I'll be taking inspiration from the Red, White, Black, Yellow trailers and be making up ones for team JNPR and my own OC team to start this series. Hopefully I get better as I post more. Time and feedback will tell. I can tell you now I won't be able to give the original trailers combat scenes justice but rather I will focus on emotional states in these intros. I would rather write my own thing you know?

Leaders - Legacy Driven

Ruby Rose

It was a chilly winter night with a full moon in attendance that evening. Buffeted by the cold ocean breeze, Ruby Rose was alone with her thoughts looking at the grave of her deceased mother. It was like the news was official now looking at the engraving. Summer Rose / Thus Kindly I scatter. This engraving of her family's crest being the only real memento left behind from her mother in the aspiring huntress's life. A Rose symbol. Just like roses, Summer Rose left a strong scent behind. An impression that permeated the air around the little red reaper and those that knew of Summer. Nothing else was left behind for Ruby from her mother except emptiness and sadness. Ruby shivered from the chill as the motion somehow caused more negative thoughts to bubble inside her.

Ruby Rose was 15 years old now and had matured quite a bit when it came to feelings of loss. Her family kept moving forward despite the constant tragedies that befell their family. She had her sister, her dad, and even her uncle still and that gave her solace to the life she was dealt. Still, those negative feelings clawed their way to the surface during Ruby's walk back home. Just as well. The little reaper needed something to decompress to let these feelings leave her. As if on queue while walking back home through the woods they came as she stepped into an open field. Those black shadows, the creatures of grimm. A beowulf pack on a full moon, how… quaint.

'Keep moving forward Rubes,' her sister's words steeled Ruby's resolve as she was surrounded.

Three leapt at Ruby before she seemingly disappeared in a shower of roses. Confused, the grimm moved their heads side to side wondering where she went before following the gaze of their peers behind them looking up. The small reaper had escaped above. Pulling out Crescent Rose Ruby leveled the huge amalgamation of metal at the beowulf's head and fired.

Boom!

A resounding meaty smacking sound answered back as the shot found its mark. Continued by the sound of the body falling to the floor soon after with more shots ringing throughout the field. Another fledgling grimm lunged at Ruby as she landed before she vaulted over it with a practiced ease. Letting the grimm fall right naturally into her sights before pulling the trigger, Ruby let the shot's recoil aid her in shifting her aim to her next target, landing another shot before she finally landed. Twisting with the force from the shot Ruby tumbled as she landed helping her aim at the last grimm in a crouching position. The shot was enough to stop the creature dead in its tracks with Ruby propelled backwards rolling with the motion before shifting Crescent Rose into its scythe form.

The pack leader charged at Ruby as she spun out to meet him with a smashing blow aimed down to cleave the large grimm in half. The cut didn't have enough force as the large beowulf tanked the blow on its shoulder before growing indignantly at Ruby. 'Still not strong enough eh? Oh well.' The trainee huntress smiled knowingly as she pulled the trigger on her scythe and a shot rang out from the hidden front barrel. Recoil from the shot pushed the scythe deeper into the grimm's shoulder while Ruby pulled, matching the motion , cleanly cutting the lead beowulf in half.

The rest of the beowulf frenzy with no leader to coordinate them and simply charge at Ruby. The remaining grimm fell in short order soon after. Displays of acrobatics, a mixture of propulsion from the shots and good solid swings were all that was needed to take down the remaining grimm. No real armor on them and no real chance to overwhelm the red reaper as Ruby spun with her scythe in killing arcs at the approaching fledglings, shooting all the while to finish off grim or assist her swings using the recoil.

'17… 18… 19…one shot left,' Ruby reminded herself counting each dust cartridge ejected from Cresent Rose.

A beowulf finally managed to get close enough to her to fight back, forcing Rwby to block sending her flying far back. As lethal as she was Ruby was still a growing kid, taking a breathe to center herself her eyes scanned back and forth as she took stock of the situation. More grimm were starting to filter in from the forest into the clearing. Using her scythe Ruby tethered her blade to the ground before reloading Crescent Rose. If her mom was still alive she would be doing something like this. Now with her gone it would be up to her to fill in that void. The chill from winter didn't seem to bother her anymore.

