The story of an OC group that I just wanted to toy around with. Appearances by the rest of the RWBY cast are guaranteed and frequent (after all, they tend to be the center of attention)

Some blood and stuff, cursing, underage drinking, violence and romance of both the one sided and mutual varieties between both OCs and canon characters.


Ozpin sat in his office musing over a video feed. Some exceptional students had joined the Academy this year, and reviewing the performances of each of them was one of his favorite pasttimes. He also enjoyed creating remixes of particularly interesting footage and uploading them to YouTube. This particular clip was taken from the viewpoint of a common ruffian, shakily recording what could only be described as a massacre.

The location was a gray and barren cityscape. In the middle of an abandoned street there was a literal pile of bodies, around which gathered a group of delinquent gang members. They were cheering on a figure perched atop the throne of bloody and battered police officers and enforcement robots. She turned and raised a middle finger to the camera, smiling wildly. In her other hand she held the face of a just about stirring officer. A subtle twitching of his left arm cued her into the state of her quarry and she lifted him with one arm and tightened her grip. He screamed and clutched at his face until he finally went limp. Satisfied, she dropped him onto the pile and thrust up both arms, shouting "Are you not entertained?"

Cheers sounded from her followers and spectators as she gestured to the camera once more, mouthing the words: 'You're next.'


The idle hum of chit chat went up as students disembarked from the airships, flooding through the gates of Beacon and spilling down the main avenue. All sorts of figures were accepted into Beacon, and all shapes, sizes and colors of human or faunus were engaged in a friendly intermingling ritual on their new territory, walking around, getting a feel for the Academy, meeting new people. In this sea of turbulent characters and meandering students, one hooded figure cut through the crowd like an arrow, briskly walking straight towards his destination. He adjusted his scarf, tightening it further.

An explosion sounded behind him, covering a certain red cloaked girl in ash and invoking the wrath of another girl dressed all in white. He smiled.

This school was interesting already.


The giant's footsteps were heavy and his stride was long. One set of knuckles trailed on the airship ramp as he walked, silencing the conversations of nearby students with his imposing presence. Squaring his frame in the gate, he placed his hands on his hips and gazed out towards Beacon tower. Something about its shape, its height reminded him of the church. The black and blue robes with gold inlay fluttered in the wind like a flag secured to his massive stature.

He shrugged his lopsided shoulders and strolled along, oblivious to the attention he was attracting. It was not only his stature that was intimidating, but the four rocket launchers perched on his hunched back, darting back and forth independently as if searching for a victim.

Humming his favorite hymn, the giant searched for a kindred spirit to strike up conversation with.


The black trenchcoat and boots were suspicious, no doubt about it. His long white hair made him a prime candidate for antagonistic achievement. The gold rimmed sunglasses with the words Ray Bam written in cursive in the top left were just pushing it. His confident swagger and rich kid attitude may as well have been a sign from Monty Oum, saying "Hello, main villain material here!"

But it was definitely the eyes that did it. The twin orbs concealed behind those lenses. They emanated intrigue and evil, making one unlucky classmate recoil in terror at a glimpse of them.

He chuckled to himself. "Just my luck."

Main avenue was just a tad too long with a tad too many people staring for his liking.


Her entrance was grand, almost professionally staged. A quick tuck and roll down the ramp into a flying leap from crouching position attracted the attention of many a passerby, much to the girl's delight. She smiled wide, basking in their gazes, absorbing their interest.

The sparkle of lime green braces shone in the sun. She adjusted her wide rimmed glasses and dusted off the black vest. Patting dirt off her green smock dress and black stockings, she shook her head from side to side to check that her pigtails were still attached.

The girl skipped to the entrance ceremony, content with her filling of limelight for the moment.


The auditorium was brimming with students funneling in through the towering front doors. The sunglasses wearing boy remarked at the clamor, almost stumbling as he stepped into the bubble of commotion.

'Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Should've started slower for first contact.' Nevertheless the concept excited him, meeting so many children for the first time in years. He felt as if he had been thrown into a tank of sharks, the room burning with hair raisingly powerful auras.

"Excuse me."

