Ok all, this is one of the fictions I've been working on in my spare time, I recently got into the series and loved it so much I decided I'd do a character insert for it, and given how things should be picking up shortly with my writings I figured I'd upload the first chapter to let you all see what I've got done so far. So please drop a review of what you think of my new OC for this fic, he's got a very interesting background and history that I took time planning, I might even do a couple of chapters that are all flash back to let you get a good idea some time, but for now that will remain a mystery, so time to get reading.
Chapter fixes:- 13/09/17- OC modifications and chapter cleaning.
Chapter One
It was late at night in the city of Vale, and the moon was high and full in the sky. It's light shown through a horizontal barred window in a local jail house, where a single individual was set to spend the next four years.
The light of the moon shown up his body revealing his features, he had white long wild-messy hair down to the base of his back, and two white cat ears on top of his head. He was currently dressed in what he was allowed to wear in the cell, his white t-shirt, thick black pants with red metal knee guards and a pair of white socks that looked like they had seen better days. His right hand was wrapped in white bandages up to his elbow but didn't appear to be injured as such. He looked to me in his mid-twenties and had a lean muscular build.
The man was currently lying down in the cell on the thin mattress they were all given with a single pillow and thin blanket, which he had folded up and was using as a second pillow. He had his hands behind his head with a somewhat content look on his face, which was slightly narrow, he had pale skin with hardened features that had only been more prominent with the slight scars he had, the one that was most obvious was the one just below his right eye that traced down to his jaw, it wasn't heavy but it looked to have been one of the oldest.
He was sleeping peacefully, his body relaxed and loose, but that changed the second the cell door clinked, it was the sound it made when it was opening. The man's eyes snapped open hearing it and he was instantly on full alert. The ears on top of his head twitched, and his dark blue eyes looked to the cell door as it opened, his pupils lengthening and turning to slits as he peered into the darkness.
Then a voice broke the silence, the man recognized it as the guard that kept watch at night. "Hey Wynn! Wake up you've got visitors!"
The now named Wynn let out a low, almost animalistic, growl in the back of his throat as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards his cell, the last one in D block. As they got closer Wynn pushed himself up on the mattress and twisted as he sat up using the wall as his back rest and looked to the doorway as two figures came into light.
The first was a man wearing a suit mainly a dark blue with a dark green scarf around his neck, with a small purple cross design on its center, he had short messy grey hair, but black eyebrows suggesting he had went grey with age, and small circular glasses that look to be tinted black, that was set low on the bridge of his nose, showing his thin brown eyes. He was wearing an unzipped black suit with gold buttons over a buttoned vest and green undershirt, black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants. But the thing that caught Wynn's attention first was the cane he was walking with.
Its handle was embellished with a pattern, and the cane itself is grey in colouration for the majority of its length. It had a large knuckle guard which reaches down the bottom of the handle. Inside the larger area where the white and grey meet, there are small gears.
Wynn's eyes instantly narrowed seeing it, he knew a concealed weapon when he saw one. He would have to be careful here, he wasn't armed and mentally cursed himself for letting the guards take his kit, all he had was his semblance and he didn't want to use that here and end up getting thrown into maximum security, he liked the minimal security, more yard time.
The second was a woman with very light-blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. She had bright green eyes framed with ovular rimmed glasses, she was wearing earrings from what Wynn could see, teal stones one on each ear, matching the same stone she had on the collar of the white blouse that was open at her chest area showing a slight bit of cleavage, it also had puffy sleeves that tighten near the wrist before spreading back out near her hands. Her lower body has a black business skirt with buttons running in a vertical line up the front of it and lighter black-brown stockings. On her feet she wore black boots with brown heels. In her hand she carried a clip board and a riding crop.
Wynn raised an eyebrow at the crop but shrugged it off as nothing until her cape caught a bit of wind from the window making it blow to the side and Wynn's eyes widened, the cape itself was tattered with a purple inside and black outside, decorated by a row of diamond-shaped brown beads going horizontally across her cape. But Wynn's eyes were drawn to the emblem of a tiara on it and it instantly clicked in his head.
'Glynda Goodwitch' he thought as his left-hand sub consciouslysubconsciously grazed over the bandages on his right, but he quickly caught himself on and came back to reality before any memories could begin to emerge, now was not the time for remembering the past.
He looked to both of them, and he saw the slight look of shock on Glynda's face when their eyes met, but just for a second before it returned to the stoic look she had had before, Wynn sighed.
