Hai! Names Razgriz4323, and this is my first Fanfiction. I've been mulling over creating one for about 2 years now… then I started in July, stopped in August, then started again this month basically completely rewriting the 11 pages I had in its entirety. Any and all criticism is appreciated. I make plenty of mistakes, though I will try to catch all grammar errors as best as I can! I can English I swear! (I hope)

Disclaimer: Will contain various crossovers from a variety of not-predetermined universes… NOTE: I do not own any of them and only own the OC (No, not the powers either). Copyrights yadda yadda, I'm doing this for fun, not money yadda yadda… you get the gist of it.

Physical Appearance

Our protagonist stands somewhat tall at 6'2", with long and wild hair (Imagine Blanka's hairstyle from SFV but more pulled back and not as wild, for example, no long sideburns). He has crimson colored eyes and a fair skin complexion with a medium build if using the average male as a basis of comparison. He is lean and not overly muscular. At the center of his right cheek lies two jagged scars, one slightly shorter than the other. The scars ended about an inch before reaching his ear. Casual attire consists of a t-shirt of varying colors and whatever pants or shorts he finds comfortable. If wearing shorts he'll wear black running shoes with white bottoms, otherwise, he'll wear full black combat boots. His combat attire is basically Shay Cormac's Templar outfit with a notable addition of a hood and lack of the Templar cross and having fingerless gloves instead. The red highlights across the outfit are instead a dark shade of purple.

Post this chapter, THIS (imgur + /a/VrgjaiE) (an Assassins Creed symbol with wings) is tattooed on his upper back with an inclusion of the omega symbol (think God of War) centered in the middle of the assassins symbol. The left wing is colored blue, the right colored red. The assassins symbol is a bright platinum, the omega symbol a deep bronze.

Origin: RWBYverse. He is half human and half Faunus, his animalistic trait being the ability to instantaneously alter his teeth to be human or jagged and sharp shark teeth. Other abilities will be explained as the story progresses. Note, this is not a crossover. The story will mainly take place within the MHA verse.

Arc 0 Chapter 1

-Location: Station of Serenity?

Darkness is all he could see around him. He's been walking on some sort of ornate colorful glass with a mosaic-ish design all around. There's an odd echo of his footsteps around him, despite the lack of any type of wall that sound could bounce off of. How did he get here? He's not too sure, the last thing that he could recall was an annoying woman with a white hood trying to get him to surrender. He scoffed at the memory, damned Atlesians were resorting to hiring random mercenaries and he had enough blood on his hands already. He starts walking, only to somehow trip on nothing.

THUD!

His face lands flat on the floor, his anger rising at how inherently clumsy he can be. Like, he can take on monsters and man alike but seemingly can't handle something as simple as walking.

RUMBLE!

The ground begins to shake, our to be announced character slightly panicking thinking that the glass was going to shatter looked around for anything he could possibly jump towards or even a better foothold to realize that he forgot the entirety of the floor around him is flat. He alters his position, now in a crouched stance akin to that of a predator stalking prey ready to pounce to wherever he deemed safe. Slowly, the shaking begins to dwindle. It eventually stops, the only sounds that would be heard would be the breaths of the red-head on the floor. He looks left, then right in an attempt to see if anything around him changed at all. Nothing, even the glass is the same. He waits another minute if only to ease his mind of the lack of dangers around him.

…

He pushes himself up, taking another look around him. He wouldn't say that he's afraid, but he's very much freaked out. He sighs, exhaling in an attempt to calm his nerves. He chants, 'There's nothing around me, nothing to worry about, nothing should happen… I hope.' Opting to continue his objective of finding a way out of wherever he was, he began walking again only to freeze upon hearing a loud CRACK right below him. 'Fuck me and my big mouth, I shouldn't have said anything at all! Wait, I never said anything… DAMN YOU SHITTY LUCK!' Shakily, he looks to where his right foot is to confirm that there was a huge crack right under it. He tries to lift that same foot, only for the crack to grow bigger. More and more cracks begin appearing around him, as he prepares another crouching stance to jump only to hear the glass shattering around him. Yet, he does not fall. Instead, the individual shapes begin to float upwards, revealing a bright light below. The sudden change in brightness was too much to handle at once, as he covers his eyes with his hands. He'd prefer to not be blind, thank you. A few moments later, the shattering of glass stops. Silence ensues again, prompting him to peek through his fingers. Satisfied at the now manageable brightness, he finds himself atop a cylindrical dome of sorts, the floor beneath him having the same colored glass as before. He looks behind him to find the edge of the platform with only darkness past and below it. He looks to the front, suddenly realizing that there was something in front of him that wasn't there before.

