This is the initial beginning to my story which is about a new team of 4, who are alongside the other teams of Beacon. As well with THAT being said, I do not own RWBY, original concept by, and credit to, Monty Oum. This will involve 4 of my own characters and some minor alterations to the actual story of RWBY. An example would be that my character stumbles upon Ruby after her encouter with Weiss, instead of Jaune. Mainly meant to be adventure-esque, but I might broaden my genre horizon as it goes on. P.S. Sorry in advance for the lengthy details, but I find that stories are more interesting if you can see yourself in the scene and what the characters look like. And, of course, that takes a lot of writing on my part, and lots of reading on your part. God, I hope I don't have to write so many notes next time... Sheesh! P.S.S. This series is rated T for suggestive language, more than likely eventual romance, and suggestive themes. Reader discretion advised. And please, give it a chance. Just cause you don't like the beginning, doesn't mean you won't like the rest!

"Woooooooooow..." Looking out at the Beacon Academy was certainly a sight to behold from the airship. Ryan couldn't believe the view. He could see out for miles on end from way up in the clouds. "You can see Signal from up here!" a girl's voice chimed in from somewhere. Ryan began looking around, outside his window, and spotted it out in the distance. "Wow, you really can..." he murmered quietly to himself. That's where I SHOULD be at the current moment but...

Flashback

"Come on Mom! They're starting the registry for Signal today and I don't wanna be late!" 13 year old Ryan chimed. "Slow down honey," his mother called after him, "we've got plenty of time to get there." Ryan slowed his running pace and waited for his mother to catch up to him. When they were side by side his mother ruffled up his hair. "There, isn't that better? To be together rather than apart?" his mother inquired. "Haha, yep!" Ryan replied.

Several minutes later...

"And here we are!" Ryan exclaimed dramatically, his arms outstretched to the Signal Academy. "All right then, let's get inside," his mother said, and they both marched towards the door, side by side. But, as soon as they opened up the front door, Ryan's mother was greeted by a red sword, swiftly pressed to her throat and a rough grip from a hand around her arm. The man dressed entirely in a black suit, hat and glasses quietly whispered into her ear, "Just follow me, and don't try anything stupid." Ryan's mother gulped at this, while Ryan could only idlessly fret, unsure, and unable to do anything. "You too kid, come with me," he said as he jerked Ryan's mother into the building. Ryan's eyes went wide from fright as he saw what had unfolded inside the building.

Everyone inside was on the ground, applicants, instructors, bystanders, everyone. Except for himself, his mother, the man in black, and a man standing in the middle of the room, with a white trench coat, black pants and shoes, orange hair, and a bowler hat with a red band around it. He had a cigar in his left hand, and a short black cane in his right. He was talking to another man dressed enitrely in black. "What do you mean they haven't shown up yet?" his voice was dripping anger and beratement. "We're terribly sorry sir, but- Wait, wait, there they are!" The man in black was pointing towards Ryan and his mother. He was frightened and turned to his mother, who didn't give an inch in her focused look. So, he did his best to follow suit. It was a little easier considering he didn't have a sword shoved to his throat, but still... he felt like he had to do something. It was only a matter of figuring out what.

When the man began walking towards Ryan and his mother he very quickly began to crack, and tried to make a break for the exit, only to have a gunshot ring by his ear. "That's right, kid, you aren't going anywhere. Especially not since you're worth so much," the man in the white coat snarled. "And just to be sure..." the man nodded to the man in black, who sliced his sword across Ryan's mother's neck, slitting it. She went bug-eyed and grabbed at her throat, but it was futile. Ryan had watched the whole scene, beginning to finish, as his heart plummeted to an all time low of sorrow and sadness. The man in black dropped Ryan's mother to the floor, and Ryan watched as she began to bleed out. The man in white laughed, "So, kid. What are you gonna do NOW?" Ryan just looked at the man in the eyes, his mind plagued by hatred and sorrow. His anger grew, and grew, and grew, until he screamed out in fury, a huge crack of thunder in the sky, and lightening engulfing his body. Still blinded by rage, he charged, full speed at the man, and then everything went white for a few seconds, than black.

