Author's Notes

Sup guys and gals...and other peoples who may fall in a different category.

This fic is going to use the RWBY storyline as a basis, with some minor changes, additions, and original adventures for the OCs. The story is starting off in episodes 2 and 3 of season one. I kind of feel like it is short and some may feel that there isn't much going on, but I feel that is normal when you don't blow up corporate princesses. I didn't really see a reason to start throwing my characters into a random series of events where they met either. Just didn't feel right with this group, but I have introduced the OC team to a certain degree, and we'll get more about them as they go through the Emerald Forest. Hope you all like the fic, whenever you're reading this.

Also, let me know what you think of my character's descriptions up to this point, and see if you can figure out the inspirations.

Chapter 1

As new students were talking about how excited they were to be going to Beacon, on a bench in the airship sat a young man reading a book, mostly ignoring the world around him. While some might assume he was reading some sort of popular novel or something, but he was reading a book about the history and origins of the human/faunus conflict. He had short black hair with the hair coming to a small point at the front. His dark blue eyes were the only bit of color on him, as he wore black pants, a short-sleeved, dark-grey hoodie over a white t-shirt, and black shoes. Every now and then, he glanced around to observe. A tall blonde and a short girl in red were chatting, a blue-haired girl enjoying some music, and a blonde man who looked sick as he ran past. 'I'll give him a week.' And he started tuning out the world again as the two girls began yelling about something

The ship finally reached its destination, and the instant the doors opened, the blonde ran out, straight for a trashcan. Damien rolled his eyes as he walked off the ship. An elite school for warriors, and one of his fellow students had motion sickness. 'So long as I'm not on a team with anyone useless like that, I'll be fine. I just have to work hard for four years, improve my skills, and then I can work on my own.' As he walked, a man with pale skin and dark hair jogged up next to him. Damien gave the man a side-long glance, noting that he was probably 5'8" or 5'9", compared to his own 6'1".

"Sup. Name's Zaresh, nice to meet you." The man was incredibly friendly, a nice smile on his face as his cat ears twitched a little. Damian's response was brief, his voice expressing no emotion. "Damien. What do you want?" Damian assumed that this Zaresh was trying to be friendly or something, but Damian had no need or interest in such bonds. He figured that he would form some sort of comradarie with his future team, but he didn't want friends.

Zaresh looked at the man like he'd met a lawyer at a courthouse. The feline faunus wore a long-sleeved, purple shirt, with several vertical magenta stripes running along the left side of his shirt and over the shoulder. He has on dark jeans and black converses. In contrast to Damien's cold, dark-blue eyes, Zaresh's were bright aqua and friendly. Zaresh's hair, which went past his ears, was dark-purple, then ends of some being magenta. Despite his harmless appearance, there was something about the man that made Damien cautious of him.

"Not very friendly, are you? We're going to be classmates, so we may as well try to get along sunshine, don't you think?" Zaresh tried to put his hand on Damien's shoulder, and was met with a cold look and being shrugged off. "Fine, I get the picture. No touching." Zaresh was clearly resigned, placing his hands on the back of his head.

They walked in silence for a minute before a loud blast went off behind them. The both looked to see a girl with a long side-tail in white and a girl black, the one in white yelling at the other girl. Zaresh spoke up again, much to Damien's dismay. "Well…that was interesting. Hope that doesn't happen regularly here. But I guess it might be fun-" He stopped speaking as he looked over towards the blue-haired girl with the headphones from the airship. "I'll talk to you later Damien. Try relaxing a little." With that he ran over to the girl, who removed her headphones as they began talking.

At last, she was at Beacon, an elite school for huntsmen and huntresses. And to top it off, she had spotted the Pyrrha Nikos. Who would have thought that an opportunity to defeat someone like the girl nicknamed the Goddess of Victory would be presented to her on so soon. Definitely not Victoria Brunswick. She had come to Beacon looking for a chance for glory, and it was given to her.

Victoria stopped watching the champion as they entered the auditorium with a large group of students. It seemed as though most of the other freshmen had found their way there, as much of the room was filled up with people. She made sure that nobody was too close to her as she settled in. Some might think that she was the snooty, prim-and-proper type of girl because of her attire. She wore a dark brunswick green ruffled blouse with a deep-crimson knee-length skirt, black leggings, and small black boots that end just above her ankle. She felt no need to complicate moving with heels. She was 5'4" and proud of it! Like her namesake and blouse, her hair is the same dark green and is tied in a French braid and extended to her shoulder blades.

As she waited for the orientation, or whatever this was supposed to be, to begin, she considered talking to someone near her. Sadly, the only people close to her had either formed groups to talk or were an energetic girl with orange hair pestering a silent man with black hair. 'Poor soul.'

After a short wait, the famous headmaster of Beacon, Professor Ozpin, walked onto the stage, accompanied by the equally well-known Professor Goodwitch. Both respectable warriors in their own rights. His speech began innocently enough, stating the base reason why they were all there. Then it took an odd turn, as his speech seemed to imply that they were all lost souls in need of guidance or something like that. 'I don't care who this man thinks he is. I am not some lost fool. I know exactly where I'm going and what I need.' As Ozpin left the stage and Goodwitch gave them their instructions, Victoria's heart sank a little. 'I have to share a space with all of these people? Are there separate sections for men and women?' Victoria got her answer pretty quickly.

As students settled into bed, a myriad of emotions and thoughts prevailed, all around their new lives and the coming day.

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Figured people might want a better idea of Victoria's colors, since they might be more difficult to imagine. So here are hexadecimal color codes for them:
Brunswick green- 14392e/
Deep crimson- 39141f/