So let me make this quick. This can get confusing, so pay attention. I was born half demon, and I'm also a Demon Hunter. And before you say something about Devil May Cry, let me say. I can still die pretty easily. Got stabbed through the chest by a lightning sword? There'd be no hope.
Anyway, I got a job offer today. I've been turning them down recently, but this one was... interesting. Hundreds of thousands of Mindless. And a Queen. A Queen. Since when was I deemed capable of taking dolwn a Queen? Sure, I just grabbed a new form recently, but come on.
Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Richie, last name long forgotten. How old must you be to forget your own name, you ask? I lost count somewhere after seven hundred. But I haven't really forgot my name, just the Author isn't creative enough to give me one.
Now I know what you're thinking. You're all, 'So Deadpool crossed with DMC?' To which I reply, no. No regeneration either. So... what is my power? Why say in the very first chapter? But here's the thing. Us demons, we get... well, I'll say harder to kill with age. I wouldn't say stronger, because I'm not as strong as say, RG13. (Another rathercreative name, right?) I also wouldn't say smarter, because I'm really not the brightest either.
Anyway, back to the mission. I guess I couldn't take any friends, or teammates. I still didn't know where I was going, but I would be briefed on that soon enough. Probably. Which leads to where we are right now. I knocked on the door.
"It's open, Richie. Come on in." I walked in, and plopped down in a chair.
"So, plan on telling me where I'm going? Or why I'm classed to take on a Queen?"
"Well, to answer your first question, Remnant." Woah woah, wait. RWBY Remnant? "And as for your second question, I don't know. I don't assign the jobs, I just hand them out."
"How about why I can't bring any teammates?" I asked.
"You're able to bring one person with you." He handed me a slip of paper. "As long as they're on this list. You'll be teamed up with two new people, who you are to bring back once your mission is complete. Don't be afraid to mess up canon to complete your mission."
"Wait, teamed up with? You want me to get into Beacon?!"
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
I gestured to my body. "How about the fact that I have the body of a fifteen year old?"
"Talk to Ozpin. I'm sure you can figure something out." He waved me away. "See you in an hour."
A man around 17 turns a corner, twirling keys on one finger. Whistling away, he walks up to an expensive looking car. He wears a crimson t-shirt, with blue jeans, and an ordinary pair of sneakers. He puts a key in the car door, but before he could open it, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure coming up behind him. He smiles.
The figure grabs the man's head, and smashes it against his car door.
'Yep, that broke my nose.' He thinks, still smiling. He quickly forced it away as he was turned around.
"Your money or your life!" The figure asked, holding up a gun.
'Roughing up your voice like that can't be good for your throat. Neither can this!' He quickly punched the figure in the throat.
He was rewarded with two shots, one hitting his shoulder, the other finding it's place in his eye. He dropped. The figure moved quickly, looting the body.
"You could've just handed over your money, but no. You had to put up a fight. Now look where you are- huh?" He found he couldn't move.
"You know, you can't just get into Beacon without a weapon, or Aura, without having a one of a kind Semblance. And before you say 'You have to have an Aura to get a Semblance!' I did have one. But my Semblance can't be used if I had an Aura, so I no longer have an Aura." The body spoke. He stood, hole still in his head, and arm nearly dismembered.
"How?" The figure asked.
"Like this." The figure found he could move, but not soon enough to dodge the oversized crimson fist. "The more I bleed, the faster you lose." He called to his blood, and as it made contact with his body, his wounds started disappearing. Two bullets clinked to the ground.
The figure stood, and tried to run, but ran straight into a cop. "Come on, Coal."
Well, two out of four characters introduced. What do you think?