First of all, this is something the Trailers of RWBY. It's kind of a way for you readers to know this character and what are some of the things that he could do. If you want to start with the story, skip to chapter 2.

On the end of this chapter is the Bio.

To all my Followers: I'm trying to get back into the mood of writing.


In the dead of the night, where the moon shinning down at the dark forest near the borders of Vale, a teenager strode down the beaten path towards his next destination.

Black leaves fell as the night breeze blew, with each leaf reflecting the light of the only source in the sky. Glowing white moss grew on the bark of every tree, giving off a beautifully surreal experience to any who walked through it. The place had truly earned its name as the Ethereal Forest.

Silver gauntlets glinted under the light of the moon, illuminating the face of the teen as he brushed away a stray black hair above his ebony colored eyes.

The flesh of his fingers touched his near pale face as the armor of his gauntlet stopped after the first knuckle. He picked up the fallen leaf that dropped on the shoulder of his black vest, and at the same time he wondered if there were a few more that had landed in his hood as well. The long white sleeves of his undershirt covered mostly what his vest could not, with it disappearing inside his steel gauntlets and protecting him from the cold of the night.

Black boots stomped on the uneven road with silver steeled shin guards preventing any overgrown weeds from touching the skin beneath it. The silver flame design sewn on the right leg of his pants glinted from the light of the glowing moss around him, starting from within the shin guards above the knee all the way around his hip.

The wind blew again, this time from behind him. The hood of his vest was lifted up slightly as another glint of steel gray reflected off of his back, showing the image of a pale moon wrapped in dark vines of grass, the mark was of his family's, his family that could only be found in a village where civilization rarely stumbles upon.

He was on his way to Beacon Academy, a place known for its outstanding production of Hunters. All of the Hunters famous in Vale all came from that academy, naming it as one of the best institutes for creating Hunters who have the most potential to carve their names into legends.

He was seventeen, and the only reason why he was able to enroll to Beacon was because of one of the Hunters that had stumbled into his village recommended for at least one of them to try learning from outside of their village's combat teachings. He was the lucky one, or unlucky one in other people's view, to have been picked to try this opportunity.

He had already decided that he wanted to explore the world, even before the Hunter suggested Beacon. This was only a four year detour, and being an official Huntsman would probably do him good in the long run. With the blessings of his Parents, Elders and Friends, he was one step closer towards his ambition.

Movements to his left caught his attention; the leaves of the black bushes rustling even after the wind had gone quiet. This world that he resided in was never a safe place. Creatures of the dark that prowled and hunted life dissimilar to them, almost even bringing his kind into the brink extinction.

The Grimm were creatures of destruction, rising at the same time as mankind. Their only purpose was to destroy Humans and all of their creations, but with the discovery of the Dust, mankind was able to drive back the dark creatures.

Dust was now the power that drives the world, it has now become an essential part of Mankind. But not all rely on it, as the teen had learned as he grew.

A growl emanated from behind him, followed by the sounds of multiple footsteps. More growls echoed in the forest. The teen stopped in the middle of the road, turning his head as his eyes scanned the various red eyes veiled in the darkness that glared at him. The Ethereal forest was hardly the best place for the Grimm to hide themselves. The glowing white moss was contrast to their midnight black colors.

Beowolves, one of the many type of monsters of the Grimm. They imitated the likeness of a wolf, padded with a few armors made of bone on various locations of their body, with the difference from a regular wolf was that their bone structure allowed them to stand on their hind legs like a men. Spikes jutted out of their forearms and by their elbows, with claws on their hands that were more like that of man's than the paws of wolf. Their maws were riddled with fangs sharp enough to pierce flesh, and jaws strong enough to break bones. But all of them had one thing in common:

They were there for the ease of kill any Human.

"Grrrr…."

But of course, the teen wasn't just any human.

In this world, there were people capable of killing these monsters, even making a living out of it. They trained themselves for the sole reason of killing the Grimm, and preserving the Peace by eradicating this threat. There are schools, like Beacon Academy, that focuses on teaching prospective teenagers to kill the Grimm.

