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[Hahoalki]

MILF Pyrrha might as well be a Greek goddess or Red Sonja, dressed like that '4 years of Beacon' pic that's floating around.

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Which pic is that?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The café overlooking Vale's festival square was crowded with Vytal visitors. Paper lanterns swayed overhead in the evening breeze, casting warm gold across the wrought-iron chairs and warm oak-wood tables. In the corner of the patio sat a distinguished panther Faunus man in a suit, sunglasses and fedora, and a beautiful older black cat Faunus woman in purple dress, white jacket, sunglasses and an elegant head wrap for her hair.

Blake stood just inside the doorway to the patio, fingers twisted together so tightly her knuckles were pale.

Jaune waited a step behind her, Mia balanced on his hip, the little girl's ears twitching at every new sound and smell. He'd dressed up a little—clean white button up shirt, black pants and tie, hair actually combed—but he still felt underdressed next to Blake's careful black wrap dress.

"You sure about this?" he asked quietly.

Blake exhaled. "No. But I need to do it anyway."

"Well," Jaune murmured, "We're here for you."

Everyone else was busy tonight, so he'd brought Mia along. Not that Blake had objected. Indeed, she smiled at the little girl and got a smile back, which helped steel her resolve.

She stepped forward.

Kali saw her first. The teacup in her hand rattled against the saucer as she stood, eyes already shining. Ghira rose more slowly, the chair scraping loud enough to cut through the café chatter.

Blake opened her mouth—some apology already forming—but Kali crossed the distance in three strides and pulled her into a crushing hug. Ghira's massive arms wrapped around both of them a second later, enveloping them like a living fortress.

Words failed. Blake's apology dissolved into a muffled sob against her mother's shoulder. Kali's hand stroked her hair the same way it had when she was small.

"You're alive," Kali whispered, voice cracking. "That's all we needed."

Ghira's deep rumble followed. "We missed you, little one."

They held her until the tears slowed. Only then did Kali pull back, wiping her own eyes—and freeze.

Her gaze landed on Mia, who was peeking curiously from Jaune's shoulder, ears perked high. Then on Jaune himself, tall and blond and holding the child with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it every day for years.

Kali's hands flew to her mouth. A high, delighted squeal escaped.

"Oh—oh my gods—a granddaughter!"

Before Jaune could process the word, Kali had surged forward, arms outstretched. She plucked Mia from his hip with surprising strength and spun her once, laughing as the little girl squealed in delight.

"Look at these ears! Look at this face! Ghira, look!"

Ghira's stern expression cracked into something softer, though his eyes flicked to Jaune with new weight.

Jaune's brain short-circuited. He turned slowly to Blake.

She offered a tiny, pained smile and mouthed, Sorry.

Kali was already cuddling Mia close, cooing over her curls, her dress, the stuffed bunny tucked under one arm. "And you—" She reached out with her free arm and pulled Jaune into the hug whether he was ready or not. "My new son-in-law! Welcome to the family!"

Jaune made a small, strangled noise. Mia giggled, patting Kali's cheek.

"Hi, new Grandma!"

Kali melted.

They settled at the table eventually—Kali with Mia in her lap, bouncing her gently and feeding her tiny bites of honey cake; Ghira opposite Jaune, arms folded, gaze steady and appraising. Blake sat between her parents and Jaune like a very nervous bridge.

The conversation started light—festival gossip, Menagerie news, Kali asking Mia a hundred delighted questions. But Ghira's silence had weight. Every so often his eyes flicked to Jaune, measuring.

Finally, over tea, he spoke. "So. You and my daughter."

Jaune swallowed. "Sir—"

Blake jumped in, words tumbling out too fast. "We met during a… joint operation in Radian. Things happened quickly. We fell in love—very tragic, very passionate. Then I had to leave the White Fang because of the pregnancy, and we've been keeping things quiet for safety, but we're very happy now and everything's completely normal!"

Jaune stared at her. Kali raised an elegant eyebrow. Ghira's glare intensified.

