Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum. I only own my OC.

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Welcome to Generations, an SYOC fic. So please, send me your submissions! The template can be found on my profile, details are also on my profile.

What is Generations? Generations is an SYOC fic that will go for several... well... generations. Generation I will be entirely OCs while Generation II will *gasp spoilers* feature Team STRQ, other notable characters and so on and so on.

Every OC that appears in the previous Generation will make minor appearances in the next Generation. If your OC isn't accepted for the current Generation then rest assured, your OC will appear in the next Generation.

That's all Generations will be, for now. Generation I will be a peaceful generation. Generation II and onwards will have plot with Generation I characters making huge impacts on II and III.

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GENERATION I : PROLOGUE

Steel gray eyes opened up to the world. They blinked blearily before coming into focus, then they widened in alarm.

The owner of those gray eyes shot up from bed, Mono Chrome looked around her room wildly before settling on her clock.

6:47 AM

She shrieked, flinging the covers off and rushing to the bathroom, grabbing her clothes along the way with the intent of changing as fast as possible.

Mono Chrome is a seventeen-year-old girl. A cat faunus to be exact. She had an angular face, gray slit eyes, long hair the same shade of her eyes with the bangs brushed to one side albeit very messily and her white cat ears sat atop all of this. All in all, one could describe Mono Chrome's appearance as 'dull'. She walked out of the bathroom wearing her usual black hoodie and gray shorts, her mother had always pestered her about wearing more colour but she was perfectly fine with these 'dull' and 'boring' shades, she liked blending into the background.

But her personality was anything but boring.

And the reason why she was panicking right now was because she is to be a student that was to attend Beacon. Growing up, her dream was to become a fully-fledged huntress and that she would one day make a change in this world. A change for the better. But all of that would have to wait until she arrived at the airship. The airship to Beacon that was to leave at 7:00 AM.

She quickly picked up and strapped her katana, Dancing Reaver, onto her back before dashing out of her room and down the stairs of their little house located in the Kingdom of Vale. Her mother, Mana, was already awake and making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Mom!" Mono whined, plucking a piece of toast as she walked past the dining table and making for the front door. "Why didn't you wake me up?! I'm going to be late!" She quickly bent down and awkwardly attempted to put on her white shoes with the piece of toast in her mouth.

Mana poked her head out of the kitchen with a confused expression on her face, her gray hair tied up in a ponytail and her own cat ears twitching, "Late for what sweetie?"

"The airship to Beacon!" She waved her arms around exaggeratedly. Since she was hopping on one foot when she was doing this, it was a bit of poor judgement there and she landed on her rear with a thump.

"Oh." Mana blinked before smiling and shaking her head exasperatedly, "The airship doesn't leave until tomorrow. You still have this day to prepare."

Mono looked up in surprise, her piece of toast falling from her open mouth, "Really? I could have sworn it was today.."

Mana shook her head again, "No. I checked the calendar when I got up this morning, the airship doesn't live until 7:00 AM tomorrow. It appears you've gotten your dates mixed up again." She sighed "Now that you aren't panicking and stomping around like an Ursai, perhaps we can have breakfast?" She held up a plate with a stack of pancakes.

Mono flushed before nodding and standing up, taking her piece of toast and making her way over to the table. Now that she wasn't, as her mother eloquently put it, stomping around like an Ursai she realised how hungry she was. Her mother set down the plate before sitting down on the other side of Mono, they both picked up their forks and dug into the stack of delicious heavenly pancakes with gusto. Her mother always made the best pancakes.

Mono set down her fork and pushed aside the empty plate, "Thanks for the breakfast Mom, but I'm going out."

Mana looked up from her plate of pancakes, "Where are you going now?"

"I'm going to restock for Dancing Reaver." Mono indicated to the katana that was still strapped to her back, "I just realised that I forgot to stock up on Dust for it."

Her mother had a disapproving look on her face, "You shouldn't leave things until the last minute."

Mono flushed again and scratched the back of her head sheepishly, "Sorry..."

Mana sighed before reaching across the table and patting her head fondly, "Go on, before you forget again."

Mono nodded and stood up, immediately dashing for the door. Mana smiled after her before sitting down at the table again and quietly finishing the stack of pancakes, without Mono around, the house suddenly became too quiet.

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Mono quickly sprinted down the street, her feet taking her towards a newly opened Dust shop in the area. As she sprinted down the street, she was suddenly aware of the glares fixed on her while she ran but she did her resolute best to ignore all of this. The Great War had ended nearly a decade ago and there was still a lot of racism against faunus these days, but she would always hope that someday, perhaps someday soon, that humans and faunus would set aside their differences and unite as one.

She quickly turned the corner that would put her right in front of the newly opened shop, 'From Dust till Dawn' and bumped into someone.

The person that Mono had bumped into will be an OC. Which OC is entirely uncertain.

So I hope you liked that first peek into Generations it's quite short but they will get longer once I get more material I can write with but to continue...

I NEED OCS!

I only made one OC (two if you count Mana), the rest is up to you guys.

So here is some information that you'll need to know when sending your submissions.

1. COLOUR NAMING RULE.

2. I don't mind edgy backstories (parents being killed, abused, traumatic experiences) but if there is an overabundance of this in your OC then your submission will be DENIED. Of course, please don't stop from putting stuff like this in your submission. This is just a WARNING to not put too much in it. Because edgy backstories make for interesting OCs.

3. Your OCs will be paired with other OCs to form teams, this will be entirely dependent on their personality and how I think they click.

4. Making your OC overpowered. I don't need to explain this.

5. You can make an entire OC team.

6. I do need OCs who will stand against our main characters. Not antagonists but OCs that will attend Beacon and will be an obstacle. Examples include anti-faunus, bullies or just the typical rival.

7. Professor OCs. Yes. Professor OCs.

8. I've had someone ask me about avian faunus. They are allowed but they will be rare. At best, I will be allowing two avian faunus for Generation I so if you want an avian faunus right now.. you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.

So! I look forward to reading all of your submissions and I will see you next time where we will move on to introductions!

Review and Favourite!

-PinwheelGrizzly