So this idea ended up in my head after I re-watched all nine YouTube-posted episodes of RWBY yesterday, but it's had a tiny bit of an overhaul. I was originally going to start by just going straight into story, but I'm now gonna give you a trailer of sorts for each of my four OC's. Enjoy this first one.
The teenager wandered through the ruins, his head down and his face covered by a black hood. Two blocky items were belted on his waist, but it was impossible to tell what those items were.
The sound of rushing feet interrupted him. Several generic people rushed around, all wearing dark suits and fedoras, red ties and dark aviator sunglasses. Some had moustaches, others didn't. All of them wielded what looked like large meat cleavers. "Who the hell's this kid?" one of them demanded.
"Dunno. He's found us either way. We should kill 'im!"
The teenage boy stayed silent; his fingertips twitched.
"Hey! You listenin' to us, punk?! You're so dead!"
The boy pulled off his hood to reveal dark hair and different-coloured eyes: one red, one blue. He smirked. "I could say the same to you." He reached for the packages on his waist and pulled them out; they extended into swords with bulky handles.
The grunts flinched for a moment, before one of them roared, "What are you idiots waitin' for?! Kill him!"
All hesitation gone, they charged him. The boy parried all their strikes, even though they crowded him. After a moment, the grunts' target leaped onto a pillar and held out one of his swords, pointing it at a goon. A bullet shot out of the handle and missed by a whisker. Growling a little to himself, the boy opened fire with both of the concealed guns in his swords.
Grunts roared in pain as they were hit in the leg or arm, never causing a lethal blow, only maiming until only a few remained.
The boy jumped back down and lashed out at the last enemies, cutting all but one down.
There was a cacophony of roaring and the boy turned. Behind them was a group of dark-furred beasts with white skeletal masks and thorns growing from their shoulders and limbs.
Grimm.
"Now look what you've done," the boy lamented. "You've gone and upset the locals." Hefting his swords, he roared his defiance and ran at the beasts that called for his blood.
Eldest son of lords since past
His own barriers he must surpass
