Hello everyone it's a genuine pleasure for me to introduce this story titled RWBY: The Silver Eyed Berserker. This story will focus on my OC Gaelen Radcliffe, a troubled teen who lost both his home and his right arm. For not I'll say no more and begin, I hope you enjoy!
Kingdom of Vale Outskirts
The young man sighed softly as he walked out the door of a weapons shop muttering," Damn it, I was planning on fixing this piece of junk. Now I guess I'll have to try something else".
Suddenly he heard a voice in his head say," I told you that wouldn't work Gaelen, so what do you plan to do now?".
The teen only sighed quietly saying," I don't know Gilgamesh, but we need to figure something out soon".
Gaelen was a tall young man, what could be seen of his build showed he was a warrior in training. Another clue was the sword hilt that peeked from behind his cloak.
Gaelen scowled as he walked into an alley, as he did so Gaelen turned so that he was leaning against the building that had been on his left. When he was comfortable he shifted the stone colored tarp he had stolen to hide his appearance aside to look at his right arm. The teens right arm was a twisted and mangled mess of metal that had more than a few jagged edges. The metal of the prosthetic was sparking at the joint of his wrist, and elbow making the teen growl softly.
Gilgamesh spoke saying,"I told you you needed better materials you foolish child. Now you need to replace more than a few components if I am right. Unfortunately you don't have the lien to buy them, and there aren't any dead huntsmen or bandits to pillage broken scraps".
Gaelen's scowl deepened as he quietly snarled," Shut up Gilgamesh, we'll have to make do with what we have for now. Maybe when we find this Wizard you spoke of he could help us".
Glancing around Gaelen shifted the tarp to cover his prosthetic again before quietly beginning to walk out of the alley. As he did so, the teen noticed that he had been surrounded by a group of muggers.
The largest of them smirking as he said," Fancy little toy you got under there, now give us all the lien you have. Otherwise my boys here will beat it out of you".
Gaelen scowled saying," You don't want to fight me, just leave me alone", the goons paused for a moment, glancing at their boss.
Said goon's expression had changed from a cocky smirk into a frown before he growled angrily," Get him boys!".
The teen only sighed before reaching up over his left shoulder grabbing the hilt of a sword, and drew a jagged blade that was as long as he was tall. The crooks paused seeing the sword before one of them charged at him with a cheap looking machete that had a red blade.
Almost immediately Gaelen went on the offensive, catching the red blade with his own. The blades locked for a moment before a sudden screech echoed through the alley as Gilgamesh sheared through the machete. The teens scowl darkened further as he kicked the thug away and tore the tarp covering him off, revealing that he was wearing a black tank top, and black combat pants along with a set of black boots.
There was an empty sheath resting on his back along with a set of straps that helped hold his prosthetic in place. The thugs also saw Gaelen's face, his dark red hair matted and tangled, hanging over his face. A single silver eye glared at the criminals, the other being a clouded red, blood dripping from it weakly like tears, marred by the scar that crossed the right side of his face.
The remaining thugs balked seeing how their comrades weapon was broken so easily, but their leader scoffed saying," That's what you get for using cheap metal Monty, step aside and I'll show you how it's done".
Gaelen sighed again before sheathing Gilgamesh and raising his right arm, the metal of the prosthetic shifting to reveal the barrel of a cannon.
The teen aimed the weapon saying," I warned you, so I think it's time I ended this. Just know you had an out", as he finished speaking the cannon glowed red as a gout of flame burst from it.
The round slammed into the man, shattering his Aura upon impact before it bounced off. The man collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut as the round punched through the brick wall behind Gaelen.
The red haired teen grinned darkly as he said," Any of you other morons want to keep going?".
The remaining thugs immediately began backing away before Gaelen's right arm shifted back to its default form, more sparks lancing off of its surface. The goons bolted as Gaelen collected his tarp and shrugging it on before walking out of the alley.
Gilgamesh decided to chime in saying," You're getting stronger, but you're still too weak. We need to find the Wizard soon, otherwise what just happened will become a rather frequent occurrence".
Gaelen only scowled muttering," I know Gilgamesh, but we can't do much right now. We'll just have to see how things pan out".
With that Gaelen kept walking, hoping to find some shelter before night fell. However he was unaware of the short girl with split colored hair colored brown, white, and pink watching him from the shadows. The girl blinked her brown and pink eyes, and when they opened the colors switched. She lingered for a moment before beginning to leave the alley herself, pulling out her Scroll and typing a message to someone.
Alright I'm gonna end this chapter here, but before you guys leave I wanted to explain a few things. My OC is based on the Knight of the Round Table Gaiwan, and while I originally wanted to call him that I decided to go with Gaelen instead.
As for his weapon Gilgamesh, I will say that his current form is a long sword that has multiple nicks on the front edge, while the back has several spikes. It has a unique set of abilities that I will reveal more of in later chapters.
Aside from that Gaelen's prosthetic is similar in appearance Savage Opress's prosthetic from Star Wars the Clone Wars. Though it's far more jagged. However its not exactly the same as there is a cannon in it that can punch a hole through a Deathstalkers armor.
I will say this much, this story is set ONLY in the universe of RWBY, there will not be any crossover type elements whatsoever.