'Fully loaded and warmed up, let's go.'

Jaune Arc

"The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Lady's love it."

The ship from Minstrel to Vale revealed a side of Jaune he has never noticed before. He was prone to motion sickness. The waves moving the ship were doing everything in it's power to make Jaune's stomach do flips inside of him. After expelling vomit for the third time that day Jaune tried to lay down as still as possible trying to block out that feeling of nausea taking hold of him. Fish in and fish out. Jaune soon found that the middle part of the ship was the place he could tolerate the roll of the waves. Closest to the bottom and in the middle and still Jaune found himself heaving ready to push out more of his stomach's contents. There was nothing left to vomit but his mind still insisted on the action, why?

Managing to take the ship trip alongside another group of travelers, Jaune felt was getting the hang of this solo traveler persona. The people he met so far were friendly enough and when they asked too personal a question they seemed to fill in the gaps for him as he shyly looked away. It wasn't technically lying but he seemed to have a knack for it based on how things have been going so far. Fake transcripts to go with his very real passport and one way tickets to Vale and eventually Beacon.

That was the place to be if he was gonna make a fresh start. Mistral felt like it was in a constant state of conflict, what with all the bandits and lack of real stability compared to Atlas or Vale. Somehow the transcripts Jaune managed to secure were for Vale's Beacon academy and honestly that settled it for him. Got himself a part time job and saved up for two summers before his trip and Jaune was out before his folks realized. Hopefully this will include more time to learn how to swing his sword around rather than minding a bucket. Jaune glanced at the blade on his hip as he sat up fighting off the feeling of dizziness long enough to focus.

Crocea Mors latin for… something. Yellow death. Not sure how it relates to a sword but that was its name. It was his great-great-grandfather's and now it was his. A treasured family heirloom that was his only help Jaune got from his father when he shared his intention to become a huntsman. If only not to embarrass himself further as he set on this 'fool hardy trip. Thanks for that vote of confidence dad. I can so become a huntsman like him.' He'll wield Crocea Mors like his great ole grandpappy and become a glorious huntsman. Jaune would be a hero just like all of them and then some! Even without any real formal training, Jaune was going for it. The plan was simply to fake it till he made it, how hard could it be? He'll be a hero to show everyone that anyone could do it if they simply went for it. Jaune's birthright and the legacy he heard so many times growing up was coming soon. Just after this trip and after he…

"Blugh!"

Finally his days on the boat came to an end as Jaune grabbed what little gear he had and boarded a train to Vale. This journey was honestly the first time Jaune rode on anything like it and if this so-called 'train' was anything like the boat he knew he wasn't going to like it. Still feeling nauseous remembering the smells of the ship, the recycled air from the train was not doing him any favors. As the train moved Jaune felt his stomach lurch the same way when he was on the ship, when the train's wheels hit the slightest of bumps in between the train tracks he could feel the bile in his system rising. How was he still feeling that rolling sensation from such a slight hiccup? Hiccup was the wrong word to use. Jaune clutched his stomach and rushed to the nearest window.

"Ugh I'm gonna be sick."

Reiter Cesarski

Reiter Cesarski first of his name. "I'm gonna build a damn legacy," said the horseman as he watched the sun set on Vale. The name Reiter will be synonymous with the best of this century. Further than that though is out his hands. Dynasties rise and fall regardless how great someone's old man was centuries ago. Not that huntsman rose to an actual position of royalty, at least it hasn't for awhile. Though who knows what was in store for him once he ascended and became a huntsman.

It has been almost a whole two years since he graduated from Signal academy and traveled the world. Opting to tag along with a trusted mentor and getting some first hand experience of what huntsmen actually do. At least that was what his family's friend sold him when he went town to town searching for work to do on different job boards. Perhaps it was simply due to loneliness that Darren prompted Reiter to come along but both learned to appreciate each other's company during their travels. A slow life with pitched moments of fighting grimm and sometimes people. That part of the lifestyle was actually rather nice, knowing excitement was just a risky job away. The "work" they mostly took however was slow and rough, mostly just knowing how to do things by himself and problem solving when things didn't go right the first time. Reiter wasn't able to take huntsman jobs but assisted where he could while observing mostly from a distance.