"Stand straight, hold your head up high, and show no weakness. As a son of mine, you will show everyone that you are the best."

A small smile stretched on the teenager's lips as he recalled those words. "Of course, mom. As a son of the family that boasts about their confidence and arrogance, I would never let monsters like these see the sight of my weakness."

The Beowolf in front of the raised its head to the sky and howled to the heavens. As if that had been a queue of the beast, the rest of its kind leapt out of their poorly hidden spots in the forest and charged at the teen.

Two of the beasts flanked him at the sides, the one that gave the signal and appeared to be the leader merely stayed back and watched as its kin jumped and opened its mouth. The wolf aimed for the teenager's throat for a quick and bloody finish, while the other dove low with its claws extended in case the teen managed to dodge the attack.

Blood sped within the teenager's body, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Everything seemed to slow as the beasts came closer and closer to their marks.

"Stay calm and read you opponents…"

The words once again played in his mind. This time it was male. His father had been a great teacher when it came to battles. His analytic mind would make up scenarios after scenarios, honing him for the true experience to come. It was that mind that made his mother choose that he was the one. The ferocious power and endurance of his mother's side of the family against the brilliant mind and speed of his father's side of the family. Brain versus Brawn. One would always come out as the victor, but never had there been a deciding factor of which side was better.

Love bloomed from that conflict, and bore the fruit of what he was now.

When the wolf came close enough to the range of his attack, he spun in place, raising one foot off the ground and using his spin to gather power. His leg rose high and above his head, doing a perfect vertical split. His muscles coiled, like a trap set for the beast, he patiently waited for it to come within his range. When he met its eyes, it was then that he snapped the trap into action.

Crunch

One beast found its head crushed under his heel before it could even touch a strip of cloth with its claws. The teen leaned forward, binging his foot flat on the wolf's head, he brought his weight on top of the corpse, balancing his body perfectly on one foot, where he spun and lashed out with his free leg to catch his next target.

Crack

The second beast found its jaw broken when a black boot found its lower jaw and followed through its motions.

"AWOOO!"

With a howl of pain, the Beowolf writhed on the ground, close to the corpse of its kin. The teen's eyes sought the orbs filled with fury of the leader of the pack. The beast was growling, bending its legs and hunching down.

In return the teenager smiled, removing the foot that crushed the skull of the first wolf, where he stood up on the tip of his toes.

The sounds of gears rattled in the teen's shin guards. Pieces of metal began to split and unfold, covering his legs from half of his thigh downwards. Various parts began to tighten themselves and fitting his shin perfectly. A piece slid under his heel and placed itself firmly in place before he shifted his feet and allowed the rest of the metal to cover his toes. A sound like that of a revving dynamo signaled the end of the transformation, clicking itself into silence.

Earlier, what looked like shin guards were now slick silver, blue highlighted, half calf length, high tech, armored leggings.

He placed one foot on the writhing wolf beside the corpse and, with his new metal covered legs, he pressed down.

Crunch

The pack leader's growl intensified, snarling at the teen even as he removed his foot off of another corpse of a beast.

The teen had ignored it before, but now he could see that the forest was filled with the wolf's kind. Beowolves traveled in packs, usually within the range of ten to twenty, but with particular pack had thirty at the least.

Had he been anyone else, the would have at least faltered in taking this many adversaries, but from the village he hailed from, numbers like these were common. His village had been surrounded by a dense forest, and a mountain range that protected it from the harsh passing of the seasons. Unfortunately, the place was more like a death trap to most humans. With limited choices of escape, his ancestors needed to adapt to the place where they chose to stay.

The teen planted his feet firmly on the ground. Reaching within him, he pulled out what the Humans have discovered after their use of Dust.

Aura, the manifestation of a person's soul. With a finite amount of this self-recovering energy, the Humans could pull feats that were thought to be impossible: wounds would heal faster, senses would become heightened, a layer of it could protect them from an attack, and even power their own attacks for a more devastating effect.