Ryan later awoke a long time later, realizing that the building was demolished, and the men in white and black gone. He had also noticed that all the other people that were around had gotten up, quickly discussing what had happened, all of them eyeing Ryan with suspicion. Throughout all that time being unconscious, Ryan had completely forgotten everything that had happened between his mother's throat being slit, and waking up as of now. His mother... Ryan quickly began searching for his mother when he realized that she was face first on the floor, a puddle of blood spreading from her lifeless body. He ran quickly to her body, and turned her over, only to see a lifeless face, her blue eyes bug-eyed permanently from shock. Ryan hit his second all-time low, as sadness overcame him and he began crying, sorrowfully.

"She was proud of you, you know." Ryan looked up with a start. He saw a man, his white hair messed and blood spattered, his dark green jacket and pants torn apart. He was standing with what looked to be a cane, but based on the design close to the handle, Ryan asssumed it was something more. Ryan sniffed, "What for? My stupidity was the cause of her death..." The man kneeled down next to him, and put his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Do you want to know what her last words were?" Ryan snapped her tear filled face to look at the man. "She said that you were something special, something she could've never expected, or be happier for. A brave son, with a very special gift. A gift that I can help you work with." Ryan stared blankly into the man's face. His expression was unwavering. Ryan stared back down at his mother, the tears finally coming to a stop. Ryan sniffed. "Will you help me? Will you help me to develop this..." he paused searching for the right answer. "Gift?" the man answered. "That caused my mother, my ownly remaining family, her life?" The man nodded his head. "I will do my best to help you in your endeavor. Not just for your own sake," he paused, and turned to Ryan's mother, "but for hers as well." With that, they man closed her eyelids. Ryan stepped back from the corpse. Without that large gash across her throat, she looked peaceful. At rest. Ryan looked up at the man, and extended his hand. "I'm Ryan. Ryan Kick. Applicant to Signal Academy." The man smiled and accepted Ryan's handshake. "Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Acadamy." Ryan's jaw dropped. "Your... the Headmaster at Beacon?" Ozpin nodded. "I suppose I should... probably train here at Signal for a few years before I decide to go up there," Ryan paused, "Will I still be able to have help developing this... 'gift'?" Ozpin smiled. "The best you can get."

End Flashback

Since then, 3 years passed, and Ryan had indeed developed his gift, though he didn't see it as that. He saw it as a curse, a price had been paid to discover it in the first place, after all. Ryan had grown quite a bit, his height topping out at 5' 8". Ryan had Light brown hair that sweeped left across his forehead in a flow, all one direction. He had dark hazel eyes, and wore a pair of black rimmed glasses. He wore a dark purple zip-up hoodie, that he usually left unzipped, and had a lighter shade of purple t-shirt on underneath. The sleeve on Ryan's right arm was ripped off, but the one on his right was still intact. Ryan had baggy indigo colored jeans, and wore red and black sneakers on his feet.

He had his weapon slung over his back, resting in its brace. It was a rather large sword, double bladed, that spanned roughly 3/4 ryan's height. The sword was a multi-action dust, high calibur, sniper sword. Meaning that large and powerful bullets could be fired out of it, and it had integrated dust technology, allowing him to swing his sword swiftly from the recoil of the shots, and have the power of the elements to call upon in any situation. Ryan had red (fire), yellow (light), blue (water), brown (earth), white, (wind), ice blue (ice), and purple (lightning) integrated into his sword. The trigger for the gun was right beside the handle, ready to be used in his dominant right hand, since the bullets fired out where his hand wasn't resting. He can reload the chamber by detaching the bottom orb, and replacing it with a different, filled canister.

After Ryan shaking the afterthoughts of his past he quickly reminisced on how much he had grown since then. He heard a blaring beep, snapping him from his thoughts, indicating that the ship had landed safely and students were free to depart the craft. lone blonde guy in particular, holding his mouth and stomach, running like a bat outta hell, towards the exit. Ryan silently chuckled to himself. "Guess the view's not for everyone. Fair enough," as he also lined up to head his way out of the airship.