'Oh shit. Dare actually might need some actual help,' Reiter leveled the short rifle he had and spent one memorable evening with Darren holding out from grimm in a ruin until the sun rose and they hoofed it back to town as fast as they could. The occasional ask for help turned into regular jobs and the two started raking in some decent Lien on the side while still occasionally doing the occasional grimm destruction request for little more than a few nights to crash before they set off again. Reiter and Darren got into quite a few colorful predicaments to which the young man swore to secrecy with his close friend.

"Getting that huntsman license will change your life, Reiter. Trust me. This ain't nothing but charity work compared to the big leagues. Don't get me wrong, doing right for others is cool and all but with the right people and skills you'll have everything you ever wanted and more. Look forward to it."

When he finally returned to Vale 20 months after Reiter definitely felt like a new man having since did a lap all around Remnant. The trip provided him with a chance to learn how to fight exotic grimm, learning how to deal with less than savory people and come out ahead, getting some practice flirting with the cutest girl when visiting a new town, and even gaining a bit of muscle to fill out his armor. A few months of well earned rest before setting off, there was so much to do.

Managing to get himself a temp time job as a farmhand in Vale when it was harvest season everything was going to plan until bumping into a pair of twins while exploring the city. Those vibrant green eyes seemed to grasp Reiter's soul while he was checking out a local club. Those same eyes seemed to notice Reiter's reaction before its owner relaxed backwards, pleased by what she saw. If that wasn't an invitation to chat her up…

"Hey."

A coy smile answered before she faced forward, eyes darting back at Reiter before pretending to meekly take a sip from her drink. Her twin looked at Reiter with those same vibrant eyes before looking at her sister, noting her expression Miltia glanced away as if trying to give the two space.

"I have great hair."

Compliments wouldn't be enough to break the ice. Not with these fancy looking gals. Snapping her attention back to Reiter he smirked seeing his ploy seemed successful in getting her attention.

"Don't you mean I have great hair?," she questioned. Trying to hide her expression behind her glass, Reiter pressed his advantage. He had her attention, now to lay on the charm.

"Oh yea. Almost as good as mine. You're definitely more gorgeous though, gorgeous. What's your name?"

"Melanie."

"Name's Reiter. What's an innocent thing like you doing here?"

That earned him a full on smile from the trendy minx before she took another sip trying to hide her amusement. 'Goodness. I am a lady's man or what?'

"Innocent. You think I'm innocent. Honey. How are you so sure of that?"

Playing up the meek but interested gal she turned back to the bar, playing with her drink, trying to not look embarrassed. Her sister behind her and multiple others that seemed to work in the club looked genuinely shocked at her actions but Reiter failed to notice the warning signs as he sat next to Melanie.

"I think I'm a great judge of character. Dear. I can also tell you the future. If you dance with me tonight you won't regret it."

Those four months flew by quickly after that night. One dance earned him a date and another and another until Reiter started seeing Melanie pretty regularly through the week. She had quite a few friends in that club, one of them was some sort of information broker named Junior who Reiter built a rapport with. Another one of Melanie's friends was thrilled to know Reiter knew sign language as they seemed to get along almost immediately, with him easily interpreting her hidden voice marked through her actions. Reiter quickly learned that Vanille, like her name, was really into ice cream and other assorted sweets. That and praise. Reiter wasn't too sure what her situation was but was happy to acknowledge and celebrate every little thing Vanille did for him, which she accepted with a graceful smile. There were so many interesting people Melanie knew when they were out and about in the city during their dates and Reiter managed to get along with quite a few of them, surprising even himself. Soon a job offer with Junior proved pretty rewarding for simply delivering some packages to Vanille's boss. It honestly seemed too good to be true for Reiter for simply running into those twins. Melanie especially, she seemed content to tease the slightly younger man but their shared dances slowly grew more and more intimate as the weeks went by.

