Hey all, I'm starting a new RWBY story which I'm hoping will contain a lot of twists and turns as a sort of cliché breaker, I hope. This is my first try using an OC in Remnant so I hope this first chapter gives you an idea of what sort of character he is!

Enjoy and as always, Reviews, no matter how harsh, are welcome!

Sanctus Quaesitor was once your ideal hunter, graduating as one of the top students at Beacon back in his younger years, he missed those years, no worries, no sorrows, alas, his generations time in the spotlight was over, nowadays the most exciting thing to happen was two fellows getting squiffy and engaging in a bar brawl.

The man himself was currently in a bar gazing longingly into a pint of spirits staring back at him was a drunken mess of a man, his long and once black hair had started to turn grey and covered most of his face, tired orange eyes which still retained an ember of fighting spirit made contact with him.

Looking up from his pint the man looked around the bar, he was situated on a stall at the front the bar, the building wasn't too impressive, it was your average run down business, but when the prices of their drinks was dirt cheap who cared what the bloody bar looked like.

Looking to his left he saw his favorite drinking buddy passed out on the bar counter, Qrow Branwen.

"*Hic* looks like I won again Qrow, *hic*" Sanctus mumbled inbetween hiccups, by far waiting for Qrow to pass out was the best part of the evening, the poor drunk woke up with three things, a failing liver, a splitting hangover, and a hefty bill on his tab courtesy of Sanctus. The best part is, this idiot always came back and the cycle began anew.

Getting up from his stool Sanctus stretched and let out a drunken yawn, looking at a clock above a shelf containing many beverages it read 01:00 AM.

Looking down he saw his outfit, he used to take pried in his appearance but now he just threw on whatever was on hand, this time it seemed to be a jacket over a unbuttoned navy shirt revealing a hybrid between abs and a beer belly. His legs were quite comfortable in black dress pants connecting him to some brown combat boots, finally at his waist he had a sheath containing his pride and joy. Incendium Iustitia. A pump action shotgun infused with a sword, it was a common combination in Vale but he loved it.

On the way out he did take note of something Qrow had said.

The Skirts in this place really were scandalous!

After he left the bar he looked up and read the sigh we at some point he forgot.

"The Crowbar" Sanctus recited, the bar attendant Gordon Freeman was pretty nice. Sactus was a firm believer that at a bar the only thing that should be flowing is the drink, not the awkward chatter the staff usually provide.

As he walked through the quiet streets of Vale he decided he would end his night of debauchery here, he was starting to run out of lien, and Oum knows what would happen if Sanctus didn't have any form of intoxication at hand.

There wasn't much to see at night in Vale. You mostly just got dirty looks from all sorts of geezers. As he was walking through the housing estates Sanctus only just remembered he was homeless.

"Oh" he merely said out loud to no one in particular.

Turning around he debated whether he should go crash at Qrows place but then again he couldn't imagine Qrow would be to happy with the jammy bastard once he woke up.

Deciding that the best method would be to go rent a room at one of downtown Vale's crummy motels, in all fairness though, nothing could be dirtier then Vales police department.

"Bloody pigs, always getting in the middle of a good scrap" Sanctus gibbered down the street.

Soon enough our raging alcoholic had swirved into an alley to release a violent stream of vomit, unfortunately for him there was someone occupying the alley, none other then Adam Tauros, prominent general of the white fang now had quite a lot of rejected stomach contents covering his previously dark suit.

It didn't seem to register to Adam what had just transpired, he was talking to his minions one second and then the next he was covered in a thick coat of vomit, now his two minions had a look of pure horror etched on their face, turning around it looked like the bull fuanas finally pieced together what happend as a filthy human was continuing to wretch off to his side.

Adam could feel his blood quickly heating at a alarming pace.

"HOW DARE YOU COVER ME IN YOUR FILTH HUMAN!" The bull roared.

Sanctus quickly finished gagging and turned to Adam with an equally angry face.

"OH DON'T GET YOUR KNICKERS IN A TWIST YOU TWAT, YOU THINK I WANTED TO COVER YOUR PISSY SUIT IN MUCK?" Sanctus roared, part of him was angry at the young man's behaviour, the other half of him was desperate to have a good fight before the night was over.

"YOU THINK THIS SUIT IS BAD? HUMAN, ATLEAST MY ATTIRE IS NOT COMPROMISED OF RAGS SUCH AS YOURS!" Adam shouted while unsheathing his katana, he was sithing with anger at this point.

Sanctus already had a plan to beat this cocky kid, he would use his aura to deflect his attacks and then he would unload Incendium Iustitia's shells into the fuanus' face.

As Sanctus charged he wore a smirk of confidence as Adams blade came towards his neck, even as the blade continued past the aura and decapitated Sanctus's head he still wore that same smirk of someone who had already won.

"Well, that was easy" Adam surprisingly said. Picking up Incendium Iustitia as a trophy Adam continued on with his night.

But, this was far from the end for Sanctus as his body and severed head released blood onto the concrete of the kingdom he served...