"So, someone mind telling me why I've been woken up in the middle of the night in my nice comfy suite here that I've got booked for the next four years?" he said in a sarcastic tone trying to think what they could want from him.
Glynda's gaze hardened slightly and the man smirked at the remark which made Wynn smirk back.
The man spoke first, "My apologies Mister Wynn. If you'd like we can always come back with your get-out-of-jail card another time if you're too busy." he said with a slight comical tone which made Wynn pay attention.
"Ok, you've got my attention. Just who the hell are you to make that kind of an offer? The only ones who can pull that kind of shit off is the high council and you don't seem like the political type, so I'm curious just as to who the fuck you are." Wynn said in a disbelieving tone.
The man smirked, "My name is Professor Ozpin, I'm the head master of Beacon Academy here in Vale, and this is professor…" Ozpin started but Wynn cut him off.
"Glynda Goodwitch, one of the top seven huntresses in all of Vale, I saw your emblem, not many don't know that one when they see it," Wynn said in explanation.
Glynda blinked at the sudden recognition but just nodded as Ozpin continued.
"Yes well, we are both well known in that area, but the one thing we'd like to know is. Who are you Mister Wynn? I mean it's not every day a man walks in the gates of Vale by his lonesome after traveling all the way from Atlas. Such a feat is just unheard of, and then to wind up here three weeks later?" Ozpin said with a raised eyebrow
Wynn shrugged, "What can I say I prefer life outside of the walls, it's simpler, and at least out there people don't ask for your education papers before letting you take on a huntsmen job. I ran out of Lien, after two weeks cause I couldn't get a steady cash flow going. I do what I need to do to get by, if that includes stealing some things so I can afford to eat, I'm not against it. That's everyone else's problem."
Ozpin frowned, "Yes that is quite unfortunate, for someone of your skills finding work in the huntsmen trade shouldn't be a problem, given the report I read of a college of mine from a number years ago about a young huntsmen he encountered at the age of seventeen who single handily killed over seventy mature Beowolves in under two minutes. Which is quite a feat for even a veteran huntsmen to pull off."
Wynn smirked before he let out a slight chuckle, "I see what's going on here now. You both know Qrow don't you? He was the only one there that day to see that little show I put on, so he'd have been the only one who could have written that "Report" or whatever," Wynn said with a shake of his head, "Should have known he'd run his mouth off about it to someone, drunk old fool."
Ozpin smirked at the final comment, "Yes quite true, as I said he mentioned in the report that he had help on that job some years ago, and that a young huntsmen of some skill gave him aid, and that he handled himself quite well, and judging by the description he gave and the way you looked upon arriving in Vale. Well, I had to come and see if it was you."
Wynn smirked and held his arms out, "Well congratulation Professor your hypostasis was correct. I am a huntsmen, not that it matters a damn now, like I said no one's hiring the likes of me, Faunus or not. They're all looking for "where you learned how to hunt" I suppose I got your school, Beacon, to thank for that. I can't make a decent wage hunting unless I've got a piece of paper saying he studied somewhere, and I can't get that due to my age, admissions age is seventeen, I'm nine years too late."
Ozpin smirked, "Well we can't have that now, can we? I suppose we'll just have to negotiate that as part of your release."
Wynn looked at him for a brief second before, without any other movement at all, stood straight up on leg power alone and was standing face to face with Ozpin, standing six foot six inches tall the two men looked at each other dead in the eye, Wynn was the first to speak, "What the hell are you talk'n bout specs?"
Glynda blinked at the nickname and Ozpin just chuckled, "What I'm "talk'n bout" is that with my sway with the council I've persuaded them to commute your four years of jail time to four years' probation. Given your skills and the fact all your crimes were small but many. Should you accept it now, your probation will be served as an assistant teacher and provisional student at Beacon. Where you can take classes alongside the first year students to get that "Piece of paper" to say you studied there. You will get full wages to support yourself and living accommodations will be provided at Beacon, I trust a dorm room will be adequate."
Wynn blinked but then his eyes narrowed, "What do you want? No one just does something like that for nothing. What are you after?"
Ozpin smirked, "Very astute of you. Yes we're in need of your services you see, I'm hoping that after your four years at Beacon you will accept when I offer you a position there as a full time professor. It is, after all, our duty to pass on our skills and knowledge to the next generation so that the future of all mankind can survive. So what do you say? Will you be coming to Beacon or would you rather spend the next four years here or rather, in maximum security when I pass on the knowledge to the warden about your history as a huntsmen and your semblance, I hear they've cut yard time to just an hour a day now instead of the nine you get here."