The whole experience felt surreal to him nearing the last week of the fourth month in Vale before he had to leave for Patch for a final week with his family before finally taking the Bullhead to Beacon. Being a huntsman was everything to Reiter but he could definitely see himself sticking around in Vale. Perhaps go steady with Melanie if I could get her twin sister Militia's vote of confidence. That twisted, dark humor that Reiter managed to bring out of Melanie really appealed to Reiter for some reason compared to the other girls he met during his world trip. Maybe it was the feeling of danger that seemed to flow freely from his girlfriend's lips that made him want to stay after his sudden infatuation of her lovely green eyes. Reiter's thoughts were interrupted when a news broadcast popped up about an apparent crime with the mugshot of the mute girl's boss. An incredulous "huh" escaped Reiter's lips as he slowly pieced together the sudden news from the broadcast.

"Oh."

"Oh no."

'I think I just helped some sort of criminal.'

What happened after he dropped the package? Nothing. In fact Reiter hung out and the three enjoyed some gelato he brought for Vanille. Vanille was absolutely ecstatic that evening and he even managed to earn a chaste hug from her. There was no way that guy was a criminal right? That would be horrible since he was training to be a huntsman. But what if Vanille's friend was one? A criminal…

'Now that I think about it. I might be dating one too.'

Aces - Powerful Semblances

Weiss Schnee

"Ladies and gentlemen. Miss Weiss Schnee."

All eyes are locked on the diminutive heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, as she approaches center stage. Staring blankly ahead Weiss showed little of the tumultuous feelings she held before the sounds of the piano pulled her attention back into this moment on stage. Above her stood three figures that held special importance knowing that this would be the last time she would sing for them. Namely one that Weiss once wanted to please and be proud of, now their relationship somehow fell apart right before she realized. This would be her send off.

This song was for him.

"Mirror…"

A song of loneliness soon follows as a multitude of interpretations were formed from the crowd that day. Perhaps Jacques wanted to advertise his daughter for the Atlas elite. She was simply a lonely young lady looking for that special someone. A partnership between two powerful families solidified through marriage was not unheard of.

"Fear of…"

On the other hand, maybe Weiss just was being reflective with her own words wanting to show her will and reasoning for why she was taking the path she was about to undertake.

"Mirror…"

That figurative mirror showed the Schnee heiress that she wanted nothing to do with what Jacques Schnee had done with her family name. However in doing so that vision is reflected back to her. If the privileged Schnee name was being tarnished what is she doing to stop it from degrading further?

Privilege. Legacy. The honor of her house. All of it pales in comparison to the reason Weiss Schnee decided to undertake this task of fixing her family name. Devotion to her family. In doing so alienating them in order to save them. The scar she received from her father's initial reaction to her decision of becoming a huntress was now displayed proudly. Weiss was going to be the best huntress in the world. Not because of the Schnee name but because of her devotion to be the best at everything. A devotion fostered by her father. Above her one person from the three that mattered that night had left during her performance.

"...the loneliest…'

Pyrrah Nykos

"Your now four time Mistral regional champion! Pyrrah Nikos!"

A deafening surge rolls through the crowd as they cheer on their champion. It was almost a foregone conclusion especially with hindsight as a factor. Looking up from the stage Pyrrah looked on at the crowd, her family, her fans and finally the final screen proclaiming her victory. Barely pushed to 70% of her aura with her opponent drained to 10%. Making her way over to her opponent Pyrrah noticed the obvious look of disbelief on the young man's face before looking at the champ. Broad shoulders and his brand of all out brawling seemed to pale in comparison of Pyrrah's genius and it was getting to him. This wasn't the first time he lost to her but this was the first time he really tried, trained and studied. Perhaps it would be the last the self proclaimed boss of Kuchinahi would compete, this chick was a monster.

"Couldn't even put up a show."

"You did your best. Don't be discouraged."

Pyrrah offered her hand to help the muscular faunus up.

"I found my limit a thousand times, and still I press forward. Don't worry if you fall. As a warrior it is in our actions and those we inspire after we fall that truly matters."