Along with it came Semblance, an ability that manifests after the activation of a person's Aura. Effects vary from each individual, as they represent an aspect of a person's character, which sets them apart from one to another.

It makes for taking the Grimm a whole lot easier.

Wisps of silvery mist licked the surface of the teen's armored legs. The sound of a dynamo's motor revving faster and faster could be heard underneath the metal. And with a jerk of his leg, the mist suddenly concentrated on one foot. The teen snapped that leg to the direction of the leader Beowolf, where it then spat out a condensed ball of energy to the surprised beast and detonated like a pressure of air when it made contact its chest.

That had been the queue for the rest of the pack to charge into the frenzy.

All around the teen, the pack of Grimm dove with their fangs bared and their claws glinting in the moonlight. Forward and back, left and right, there was no escaping, all points of exit were blocked by each Grimm, and charging in recklessly would most likely lead to his death.

All points were blocked, except for the night sky.

Bending his legs as wisps of Aura gathered in his metal armor, the teen slipped out of the pile of monsters and took to the air, going high above the ground in an impossible fifteen feet. Twisting and spinning in mid-air, he took the remaining energy in his legs and snapped a kick in the middle of the pile of Grimm. Another condensed energy emerged at the end of the kick, carrying the strength and power of his leg.

An explosion of pressure in the pile sent the Beowolves flying away from the epicenter of the blast, throwing the beasts back to the forest and breaking a few unfortunate trees in the process.

The teen landed in a dull metallic thud as he looked to see the monsters getting back on their legs, even the leader of the pack was back on its feet and growling at him menacingly.

All it did was make the teen smile before stomping feet on the ground in a fighting stance, the silver mist exploding out of his body as he did so.


If anyone had been near the forest that night, they would have seen a Beowolf howling in the sky. They would have seen it, not hear. It would have been howling in the sky, not to it. It was a bazaar way to put it, but it's what they would have seen, because what they would have witnessed was an odd sight of Beowolves raining down from the sky coming from the path going to Vale.

In the middle of it all is what would most likely be called 'A hurricane of Kicks'. It would have been an accurate assumption.

The teen was spinning in place, throwing his body's weight around making various violent movements that ended with a metal armored foot.

He stopped his continuous momentum when a group of five Beowolves charged at him from one side. His earlier attacks were meant for foes attacking from every direction with enough time for him to follow through another attack. The same move wouldn't work on a group attacking from one direction.

Stomping a foot to the ground for a firm stance, he snapped his other foot to the direction of the charging wolves. Right before the end of his kick, his Semblance gathered before exploding outwards in the direction of the group.

That was his ability, his Semblance that generates kinetic waves to whatever is in contact with his body. His power that was made for pure physical combat.

This is his dream. His Semblance reflected on it as proof of his goal; to broaden his horizon, to be released from the binds of restrictions, to reach the farthest that anyone has ever gone! He would travel the world and make an impact that would be marked in history.

The wolves began to gather once again, circling and surrounding him. The only way to escape was up, but there were far too many of them to jump over.

They wouldn't let him escape. If he wanted these Grimm to stop, he had to make sure that none of them would ever stand. He had to wipe them all out at once.

Bending his legs as he gathered his Aura, he kicked off into the air just as the closest beasts dived to catch him. The Beowolves growled and snarled as he soared high into the air. They all stood close and predicted where he would land.

Up in the apex of his jump, the teen bent his legs once more to gather his Aura before using his Semblance.

A kinetic explosion under his feet sent him higher into the air. The wolves below looked nothing more than moving toys from his altitude.

The sky was clear that night. There were only a few clouds that could be seen thanks to the light of the moon. The forest below looked beautiful from the sky. The black leaves of the forest covered the lights of the white moss like a curtain to the rays of the sun. The Beowolves were gathered together, looking up to him as he was looking down on them. Their red eyes were like a stain to this wonderful painting.

So, like an artist, he would wipe them from the picture.

He felt his ascent still before he began to plunge back to horde of the monsters.

