Hello! So a look at every character! Names! Some personalities!

So the opening song for this "volume" is Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons...not completely accurate but its pretty good and catches the fire of being young fighters.

Cloud Soothsayer stopped in the doorway of the ballroom, allowing the others to flow past her into the room. There was a quiet hum, the students too nervous to be loud. That would probably change with time. Gripping her staff, she moved it carefully in front of her. No need to frighten someone into thinking she would run into them. Not that she would, but they didn't need to know that. Her mentor's words rang in her ears as she followed the sounds of voices. Mostly the girls and boys divided the room, each gender taking one side. A last clinging to their previous academy's training in propriety before being boarded together at Beacon.

"Is this space taken?" she asked, after listening for a pause in conversation.

"No," a bright perky voice answered.

"Thanks," Cloud rolled out her sleeping mat.

Setting her staff within easy reach, she laid down, grimacing as her ponytail rammed into the back of her head. Reaching back, she pulled the hairband out, one blue-purple strand sticking stubbornly to it. Sighing, she winced as it tugged loose from her hair. Settling back she listened to the conversation around her. Everyone else seemed intent on making friends or having fun. No, she was here to excel, succeed, and become her brother's hero.

Sakura Doruido straightened her cherry-red pajama top, a nervous smile pressing her lips together. First impressions were everything. Everyone being in nightclothes made things informal, but still pressure sat heavily in her chest and bubbled in her stomach. These are just normal people, like you! She tried reassuring herself, but the daunting task of finding someone to sleep next to still lay ahead. What if that person didn't want to sleep by her? What if they were being just nice but really hated her? Worse, what if she rolled over on one of her neighbors?

Maybe she would sleep next to the wall…

Or was that too standoffish? She didn't want to appear as a snob. Biting her lip she moved towards the side of the room most of the girls had taken.

"H-hi," she waved, scrunching her shoulders as if to appear smaller. "Can I sleep here?"

Oh dear that made her sound as if she was questioning her own ability to sleep. The girl probably thought she was a dunce.

"The space is unreserved," the other girl said cooly. "You may have it."

"Thank you," Sakura took a deep breath.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Robin Coquelico moved around the guys, looking at the possibilities for friends. There were several that he had already crossed off the list. The bulky dude in the corner who snapped at him for brushing his blanket was one. He rolled his eyes. The thin, gangly fellow who stared daggers at him when he tripped in a rush to get away from the first. Alright, so he almost landed on the guy's books but he didn't, and that was worth noticing. However that group of guys laughing over there was on his list of possibilities. Also that guy over there with the red night shorts had some good vibes. Another red lover.

Brushing past a tall dude, Robin glanced around, the spots were filling up fast, he had best find a spot before one was chosen for him!

It was a good thing they were assigned lockers before this! Robin chuckled, thinking how dangerous it would be to sleep in a room full of weapons. Imagine, someone waking up with an activated scythe or sword between their legs! What a way to wake up!

Shaking his head, he spotted an open area and made a beeline towards it, fortunately those two weirdos he had checked off were nowhere close.

Ghara Mizuchi's eyes flickered towards the others as he meticulously made his sleeping mat. The floor was warm, which helped matters. If there was anything he hated more than..well them...it was the cold. Naga curled around the right side of his neck, opposite the tattoo on the left. The corn snake wrapped most of its body against the warm back of his neck, under Ghara's navy-blue hair, neatly tied up.

"Hey," he smiled widely at a girl not too far away. "Love the pajamas."

She smiled, her green eyes meeting his own amber orbs. Giggling, she looked away, sneaking a glance at his muscular body. There wasn't a girl he had met that couldn't withstand the T...Ghara trio. Eyes, dimples, abs.

Rolling his eyes away he slid his boots off, placing them next to his mat. Hopefully, some fool wouldn't decide to take off with them in the middle of the night. Then again, that wasn't a bad idea. He cautiously glanced around the room at the other shoes placed beside the bedrolls. Easy pickings, and in a room this big it wouldn't be hard to hide them. A smile spread across his face as he selected a few victims from the crowd.

Rouge Dragomirov snorted at the distinct separation between the guys and girls. She had made her bed smack dab in the 'boys part of the room' not caring about the stares she was getting. Pfft! There weren't any rules against where one was supposed to sleep. The Headmaster had said nothing. So why should she do what the others were doing?

Ignoring the uncomfortable looks of some of the more conservative boys. Narrowing her pale pink eyes at the few that dared to give her an appraising look, she flashed a smile. Her pointed teeth made a menacing point and their eyes turned away.

Satisfied she grinned. Rubbing her back she considered lying down and going to sleep. Not that it would be easy with all the talk vibrating through the air. Sometimes she envied the humans. No one ever looked down on them because they were different and they didn't have weird traits to live with. Alright, maybe that statement wasn't totally true, but it was close.

Flopping down, she adjusted her smiley face little pillow in the hollow of her back easing some of the ache. Grinning she closed her eyes and listened to the talk around her.

Moegi Kusamochi yawned as she petted Mochi, her pet hedgehog. The little creature purred contentedly, enjoying the attention from her owner. It snuggled contentedly in Moegi's warm mass of blankets.

Her bag of chips rattled as she munched on her favorite flavor, sea salt and lime. It was rather late, but a snack before bed always helped.

Yawning again she stared at Mochi through half lidded eyes. She didn't feel like getting up to make new friends, however if someone came over to talk, she would talk back. Though she doubted someone would try, she looked asleep right now probably.

