So this is my team in the RWBY. Team SINN. I've yet to find a team name that matches mine so it could be I'm selectively blind or there isn't one. Each member, their weapons and semblance are mine while basically everything isn't mine. I'm probably gonna tweak the non-OC's personalities a little to fit my stories. I'll try to keep them as close to their original personalities. There should only be four parts but inspiration has been know to strike me at the oddest of moments. If there is more it'll be an entirely different story.
Raven watched her mark race down a lonely forest path. She had over a dozen of her tribesmen hidden in the trees; they've been tracking this Huntsmen for two weeks. He was a student at Haven, a third year student but Professor Lionheart was strangely lenient on letting him take missions a third year shouldn't. His name was Jayce Sin and he was the leader of Team SINN. She didn't know his semblance but she knew he wielded a single edge longsword that curved at the end. She had seen what it can do to a human body. She slid on her mask and nodded at the bowmen to her right. He hefted his crossbow and barely even sighted before shooting.
Raven tracked the bolt through the air until it and Jayce vanished the instant of impact. It was actually really impressive how he did it. He was wearing a travelling cloak that shielded him from view so when the bolt should of hit, it simply vanished leaving the cloak to float to the ground. He used the cloak to hold their attention while he went wherever. He was a fast little bugger.
"Seventeen is a little much for one lousy student." A voice spoke behind her. She spun, drawing her sword only to have it forced back into its sheathe. Jayce was strikingly handsome up close. His black hair was short and his silver eyes swirled with humor. His face was chiseled from marble like those ancient statues. His sword was on his left hip, and she spotted two handguns in armpit holsters. He was wearing a black sleeveless with brown trousers combat boots, one of which held her sword in her sheathe.
"If I knew you wanted me so bad, I would've come willingly." his voice was deep for a nineteen year old and full of suggestions. Things a child half her age shouldn't be suggesting. He was handsome for his age. He held up his right hand and twirled the bolt in between his fingers. Her tribesmen moved but she held up her hands.
"You're a fast little tyke, aren't you. You're parents should be proud." He leaned closer, far to close.
"I wouldn't know. Dragon killed them." Hearing her father's name hurt. Hurt more than it should since he's been dead almost twenty years now. His parents must've been one of his last kills.
"So who trained you to move like that?" A wild light entered those silver eyes and a wicked grin.
"I did. Self taught. Everything I know." Now there was something. There were few people who had the dedication to do that but it also explained why he was so hard to predict. Her eyes rested on the handguns. Her people would have surrounded him by now so the sword would be impractical but with Jayce you never really know.
"So, what's a handsome young thing like you doing in a forest like this?" She asked. She knew by looking in his eyes, that Jayce knew he was surrounded but he didn't care. So which was it, guns or sword. She'd never known him to use guns but if he had them, Raven had to assume he knew how to use them.
"Oh, you know, a little theiving here and there. Had to hide some relics from prying eyes." Jayce would make a great thief. Fast, smart, knows how to vanish and wicked with a blade. If he was one of hers, he'd be her best.
"Anything valuable?" She asked. The more she spoke, the more her people could prepare.
"Nothing a low life killer like you would find worth anything." He struck in the middle of speaking. He forced her sword down, using it as an anchor as his other legs snapped up, smashing his shin into her cheek. Her mask kept her face from breaking but the sheer force of it threw her off the tree. She twisted mid air to land on her feet. Thunder cracked multiple times and she knew that he'd drawn his pistols. The ground touched her feet and she launched herself back up. She landed on a branch and saw four of her friends falling from the trees. Jayce weaved between four attackers, blocking swords and axes with his guns. It was kind of hypnotic how he fought. It was made for the sword but he used his guns like an expert. Tekl, an axeman, almost decapitated him but Jayce blocked and using the same gun to put a round through his chest.
"NO!" She snarled, her sword came out in a deadly slash. He ducked and to her horror, caught Tekl. One silver handgun appeared under her chin. Jerking away, the shot made her ears ring. She kicked at him and he leapt at to another branch. Five of her men were dead and four more were on the ground bleeding heavily. She sheathed her sword and clicked the trigger. The scabbard whirled and the blade came out a deep golden yellow. Jayce smiled at her and holstered his guns. He made a big show of drawing his sword slowly, made a fancy flourish at the end. Over the past five years, over twenty people of her tribe had fallen to his blade.
"Must hurt, killing your own family like that." Jayce taunted. Now would be a good time to use his semblance but he just stood there with an arrogant smirk. She snarled at him and his smirk grew. He didn't move, twitch or anything; just stood there.
"You've been thorn in my side for too long." She growled. He made a flourish with his free hand in what looked like to be a motionless bow.
"Why? All because of something my father did?" Raven looked for an opening. Accounting for his speed, Raven wasn't sure she could take him. She's never seen him in a fight that lasted more than three seconds. He was good, scary good. He was merciless, to both grimm and humans. Most Huntsmans or Huntresses don't ever fight other humans or Faunus with the intent to kill but Jayce didn't have a problem doing that.
"Your father is dead. Why would I bother with a ghost? Salem is about to destroy this world and no one is doing anything." Okay that was a wrench in the works. Jayce knew about Salem and the war, Qrow was fighting. How? She could count on one hand those who knew about her and her mission to destroy mankind on one hand.
"You know about Salem?" Raven asked. Jayce rolled his eyes.