The winds whipped his black hair all around his head as he began to dive down head first.

His Aura flared once again and gathered, leaving a streak of silvery light charging towards the forest.

The monsters of the Grimm howled and prepared themselves, baring their fangs once again.

As he neared the leaves of the forest, he curled himself into a ball and began to roll in his descent.

The leader of the Beowolves jumped into the air, leaving his kind to follow.

The teen snapped his body straight and met the leader straight on, both legs first and covered with a massive amount of Aura.

BOOM!

The sound made when the teen's foot met the skull of the leader, his Semblance exploding all around as the contact was made.

A gigantic pressure rained down on the pack, crushing their bones and blowing their bodies away.

The leaves of the trees scattered, blown away along with the flying corpses of the Grimm.

Roots were uprooted and barks were crushed, but the moss that clung to them remained illuminated, never dying out until they meet the light of the morning sun.

The teen stood over the remains of the leader of the Beowolves. All around him were trees forced out of their rests and multiple amounts of glowing white moss scattered and matted everywhere.

Everything was bright, not a speck of taint could be seen, and the forest was silent. The wind blew and pushed the teen to his next step.

The darkness was driven back, but only for the moment.

Stepping out into the world, he was sure that he would encounter the beasts once again.


Name: Amakusa Kouya (天草更夜)

Age: 17

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dark eyes and hair, slightly pale skin, wearing a black vest hoodie with a white, long sleeve undershirt that disappears under the fingerless steel gauntlet, black pants with a silver flame on the right side of his pants, which also disappear under the shin guards on his legs, while wearing dark boots.

Semblance: Pulse (Generating kinetic waves in various sizes)

Background:

Born in a mercenary-like village near the borders of Vale, in the middle of the Ethereal Forest. His village was isolated and was only known to a few who stumbles upon it. The village was ruled by three main families: Mars, the strongest and durable of them all and in charge of protecting the village from the Grimm that infests their forests. Machina, the thinkers and inventors, they are the ones in charge of making the weapons of the village, and also the management of most of the dust that they've mined in their mountains. The last were the Amakusa, Kouya's family. They are the fastest and most cunning, and are also in charge of contracting work from outside their village.

Kouya is the son of a Mars woman and an Amakusa man, and both were spoken highly in their respective families. It was in his fifteenth year that he decided to leave the village and see the world outside.

Training extremely for two years just to earn the approval of his parents and the elders of his village, he was finally given the chance after helping a lost Huntsman in their forest while fighting off a gigantic Nevermore. It was from the same Huntsman that he found the Beacon Academy, calling in a few favors in return for helping him against the flying Grimm after hearing his reason for being skilled.

And now, his first destination outside his village was the Beacon Academy.

Powers and Abilities:

His Semblance and Martial Arts is the main focus of his abilities. Kouya could spam a chain of violent kicks without the fear of fatigue thanks to his Mars heritage, and the reflexes given to him by his Amakusa blood allows him to react fast enough to snap into instantaneous counters.

Thanks to his Semblance, he can make shock waves to blow away almost any danger coming to him. With it, he could also make instant platforms in the air for more distance.

Weakness:

Although his powers are great, he can't utilize it freely with any friendly close by. Like the pack of Beowolves in the forest, his Semblance doesn't discriminate any target. As long as it is within range, they will be affected by his Semblance.

Weapon: Piercing Veil (Armored Leggings)

Type: Melee, Aura Converter Device, Ranged

Weapon Derivation: Armored Leggings

Functionality:

A pair of shin guards when not activated, and an accessory that matches his gauntlets.

His weapon has a device that converts his Aura into raw energy, which he can then use a projectiles with equal force of one of his kicks, depending on the power behind it, but because it uses up more Aura than his augmented kicks he usually just use it as a distraction or to harass his foes from afar.

It's made of nigh unbreakable steel. It can crack even the fangs of a Beowolf without a scratch. Because of this, Kouya doesn't have to fear injuring his legs whenever he attacks.

(Pic's on my profile)