It was a dark night. Clouds covering the natural light of the moon and the street lamps having only little effect on lighting the place up.

A young man was hiding in a dark alley way, paying close attention to a store across form the alley he was in. He did expect anything to get in his way but he needed to be certain about how to proceed with this plan.

He wore a dark blue coat that went down to the back of his knees, slightly tattered near the bottom. He had on a pair of camo colored cargo pants which also had a few holes in it. The shirt he wore was surprisingly not tattered but was still dirty with dirt, mud and grass stains. The young man's dark slightly curly dark blue, almost black hair fell down to just above his shoulders, and slightly covered his eyes when looked at right. Smalls scares riddled the young man's face, showing some sort of experience in fights, be it winning or losing them. He was not terribly tall as he only stood at a height of 5'8 or '9, but he made up for it build. He wasn't a huge house of muscle but he had enough to show you that he was athletic. His arms were not lanky but they weren't buff either and his legs fell into the same category. His eyes, which were a green almost emerald color, were scanning the shop just across the street, twitching back and forth from point to point, counting something.

He watched a bit further as he counted the amount of people walking in and leaving. He watched five men walk in together, all wearing the same suit and tie. After a bit of time of the five men entering the shop, the other people who were originally in the shop all left, aside from the shop keeper.

"Good, less people now." The young man said as he got up from his spot and began crossing the street. As he crossed the streets, he looked round hastily to view if anyone else was going to come into the shop just in case.

He pulled out a small, folding assault rifle and walked into the Dust shop, only to find it in the middle of it being robbed by those five men that entered before him and managed to get everyone else out. He saw them pulled a gun and a sword out on the kindly old man before the counter yelling at him, "Give us all the money and dust you old hag!"

The old guy was obediently following their instruction, putting the money from the cashier into a sack as other members of the well-dressed thieves went around the taking all the dust they could stuff in their duffle bags.

The young man gave a small, angry, almost inaudible yell as he pulled the rifle out of its sheathed stated and walked behind two of the nearest suited men. He had used the butt of the gun to knock the closet of the suited men out, then spun the gun in his head to holster it and began to fire three shots into the suited man. Sadly the gun he carried only carried concussive rounds as he did steal the weapon from an officer and didn't get the chance to get the more penetrating ammo types. The man fell down as he was shot in the head with the three shots he had fired. He then sprinted forward and grabbed the sword that one of the men in suites was carrying for some damn reason and threw it at the farthest man in the shop. The sword flew through the air and impaled itself into the man's shoulder and he screamed in pain. As the confusion on what was going on continued, the young man began shooting at the two men at the counter. He wasn't aiming for anything specific just at them. This made them retreat behind the counter and the one with the gun began returning fire.

The young man checked the gun he was holding and swore when he saw the ammo count, "Damn it. 10 shots left huh? Well this is useless. He decided to give up on the weapon and shifted it back into its sheathed form which was a small suitcase like form. It gave a similar surface area as the gun held sideways but with less chances of gaps. He jumped up on the side of the counter he was on used the folded up gun as small shield. The suited man with the gun, which hold a pistol unloaded his clip at the young man, which only resulted in the gun breaking bit by bit. The young man used this time to attempt to get closer to the two last suited men and jumped over the counter. He managed to get closer but failed to see the immediate repercussion to doing so as the second man behind the counter had a short sword and he used it to cut at the young man. It hit him severely in the arm and made a pretty bad cut in his chest. The young man wasn't deterred as he used the folded up gun to bat the sword wielder in the head three time before using a sort round-house swing to attack both the guy with the sword and the man with the gun who had just reloaded his weapon. This knocked the both of them clear out and he looked around at the mess.