In front of him stood three marble pillars, each containing some form of ornate design. What stood out was that the pillars had a large symbol etched upon each side. The pillar directly in front of him has a symbol of an axe, with runes covering the bladed portion of the axe and two more on the handle. The pillar to his left contained an image of a heater shield containing a symbol he recognized from his world: the Arc family crest.

'I wonder how they're faring so far, can't really imagine having so many kids. Hopefully, they've got Jaune up and running with his training.' He ponders back to the memory of Jaune having asked him to train him in swordsmanship and combat in general… yet he could not. He had still been on his warpath and getting off of it was not an option at that point in time. Neither did he want to bring the kid into it, but luckily his parents had rebuked the offer from the get-go. He was curious as to why there was such an instantaneous refusal, but he opted to say his goodbyes and continue his journey.

He looked at the pillar to his right, and it had what looked to be a three-clawed hand. 'Kinda looks like a dragon's hand… er-claw'. He could see that it was positioned with its palm facing upwards, the three fingers curled towards what looked to be an orb. The orb contained a tiny image of a wizard hat, with a ribbon bound around the base.

'Was I teleported to some kind of Kingdom Hearts knock-off? I thought the pillars were smaller and had weapons atop of them. Not like I would bother with a weapon anyhow, I've already got a few that I like to use.' He looked around for a moment, confirming the vast amount of… well… nothing that surrounded him and the pillars. He was about to start walking towards the pillars before a voice rang out from the dark sky. (Think of David Lodge's Igor from Persona 5)

"Participation of this journey requires the user to be bound by an oath."

"The oath is of the user's own design, but must be crafted by the true self."

"Only those whom have resonance within their souls may create this oath."

"Do you accept these terms?"

He flinched, turning wildly as he attempted to find the source of the voice. He tried to create a weapon with his semblance, yet nothing happened. A holo-screen phased in front of him and he let out a yell that was a tad higher pitched than he would have liked. He coughed, embarrassed at his behavior even if no one was around to see it as he looked upon the seemingly transparent screen. He reached for it and it filled with color, becoming tangible and allowing him the option to go about its surface. He found that it had two buttons. There was a green YES at the top of the screen and a red NO at the bottom.

He stood there for a moment and thought about how absurd this entire situation was. Yeah, he came from a world that had monsters of darkness that continually hunted humans and Faunus alike and had elemental dust powering airships and mecha shifting weaponry… but this was on a whole new level! His mind started going at a hundred miles per hour thinking of how many ways this could be awesome or could go wrong when his thoughts were interrupted by the voice.

"Be aware that time, even in this realm is a finite resource."

"However, I would implore you to not rush your decision"

"Once you accept, there is no turning back."

'I've gotta admit, that guy has an awesome voice.' He thought, crossing his arms preparing to ponder upon his situation. 'An oath..? Wait- forget the oath- a journey!? I don't want to go on another journey! I just…' He paused, a shadow cast over his eyes. 'How could I forget? My home was lost to me a long time ago…' He reached out slowly, his hands brush against the screen with his fingers inching ever closer to the Yes button. 'I've already experienced points of no return… how could this be any different?' He took in a deep breath before he pressed his fingers on the life-like button in front of him. *Click*, the screen disappeared. Nothing seems to have changed, but he has this urge to step closer to the pillars. He's drawn to the center of the triangle formation, where he opts to sit down cross-legged facing the direction of the axe pilar. He hears the voice once more.

"Before you stands the three pillars of power"

"The one before you contains the power of the warrior. It will give you the strength to combat your foes and to overcome the many obstacles that you will face in your path"

"To your right stands the power of the defender. It will give you the tenacity necessary to power through that which seeks to bring you harm"

"To your left stands the power of the mage. It will allow you to break the very essence of reality and shape it to your beck and call."

"Choose now the order of priority in which you view the importance of the powers presented"

Another screen appeared, this time showing him an image of the three symbols in the same position as the pillars around him. There are even some instructions at the bottom reading, "Select in order of priority the powers of your choice."

