I am going to be changing the category since the early part of this story is mostly RWBY with a few other characters to fill space and avoid loopholes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character except for Sensara until after RWBY volume 3 canon ends. Every other character until then are owned by their specific owners.

Journal entry 273: year 71983

Okay, so a few years ago I got bored. One day, while practicing my katas I see these children running by, dressed in colorful getups with over the top weapons that couldn't even harm an ursa minor, being chased by a deathstalker major. So I kill the grimm and go about with my life. A couple days later a child, say in his late 30's (A/N: Sensara is thousands of years old. Everyone are like children to him) approaches my home. This 'boy' had tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. He wore a black suit with a green undershirt and pants, as well as black dress shoes. He had this 'look' completed with a stylized cane and tinted glasses. I was farming at the time he arrived. I had been uprooting trees to make room for an expansion to my garden. I think it was a fully grown redwood I threw at him for trespassing. He seemed startled, like he didn't believe I could lift such a small tree, let alone throw it.

He had a gaze so hard it could peer into a normal mortal's soul. Unfortunately for him, I was no mortal, so all I let him see were cold, lifeless eyes. This did not seem to faze him though, instead he seemed gleeful. He once again approached me without a care in the world. He was trying to tempt me to lower my guard. Instead I went to fetch tea. He acted civil throughout our conversation always making jokes or comments about myself. I remember the whole conversation as short and insignificant as it was.

*Flashback* "So strangle temple dweller, do you have a name?" the man had asked. Of course I wanted to be a smart ass so I replied with "Isn't it rude for a guest such as yourself to ask the name of your host before giving their own?" "Ozpin" "So Ozpin, what brings you to my lovely home?" "I witnessed what how you interrupted this year's initiation and thought, what strength. I wonder what he could become with a little skill" he announced in a snarky tone. "I have skill, I just chose not to use any against anything as miniscule as you." "If you say so." Ozpin replied offhandedly. I could only scowl back as human society today is firmly against gutting someone because of a joke. "Do you know what this is?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and a soft green glow appeared. "Your aura and semblance. Your aura is the intangible force you are subtly attempting to force into my body to see if I feel strain. Your semblance takes the form of the green glow, most likely guarding your forearm against any sudden injury." Ozpin seemed stunned by my assumption. He appeared curious as to how I ascertained his semblance so I answered his silent question "If I felt foreign pain and saw your hand glow in accordance to the pain, I would attempt to cut off the flow, literally. Any sensible person would use a shield-like aura to confuse their opponent into believing that the shield is the source of their torment. Besides, you witnessed me one-shot a deathstalker major, if you're shield isn't covering your entire body, then I would be offended." I replied smugly as he sat there stunned.

As he recovered from his shock, a glint shone brightly in his eyes. "Please come to my school." I was silent. First he attempts to belittle me, then he tries to harm me, and now he wants me to attend his school. "Why?" " You can turn the tide." "You already have your maidens from legends to help you, not to mention your coined silver-eyed warriors, what help would I be able to give?" "You're strongly than any maiden to date." "Fair. One last question though, before I decide?" "What is it?" "Why would I lend my aid to humans when they took away everyone and everything I hold dear?" "You aren't human?" In response, removed my outer garments. As I ran my hands through my hair, I unwound the illusion spell around me. Streaks of my hair fell away until three braids with gaps between each other was left upon my head. Adorning my nearly bare body, were multiple tattoos. Atop my head, between the gaps of hair were two menacing horn-like tattoos. On my forehead rested the tattoo of an eye with an onyx gem embedded directly center of the eye. Upon my cheeks, each had three almond shaped markings running parallel with my teeth. About two inches to the right of the right side of my collarbone was a small black X. Upon my left arm, the painted image of a pure black japanese daito was shown. Around my torso ran the tattoo of several layers of chain. Running down my right leg, I had a long intricately drawn tail wound around. And finally, upon my black four tattoos wings were drawn in, two on my upper back, and two upon my lower back.

As I unwound the spell surrounding my tail and wing tattoo the tattoos began to turn to ash. As the ash fell, my wings and tail appeared attached to my body. I turned my head to the side and breathed out a sigh. From within my mouth Blackfire spewed forth. As the fire surrounded me, my skin began to visibly crawl as it literally turned over on itself to reveal midnight black scales.

At first, Ozpin appeared as if he was on the verge of emptying his bladder rather unceremoniously, then he seemed to perform a complete one-eighty, laughing quite loudly while repeating something about another dragon faunas. *Flashback End*

In the end, I agreed to attend his school on the agreements that I join the next year, and that if anyone destroys my home, which I still maintain by the way, I would castrate him.

At the time of my initiation, I had been paired up with an unlikely bunch of misfits. My partner, well, the best way to explain her is as a repressed megalomaniac that was adopted into a family of peaceful goat faunas, so, repressed in everything except in her maturity. She wields a multitude of knives and daggers each capable of channeling her semblance, energy implosion, into something akin to an energy wave. Her name is Chara. The other part of my team is far for interesting though. A pacifist with a staff and a knack for temporal distortion (freezing or reversing time) and a depressed powerhouse with a problem with pathological lying and a knack for puns. He utilizes no weapon, instead his semblance allows him to create attacks made of bones and energy bolts that he can fire from large animalistic skulls that he summons. If he didn't already have too much power, then it would be worthy to note that he can telekinetically use the soul of a human to throw them around,and worst of all every time he hurts someone intentionally, he can drain them of aura. These two are Sansrus, or Sans for short, and Frisk. Worst of all though, they're dating, and they are very, very public about it. No, actually scratch that. Chara is the worst. Whenever we are even kinda alone, she acts like a masochistic dog in heat. She is obsessed with power, and mine is like ecstasy to her. Overall I think I fucked up when I agreed to come here.

Done, Oh, and I'm too lazy to add this into chapter 1 but too focused that I will add it into this chapter.

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