As it is I do not own RWBY that right belongs to rooster teeth.
I also need to give credit to Yubel578 for helping me settle out my OC's and Sakuya Makake for not only being my beta but also inspiring me to write this story also thank you to Nightmare Alchemist as he was still around when I first had this idea
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Shura Kong
Shura walked across the dark forest to finish the job he was tasked with in order to complete the qualifications to join beacon academy.
(Shura is slightly above average height being six feet tall. He has spikey golden blonde hair that hides his ears, ocean blue eyes, and tan skin his attire consists of a pair of black combat boots, black baggy pants, a black armored vest, and a red duster, and on his right arm is a smooth gantlet that ends at mid-forearm.)
The mission he was on required him to kill off a pack of Ursa that were spotted in the forest around one of Vale's failed colonizations; but of course he would have the rotten luck of having to not only track the pack, but also come to the realization that instead of the pack being made up of only twenty Ursa Minors and one Ursa Major, the pack had forty Ursa Minors and three Ursa Majors.
"This could be a problem. I swear I do NOT get enough money for jobs like these, but at least it isn't a pack of Beowolves with 8 alphas this time." At this he continued his walk through the woods he pulled a giant triangle from under his duster. This is his weapon, Wukong.
"Ok if I was a giant Grimm where would I be?" He then heard a growl from up ahead,"Well, I guess that answers that. "
With a push of a button Wukong suddenly split open and extended three VERY large blades; taking the shape of a giant glaive. As he got in position to throw it he noticed that the pack had been cut in half as there only remanded twenty-one Ursa Minors and one Ursa Major. Out of the twenty-two left ten looked injured in some way. 'Well I'm not going to complain, but I wonder what cut them down.'
He then threw Wukong and killed the ten wounded Ursa Minors in a magnificent chain of ricochets, "Bankshot!" The other Ursai then noticed him and started to charge.
"Damn." As they got halfway to him, Shura raised his right hand and Wukong came flying back to him cutting off the head of another Ursa Minor.
This only proved to enrage the Ursa Major even more as its pack died in front of it. Seeing this Shura smirked before throwing Wukong again and charged at an Ursa Minor barely paying attention as Wukong cut through four Ursai and impaled itself into a tree. When he got within striking distance of the Ursa he ducked under a swipe of its paw before hitting it with an uppercut with a loud,"Shiraiyuken!" The Ursa sailed through the air, impaling itself on a nearby tree branch. Shura then ran to Wukong, and pulled it free easily and brought it around in time to cut two Ursai in half. He then threw Wukong slicing through the last of the Ursa Minors, but before he could bring his hand up to recall Wukong he had to flip backwards to get out of the way of the Ursa Majors strike.
"I just might need to use my semblance on you. After all you are tougher than the others. Aren't you big fella?" He said as he raised his hand for Wukong to come back to him.
"RRRROOOOAAAARRRR!"
"My thoughts exactly." As he said this two things happened.
One- Wukong came back
Two- His duster and glaive erupted into flames
He then threw Wukong slicing through one of its arms and cracking its chest armor. As the Ursa Major roared in pain Shura closed the gap between them before punching through the armor with his right hand and opened it bringing Wukong back into his hand before ripping his hand out glaive and all insuring the Grimm was thoroughly dead.
"Well that was fun; although, I probably need to see if someone else killed the other Ursa or if they're just out being lone wolves." He then looked for tracks leading away from the clearing, however the only tracks he found leading away was that of a human. "Oh well it's not like this guy didn't help me. I'm ready for a nap" He proceeded to exit the forest never noticing a pair of eyes watching him the entire time.
Nico Bengal
Nico Bengal likes his walks which is why he is currently in the woods.
( He is of average height at five foot eight inches. He has hazel eyes, black hair pulled back into a short ponytail that barely comes to his shoulders, and fair skin. His attire consist of red colored armor covering his chest, waist, shoulders, and thighs, a black muscle shirt, black pants with red colored bandages around shins, black sandals, and a white sash around his waist holding two sheathed wakizashi.)
Now, Nico is a simple man you leave him alone, and he won't gut you with his swords. He also liked his peace and quiet; which is why he found himself staring down a pack of Ursai in the middle of a forest. As the first Ursa Minor ran to him he drew one of his two wakizashi and cut it in half at the waist.
"I will not kill you if you turn around and walk away now."
"RRRROOOOAAAARRRR!"