5 people down and he was only slightly injured. He looked at the injury and saw that is was a quite serious. The blade made maybe an inch deep incision in his arm and the cut on his chest was bleeding profusely. He sighed as he unfolded the rifle and checked the gun to see of it could still fire. He was about to holster the weapon to see if the sights were fine when he heard footsteps from behind him followed by a shout. The young man turned and tried to dodge the sword strike the suited man but slipped on some Dust. This allowed the man a clear slash on his lower back. The slash connected and it hurt quite a bit, which made the young man grunt in pain. As he was falling, he turned in small bit of space between him and the ground and aimed for the suited man. He was in the process of taking another swing with his sword. The young man landed on the ground and unloaded the rest of the clip into the suited man. He dropped when the bullets ran out.

"Fucking assholes." The young man said as he got up, throwing the rifle away. He looked around at the five suited men, and began to look around for a weapon he could use left in the pile of bodies.

"Thank you so much, lad." The old man said, "Are you alright? You seem hurt." He approached the young man earnestly as he picked up one of the swords from the fallen foes as well as the small caliber hand gun. The young man searched the man holding the gun and found a second clip which he immediately loaded into the hand gun. After doing so, he cocked the gun and pointed it at the old man and said in a flat voice, "This wasn't charity work, give me the money. I am decent enough to leave you with your wares but I am going to take the money."

The old man looked confused and scared as he back up behind the counter and handed him the sack of money had been preparing to give to the suited men. The young reached for it but was stopped when a concussive shot hit his hand and lights blared from outside into the shop.

"Drop your weapons! You are surrounded! Drop your weapons and place your hands behind your head!" a cop from outside said. The young man swore and he looked outside to attempt to discern if he could escape this situations. There was two cops on the ground and what looked like an aerial support vehicle which probably had at least one man driving it. He figured that he could escape.

"Well, I guess i have to this again."

…

"You are quite resilient, aren't you?" said the man in front of the young man. He placed a small stack of papers on the desk and began reading off of them, "35 accounts of theft, 15 accounts of assault on others, 10 accounts of arson and 15 accounts of armed robbery. You are quite busy for a 17 year old."

"What do you want? I don't even know you, nor you me. So what is the purpose for getting yourself in here with someone like me?" The young man said with a scowl. He didn't care for the man in front of him with him wearing his green scarf and strange spectacles that looked as though they belong to some rocker. If the man knew of his actual record, about the things he did that weren't on his record, he was pretty sure this man wouldn't be talking to him, whoever he is.

"I am here to tell you that you have potential. Lots of it, actually." The spectacled man said as he pulled up a screen that was showing replay of the events that landed him in the slammer in the first place. It was of him basically smacking around a couple of cops before they brought in more of the dudes to suppress him. Numbers tend to win against pure might. The spectacled man paused the video and said, "Taking on 5 armed cops isn't an easy, especially with the injuries you suffered."

"Nothing that hasn't happened before."

"So you are saying that you have done this before?"

"I wasn't caught the last time." The young man said sternly, "Although that time, I wasn't hurt and had a decent weapon with me."

"I see." The spectacled man said pensively, "This proves that you have greater potential than I had originally thought." He was silent for a bit as he starred at the young man. The young man was already uncomfortable sitting on the chair with both his legs cuffed to the chair and his hands cuffed to that device to keep them on the table. The spectacled man staring at him wasn't helping the situation.

"You know that you are going to jail for your action today, correct?"

"I expect that they would probably give me my old cell too."

"Well, how about I offer you a proposition?" The spectacled man asked, "My name is Professor Ozpin. I am the headmaster at a special school. I would like you to join."

"What the school for?"

"It's a school to train the next generations of Huntsmen" Upon hearing the word 'Huntsmen', the young man visibly tensed. His hands clenched into fists but the young managed to subdue his rage as he asked "So my alternative is going to juvy for another couple of weeks or months huh?"

"Yes. I assumed that was obvious. Make no mistake, you coming to the school isn't a way out of juvenile detention. There will be certain restriction placed on you and there are probably going to be certain requirements for you to do to be allowed to continue in the school but I can see that you have potential for this type of work."

