I looked up at the tall, expansive buildings that stood at the end of the grey brick walkway I was moving down, along with thousands of other adolescents. This was a place where prodigies would enter and graduate as heroes. This was Haven Academy, the illustrious Hunter academy of Mistral. Expectations were high, and egos tended to flare higher depending on how one carries themselves.

Looking around, I could see many around me who appeared to fit the description of the aforementioned prodigies. They were clad in impressive armor and showed off intimidating weaponry. Cocky smiles were abound on those who thought they would rule the school on muscles alone, while the smarter ones knew to hide their weapons and let the strangers around them judge each other's looks and capabilities.

My short sword was sheathed and hung off my left side, and my dagger was in its sheath on my right forearm. My light plate armor sat comfortably on top of my hoodie and khakis, and did not restrict my movement as I stretched my arms and rolled my shoulders. Doing a quick pat down of my body to check for my scroll and ammunition cartridge. I had notebooks and folders tucked into a backpack that was hanging by one shoulder strap.

There were so many students, and according to alumni, we were supposed to form groups with the first ones we would make eye contact with during an orientation that varied from year to year. I kept looking around as I approached the doors of Haven, making brief notes on who may be a valuable ally, rival, or enemy based off of their appearance and how they carried themselves to others. Gangs of girls would stay by the open main doors and judge boy and girl alike as they passed the threshold. I saw a large group of girls standing by the, an unknown amount of Faunus teenagers seemingly having an active debate over something. Some of the bigger, well-built boys were a bit more reserved than the others, but still managed to catch ire from other similar and bait a challenge to "prove" themselves before anyone of us even entered Haven for the first time in our collective lives.

After some time, the vast amount of students was finally herded into the main hall of Haven. Scattered conversations were immediately silenced as a middle aged woman stepped onto the stage, and approached a microphone.

"Greetings, young ladies and gentlemen, potential huntsmen and huntswomen," She spoke. Her golden eyes seemed bore holes into a person's soul everywhere she looked; I felt especially cold when I made eye contact with her. She seemed quite young, perhaps in her late twenties. She was also quite attractive; her blouse and long skirt accentuated her body's natural curves. I blinked hard to regain focus on what she was saying. "I am Professor Artrus. You have been all recommended to apply to Haven Academy, not accepted. Before you are actually to be accepted, you must do two things: first, you will all be taking a second test. Unlike the first test you took for Haven, this will not be about mathematics and reading comprehension. It will test your beliefs, morals, and way of thinking as a Hunter."

A murmur of confusion ran through the crowd before Professor Artrus continued, "The second is your physical orientation. Those who pass the initial exam will be given the chance to prove themselves and form the teams that they will be in for their entire Haven careers, and potentially their future. Any questions?"

I looked around, seeing many looks of understanding, but still more looks of confusion. A lone hand rose to ask a question.

"Yes, you?" The professor pointed at the young man. It happened to be one of the muscular students showing off and challenging others earlier that morning.

"So, if we don't pass the first exam, then what?" His hand lowered, and our speaker smirked before responding.

"You will be asked to leave, no exceptions." She said. "If you are not prepared at the very least to think as a professional Hunter or Huntress at this age, then you will struggle and, as history has proved several times, fail."

More murmurs spread through the crowd with that answer. The majority sounded rather fearful of the answer, while some seemed to be unconcerned with this news. I stayed silent, confident that I could pass the first test. The second test, of course, would determine how the next three years of my life here.

"With that," Professor Artrus began her conclusion, "You all have the rest of the afternoon to familiarize yourselves with the campus and your peers, and the exam will take place tonight. Wherever you are, you will receive a message on your scroll as to how to get to the examination area. After that, you will be sleeping in the main hall for the night. Those who passed will go through the orientation in the morning. Good luck to you all."

She walked off of the stage, and the crown dissolved into a mass of worry, uncertainty, and general noise.

With so many different personalities, styles, weapons, and so on, what could an average do but feel a bit stressed as to what would be best for me? I had three years of Haven Academy's trials ahead of me, but with whom will I be experiencing it?

A/N: Hello, Reader! Welcome to my first attempt at an SYOC fic! It'll be a lot of work, but it's also going to be a lot of fun! I'll put you all in teams together and experience the shenanigans as First-Year Hunters-in-Training! This story is told after the canon RWBY events, and will not have any real connections with it. Since we don't know much about Mistral yet, all of the geographic stuff will be made from me, along with some key characters. A Main 4 team for this story is already made, so your characters
Below will be a sort of template for you to fill out for your OC Submission. ACCEPTED ONLY THROUGH PM, NOT REVIEWS/COMMENTS.
Below the template will be a slightly filled out one for mine, AKA the one whose POV the story will be mainly in.

OC Submission:

A:
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality: (And say if you're ok with me shipping you w/ another OC)
Hair style, Eyes:
Physical Appearance: (Body type/build, approx height/weight)
Personality: 5-10 Adjectives
Character Placement: Friend, Neutral, Enemy
(Neutral characters have the chance of their character being another teacher, villain, or one with arc relevance)

B:
Weapon:
Armor:
Usual Clothes:
Aura Color:
Semblence: (Nothing too OP)
Alt Clothes:
Casual clothes:

C:
Background: (Detailed, but not too long. Give me something that would want me to pay attention to your character in any story)
Fears:
Details:

MY OC SUBMISSION

A:
Name: Railen Roame
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hair style, Eyes: Short messy dark grey hair, blue eyes
Physical Appearance: Somewhat athletic body type, Around Ren's ht
Personality: Modest, Determined, Introverted, Quick Witted, Cautious
Character Placement: The Protag :P

B:
Weapon: Short Sword + Dagger(?) combination
Armor: Light Plate armor
Usual Clothes: Blue hoodie, Black Khakis, Track Sneakers
Aura Color: White
Semblence: (?)
Alt Clothes: (?)
Casual clothes: (?)

C:
Background: (?)
Fears: Spiders
Details: (?)

Once again, I won't be looking for submissions in the reviews, unless I notify otherwise for some reason. Have fun with it! Once I have enough OCs, I do my best to update the story as soon as I can! Hope to see your submissions soon. Criticism, along with world-building ideas, are welcome in the reviews/comments!