"Your funeral beast" He then drew his other sword before he gutted one Ursa Minor with the sword in his right hand and impaling another with the one in his left.
He barely had time to pull his blade out before he had to block a blow from an Ursa Major and stab it though it's left eye into its brain killing it. He then jumped into the middle of the pack hacking off limbs and heads until another Ursa Major came after him but by that point there were only twenty-one Ursa Minors and two Ursa Majors out of all these only one Ursa Major stayed to fight him.
"Since you're so persistent you have the honor of falling to my sword." As he talked the Ursa Major tried to strike him only for its paw to pass through him.
Nico then politely disconnected its head from its body.
"Now to find the rest of the pack." As he got to the pack he saw someone about to throw a glaive.
He tilted his head. 'Well this will be interesting.'
So he turned intangible yet again and hid in a bush where he saw the entire fight from start till the stranger left.
"I wouldn't mind meeting him sometime in the future." With this he left in order to finish his walk.
Kevin Snakeroot
Kevin Snakeroot walked down one of Vale's many alleyways hoping to find "That Man." The man that killed his family.
( Kevin is tall for his age being five foot eleven inches. His eyes are purple, his ginger hair comes to right above the shoulder blades with his bangs framing his face, and his skin has a slight tan. He is in his normal clothes which consist of a pair of black boots, black pants, a black belt with a large silver buckle, a black V-neck shirt, a yellow colored chest plate, under a blue trench coat with thick yellow lines going down the sleeves, black fingerless gloves and a black, circular shield on his back with a yellow cross in the middle and in the middle of the cross was a colored black, white snakeroot bloom.)
The man he is looking for is a wanted criminal that has had a bounty since he was 12! His name is Wacian Clover. Some say that his very name can clear a room and his presence can clear a house and if you got in a fight with him you're as good as dead. But not Kevin, for Kevin has been fighting that madman at least once a year since he was eight when Wacian attacked his home.
All of a sudden a figure wearing a black tattered cloak jumped off a building landing just in front of Kevin.
"Hello Kevin."
"Wacian I'm here to kill you." Kevin said hatefully.
"Well now. That attitude just won't stand, didn't ya grandfather teach you any differently. Oh wait that's right, I killed him! Ah, good times."
With that Kevin leaped at Wacian drawing his sword mid air and swinging downward onto Wacian's head. Or where Wacian's head use to be, in its place was nothing but air. Then in less than a second after that he brought his bastard sword behind his back to block an attack from Wacian. "That pesky little semblance of yours is annoyin," said Wacian unlocking his weapon from Kevin's.
"I know. "Then Kevin turned around and saw Wacian without his cloak. He stood about five foot ten, had golden eyes and purple hair put into a braid to his ankles ending in a black ribbon put into a knot. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, black leather pants with three silver chains on each leg: one mid-thigh, one at the knees, and one mid-calf. Each chain was connected to the jeans on the front and back only going on the outside and on his feet to his black combat boots. In his hands was his signature weapon, Frostbite, a sword with a seven foot cyan colored blade that looked similar to a GroBes Messer with a hilt with a five foot long hand guard with two feet on either side of the blade and a two foot long handle.
"What say ye we take this to the rooftops?" and without waiting for a reply Wacian jumped from the ground to the top of the ten story building next to them. "Well come on we don't have all day ya know the police and hunters are already on their way." With that Kevin started jumping up the walls on either side of the alley. When he got to the top Wacian was in the middle of the roof "Took ya long enough. I about gave up on ya."
"Well I'll never give up on killing you." He said raising his weapon.
"Prove it then ya heathen!" they both let off an inhuman yell as they charged each other Wacian with his blade held in his right hand and blade to the outside and Kevin his blade also in his right hand but it was held toward his left. When they clashed in the middle dust and debris went everywhere and they stood there in a stalemate for fifteen seconds until one of the two of them got sent flying into the alley they started in, as the one on the roof ran away and the one on the ground got up.
"Damn it all, another day then." Kevin dusted himself off, then proceeded to walk out the alley and to a motel just as the police and hunters got to the scene.
Evan Thorn
Evan Thorn likes to drink when memories that should be locked away, don't; which is most of the time. That is part of the reason why every bar and tavern on Remnant not only served him but also let him get free drinks, well that and two other reasons.
One: He tips better than most others do.
Two: His previous occupation.
