Well guy's soon my AO3 account should be ready so I can get back on JoJo. But Since there's only a few days before I focus in on that again, I guess I'll start on my new RWBY story.

I don't own anything in RWBY beside's my OC's.

It was a rainy night in Vale, between Roman Torchwick gang and the White Fang it made walking the street's after dark impossible. A lone figure that night was either brave or stupid enough to walk those street's, he seemed to be wearing a heavy coat that covered his entire body and wore a hood to hide his face. The figure however didn't seem to notice a figure was watching him from one of the rooftops.

This man seemed to be checking his scroll before he stopped and smirked at what he found. "Jackpot." The man said with a toothy grin, upon closer inspection the man had long white hair that went past his shoulders, wore a white long sleeve dress shirt that exposed his toned chest and showed he wore a medallion, white gloves dress pants and shoes. The silver hair man looked to be in his early twenties and had a thin athletic build. The man's arsenal looked only to be a pair of large revolvers he had holstered on his waist.

Knowing his target was in his sight he leaped down from the abandoned hotel's roof and drew his revolvers and charged at the clueless man. When he realized he was close enough he dropped kicked the hooded man into a wall and slouched over from the pain. Wasting no time he began to unload the rounds into him before he saw his target cease to move.

Holstering his revolver's and pulling out a cigar from his pocket, he lit his little treat and turned around to go home. "Was that all? That kid should learn to not bite off more than he could chew." The man said to himself, suddenly he heard something and immediately turned around. His eye's widen that his target was slowly getting up after his execution, a red aura surrounded him and looked to be in less pain than he was when he got up.

The man spit out his cigar as he knew this was were the real fight was gonna begin, but he wasn't gonna give his opponent the chance to start, as his arm's began to twitch. "Hear the lullaby...of Rest In Peace Baby!" he said coolly, then his arms began to rip out of his shirt to show that they were purely mechanical. They instantly transformed into turret's as he launched two small missiles that broke off into smaller one's. Everyone of them hit their target as hooded individual was set ablaze in a blue fire.

The assassin knew know one could survive a full barrage of his missile's, but he was agape as the target was getting up, the only that he destroyed was his coat! With no coat now the figure sported a pair of sunglasses and a red leather jacket with the imprint of a tiger skull on the back, a grey t-shirt with the design of a broken star on it, dark blue jean's and wore a pair of red and white sneaker's. His facial features were short spiky brown hair, a small soul patch. And looked to be no older than 17 or 16.

His weapon was a simple katana and saw in his other hand was the sheathe that carried it. The assassin was getting mad at this kid now, his arm's began to rev up as he began shooting out energy blast's. The kid effortlessly blocked all the shot's with his sword before quickly sheathing it as the two now stood each other down.

His metal arm's retracted blades and then he sprinted toward's his target ready to end this once and for all. Wasting no time either he charged the man too, with each getting closer and closer the assassin failed to notice that the kid's sheath had some sort of trigger on it. Before he could realize it, the kid pulled the trigger on his sheathe and his sword flew out at impressive speed and nailed the assassin right in his gut which must have felt like a cannonball hitting him as he buckled over in pain and past out.

Sheathing his sword once again, the kid kneeled down over the assassin. "Your shinning armor and cool words wont get your far in life pal. It takes alot more than that to take down Sebastian Steele!" Sebastian pointed at himself.

Suddenly he heard clapping and turned around ready to fight whatever bounty hunter came at him next.

What he wasn't expecting was the smoking hot woman standing before him. She had light blonde hair tied back with a bun, wore thin glasses. White long sleeved, pleated top and gauntlet cuffs, her lower body was covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt and black boots, and to finish it off was a purple and black cape. And oddly enough her weapon seemed to be a simple riding crop.

"Well, well, well...How can I help you miss..." Sebastian whistled at the woman.

With a death threatening glare the woman spoke, "Miss Goodwitch, congratulations Sebastian Steele you've been hand picked to enroll in Beacon Academy." Sebastian looked a bit puzzled by this.

"Wait. You're talking about that high ranked hunter school? Look lady I never went to school, you may have me confused with someone else."

"Mr. Steele come with me, and the professor will answer all your question's. Or would you just like to stay here and deal with bounty hunters every week?" Glynda told him.

With a small grin Steele maid his choice, "Well when you put it like that, I guess I have earned a break. Or maybe Sebastian Steele is getting to be known world wide!" Glynda rolled her eye's at his response and gestured for him to follow her.

"Man I hope the reader's out there liked my performance, I'm guessing they aren't gonna like the other guy's so much when compared to me!" Sebastian said to himself inside his head.

Sebastian has no idea of the journey he's has just put himself on.

Well hoped you guy's enjoyed this little mini chapter I wrote, gosh it feels great to be writing again. Now for the next three chapter's including this, I'd like to see what you guys of where I got the inspiration for my OC's came from.

I might have W up tonight will see, have a good day my friends.

OK everyone calm down about RWBY JoJo I finally had it removed so my profile could stay up but it's now over at Archive of Our Own under my username Standuser64