Hello and welcome to my third attempt at a fanfic. Now , For those of you who are new I'd like to take this chance and introduce myself…..

Nah , but I am gonna say that I welcome constructive criticism and suggestions along with typo mentions.

Now to the legal stuff….

I own nothing except a possible OC or two…..

Now , Ladies and gentlemen , I give you "Nobody on Remnant!"

( Ok , I lied one last tiny thing , I just suggest watching "My name is Nobody," before reading this along with getting some Dark Country ready, maybe a shot of whiskey as well… Ok I'm done …. for now…..)

Bold = Setting and/or *actions*

Italics = Song and/or 'thoughts'

Both = Author's note or messages

Normal = "Talking or SCREAMING" ( If you're Caboose )

New Orleans , Louisiana , 1882.

A tall , blonde and scrawny man walks through the port as he had done a few years back when he threw the gun fight with one of his many heros allowing the old gunslinger to finally retire to the old world…. Or at least that had been the plan , about a month after the old man had left port, his ship had been found empty with no sign of a struggle or fight…

But that didn't change much, the young man still laughed in the face of death and awkwardness.

*The man named Nobody continued to walk down the road he had followed that day , smiling as he usually did without a care in the world until….. a fly flew by*

'Oh you've got to be kidding me' *He shook his head slowly then stood still as a soldier protecting a large shipment of gold. But that quickly ended as a fiery ring appeared on the ground below him and opened into some sort of gateway.*

"Wha-?" *He shouted before falling into the ring of fire*

*Line Break and scene change brought to you by a wall of Ghost operatives with riot shields* (Curse those things)

Patch Island , Remnant , 201X

*Play , "Ain't No Grave" By Johnny Cash"

In a small bar in the harbour area of the Island of Patch a tall & muscular man was sitting at the bar enjoying a nice Vodka on ice when he heard an all to familiar sound of a portal opening then suddenly closing…. But what he heard next threw him for quite the loop… The sound was spurs and heavy boot steps? ( Heavy steps in boots and other shoes sounds very different from one another especially on hardwood. ) Then a tall blonde headed man sat down beside him covered in dirt , ash , and bits of singed hair….

'What the ?' Qrow thought to himself as he looked the tall man over.

The man seemed to be wearing old cowboy gear with a SAA (Single Action Army) on his hip in a leather holster. Though the rounds on the belt showed no sign of dust but seemed just to be brass and lead…. Then the man spoke to the bartender.

"Can I get a shot of whiskey?" The man looking no older than 20 or 22 asked in an odd accent.

*The bartender gave a quick nod and got the drink ready in half a minute before sliding it down to the man. The man gave a quick smile then pulled out a couple of silver coins and laid them on the counter.*

'Now,that is rare…..wait that isn't Valian silver…..' *Qrow stared at the man confused and slightly intrigued.

"Don't think he's gonna take those coins buddy *hic*," *The man looked over with little care but a simple smile then responded* "And why wouldn't silver dollars work?"

And done for now… My apologies for not posting this sooner but Army life is crazy and its got me missing my baby…..