It had been roughly a month since you moved in to your new home. You also had a nice amount of income due to the generous officer you kept in touch with. In fact you were supposed to go out and patrol the city this evening. It was nearly time to head out so you took your weapon from the shelf it was on. It was a gift from the officer. You had two identical scimitars which joined at the hilts to create a bow. You had also received a quiver which created an enormous amount of arrows, being powered by dust. The arrows were also made from dust, their only purpose being to paralyze the target, not kill it. Given the small amount of time in which you had been around, you had earned a reputation for yourself among the local criminals. It was often said that you had never missed a shot. The thugs and gangs in the area feared your bow almost as much as they feared death. You were polishing your weapon as you thought about the letter you had received from the officer that morning. The letter explained that there would be a few people from Beacon coming to the city for your application to the school soon. He didn't say how soon, so you weren't worried even though you had no paperwork at all.
You began to wonder what the school was like. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking downstairs interrupted your day dream. "The old man I live with probably just dropped something." You thought to yourself. Then you heard a voice. It definitely didn't belong to the old man. You took your weapon and crept downstairs surprisingly silently. Even though most of the shop was made of wood, you had memorized the spots where the creaking was loudest. Reaching the bottom step, you saw what was going on. The old man was being held at gunpoint by a strange man and some thugs. They weren't taking the money, only the dust.
The man in charge seemed familiar to you somehow as if you had met before. You shifted your weight out of habit and made a slight noise. The thief turned and you locked eyes. A hazy memory went through your head. It was your first day in this new world. You had just woken up and an officer was asking you a few questions. He asked if you had seen…of course!
"Roman Torchwick!" you yelled out. You put on a sly grin and said, "You're right on time! My patrol is about to start and there has to be some good money in turning you in." Roman laughed at this and took a bow.
"Well well well if it isn't the local superhero (y/n). It seems I've wandered upon your little lair. Well I'd love to stay and chat but I've got safer places to be, kiddo." Roman and the thugs were out of the shop in a heartbeat. You tore the door open ringing the little bell at the top and flew out after them. Roman turned and scowled at you. "Stop him!" he growled at the thugs. They knew who you were and had other ideas. Each of the thugs ran off in a different direction which was fine by you. Your target was Roman. You were quickly gaining on him so he took a sharp right turn onto a street which led away from the city. You started to move faster and took the same turn he did. You got close enough that landing a stunner arrow would be a fairly easy shot and readied your weapon. As you took an arrow from your dust powered quiver in your right hand, Roman took another turn.
Taking the turn you noticed that this street wasn't as empty as the last. Roman jumped over a pile of crates and landed a few seconds before you jumped. "End of the line, kiddo!" Roman grinned mischievously and fired a shot from his cane. It wasn't aimed at you, but it hit the crates beneath you. An explosion had begun to erupt beneath you, but you didn't care much. You placed your arrow on the bowstring and time seemed to slow down. This happened every time you took a shot. You took in a deep breath and aimed for Roman. It was going to be a perfect shot. You were sure of it. You were about to release your arrow in three…two…
"Stop right there!" a voice called out. Out of an alley came a girl rushing in front of Roman. She was wearing a white combat dress and had her white hair was hanging off to the side. She also had a sword aimed straight at Roman. It was too late to stop the arrow so you were forced to aim off to the side at the least second to avoid hitting the girl. The explosion underneath you propelled you forward and you rolled onto the ground. Your arrow had exploded in a barrage of blue light like it usually did when it hit something. But it didn't hit anyone because of that girl who got in the way. You missed.
Conveniently enough the officer friend of yours had just shown up. He told you that Roman had escaped and you knew exactly why. Furiously, you marched over to the girl who had gotten in the way of your perfect shot. There were three other girls with her now, but you didn't care about them.
"You! Do you have any idea what you've done just now?" Her shocked expression turned into one of anger.
"Me? What have I done? Do you know what you've done? You could have killed me!" This only infuriated you more. "Next time you might not get so lucky. That shot would have been perfect if you hadn't gotten in the way! You just let a dangerous criminal get away!" The girl seemed uninterested in you now.
"So what? You're not perfect you know."
"I don't miss. Ever." One of the girl's friends with short hair and a black and red combat dress looked hurt as if you had been speaking to her. "Look just don't ever get in my way again" you sighed. As you turned and walked away you could hear the girl behind you.
"The nerve of some people! Does nobody know who I am?"
Her friend with the long black hair spoke up and said, "I don't know Weiss, you did kind of get in his way. And it looked like he had Roman too." As you reached the officer who you had come to know as officer Clay, you tuned out the argument that had begun behind you. You started to give Clay details on what happened like you usually did but he stopped you.
"It's fine, (y/n) we have other people working on a report. But right now there are a few people who want to talk to you about Beacon."
A new voice came from behind you and said, "I also want to talk to you about how you managed to do something like that with such little training." You turned and met the new man's gaze. "Headmaster Ozpin. A pleasure to meet you, (y/n)." Ozpin extended his hand and you shook it, introducing yourself as you did so. You looked around and noticed a lack of people. The four girls were still bickering near the incident, but there was no one else around.
"Forgive me headmaster, but I was told there would be more people coming to see me. I was just wondering where they are?" you questioned. Ozpin shook his head and laughed saying,
"I believe you've already met one of them." Ozpin turned to look at the four girls and called them over. "(y/n) this is team RWBY. Their leader Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee (who glared at you), Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long. I don't usually accept transfer students, but considering your situation, and the fact that the semester ended recently, I would be willing to make a few temporary changes to the rules. Our students are put into teams. Since there are no other transfer students you would have to join an existing team, that team being team RWBY." You looked at each of the girls and tried to imagine what they were thinking. Ruby gave you a nervous smile, Weiss looked as if she were about to murder you, Blake showed hardly any emotion, and Yang smiled more confidently than Ruby. They didn't seem too bad as a group, even if Weiss was included. "So, (y/n)" Ozpin began once again. "Would you like to accept my offer to attend Beacon Academy, train to be a huntsman, and fight against the creatures of grimm?" You had heard of the huntsmen from the locals while you were around town, but you hadn't heard anything about grimm. The name seemed familiar though.
"Grimm? You mean like…those guys who wrote the inspirations for Disney movies?" Everyone looked at you as if you had been speaking another language, which you got often. "Ok so I'll take that as a no" You said breaking the short silence. Ozpin explained to you what creatures of grimm were and you were surprised that no one had spoken of them. Ozpin made his offer for you again and you accepted.
"Wonderful. I will expect to see you at the academy within two days" said Ozpin. You were soon left with officer Clay. You decided that it was only right to thank him for what he had done.
"Thanks a lot officer Clay. For the help, the job, getting me into Beacon and everything." Officer Clay smiled and responded,
"Not a problem, (y/n). I hope that we can work together again some day, you're a good kid." His smile faded and his tone grew serious. "Listen, (y/n). I know you can handle yourself but there are a lot of criminals out here now that don't think very highly of you. Roman is still out there and he's dangerous. Be careful out there." You nodded at officer Clay and started walking back towards the dust shop. You had to start getting ready for your first day at Beacon as soon as you could.