Roland's theme: NO SCARED by One OK Rock
the thump of distant bass could be heard reverberating through the streets and alleys of downtown vale, signaling the merriment of those currently inside the many bars and dance clubs littering the downtown section of the city. Standing outside one of these clubs two men were disusing their futures within the old fortress city, one wishing to fade into obscurity, the other hoping to make it big.
"Come on Roland, you got to admit it I have potential here." The first one states to his shorter companion. He is a tall man but retains a boyish face revealing his young age. He is dressed in a simple set of dress clothes consisting of black slacks and a black vest, as well as a white dress shirt. A simple black tie completes the outfit.
"I'll believe it when I see it junior, till then you best do what the boss says and get this stuff to the deli across town." The young man identified as Roland answers while tossing a paper bag to the other man. Roland is dressed in a pair of black slacks with a dark crimson shirt matched with a black tie. He wears a black fedora and black sunglasses on his head. Slung over his average sized shoulders is a thick trench coat, odd for the warm weather.
"No! I really mean it one day I'm goanna be big you just wait and see. Ill own my own club and have my own gang and everything." The younger man says as he stomps his foot in frustration at the other man's indifference.
"Uh huh" is Roland's non comitial reply as he turns his back and begins to stroll into the parking lot waving over his shoulder as he leaves with one final remark. "When you do make sure to hire a pair of twin hotties as personal body guards, that's when ill believe it."
Walking towards his parked dust cycle at the far end of the lot, Roland is surprised to feel a soft vibration in his jacket pocket. Fishing out the phone and looking at the number he groans in frustration. It's another job from his masters, being the dog on a chain is certainly an annoyance. Glancing through the text message for the details as he puts his keys in the ignition, he mentally takes down the requirements before deleting it. A dock manger in the industrial district is his target this time. What the man did to deserve his death, be it mistreatment of workers or getting a hard earned promotion over someone else Roland neither knows nor cares. It's just a job.
As Roland approaches the warehouse on the waterfront he pulls his bike into a nearby alley, so as not to alert the target inside the building with its noise. Tossing a black tarp he retrieved from the side storage compartment over it to further conceal it he makes his way down the remaining three blocks. Approaching a side door on the loading docks of the building he scans the area for anyone who would witness what he was about to do. Snapping his fingers a six inch gout of blue flame, hissing like a blowtorch, extends form his palm. Gripping the flame as if it were a dagger, he simply slices through the lock on the door before sliding it open. Calmly striding through the building and noting nothing of interest, before making his way towards the offices in the middle of the building.
With glaring intensity the overhead lights burst into life bathing the interior of the building with a blinding white light. Rolling his flame into an icepick grip to better cover his defense Roland makes note of this new development. For a short moment it seems quiet before all hell breaks loose. The machinery placed along the walls that Roland took for work equipment jump to life revealing themselves as armed security drones. Each one standing about 7ft tall and armed with both a dust sabre and belt fed machine gun they pose a formidable threat to the completion of his job. The drones open fire as one, shell casings flying through the air like confetti. Shimmering blue flames leap around Roland, snapping to deflect the incoming rounds as Roland points his left hand at the nearest drone. Forming his hand into the shape of a gun as fire begins to form at the tip of his pointer finger before lancing out and melting the drone's gun, Taking aim at the other two drones Roland fires twice more disabling the other guns as well before snapping his right arm out and allowing his dagger to extend into a full length sword. Their guns disabled the droids rush forward seeking to take down their foe with blades. Side stepping the first blow Roland brings his blade to bear severing the blade of his foe and fully releasing it of its weaponry. After repeating this for the next two drones Roland rolls into a crouch after dodging a vicious kick form one of the droids before pointing his left hand at them again. A burst of blue flame envelops all three targets before rendering them little more than half melted sculptures upon a now glass floor.
A soft clapping echoes through the now silent building drawing Roland's attention. Standing in the middle of the floor is a man in his early thirty's. Messy black hair and a pair of black spectacles adorn his face, while a black suit with a green under shirt and scarf make up his outfit. Snapping up his left hand Roland fires off a trio of flaming bolts striking the man once in the face and twice more in the chest. The man recoils and collapses in pain before falling to the ground unmoving. Approaching the corpse Roland feels a hand on his shoulder. Whipping around he slashes through the air cutting the person behind him with his blade. As Roland gets a look at the man he realizes it is the same man he just shot. Snapping back around to the other body Roland realizes that it is no longer there. Turning around to look at the second corpse Roland finds only an empty floor. The soft clack of a cane on concrete alerts him to another presence. Spinning around to locate the noise Roland once again finds the man alive and well before him.