'Strength, Defence, and Magic huh? Am I being stuck in a video game or something? Better make use of it I guess.' Strength seemed like an obvious choice for him, as his semblance was literally geared for close quarter combat. He was strong, but not overly powerful. He was familiar with a variety of bladed weaponry but was far more skilled in the use of his fists. He was a brawler for sure but wasn't limited to his fists for combat. It's why he liked kickboxing, Muay Thai is kickboxing, right? Anyways, he also employed a fair bit of wrestling moves too, though admittedly El Fuerte is not entirely the best person to emulate for that. Despite his experience, he knows he can learn a lot more than what he knows now, but knows enough that it isn't an inherent need. Defense, on the other hand, seemed like an obvious plus in his book… but being a tank was not always fun. It would also mean that he would have to endure a LOT of pain, and that's something he already deals with concerning his currently skewed aura. Normally, it's supposed to act as a barrier against harm, yet no matter what he does it simply will not protect him. However, the regenerative properties his aura had remained and he was fairly good at managing his upkeep of aura. Nonetheless, he'd rather dodge or create a shield to help negate any and all damage if he could help it. This left him with magic. To break the essence of reality and shape it to my beck and call? It sounds powerful, yet too easy at the same time. Would he be able to create an impenetrable shield and a spear that could pierce anything? What about unlimited ammunition? He felt like he could write down all of the cheat codes of life and it still wouldn't be enough to even grasp the surface of the potential of magic. He was intrigued, and very interested as he realized that even if it didn't make him GOD, he would still gain skills that would cover a weaker aspect of his combat. Range. Though he was fine with using guns, the only one he'd be able to create would be that of a sniper rifle and he lacked the propulsion necessary to get sufficient range of a bullet. He didn't really have dust on his person either. Magic would be his way to solve the issue he hoped, as he figured that a Jack of all trades, master of none, is oftentimes better than a master of one. He tapped the icons on the screen in the order of Magic, Strength, and Defense.

"Be warned: once your decision is made you cannot stray from your chosen path. That is to say, that your decision is final and you will embark upon the future laid out for you."

"Is this your final choice?"

The Yes/No screen phased into existence once again, prompting for an answer. Lacking hesitation, he pressed Yes once more.

"The pact is sealed,and your journey may now begin."

"You carry the title of Avenger, yet what will you be called to those around you?"

Another screen appeared, a rectangular box with a blinking line indicating that there was something to be input. A question was on top of the box asking, "What is your name?"

'Does it not already know my name?'

The screen flickered in front of him, as he noticed the now edited question.

"This journey involves abandoning everything that you thought you've known. Who you were in the past is irrelevant, as such you are to choose who you will be in the future."

'I- I can't simply let go of the past that easily. I wouldn't be me without it.' He sighed, his thoughts turning a particular event of his past. He could still clearly hear the shrill scream of his mother yelling at him to get away from her, not before chucking the vase he had bought for her at him. He crossed his arms as it impacted him and it shattered across his arms. His arms were undamaged, but the same could not be said for his face. He reached up to his right cheek and gently traced the two jagged scars that laid across it, reminding him of where his quest for revenge and retribution began. Maybe this would be how he's able to move on. He crossed his arms and began thinking about what exactly he wanted to be named.

*10 minutes later… (Yes in the Spongebob narrator's voice)*

He thought, thought, thought about it some more, and thought again. There were so many names, how the hell was he supposed to choose! He wanted to name himself something that actually holds some sort of meaning to him and Mario bros be damned if he would take the easier way out and try to take a main character's name. He was more content with being a side character, he preferred to not be in the spotlight if he could help it. He kept sorting through various games in his head, ranging from League of Legends to Starcraft and even back to the Mario games and yet none were particularly appealing to him. The closest one that was somewhat fitting was Mordekaiser considering his semblance involving metal but it was just too… kaiser. He moved towards another of his favorites, Mass Effect. Arguably, though Shepard was a badass he was the main character. Plus, he wouldn't want to be in his shoes. Garrus was another choice, as he did particularly like the name that the former Archangel held. Yet, he didn't feel worthy of taking the name that he held to such a high standard. He realized, however, that he was not the only Turian that had a nice name. Two, in particular, stood out to him, Lantar Sidonis and Nihlus Kryik. The former was a traitor to Garrus and was almost executed only to be saved by Shepard (at least in his playthrough) and the other was a Spectre that didn't have much in the way of the limelight as he was betrayed by the first game's antagonist, Saren Arterius. After a bit of contemplation, he raised his hands to the screen and gave the box a tap. A window appeared below it, showing him the on-screen keyboard with the same blue-centric theme that the rest of the screens had. He began typing upon the white letters, and when he finished he brought his hands away to hear the voice again.

"You have elected to be named: "Sidonis Nihlus Kryik" "

"Is this who you are going to be?"

He, now named Sidonis, wanted to keep it to himself, he really did! His mouth just didn't know when to stay shut! "You should already know the answer to that, whoever you are," he said looking up at the sky(?).

"Heh heh heh… Indeed I do Avenger."