Mia, oblivious, offered Ghira a piece of her cake. "Grandpa, want some?"

Ghira's expression softened as he accepted the sticky offering with grave dignity.

Jaune cleared his throat. "Excuse me. I need… air."

He stood, touched Blake's elbow. "Could I borrow you a moment?"

Blake followed him out to the narrow hallway and into the family restrooms, wringing her hands.

The second the door swung shut behind them, Jaune turned. "Blake. What the hell-heck was that?"

She winced. "I'm sorry. I panicked. They looked so happy to see me, and then they saw you with Mia, and I just— I didn't want them to worry. I thought if they believed we were together, that Mia was ours, they'd be relieved instead of scared."

Jaune pinched the bridge of his nose. "They've been worried for years, Blake. Since you ran off with Adam. One more lie isn't going to fix that."

"I know." Her voice cracked. "I know. I just… wanted them to have something good for once. Even if it was fake."

Jaune looked at her—really looked. The tension in her shoulders, the fear in her eyes. He sighed.

"We're telling them the truth. You can't keep running from it."

She nodded, eyes shining. "I'm sorry. For dragging you into this. For the lie." She hesitated, then added in a small voice, "Can we still be friends? After this? I'll do anything—"

"Blake." He cut her off gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I just want you to be happy. And honest. That's all."

Her cheeks flushed dark. She nodded again, quicker this time.

They returned to the table. Kali was teaching Mia a Menagerie finger-game; Ghira watched them with quiet wonder.

Blake took a deep breath. "Mom. Dad. I… lied. About Jaune and me. And about Mia."

Kali's ears twitched. Ghira merely grunted, unsurprised.

"We knew," Kali said softly. "The moment you started talking, sweetheart. You've never been a good liar to us."

Ghira's deep voice rumbled. "But we're glad you're fixing it."

Blake explained—carefully, haltingly. The real story. Katie. Mia. How Jaune had become part of their extended family at Beacon. How Blake had grown to love the little girl like an aunt.

When she finished, silence settled again, gentler this time.

Ghira turned to Jaune. "And you, young man. What are your intentions toward my daughter?"

Jaune met his gaze steadily. "I care about her very deeply, sir. She's one of the best people I know—brave, kind, complicated in all the ways that matter. She's a good friend. Mia adores her. And so do I. I just want her to be happy."

Ghira studied him for a long moment. Then the corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, approving smile.

"Good answer."

Kali beamed, bouncing Mia lightly. "Very good answer."

Mia, who had been listening with the intense focus only children can manage, piped up. "I like Auntie Blake a lot! Can she be my new mommy?"

The table went still.

Blake's face went scarlet. Jaune's ears burned. Kali and Ghira exchanged a long, knowing look—smirks barely contained.

Jaune coughed. "We'll… talk about that later, kitten."

 

[Balorak146]

Ghira turned to Jaune. "And you, young man. What are your intentions toward my daughter?"

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"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

 

[Sir Borks-a-Lot]

"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

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I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

 

[Balorak146]

I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

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I should hope that Jaune was aged up a little, considering that Mia is supposed to be almost five.

 

[Dragon Bob]

I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

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Nope, the idea is basically that Jaune had an accident child with his childhood girl friend. Mia is around 4, and would have been born when Blake was 14-15. (She's younger than 4 at the start of the series, Blake is 18 at the start, it's been some number of months).

 

[Dragon Bob]

I should hope that Jaune was aged up a little, considering that Mia is supposed to be almost five.

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Nope, Mia starts as almost 4. And was the result of Jaune and his equally young girlfriend not using protection. The girlfriend died from complications.
It's a real thing that happens every day.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

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I aged up everyone and for fuck's sake, it's COMEDY. Relax guys, don't take it so seriously.

 

[Sliverhero]

"A VERY GOOD BOY"

Beacon Academy slept uneasily.
Not because of Grimm. Grimm were honest. They roared, they charged, they died. Grimm obeyed rules. Tonight, the rules had called in sick.