(Evan stands a six foot two inches with dark brown eyes, messy brown hair, and tan skin. Over the years he changed from wearing the garb of a boxer to wearing a buttoned up red vest, camo cargo pants tucked into brown combat boots, a brown belt with a circular belt buckle with the image of a falling feather in the middle, twin bracelets, and a green cloak with a pointed hood and a feather clip with the pointed end facing to the right and a black chain necklace with a cut purple dust crystal on the end.)
"Hey Tedd, another whiskey over here please."
(Ted stands at five foot seven inches tall, with salt and pepper hair put into a crew cut, a mustache, and light brown eyes. he is currently in his bartender uniform)
"Right away, Evan," Tedd the bartender set the bottle in front of Evan and leaned on the bar. "So Evan when do you turn seventeen again? I can't remember."
"Not for another week Tedd. And you know what that means."
"Yeah I do. Will you need my help again this year getting there, here, and home?"
"Just like every year Tedd. Just like every year." He said the last part in a mumble. Then they heard police sirens and while Tedd reached under the counter for his shotgun Evan put both his hands behind his back and the others in the bar reached for their weapons also. Only for them to relax as the sirens continued on. "Well I'll leave you to your drinking, have a nice night Evan."
"You too Tedd." he relaxed and started drinking from the bottle.
Five minutes later the doors open and someone sat down in the stool next to Evan. At seeing not only who it was, but also where he sat. Many of the people at the bar decided it would be safer if they got drunk at home.
"So how's my favorite street fighting king doing?"
"Former street fighting king. How many times do I have to tell you this Roman?" Evan then turned around and faced Roman Torchwick. one of remnants most wanted criminals and one of the biggest betters in the street fighting industry.
"As many times as it takes to convince you to fight again, It's been four years after all."
Hearing this half of the other people in the bar fled to get outside to safety. "You're damn right it has been four years since that day, and that is precisely why I am not going to re-enter that crap. They will have to settle with me leaving and taking the title of king with me." As Evan said this his voice got angrier and angrier and he keep squeezing his empty bottle till it burst sending glass everywhere.
Roman sensing his anger but disregarding it then asked, "So if you're not going to fight then will you consider joining my group?" with this Evan stood up off his barstool and the rest of the people in the bar ran out the door.
Evan grabbed Roman by the front of his suit making him drop Melodic Cudgel before speaking in a quiet yet furious voice, "So what you want is me to not only be a killer, but also a thief, rapist, and join a group set on mass homicide. Well guess what, you asked with the wrong person." He then throws him through the back window into an alley. He then picked up Melodic Cudgel and throws it out the window after him. "TAKE YOUR TRASH! AND MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD ASK JUNIOR AND NOT ME!" Evan took back his seat, and no later than he sat down than the doors opened yet again and in came one of the most famous hunters of the day, Qrow Branwen, and he looked pissed.
"OK YOU LITTLE BASTARD WHERE IS MY ALCOHOL?!" Evan turned around with his hands behind his back once again "I drank it all, though I must admit it was good"
"YOU DID WHAT? DIE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Qrow yelled as he drew his sword and charged with it above his head. Evan jumped out of his seat at the last second letting Qrow slice into the counter, and brought his hands out showing they now wear spiked gauntlets to his elbows with what looked like a tail pipe at the end. The spikes were glowing green at the moment, and the pipe his right gantlet to gain a flame making his fist go forward at such a blazing speed that it hit Qrow in the face. The force of the punch, plus the wind dust in the gantlet made Qrow go flying into the wall crashing through the first layer of wood, the second layer of stone, and indenting him into the third layer, 3 inches of solid steel.
"Here you go Tedd." Evan said to the bartender who stood there the entire time cleaning glasses as he laid down five hundred lien. "This is for all the drinks; the repairs can come out of his wallet, goodnight" with that he walked out the door and disappeared leaving Tedd and Qrow behind alone in the bar.
"Hem, I wonder how much I can milk off you before you have no more money? As it is I owe that kid more than a few bottles next week. I swear he drinks like a fish."
How was it and please no flames for me or my beta
Also the OC's are based off of Sakuya Makake, Nightmare Alchemist, and yubel578 in that order with Evan being mine ( Not literally based on them but more I created them with them in mind)
For any of you who are curious here is the theme song for every OC that has appeared:
Shura-Through the Fire and Flames - Dragonforce
Nico- Bushido - Hammerfall
Kevin-Hymn for the Missing - Red
Evan- Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch
Wacian- Sons of Odin - Manowar