As he exited the airship and took a few steps away from the general wave of people he looked out at Beacon Academy and its school grounds. He was amazed at how large the main building of Beacon was, the grandiose of it was incredible. Ryan was still idly standing by, his eyes taking in all his surroundings when suddenly he was rammed into, hard, and fell face first into the ground. "Owwwwwchh!" Ryan cried out in pain as his face had an express meeting with the concrete. "Oh god, I'm so terribly sorry! Are you all right?" a voice cried out in concern. Ryan grunted out in pain. He then felt his face, checking for any blood. Forutnately, he didn't feel anything dripping down his face. So, he turned to face the culprit of his pain when he caught his own words in his mouth. "Do you have any idea how-" he began loudly however, his jaw hit the ground when he saw the person who had knocked him over. He stared up at a girl, her soft face and dark green eyes riddled with worry. She flinched a little when he started, ready to take the brunt of his anger, but was surprised when he cut himself short. "Uh, hey?" she knelt down on one knee and waived her hand in front of his face. "Anybody home?" she inquired. Ryan shook his head clear before he had clicked in on the fact that he was being talked to. "Uh, yeah, I'm here. I'm fine." "Are you sure about that?" she asked with ausement before extending out her hand. Ryan grasped her hand firmly and she hoisted him up. "Yeah, yeah... I'm sure. Oww..." he muttered in response.

Ryan took his time to carefully look over the girl. The girl was roughly 3 inches shorter than he was. She had dark black hair that flowed down her back and stopped midway. Her green eyes and soft face were sporting a smile, almost on the verge of a laugh, if anything. She had a light green jacket on that had cut its sleeves short at her elbows, but it spanned the length from her shoulders to her knees, slowly flaring itself outward from her hips, and ending at about knee height. The jacket itself was unbuttoned at the front, and showed that she was wearing a black t-shirt, with black shorts. She had black leggings that spanned the rest of the way from the hem of her shorts to her boots, which were black cargo boots. Ryan glanced towards her left arm and saw three thick, black bands wrapped around the length from her elbow to her wrist. He had also noticed the shoulder pads she had on, bright green in color. They spanned her entire shoulder and all the material came to a single point, protruding outward.

"Haha, you sound a bit roughed up," she punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Did I hit a soft spot, or do you always have your guard lowered?" "Excuse me, but remind me how's it my fault that YOU,"Ryan raised his finger and pointed it at her, "ran head long into me?" The girl just shrugged. "Fair enough arguement, I guess." Ryan sighed. "Ah, whatever, it's not like I'll die or anything. Just a bruise. So, what's your name? Or am I gonna have to call you Ms. I-run-into-people-to-introduce-myself?" With this remark, the girl bristled, her eyes very quickly turning from joking to mad. She crossed her arms and her breath came out in a huff. "Oh, come on, I didn't do it on purpose, you know. I was just trying to get away from the crowd so I could get a good glimpse at Beacon but I ran right into you..." Her expression and emotion changed once again, this time to sadness. "Sorry about that," she said with sorrow, rubbing her left arm and looking away from Ryan. Ryan's face eased up and his temper, along with his sarcasm, cooled. "So anyway," he said with an outstretched hand, "the name's Ryan. Ryan Kick." The girl looked up, took his hand, and shook it, firmly. "I'm Serena Orthos. Nice to meet you." Serena let go of his hand. "Nice to meet you too," Ryan replied. "Well the initiation speech is in a few minutes. Wanna head off to the-" Ryan was stopped short of his sentence when he heard a rather loud BOOM from behind him. Ryan and Serena exchanged looks before sprinting off in the direction of the explosion.

A cliffhanger! So many ideas to pack into tons of pages, in such a limited amount of time. I just wish I had more time on my hands so that I could write more. So, anyway, those are two characters, the other two are still in hiding, for now. Can YOU guess what comes next in this story? By the way I was actually able to draw Ryan's sword, if you wanna check it out, I have a link right here directing you to it - art/Untitled-405896600?ga_submit_new=10%253A1381205047