Authors Note:
Alright, hi, what's up? Your day going good? Lovely. Unless you said otherwise, in which case, tragic. So, let me clear the air here. My friend, McYeetTeet or whatever the hell he put his username as, had uploaded this fic (all two chapters) under his account, but after some reconsideration, we decided that I should just upload this on my own account, because that makes much more sense. Now, there's something of note that you might want to take into consideration, I haven't watched the show past the third episode of season two. Crazy, I know. You see, I was more or less roped into this by my friends, and they're the ones who are helping me with research, characterization, and general understanding of how everything works. So if maybe I screw up something here or there, that's why, and I apologize in advance. Another thing to note, this is my first time trying to actually write something outside of a school mandated task, so, feed back is very appreciated. And no, that isn't some bait so you get jumped for pointing something out, I pinky promise. One last thing, updates are going to be sporadic. There's not going to be a schedule, because this is just for fun and experience. Alright, I've been yapping enough, let me not bore you to death with the damn author's note.
Introduction:
Right, let's get a little introduction out of the way, yeah? Hello folks, my name's Doge Canicus. I'm a 16 year old standing at 6'3" with bright bluish grey eyes, and long somewhat curly brown hair. I'm known for being intelligent for some fucking reason, logical when I'm not being impulsive, and an insomniac.
I have an Uncle-Nephew like connection to Ozpin through my late father. Who, along with my mother, were killed when I was five, and were good friends with Ozpin. Fun, I know. More on that later.
My semblance, "Hell's Fury," allows me to create and somewhat control fire. When using metal as a conductor, it's even more powerful. This effectively allows me to use my weapons in even more fun ways than most people. Now, it's heavily affected by my emotions, and that can be problematic.
My weapons of choice are my gladius that can turn into a break action shotgun called Hell's Retriever, and my gauntlets that are a part of my armor. On that note, my armor is based off a Mistrali Centurion's armor, with a breastplate, greaves, and all that lovely stuff. Yes, this includes the battle skirt or whatever, but I wear black combat pants under it. On that note, I have a black combat shirt under my breastplate too. It's all somewhat similar to Pyrrah's armor, truth be told. I also have a helmet that I occasionally wear with a dark red plume atop it, and my crest is engraved into my armor. Said crest, a phoenix, is on either shoulder. Along with that I have a stylish dark red cape for the cool factor. Yes, it's practical, yes, it's necessary, and yes, anyone who disagrees just hates fun.
I've actually lived on the campus of Beacon for eleven years prior to my initiation, being taught here and there by the professors when there was excess free time. So, I'm on the same level as most other students when it comes to things such as combat, using my semblance, or being a moody teenager with a shitty sleep schedule.
Anyways, that's all that you probably need to know about me. However, I need you to know who my team is before this gets confusing.
So, we're team DAIS "Dice," a group of rogues without teams that have been stitched together like some kind of eldritch abomination. They weren't working with much when it came to the name, so I'm honestly surprised they came up with anything.
D is me, Doge. I'm the ringleader of this circus. You read the above paragraphs about me, hopefully, so I don't need to go over that again.
A is Levi Amaranth. He's a 17 year old 6'7" ginger. Horrific, I know. He has red eyes and white skin. A bunch of freckles and such too. He's the spitting image of a demon, I tell you what. Anyways, his semblance has the ability to 'overclock' people that he touches. Whether this is a good or bad thing depends on the situation, as it can be difficult to manage when it feels like you're moving at mach three.
The I is Jade Ivy. She's a 16 year old 7'8" rabbit faunus. She has dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and caramel brown skin. She has great senses, and can control plants with her semblance. The problem is; it makes her feral. The more she uses her powers, the less in touch she gets with herself, and she relies on raw instincts and emotion. Oh, and she's kind of dense.
S is Lukas Sinclair. He's a 16 year old 5'8" dark blond haired and blue eyed pretty boy. His semblance is always active, and it allows him to divert the energy in his body to either increase specific functions, like his brain, or outright expel the energy as lightning type attacks. However this drains him of his energy, a metric fuckton. This means he carries around a massive thermos of coffee at all times.
So, that introduction went on longer than it had any right to. However, with that out of the way, let's get this story started, yeah?