Wynn's eye twitched at the threat, "You sneaky, four eyed, son of a Boarbatusk… I think I'm actually starting to like you." he said as he grinned at Ozpin.
Ozpin smirked back, "I take it that means you accept then?"
Wynn sighed shaking his head from side to side as he rubbed his neck before he threw his hands in the air, "Why not! It beats rotting away in this dump for four years, may as well get something out of it. Heck in four years I might just take you up on that offer of yours."
Ozpin smiled, "Splendid" he said before snapping his fingers and a robot guard stepped into the lift from the door way holding a large box which Wynn could see was full of the rest of his clothes and weapons, "We took the liberty of having your things ready for you should you have accepted of course."
"Of course you did," Wynn said with a roll of his eyes as he walked over to the box and grabbed his coat of it. It was made of a thick heavy material with a black fur neck and hood with a red fur inside, with two pockets on the outside, it reached all the way down to his knees.
Next he took out his boots, hard leather and thick soled with red metal capped toes both a good inch thick. After placing them both up, smirked reaching into the box and pulls out a sheathed short sword with he attached to his belt. The sheath was a fine black leather with a steel rim and tip, the handle of the blade was bound in a fabric but had three pushed out buttons on it, with a cylindrical hilt with a hole at the end with a latch casing over it.
With the sword in place, he reached in a pulled out two very large hand guns with middle loading barrel magazines, both were sterling silver with curved blades on latch mechanisms on the top slide barrels, and were looked to have been well looked after. He checked them over before setting them down and taking their holders out of the box attaching them to his lower legs and placing the pistols in them locking them in place.
He stood up and brushed down his coat and straightened himself up before his hand went to his neck and he blinked before reaching back to the box and pulled out a rather old looking scarf it was a mix of black and red, the middle being black with both ends fading to red, Glynda's eyes opened slightly seeing it and she looked knowingly to Ozpin who didn't even blink as Wynn wrapped it around his neck in a single motion having the black around his neck and both red ends draped over his shoulder and down his back next to his pure white hair.
Wynn turned around to face both Ozpin and Glynda, "Ah much better, I never feel whole when I'm not fully kitted out."
Ozpin nodded, "Like any huntsmen would, Professor Goodwitch should have the list of your fellow first years you can scan the list and familiarize yourself with who you'll be learning along side as well as helping to teach." Ozpin said as Glynda handed Wynn a sheet of paper from her clip board.
Wynn took it and glanced over the names, "Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao long, Qrow's nieces, he talked about them during the month we travelled together, I thought Ruby was only fifteen. What's she doing attending Beacon?"
Ozpin smiled, "She is but she has exceptional talents for someone her age, so I opted to push her ahead, she seemed more than eager to come to Beacon."
Wynn smirked as he continued to scan down the list, "I bet Qrow is happy about…" Wynn was saying but stopped when he reached another name lower down on the list, "Damn, it there just had to one didn't there." Wynn said below his breath but both Ozpin and Glynda caught it.
"Is something the matter Wynn?" Ozpin asked raising an eyebrow.
Wynn shook his head handing back the paper, "No, nothing that could persuade me not to still take your offer, just a little bump that can easily be pushed aside, nothing to worry about." He said with a hint of disgust in his tone.
Ozpin heard it but nodded all the same, "I see. Well then come along the transport will be departing in a few hours for Beacon. You should be on it as a first year student, we already have a collection of gems and dust ready for you to tide you over for your first week should you need them. Wo no need to worry about your supplies, wouldn't want you missing out on the experience now would we." he said before starting to walk off with Glynda behind him
Wynn rolled his eyes, 'Something tells me this is going to be a lot more trouble than it's worth.' he thought before he began walking ahead of them
Glynda caught up with Ozpin and spoke in a low voice. "What the hell! Why didn't you tell me!" she hissed in an angry tone under her breath.
Ozpin didn't even flinch, "Would it have made a difference, he's alive that's all that matters, and I think she told him about you. You saw the way he looked at your emblem, I think that's what made him accept my terms. Did you see? He has her eyes."
Glynda couldn't help but smile ever slightly, "And her attitude. Specs?" she said looking at Ozpin with a small smirk.
Ozpin nodded, "Yes it's been a while since I've been called that. Hard to believe it would be from her own son." Ozpin said looking at the back of Wynn walk ahead of them, "It's our duty to keep him safe, it's what she would want."