It began with a sound, a low, wrong vibration that crawled through the bones of the academy and settled behind the eyes. The stars above Beacon flickered, as though someone were blinking them out one by one. Jaune Arc, returning late from the training hall, stopped mid-step. "…Huh," he muttered. "That's new."
The sky split, not cracked, not even to shatter.
It jusy unzipped.

Blackness spilled through, thick and wet, folding into itself like an impossible ocean pouring through a wound in reality. The air twisted. Gravity forgot which way was down. Stone screamed as the courtyard warped beneath unseen weight. All the emergency sirens howled, then nearly every Light burst. Students poured out of dorms, weapons drawn, panic rising in waves. "Grimm breach!" someone screamed while freaking out. "No," Blake whispered, staring into the void. "That's not Grimm."

Something began to emerge.
It came out slowly piece by piece, a claw that bent backwards through space, a cluster of eyes forming where shadows overlapped, fur melting into chitin, chitin into mouths chanting syllables that tasted like copper and regret. Yang planted her feet and just stared . "Okay. Nope. That's a final boss." Weiss was already calculating Dust usage and realizing none of it mattered.
Pyrrha felt the pull of it, not magnetic, not physical, but inevitable, like the universe had decided this thing belonged here now.
Ozpin watched from the tower, utterly still, fearimg it is the ends of days.

The thing landed, the impact cratered the courtyard and knocked half the students off their feet, but the damage reverse its self and then a red substance started to leak out and it smelled like copper.The creature loomed, towering, asymmetrical, its form constantly rewriting itself as if reality couldn't agree on what it was allowed to be.

Its many mouths opened.The very world paused waiting to hear the death scream to end it.a
Instead.... "Wrrrrrhhh?" Jaune blinked."…Brutus?"
The sound died. The creature froze mid-existence. Every whisper ceased. Every mouth closed except one, which quivered.
Then that thing screamed. A sound of pure, ecstatic recognition ripped through the academy. Windows exploded outward. Time hiccupped. The monster surged forward in a blur of claws, tentacles, and folded space, slamming into Jaune and wrapping him in a catastrophic hug. Students scattered.
Yang screamed worried , "JAUNE IS DEAD..."

"Hey! Careful!" Jaune protested as he vanished beneath a mass of impossible limbs. "You're way bigger than last time!" Brutus nuzzled him, purring like a collapsing galaxy. One tongue brushed Jaune's visor and briefly showed him the birth and death of seven universes.
Jaune laughed. "Aw, I missed you too, buddy."
Silence followed. Weiss's sword clattered to the ground.

Blake slowly lowered her weapons. "…That thing just tackled Jaune and didn't kill him."
"It licked him," Yang said faintly. "I saw it lick him." Jaune finally extracted himself, armor dented but intact, and waved awkwardly at the crowd. "Uh. False alarm, everyone."
He patted Brutus's shifting flank. The creature leaned into the touch, causing three nearby trees to reverse their own growth. "This is Brutus. He's my family pet."

No one spoke.

"…Your what?" Pyrrha asked still shocked.
"I found him in the woods when I was a kid," Jaune explained. "Technically between woods. And dimensions. He was stuck in a loop and crying, so I helped him out." Brutus sniffed proudly. A nearby statue wept blood.
"My mom said I could keep him if he promised not to eat the neighbors," Jaune added. "He promised."

Brutus nodded. Reality warped to acknowledge this vow. That was when Zwei waddled into the courtyard. The corgi paused, stared at the towering eldritch horror, and wagged his tail.
Brutus noticed. The two locked eyes.
Something ancient passed between them.
Zwei sat.

Brutus slowly lowered his head, folding space around himself so he could be eye-level.
They nodded, both equal, both Veterans but more important then anything else both are good boys.