Clearing his throat the man address Roland for the first time. "Roland Durendal, age 18, charged with arson, breaking and entering, attempted murder, murder, grand theft auto, armed robbery, and jaywalking among others." The man drawls as if he is reciting something form memory. "In addition you are an enforcer of the vale city kings, a criminal gang known to operate within the city and kingdom. And finely suspected to be the infamous breaker flame of the holy order of assassins, known for no less than 40 counts of murder, at least those are the ones we have found. You don't usually leave much evidence do you."
"So you've done your research on me, who the hell are you?" Roland answers while leveling his hand at the man again.
"Ah I'm sorry I've forgot my manners, my name is Oscar Isaac Ozpin, new head master of Beacon Academy." Says Ozpin as he bows. "I am here to make you a simple offer, join my school and work for a period of ten years as a hunter of Vale, or die here."
"I don't think so" growls Roland, a brilliant blue flame ignites across his right eye as a wave of pressure envelops the room. Roland's form begins to waver as if a strong heat were pulsing form it, small flecks of flames snapping off here and there. Light begins to coalesce at the tip of his finger bathing the room in a brilliant blue tint before going out for a split second. A blazing bolt of energy surges forth from his finger streaking towards Ozpin while leaving the concrete floor it passes over a pool of liquid glass.
With a simple wave of his cane Ozpin extinguishes the incoming bolt of blue flame. Sighing wearily he addresses Roland, "while impressive, I had hoped that it would not come to this."
Quite frankly, Roland is stunned. Sure that attack has been avoided before, but it has NEVER just been stopped, let alone seemingly effortlessly. Quickly regaining his composure Roland surges forward bringing his blade to bear on Ozpin. With yet another longwinded sigh Ozpin brings his cane up to block, halting Roland's forward momentum before breaking form his relaxed stance with a left jab. Blue flames snap forward to defend Roland, but these are quickly dissipated by Ozpin's fist. With a sickening crunch Ozpin's first impacts Roland's sternum flashing green with the strength of his aura as Roland is thrown into the wall on the opposite side of the building. The flame over Roland's right eye flickers and dies as his breathing becomes shallow. Gingerly touching his chest, Roland confirms that he most likely has more than a couple of broken ribs.
"This is the last time I will make my offer." Ozpin states with a grin adorning his features.
"Guess I really don't have much of a choice do I." Roland responds with a cruel glare directed at the ground. "What are the terms?"
"Simple, enroll in Beacon Academy and complete your four years of training. After doing so serve ten years in the Kingdom of Vale's hunter corps, doing so will erase all records of your crimes up to this point, assuming that is you don't get yourself into more trouble. If you are expelled from my academy for any reason then I will personally see to it that you are disposed of." Ozpin states while leaning casually on his cane. "Do we have deal?"
Roland directs his withering glare upwards towards the headmaster. "Why?" he spits with disgust "why do you want me to join your precious school?"
Ozpin simply grins while looking down his nose at the man before him. "Because, I believe you can be useful to the fight against the grim. I would much rather not throw away a perfectly good weapon simply due to a little defect or two. Now do you accept my offer, or will I have wasted my night waiting in this dingy warehouse for you to arrive?"
"I accept, not as though I have much of a choice." Roland states with a sigh.
Ozpin removes a simple envelope from his breast pocket, tossing it onto Roland's lap. Turning around Ozpin begins walking towards the exit of the warehouse. Roland struggles to his feet and begins making his way back to his parked dust cycle. It was going to be a little rough in the coming days….
A/N: Hell all my name is Borsniel and I just wanted to introduce myself to you all. The story you have just finished the first chapter of is based off the events of a Pathfinder game that I run for my friends every Friday night. With their approval and help we have decided to share the joy we have with our game with other. For a little background info the story is set 19 years before the start of volume one and will be exploring many themes, including romance, adventure, action, drama, tragedy, and humor. In addition it will be delving into some interesting topics regarding the RWBY world, such as what are grim, where did they come from, why by volume one is the world at peace, and may others. I hope you all enjoy it though due to being OC centric I doubt I will get many if any views, so all who do are much appreciated. One of my players runs a youtube account where you will be able to listen to the direct crazy that is one of my games , while another will be posting a comic to go along with this story as well as the cover art. Both of these will be linked on my profile page for those who are interested. Thanks again.