Glynda nodded, "Yes but if he's anything like her and you know he will be. He won't like it, and what will you do when he runs into…" she started to say but stopped when Ozpin shook his head.
"That's actually what I'm counting on" Ozpin replied in a low tone.
Glynda frowned, "But, if he's here, in Vale of all places, it means that they tossed her and him out into the cold like garbage, you know he won't take kindly to seeing someone with that name."
Ozpin nodded, "But that is just it, we don't know what happened, or who is to blame for it, we never heard from her after she settled down." he said as he got a far off look in his eye before sighing, "All I'm hoping is that we can give him some connection to the family he still has left, however long it takes."
Glynda frowned, "That won't be easy."
Ozpin sighed, "Worthwhile things rarely are." he finished before they walked on to catch up to Wynn.
Time Skip
As the large air ship flew over the outskirts of the city below, Wynn sat at the far side of the area he was in his elbows resting on his knees as he sighed listening to the other passengers talk, being the oldest on a ship full of teenagers wasn't exactly the most thrilling three hours of his life.
Wynn glanced from left to right at all of the other soon-to-be students and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, they all looked like kids that had grown up in the city and rural areas, living in safety, none of them having ever seen real combat.
No, they were all safe at home with their families, like he should have been for all those years. He should have been living in the lap of luxury, but no, because of his blood and his heritage he didn't know happiness past the age of seven and hardly before even that. None of them had seen friends die because they were out past the curfew. None of them had to eat out of garbage cans. None of them had to survive outside of the walls since they were eight, and survive an ocean. None of them knew what it was like to fight for your life for twelve years, to stare death in the face so many time that they all blur into one never ending nightmare, and why? Just because some bastard didn't want to lose his standing and let his name get a black eye for having Faunus blood, fuck him.
With a slight growl and grunt, Wynn pulled himself up from his seat and stood up flexing his neck as he walked over to the window and looked out at the scenery below with a critical gaze, he had never been one for flying to many places, it left him to open an attack could come from below and he'd be helpless to do anything about it, he preferred having his boots on solid ground so he could move when the shit hit the fan and not get caught in the middle of it. Up here he was trapped in a metal box and all it took was one Nevermore with a death wish to fly into the engines and the whole thing would come crashing down and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Wynn reached to check his blade at the thought, it was force of habit when he felt exposed it calmed him somewhat, but as he did his white ears twitched and he sniffed the air slightly before looking around. He had caught the scent of another Faunus on board, but as he scanned the crowd again he spotted none, whoever it was must have been keeping their Faunus traits hidden to avoid being singled out. Wynn mentally shrugged, to each their own he wasn't going to call them out in the open, they had their own reasons for hiding.
With a sigh he walked over to another seat and sat down as he reached into his coat pocket and took out a small case, popping the lid he lifted out a small black sharpening stone before he returned the case to his pocket and took out his short sword from its sheath.
From a far the blade looked normal and no one could tell it was a modified weapon, but if you looked closer, you could see what made it special, the entire blade was made up of many, over one hundred double sided blades each held tightly in place with a spine down the center of the blade, where an iron ball chain ran. The guard of the blade was solid but had a circular hole where the iron cable could be seen passing through to the handle of the blade and passing through to its inside where a spool of wrapped chain was.
Wynn pressed one of the buttons on the handle of the sword and each other blade turned ninety degrees so the blade was now a series of blades in the shaped of x's as Wynn took the sharpening stone and started going down the blade sharpening the blades one at a time.
As he worked he heard a sound that made his eye twitch and made him look up to see this blond kid looking like he was going to throw up.
He had messy blond hair and dark blue eyes, he wore a blue and orange top with light blue jeans and white armoured plates on his chest and shoulders, and on his hip was strapped what appeared to be a regular sword.
He had two belts crossing his waste one with a few pouches attached to it and one that he sword was attached to, he looked too weak to be a huntsmen in training, he really needed to buff up.
Wynn was about to say something when the kid turned green and really did look like he was going to puke. Wynn sighed as he unhooked his sword sheath before looking above the kid to see there was a perfect angle and he smirked before throwing his sheath like a spear which ricocheted off the ceiling and hit the blond kid on the head before bouncing off and spinning as it returned to Wynn just as the blond kid hit the ground with stars in his eyes.
Wynn smirked as he sheathed his blade and reattached it to his hip, just in time to have a hand tap him on the shoulder from behind. He turned to meet a pair of lilac eyes and bright gold hair of a girl just fair bit shorter than he was.
