Welcome to my first story in a long time and I'm sure the first on RWBY. Constructive criticism is always helpful. All character belong to Rooster Teeth Productions apart from my OCs. Based on the Kodaline song Big Bad World. Will include song names and recommendations for background music.
Big Bad World
Life is complicated, life is an enigma, bright and wonderful, dark and dull. Life is what you make of it. The only limitation is yourself. You are the only one who can stop yourself rom doing something, good or bad. We are the creators of our own destiny, we create our own luck, we create our chances and opportunities.
At least this is what other people think. I'm what you call a little bit different. I don't believe in meritocracy, we do not get equal chances. This is why class replicates, why we have so many inequalities that it's unfathomable. The bourgeoisie destroying all opportunities for the poor, benefiting their own causes instead. Exploiting workers for their own needs.
Who am I anyway? My name is Josh Hill, I was born on earth before I became my 3-year-old self living back on Remnant. Back on earth I was 16, in my first year attending college (Junior HS). I was an above average student but had low confidence issue and self-esteem. I was studying Law, Geography, Sociology and Psychology. An interesting mix I'm aware but it gives me a great understanding of how the world existed and why people act the way they do and how their actions are punished to help "protect" the public.
I lived in Lancashire in the North West of Britain in a moderate size suburban town about 8 miles from Preston and about 30 miles from Liverpool and Manchester respectively. I had a decent upbringing, coming from a middle-class family I had aspirations of becoming a solicitor through a solicitor apprenticeship route. My mother worked in taxation for a firm called KPMG whereas my father was a teacher at a school. My brother went to Cambridge to study geography and I never saw him before I ended up here.
How did I end up here, my family on my father's side had a reputation as an infamous drug gang in the North West. He had managed to break free from the family "business" and had changed our names (illegally) to evade them. Anyway, once the authorities found out about our true identities we had to go into hiding. Constantly moving for a year around the North West I was caught up in an altercation that I had no involvement with.
On a night out in Preston, I was walking down Fishergate shopping street when someone near me was shot. The gunman was masked and was hidden from the CCTV cameras that littered the high street. He then saw me and laughed as he threw the gun at me hitting me on the hand. I was arrested 20 minutes later after I had tried to take a train out of the city to Lancaster. I was taken to the precinct for questioning where I was charged with a conviction of murder.
1 month later I was sentenced to a life imprisonment from a corrupt jury. A minimum of 30 years before parole. I was taken to HM Prison Wymott. Here I was brutally murdered in a prison riot and ended up waking on an island.
Thanks for reading. Part 2 of the prologue will come out tomorrow. I did not feel the need to describe my OCs aesthetics as his appearance was to change anyway. If you have any questions whether it be about the story or myself I'll be willing to answer them. Until next time. Adios amigos.