Whatever. Scoot over, I need to add the Dust Wings to the back of my jacket. Oh, and hand me that wrench... and that 5cm dia. flex vacuum tube... and that canister of purple Dust. Thanks."

Nikolai passed the materials Chris needed and they continued to get back to work, as the class began to fill up and the Professor finished his coffee in his office next door.

(2 Hours later; LOCATION: Hallway leading to the Mail Room)

Chris and Nikolai had just finished their last classes for the day and it being a mail day, there was bound to be new mail waiting for them.

The Mail Room was surprisingly empty today, but that just caused the two friends to be relieved, because this meant more privacy for them to read their mail and dispose of any junk mail (or embarrassing letters) into the furnace, rather than walking all the way back to their dorms (a 10 minute walk), going through the mail, and then just walk back to the Mail Room to burn the trash. Much easier to do it in the Mail Room.

They opened their respective mail boxes and began to sort through the delivered mail.

Chris began mumbling about what he received. "Junk, junk, junk, oohh!~ a 50% off coupon to the Dust 'R' Us! Keeping that... junk, junk, another beta test request for a new Halycron game, an expulsion threat letter from district's teaching curriculum officials telling me to give up being a Huntsman (as if), more junk - wait, what's this?" The thing in question was a faded yellow envelope addressed to him with no return address.

"Hey, I got one too!" Nikolai exclaimed.

"Lets open them together." Chris said, Nikolai nodding in agreement.

The two opened the envelopes, took out and unfolded the letters, and read them out loud.

Dear Christopher Alexandris Corvus/Nikolai Dimitri Juan Blásquez,

What lies in your hands right now is an acceptance letter. We have reviewed your skills as a Huntsman, and might we say that we are impressed. On 1/18 you will report to the Inth Airport at 10:00 AM at gate BR-210 for Departure. You will arrive in the town of Vale. Congratulations, you have been accepted into Beacon Academy. We hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
Professor Ozpin
Headmaster of Beacon Academy

They finished reading the letter and were too shocked to say anything for a few minutes.

Chris was the first to break the ice.
"Well, I have only one thing to say... AHHH HELL YEAH! I CAN FINALLY GET OUT OF HERE! YEAH! Woohoo! FUCK YOU RAFT! FUCK YOU INTH CITY! I'M GONNA GO AND PACK MY BAGS! I'M LEAVING IN 20 MINUTES! SEE YOU TOMORROW, NIKOLAI!"

Chris ran to his room still clutching his mail.

Nikolai was still frozen from shock.

A/N

Ok, so that was great and all, but I will post the character profiles next chapter for you to read. I have already written half of Chapter 2, so just wait another week for it, it'll be better than this chapter.

- Chris
AKA BrightRaven210