"I am willing to do a lot to not revisit my old cell, no matter how cozy I made it." The young man said with a restrained voice.

"There are going to be some things that have to be set up before you leave for school but I can set them up for tomorrow." Ozpin said as he began to rise, "I am going to come back tomorrow for your answer. Please have it ready by then."

"Sure thing, Professor."

"Don't think too hard about it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I hope you make the right choice. Have a nice day."

"Just a question. Where exactly am I going to go if I agree?" Ozpin turned to him and gave a wry smile as he said, "To Beacon Academy. It's one of the best."

…

"So have you made your decision?" Asked Ozpin as he stood waiting for the young man coming out of the police center, followed by two officers with his hand and feet cuffed.

"I have. I agree to your proposition. I will become a Huntsmen."

"Good. I hope you will try" He said with a small smile, "because if not, then you will have wasted your time and mine. Now to get you a weapon."

"Huh?" The young man looked confused.

"All Huntsmen and huntresses are required to have a weapon upon entering school. Normally you would be making your weapon before hand but seeing as we don't have much time before the school year begins, you will be acquiring a 'hand-me-down' or sort." Ozpin said as he entered into a car followed by the young man and his escort.

"So is that where we are going?"

"Yes. There is an old store of sorts that deals in old weapons. The owner is an old friend of mine and he is willing to give you one. Although you are going to have to pay him back eventually."

"Yeah. Nothing is free any world."

"Glad you know." Ozpin said and the trip continued in silence. The young man looked out the window, watching all the buildings pass by, and thinking about his next move. He didn't want to be Huntsmen, nor did he want to go to a school for them. He figured if he waited his time out long enough, he would find a way to exit this new confinement. He would never degrade himself and become a huntsmen. Not after what happened and the people he has seen. But he couldn't tell that to this Ozpin character, if he knew then there could be some complications. The young man turned too looked at his captures and asked, "Any of you guys know Shamus? I am pretty sure he is a cop or at least a guard in the juvy hall. You guys know him?" The guards didn't respond but he took this as a sign of conformation and continued speaking, "Well, when I am done and sent off to school, do you guys mind apologizing to him. I had told him that I would try to visit him at some point but it looks as though I not going to do that. Do you mind doing that for me?" They still didn't respond but he nodded in their silence.

"I take it you've been to juvy a lot before then?" Ozpin asked.

"I have been there at least 3 or 4 times through my whole life."

"That's quite a lot."

"That's what happens to orphans." The young man said in a hateful tone. The car slowed down next to what resembled a tool shop. Except instead of tools in the windows, there were lots of weapons, ranging from swords that's turned into sniper rifles to the disc things that the young man believed to be called Chakras or Chakrim. The residence of the car exited and went into the shop where a voice spoke to them from behind something, "So this is the young lad who you said has potential?"

"Yes, he is." Ozpin responded. An old man appeared form behind a work bench with a welding mask on and wearing very heavy looking gloves. He removed himself from where he was and walked towards the young man. The old man looked him up and down and grunted, "Raw potential for lots, really. Do you have anything specific in mind, lad?" The young man thought about the question but shook his head in a sign that he didn't. The old welder nodded and motion for the group to follow while he explained, "I thought not. I have some selections in the back. There all in pretty good shape so there isn't a need for any touch ups on any of 'em. You're slightly taller than many kids your age but that shouldn't be a problem." They are led into a back room where there a lot of weapons on a table. The weapons turned mostly to be blunt weapons like hammers, staffs and clubs. There were a few swords and spears but it looked as though it was mostly blunt weapons. The young man wasn't terribly surprised at the lineup of weapons. He figured they wouldn't trust him with blades of any kinds and would try to force him to pick a blunt weapon.