"Why did you do that?" she asked crossing her arms looking at him unimpressed at the action.
Wynn blinked for a second before looking the girl up and down, she was wearing a tan vest with gold piping over a yellow low-cut crop top with a black crest that resembles a burning heart, the crop top really made her bust stand out, not that it needed it, she had to be at least a D if not DD. The vest had puffy cap sleeves with black cuffs. On the sides of the cuffs, there were two small golden buttons.
On the rest of her, she wore a brown belt with a buckle, a pouch, and a small banner-like object. The same burning heart crest was on this banner, except golden in colour. She wore black shorts under her belt, which resembles a pleated skirt in the back. Over the short shorts but under the belt is a white asymmetrical back skirt.
She also had a bring orange scarf wrapped around her neck with no jewelry in sight, she had knee high platform boots made of leather and fingerless gloves on her hand with small gauntlet like bands around her wrists, but they were fastened tightly which made Wynn look at them for a second before he realized they were her weapons and he raised an eyebrow at them before looking back to the girl and gave a shrug.
"Because I'd rather him take a nap for a few minutes until we reach Beacon, rather than him puke now and have to smell it for the remainder of the trip. It'll be bad enough taking a class with the guy," Wynn said as he crossed his arms back making the girl look at him with slight shock.
"Wait you're a student too? Aren't you too old, I thought you were just standing guard or something." She said in slight shock.
Wynn smirked, "Actually, I'm a veteran huntsmen that's been invited to the academy to attend and help teach. It would seem that you can't get a good cash flow anymore without the official documents."
"Does that mean that you've been on hunts before," came a voice from behind the blond girl as a second girl came out who looked to be slightly younger than all the others here, making Wynn look at her for a second as he took in her appearance.
She was very young, with silver eyes and red and black hair, dressed in a black battle skirt with red trimmings, complete with a red cloak held in place by two silver crosses, around her waist was a grey belt with fifty caliber rounds on one side and a silver rose emblem, that made Wynn look at it for a second before he looked to the obvious weapon on her back before he smiled and looked to the girl herself.
"Yes it does, I have been on many, though none recently little Ruby," he said with a smile
This made Ruby blink, "Um how do you know my name, I'm pretty sure I've never met you before?"
Wynn chuckled, "No we haven't met before, but it feels to me like we have," before he looked to the blond, "and I take it that would make you the fire cracker known as Yang"
The now named Yang blinked, "That nickname?" she said in shock as Ruby got a big smile on her face.
"You know our uncle Qrow!" Ruby said her eyes now stars.
Wynn smirked, "Yep, me and him took on a few missions outside of the walls eradicating nests, we both took on the same job and partnered up for a few months taking out nest after nest back when I was just a bit older than the two of you, and the whole time he would never shut up about you two, although I suppose you two weren't any older than ten at the time," Wynn said with a chuckle making both Yang and Ruby rub the back of their heads sheepishly, Wynn rested his hand on his sheathed sword, "Names Wynn, just Wynn"
Ruby and Yang blinked at that and Ruby was the first to speak, "Why no last name?"
Wynn clenched his bandaged hand and sighed, "Different reasons, none that I like talking about."
Ruby frowned, "Oh, ok sorry I asked."
Wynn just waved his hand, "No it's fine you don't have to apologise for anything."
Ruby was about to speak again when the background noise of the Holographic screen shut off before a holographic projection of Glynda came up.
"Hello, and welcome to Beacon!" the hologram said, Wynn just rolled his eyes, it was clearly a recorded message that he didn't need to pay attention to and just looked out the window as it continued.
"My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." The hologram said before fading making Wynn roll his eyes again.
'Prestigious Academy, Pease, our Duty, who the hell is she trying to kid. It's a fancy building where they send kids with no idea what the world is like beyond their walls to learn how to survive outside of them. Pease? Hardly, over ninety percent of the world is over run with Grimm, when was the last time any of these idiots took a look outside of the walls. And duty, what the hell, you fight to survive cause if you don't, those bastards will kill you, there nothing dutiful about it. If you don't fight you may as well lay down and die, Mom may have had a different view on it, but in the end it's the same result, fight and live or die like a coward' Wynn thought as he walked over to the back of the ship and looked out as he saw the large building coming into view on the cliff ahead. Wynn crossed his arms, 'So that's Beacon' he thought before sighing, 'let the headache begin'