Her challenger regarded Pyrrah's words coolly before giving a nod of acknowledgement, the mistral champ did just kick his ass but she also was pushing him to be a better fighter in the end. Helping the brawler up they both faced the crowd and celebrated the final act of the tournament. So bright. The stage was so blinding, the whole scene a dream for those who wanted to live a warrior's life. A life filled striving for mastery of one's self and their craft for honor and prestige. This is what Pyrrah chose and she smiled along with the adorations of her peers and fans as she left the arena.

So why did none of it feel right to her? She had achieved victory and fame. Her path was set and she was moving along it so fast. Perhaps too fast?

'No. This is merely the end of this beginning. The Beacon academy is a new horizon to challenge and master.'

Pyrrah's first regional tournament made her draw on all she knew during her first year attending Sanctum Academy. Hopefully Beacon academy could push her to that limit too. She certainly hoped so. Any semblance of a challenge in Mistral seemed unlikely, they were all focused too much on the martial side of a huntsman/huntress here. Not that she couldn't keep up, she was the champ after all but perhaps there would be more outside of Mistral. People who had qualities that triumphed over the assassins and pure brawlers stock that made up Mistral's ranks.

' Perhaps I can branch out and find something new about myself when I attend Beacon next year. Maybe find new ways to prove myself and earn higher accolades. Maybe find the perfect partner to test her skills and graduate with '

The red head blushed as another thought invaded her originally purely platonic goals. Maybe that person could be a life partner if she was lucky.

Naomi Bernadette

Life in the abbey was not at all a good fit. Naomi tried their ways, read their teachings and even prayed every night despite it all. None of it seemed to work to ease her fears, this was not a solution to her woes. This was refusing to face her problems, despite how often she reflected on the events leading to her seeking sanctuary in these hallowed halls, she was actively not doing anything to solve her woes. No, this path would not be her salvation to her problems. The people in Atlas would not relent and a life secluded wasn't one she was content to take. Though Mantle was her home Naomi would have to leave, farther than those above them could grasp.

Naomi took off her veil and let her brown locks cascade to her shoulders. Looking in the mirror a shadow of the self righteous ruffian that ran through the streets of Mantle greeted her. Bringing both her hands up acting as pretend claws Naomi gave a slight growl, her frenzied face smiled back more. That simple act gave her more confidence than anything she has tried since joining the religious order almost half a year ago. Well that settles it. She would take the first train out of Atlas and continue fighting the good fight.

It was still midday as she excitedly got up from her repose with new found energy. Another sister looked askedly at her when she noticed the normally doug priestess in training suddenly happy.

"I have made up my mind, Philomena. I'm running away from this horrible place, out of reach from those in Schnee agents up in Atlas."

"Ah. So that means I'm saved from further scolding from you Sister Naomi?"

Despite the remark Philomena shared a conspiring look with Naomi. She knew the insistent but gentle prodding from Naomi came from experience. Despite how beautiful and fair Naomi's was she experienced all the worst Mantle had to offer and still proved herself selfless in doing what was needed to ease the widespread suffering from the dust embargo suddenly placed on the city by one Jacques Schnee. Even if what was needed was violence.

Naomi quickly gathered her personal effects of her life before living in the abbey. A book of fairy tails, lien she saved up, some odd looking open gloves with metal bands on the outside of the 2nd section and a worn but well maintained baseball bat. Still wearing her nun habit Naomi smiled back at Philomena ready to go on her journey.

"It looks like you will have your nights free from me dear sister."

"Here. You shouldn't leave without these. Not after all your time here."

Philomena hands Naomi a sewing kit and a travel bible, holding her hand over the other before silently praying for her safe passage. Naomi rested her head on her steadfast friend one last time before accepting her gifts. Naomi's time at the abbey wasn't a total waste afterall, though their time was short she made a lifelong friend it felt.

"I better get going. I dunno if they know if they know about my situation and the faster I leave the better."

"Stay safe sister."

"And to you Philomena. May the light of the savior find her way to you."

"As it does you."

Naomi nodded solemnly. The understanding of the unspoken secret shared Naomi took one look back at the abbey as she enters the cab.

"Where to miss?"

"The next train to Vale."