"I've been building an intelligence network all over the world since I was seven. There isn't a thing on this planet happening that I don't know about. I knew Ozpin was the leading force behind her opposition but I learned what she really wanted were the relics that when combined rid a man of his ability to choose."
What he said earlier clicked, "You stole the Relics." That's a ballsy but ballsy described him well. The smirk went from arrogant to smug instantly. Raven restrained a groan at her own stupidity. It was perfect; Jayce was entirely capable of slipping capable of doing it and since not even the Academy knew very little about him; not even his semblance. Raven had learned very little in the five years he's been a pain in her ass.
"Knowledge, Destruction and Choice are now safely hidden away in a place only I can access." That leaves Creation, quite possible the most dangerous.
"Why only three?" Raven asked. Jayce moved; not a big movement but a slight shifting in his feet. His eyes never left her but became less focused.
"There's a Wyvern in my way and luckily Salem's as well. You need to grab your people and leave." Well that was a turn of conversation. She looked away and down to the ground. The remainder of her little group were working to gather the bodies of her dead Tribesmen.
"Why?" Raven looked back and Jayce had this far away look, his head turned towards the forest.
"Fiend." Raven froze. Fiends were one of the most dangerous Grimm ever known. They live in dense forests and rarely leave survivors. They are reclusive creatures, never leaving their caves. They're attracted to complete panic and despair.
"How far?" She asked. A faint ruby sheen flashed across his silver eyes and a deep dark feeling settled in her bones.
"Not far enough." A scarlet liquid rose from the ground, up his tree trunk and over the branch over to him. Raven followed it backward with a sick feeling. It originated from the blood pool from her dead Tribesmen. It flowed over his body like it was alive and settled in the form of armor. Well, well, well. Semblance revealed. Creepy for sure and she could sense a deeper power coming from the boy. Something changed about Jayce; the way he held himself, the way he face settled into a stone mask.
A bloodcurdling scream filled the air that made her long hair stand on end. She jumped down and the eight survivors surrounded the five still alive. One was barely hanging on; two large holes close to her heart.
"She won't make it, Chief, losing too much blood loss." Raven put her away her sword and began searching for a quick getaway. She'd worry about Jayce later. Thunder cracked and her people gave a startled cry. She whirled back to find a new bullet hole in the injured woman's forehead. Jace still was looking into the forest but one of his guns was extended towards them.
"Son of a…" Another cry cut her off and sent shivers down her spine. A deep thumping sound started. Not good. Jayce jumped off the branch and landed on the ground with eerie silence. He stood up and walked towards them with an animalistic grace. By the look on his face and the distance in his eyes made it seem like he wasn't there. She stepped forward and put herself between him and her people. He walked right past her, the red life blood looked like overlapping scales. There was a strange light in his eyes, like something else was in his mind, riding his body.
"You have two minutes to get out of here, Branwen. There will be casualties if you stay." His voice was flat, cold. Raven didn't question him, turned and barked out orders. She shot a look at him and saw strange globs of blood detach from his armor, floating around him. A gasp and small scream drew her attention back to her people. The most recently deceased had been dropped as her blood leaked out of her eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Rising through the air to join with Jayce. The drops floating around him rippled and grew into red blades.
"It is my sworn duty to protect all life from the creature of Grimm. Even murderous thieves like you. Now run!" The voice he had cracked with a deep power. The forest burst to life as a massive grimm appeared from the greenery. It moved at a slow, predatory gait. Four eyes burned with age old intelligence. Large antlers branched off its white mask and long snout held razor fangs. Raven took a step back to take in its entire size. On all four, it stood as tall as the tree around it; each foot sported claws the size of her. In all of Remnant, there were three Fiends. One in Mistral, One in the Ice Fields of Atlass and in the very heart of the Menagerie desert. This one had laid waste to countless towns and caravans over the centuries.
"Ahissa!" Jayce screamed. Power snapped from him in a torrent of fear; striking at the primal instincts dormant in her brain. She turned and fled. Giving no thought to her people or if they were following. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Raven knew that he used a manipulation of dust through Words of Power. A language so old that it manipulated reality itself. He used it to make them run; interesting.
Underneath the raw panic that gripped her mind, Raven struggled to break free. Precious seconds drove her body to put distance between her and Jayce. She needed to see what else he could do. He had silver eyes, like that girl Yang called her sister. Could he use their power like she could?
It took her fifteen seconds to break free of the fear gripping her mind. It went from being this crushing presence that forced her body to react then it was a paper thin suggestion. Raven skidded to a halt and spun around. Her people ignored, speeding into the forest away from the Fiend and the Huntsman.
"Damn, damn, damn." Raven chanted under her breath as she raced back the way she came. She could feel it, with every fiber of her being. A great power, like the very earth itself, was being unleashed up ahead. She opened a portal a few feet in front of her and dived through. She came out on the branch she was on earlier. The Fiend was disappearing back into the forest while Jayce shrugged his cloak back on.
"How?" she pointed at the retreating grimm and looked at the boy. Jayce chuckled evilly and walked past her without a care in the world.
"Just another wonder of Team SINN. You should see Icell's sketch book; brilliant artistry. Makes you wonder why she wants to be a Huntress." He waggled his eyebrows when he past by. She watched him as he grew smaller. She prayed to any god that would listen that whomever was teamed with this Hunter would somehow escape the torture that is Jayce's presence.
Apologize for any grammer, spelling and other mistakes my eyes didn't catch.