Hearing the voice from above, the white haired boy turned upwards to face the giant as he had heard was socially appropriate. He smiled wide, almost a little too wide to look acceptable. The giant merely returned it as if it were nothing. This was the first person to respond amiably despite his appearance, and he was glad to receive an answer for once.

"Yes?"

"I'm just rather new around here and looking to make a friend."

"I'd say we're all new to Beacon, but I'd be delighted to make your acquaintance." He held out a hand, which the hulking boy enclosed in his enormous hands and shook gladly. Sunglasses boy merely raised an eyebrow at how coarse his hands were.

"What would your name happen to be, Mr. Goliath?"

He cocked his head at the nickname, but obliged, "My adopted father dubbed me Quincy Modo, because I was his fifth. And you?"

"My name is Eido. Eido Pitch."

"Somehow your name seems familiar."

Eido shook his hands, waving away the suspicion. "You must be mistaken… Quincy." He tried the name tentatively, unfamiliar with using the first names of others. The concept made him grin again, more of a leer really. He picked up the audible shudders of some onlookers.

"Shall we discuss weaponry?"

"Gladly," Quincy beamed.


As a white haired man in a suit ('Just like me,' Eido remarked) stepped onto stage the crowd hushed, waiting expectantly. He readied the microphone, then began:

"I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction."

At this some of the students turned to each other and whispered confusion. The hooded figure marvelled at the frankness of the who he knew as Headmaster Ozpin. The man knew how to dole out harsh truths.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." Then Ozpin walked off stage, leaving a female teacher to step up to the mic.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight; tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."


The first night at Beacon was… interesting to say the least. All students were forced to sleep in the same room on the floor, sparking some discontent amongst some of the girls. The hooded boy disrobed very privately in a corner, removing his red scarf and hoodie very subtly. Underneath was a somewhat underfed figure, lean and muscled but remarkably pale, and a mess of dirty black hair casting shadows over his face. He replaced the missing hood by wrapping a red blanket around his head as a cloak and fell asleep promptly on his mattress.

Eido was much more confident, making a little show of revealing his well toned body. He kept his sunglasses on but whipped off the hair tie, letting his long white hair cascade down his shoulders. He heard the excited gasps of a few girls as he tossed his trenchcoat to Quincy, who wore a more plain blue robe, and began work on his white dress shirt. The larger man shook his head gently.

"Pride and vanity are your enemies, Eido. You should not let them consume you," he mused, quoting his pious adoptee.

"And I mustn't lead young women to temptation, am I right?" the other boy chuckled, finishing his buttons and whipping off the shirt in one smooth, beautiful motion. He reached for his belt before Quincy hurriedly picked him up and hoisted him onto Eido's mat before he could go any further.

"Unhand me you ruffian!" protested Eido in a silly accent, before collapsing into a giggling fit.

"Did I not warn you of the dangers of alcoholism?" continued Quincy. "You had what, twelve beers?"

"And counting!"

"How did you even manage this," he inquired, exasperated.

"Met this blonde haired girl, and GOOD GOD can she hold her drink! I don't even think she was buzzed after the thirteenth," he hiccupped.

"I couldn't believe you were such a lightweight," spoke the aforementioned blonde, strolling over from the side the girls had designated as their own, past the line they had laid with a long rope draped from one end of the ballroom to the other. "You had confidence, but that was it."

Quincy turned to her. "And you would happen to be?"

"Yang Xiao Long, the greatest big sister alive." She was dressed in an orange tanktop and black hotpants. She staggered her stance and placed a hand on her hip. "And you?"

They went through their introductions and Quincy begged her not to tempt Eido into underage drinking, to which she replied "Awww, but he's so much fun to screw around with. When you get past the evil face and low tolerance he's a great drinking partner."

"Like I said, I don't think it would be wise to indulge in the pleasures of alcohol right before the big initiation tomorrow."

She gave a flippant "Pssch" and bravely declared, "Doesn't matter how hung over I am, nothing stands in the way of the dragoness. I can blow through whatever test they can come up with no problem. Speaking of blowing through..." She gestured to Quincy's weapons.

"Are you interested in my armaments?"

"Nah, thats more my sister's thing. They're scary as hell though."

He smiled warmly. "I don't think so. These are good strong tools that I've carried since I was working the fields near the church."