The young man continued to peruse the armaments on the table but none of them took his liking. He knew he wasn't going to keep it for long but he wanted it be useful in escaping or defending himself. He saw something in the corner of the room that caught his attention and walked towards it and pulled it out. It was a gauntlet, except it was bigger than any he had thought were normal. It looked as though it would cover his entire left arm. It resembled the armor that they had in the old days except it looks like the person who designed the weapon took all the metal of the armor and somehow smashed it into the arm, making it looked heavy and wide. He smiled at it, thinking about how much better it would be to have this than any other weapon that could be taken and used against him. The colors were something that he didn't truly like but he didn't mind. Even though he wanted to keep it, he knew he couldn't if he was going to escape where he was going.

"Looking at that eh? Not many people go for gauntlets now a days. Especially those. I think they called 'em One Arm Guards. Not much potential in long range those have." The old man said, "That one specifically is more reactive with aura than normal. I will probably need to adjust it a bit though if that is what you want."

"Can I try it on first?" The young man asked, as he jingled his handcuffs around.

"I don't see why not." Ozpin said which the guard visibly stiffens to, "Oh come, now. You'll still have his feet cuffed and what can he do with arm guard without any sort of weight distribution control?" The guards looked at each other and nod, agreeing with the professor. They both move and remove the cuffs on his arms and the young man stretches his arms a bit before attempting to put the arm guard on. It was bit of a complex device, having to not only fit your whole arm into it but also twist nobs to tighten the guard on the arm, which still wasn't small enough to truly fight on the young man's arm. He did like the feel though, having an entire arm as a sort of shield that didn't have same restrictions as one. He played around with it a little more and saw a strange mechanism on the side. He played around with it some more, trying to find a way to open the mechanism and finally did so with a strange wrist movement. What fell out was what looked like a gun magazine which fell out of the shoulder area.

"What's this?" Asked the young man as he picked it up and handed it to the store owner. He looked at it a bit before taking it and examining it further. After another couple of seconds he finally said, "A dust loader. I guess it was one of the trap series. Basically you would fill up the cartridge with dust capsules and then activate them when you would get hit, causing a sort of explosion that is aimed for the attacker. I can give the weapon but the capsule will cost you. That is unless you will take it."

The young man looked at the arm guard a bit more and decided, "If I can get a different paint job, you got yourself a deal."

"What colors?"

"Blue and green. I don't care which is primary or secondary." The young man said is he took off the arm guard. He handed it to the old man and the old man said, "I'll have sent it to by the day you arrive at school." The young man looked questioningly at the old man who was turning away with the arm guard in his hands then turned to Ozpin who replied, "He has a knack for acquiring precise and accurate measurements from just looking. He has been doing this job for years, he had to learn how to do that."

After giving a confused look he sticks out his hands towards the guards who promptly cuffed him again. The young man gave a short smile to the guards and looked at Ozpin who pulled out a pocket-watch saying, "With this, you will become an official student at the school. I am sorry for that but you will be staying in your room at the police station until the school year starts. Along with this, of course." As he pulled out a small envelope and handed it to the young man. The opened it and poured out its context into his hand. What fell out was a small card, it was a school ID card. He chuckled a bit as he saw the picture for the ID was his mug shot.

"Welcome to Beacon Academy, Odysseus Tralvers" Ozpin said.

I really don't know why i am uploading this. I have a pretty good story around all the OC's in this upcoming story but i really don't know why i had decided to upload this now because of terrible relationship with completion and other things. I want to share this story cause it a bit out of the ordinary formula with these OC RWBY teams but i don't feel right letting this loose now.

Ah well, whats done is done.

Please go ahead and review/read to your hearts content.

Also, i understand if your annoyed that I didn't give the protagonist name until the end of the chapter but i felt it would be more fun that way. Especially since the story does have similarities to his story. Really, only in characters and how some of them play a part in the proceedings. Speculate if you want, i would like to see your theories. If your wondering what the One Arm Guard looks like just think of Ed's arm from FMA except more plates and its not your arm, you just where it.