Perhaps someone would approach and want to pet Mochi. A lazy smile crinkled at her eyes, Mochi was a good conversation starter. She loved hedgehogs and people were usually curious about unusual pets. As long as it was a girl, Mochi wasn't fond of most males. She didn't know why, but she suspected it had to do with his backstory. She had found Mochi all alone in the middle of a road. He was obviously tamed and warmed up to her immediately. But Mochi disliked her father and older brother, even when they offered her food.

Speaking of which...Moegi snuck a chip piece to Mochi.

Onyx Alabaster tucked her sleeping mat far away from the others in the room next to a wall. She never did like crowds, but thanks to the pillar in front of her she felt a bit more secluded. Picking up a map, she studied the forest they would be traveling through tomorrow. Initiations were always held here and it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. The map was vague, so as not to give anyone too much of an advantage, but she planned on memorizing it anyway. Who knows what Grimm lurked in those shadows? She liked to be prepared.

A loud raucous laugh caused her to look up. It was hard to hold her concentration when everyone else was being loud. Wasn't it almost bedtime? They would need their sleep, not that she didn't, but at least the noise would abate.

Sighing she turned back to her map. If she was thinking correctly, this forest held the basic Grim: beowolf, boarbatusk, king taijitu, nevermore, and ursas. The trees and brush would provide cover, for both her and the Grim. She had to be careful, especially before gaining a partner.

Another sigh escaped her lips. A partner. She needed someone intellectual, who didn't mess around about studying and didn't want to go to every Beacon party. Someone she could trust her back to without any hesitation once she got to know them. Then there was the team. She prayed she would get placed with Beacon's studious and dedicated students, no one wild or something like that. She would be stuck for four years with them and she needed to be able to survive those four years.

Pewter Balderk quietly sat, listening to some guy who's name he had forgotten. Oh well, he prefered it if the other person did the talking.

"And so...I told this professor guy…"

Pewter stretched, half paying attention. He was rather sleepy. Rubbing a hand along one of his curled horns he waited for a moment to butt into the conversation and say goodnight.

"Then I said…"

"I need to go to bed," Pewter said, his deep voice rumbling slightly.

"Oh, okay."

Pewter rolled into his sleeping mat, adjusting his head so his horns rested comfortably against the pillow. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes. Better be prepared for tomorrow.

Richard Rosso ran a hand through his light brown hair. The last guy had gone to bed unexpectedly and he needed to talk to someone. Who could go to sleep when it was the night before Initiation?! Well, some obviously could, but not him!

Yes it might be wise, but the excitement was too much. Fighting Grim, he had that handled. Signal was one of the best pre-Beacon Academies there were, and there were plenty of Grim fights. Like this one time, the professor had released a beowulf into the training arena. It wasn't long before his trusted baseball bat and flares had easily taken the Grim down. Then that one Ursa that was raving mad, one well placed blow had brought it to its knees and a flare had taken care of the rest.

So he knew how to take care of the Grim. He wasn't worried about partners, he could make friends with everyone. Alright, maybe not the guy snoring to his right, but everyone else. Teams? Everyone would love him! Who didn't?

Richard peered to his left, a few spaces over, and scooted closer to the guy half sitting up half laying down.

"Hey!"

Eucalyptus Magnolia, or Cally as she prefered to be called, flopped down on her bed mat stretching as she wiggled her legs inside her new sweats. New sweats always felt so soft and fluffy. Perkily, she looked around, scouting for the perfect teammates.

"Tomorrow is going to be G-R-E-A-T GREAT!" she beamed at the people around her. "Don't worry, everything will go smoothly! It will be awesome and we will all get our DREAM TEAMS!"

She flopped down into her mountain of pillows again, throwing her hands up into the air. Letting out an excited squeak she wrapped her arms around her chest and rolled around a little. She had spent most of the night talking with all the people around the room. Not that she would admit it to herself, but she was a bit tired. Stifling a yawn, she realized her caffeine rush from the coffee this afternoon was wearing off.

"Tomorrow will be awesome," she whispered to herself.

"It is very crowded."

"Yeah, how about sleeping in that corner over there?"

"Sure, I don't want some human breathing stinky human breath on me while I sleep."

Rojo Blanc conversed silently with Rye, his pet German Shepard as he walked across the ballroom. He had avoided most of the night by staying outdoors, pretending he was taking Rye outside for a bit. Rye knew the truth, though fortunately he couldn't share it with anyone but him. After setting up in the corner mostly away from the noise, Rojo sat down, Rye curling up at his side.

"Nervous about tomorrow?" Rye asked.

"No, I just hope I get placed with a good team," Rojo replied.

"Me too, people who like dogs," Rye rested his head against his paws.

"Yeah," Rojo agreed. "Now quiet, I want to sleep."

"Night."

"Night."

Jazpeer Aldenwood lay awake as the room finally settled into sleep. Darkness closed in above him, windows seeping moonlight through their tinted panes. Here was a school that didn't know him. His classmates had gone on to other schools. This was a fresh start, and this time he was determined not to let that slip away too easily. All he needed to do was complete these four years and become a Huntsman. Then he would be away and the Grim didn't judge those who killed them.

Tomorrow was Initiation, he wouldn't let his own self doubt get in the way. He was going to succeed. He was going to be something worthy. Someone to be proud of.

Tomorrow was only the beginning.

Next is Initiation unless I have snippet of something to fit in before! Ya'll are very lucky, my right arm had gone completely numb with pain before I began, but the idea was so intense I did this all left hand...if there are mistakes I'll edit them when my right hand is functional again.