"Explains why you're so huge I guess," she muttered, looking him over once again. She still had yet to comment on his deformities, which overjoyed Quincy to no end. "But why are they letting you hold onto those? Wait, scratch that, why are you still carrying them? Doesn't that way a ton?"

"I've gotten rather used to carrying them. It's actually rather comforting to hold onto them. However," he continued, "I can fold them up if they bother you." At this, the barrels stopped their incessant swiveling and lay flat on his back like a large metal backpack.

"No need to do that. Anyway, I have to go meet up with my little sister now. Onee-chan's gotta do what onee-chan's gotta do." She gave Eido a little gesture that said 'Call me' and tossed him a drink. He appeared unaware and fumbled the bottle a little, cradling it in his arms as she walked away to rejoin the girl's side.

"What a woman."

"Indeed," nodded the giant as he swiftly plucked the booze from Eido's hands. "Did you feel her aura?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty perceptive about those kinds of things. She must be crazy strong."

Quincy smiled. "Looks like the other students are an exceptional bunch. We shouldn't be left behind."


In a lime green tanktop and pajama pants, a young girl melded her way naturally into the conversation of the others. She didn't know their names or their backgrounds, but once she joined the group all eyes naturally shifted to her and accepted her. She prided herself in being able to make friends/thralls/supporters wherever she went, and what was essentially a giant slumber party full of 17 year olds (with a few exceptions) acted as a perfect opportunity to establish herself as the streetwise girl, the woman who knew and got along with everyone.

Approaching her third group for the night, a motley crew consisting of four girls in red, white, black and yellow themed sleepwear, she waved for their attention and smiled wide to reveal those same green braces.

"Yo! I'm Cammo!"

"What in the world is going on over here? Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep? " the white haired girl complained. Cammo recognized her instantly as Weiss Schnee, heir to The Schnee Dust Company. She locked eyes with an unknown blonde girl and they simultaneously shouted "Oh, not you again!"

"And~ I'm going." Best not to meet them while they're fighting, lest she be associated with a bad memory. Giving a little hmph of indignity, she turned and sauntered off to complete her conquest of the relatively peaceful girls.


In the middle of the night a boy jolted upright, shivering, sweat pouring off of him in buckets. He took note of the other sleeping inhabitants and got up slowly, treading carefully between a sea of male bodies so as not to awaken anyone. It was too hot, too cramped for him to rest peacfully. Feeling other living beings so close was playing tricks on his mind, on his body. He would adjourn to a cooler place.

Where could he go? There was a balcony nearby, but that was far too obvious, and someone might wake up by chance and notice him. Draping his scarf over his shoulders to preserve his modesty, though still without a shirt, he made his way to the rooftops. He climbed the stairs barefoot, making as little noise as possible. Who knew what would happen if he was caught by the teachers so late. He wasn't so fearful of Ozpin, but the stern looking teacher who stood beside the headmaster was far more threatening than any Grimm he had faced before.

The academy was huge and expansive, with long twisting halls, but he couldn't afford to lose his way here. He followed what he guessed was the smell of fresh air, relying on his nose. A sudden right turn and he could see moonlight up ahead. Through this door...

He stopped as the hinges creaked and rushed back to duck behind the corner. With the utmost of caution he peeked around the corner, taking care not to reveal himself. Framed in the doorway was a figure dressed in what seemed to be a short black yukata or similar garment. The light of the stars shimmered through her long dark hair, lighting up a halo around her face. His eyes widened.

She twitched. The slightest movement of the bow on her head. She turned abruptly to stare at the corner where he was hiding and drew in a long sniff.

But he was long gone. By the time she returned to the ballroom he had repositioned himself on his mat, under his blanket, his heart pounding like a marching band snare drum. If she knew he had seen, she didn't let it show.


In the timeline, this chapter covers the 2nd and 3rd episodes of the original RWBY series.

I say this because I will be sticking to canon as much as possible, essentially making this the offscreen antics of the RWBY cast and OCs without disrupting the base plot line. Hopefully any alterations I make to the canon characters won't mess up their personalities too bad (i.e. Yang smuggling in booze) and lead to something interesting in the very least.