Jaune stared. "…Why does Zwei understand him?" Zwei barked. A third-year student fainted.
Ozpin cleared his throat from the tower balcony.
"Mr. Arc," he said carefully, "would you kindly explain why a transdimensional entity of unknowable power has responded to your presence like an overexcited puppy?"
Jaune scratched Brutus behind a cluster of gently screaming horns. "He gets lonely," Jaune said. "I haven't visited in a while."
Brutus whimpered.

A constellation vanished in the sky vanished.
Glynda Goodwitch pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course he does." Jaune smiled apologetically. "Sorry about the mess."
Brutus wagged something that might have been a tail. The moon flickered. Zwei barked again, approvingly.

Ozpin sighed, deep and tired.
"…Very well," he said. "Mr. Arc, please escort your… pet… home before reality collapses completely." Jaune saluted. "Yes, sir."
He turned to Brutus. "C'mon, boy. Let's go before you get us in trouble." Brutus purred, folded himself impossibly small, and followed Jaune like a loyal shadow that occasionally screamed in ancient tongues.

The sky slowly stitched itself closed.
Students stared. Yang finally broke the silence. "…We're never topping that." Blake nodded. "I'm not sleeping tonight." Weiss whispered, "I'm transferring." Zwei trotted after Jaune, tail high.
Behind them, Ozpin quietly wrote a new rule into Beacon's records:
ARC FAMILY PETS REQUIRE PRIOR COSMIC APPROVAL.

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Behind them, Ozpin quietly wrote a new rule into Beacon's records:
ARC FAMILY PETS REQUIRE PRIOR COSMIC APPROVAL.

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And now that idea of Jaune being a supernatural magnet is back. With his first ever girlfriend getting ready to...

"HEY! I CAN INTRODUCE MYSELF! Ahem, I am the Chaos that Comes Crawling with a Smile! Nyarlthrotep!"
"GO HOME NYARUKO!" 'Stabs in head with a Fork'
"TAJADOL!"

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Jaune The eldrich milf magnet that is immune to their everything due to his himboness? But what would their avatars look like? Maybe from that one simp game? Suckers for Love?

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Jaune The eldrich milf magnet that is immune to their everything due to his himboness? But what would their avatars look like? Maybe from that one simp game? Suckers for Love?

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Nah, I say go with the classic expy's. Nyaruko-chan for Nyarlthrotep, who is worse then Nora when it comes to energy. Shub-Niggurath has to be Chiyo from 'An Elder Sister Like One.' And Abagail Williams for Yog Shoggoth.

The rest..well that is up for debate. And honestly it would be funny to see Jaune struggling against Grimm when he starts at Beacon. Only for someone in Beacon to accidenly get the attention of the Eldritch and them locking onto Jaune. Hell, I actually have an idea for just HOW it can happen.

I'm gonna have to take a pause from my fanfic writing to write this snippet now. Thanks...

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Nah, I say go with the classic expy's. Nyaruko-chan for Nyarlthrotep, who is worse then Nora when it comes to energy. Shub-Niggurath has to be Chiyo from 'An Elder Sister Like One.' And Abagail Williams for Yog Shoggoth.

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Good suggestions but that's the cowards route if their completely human looking

 

[Bommel]

Spoiler: US vs Japan

smart use of power trumps op powers

Cinder using fire to make glass and other tricks vs Pyrrha having magneto lite powers

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Agreed that smarter use of powers is better than simply having OP powers (to a cirtain extent, sometimes you literally can't defeat someone who has a "I win" button whil you have basically nothing).
It would be really fun if there were a bunch of Semblances that are extremely specialised in their abilities (perhaps to make up for it much more powerful than normal in that specific area, or just sometimes), and then some of those Huntsmen are extremely skilled at using their specific powers to become some of the best Huntsmen around (if a guy can use a trumpet as a deadly ranged weapon without any Semblance involved, it should not be that difficult to justify in-universe).

It should be noted that Cinder's Sembance isn't "fire", it's superheating objects (seemingly exclusively the solid state of matter), and being able to alter their shape when they're superheated (almost always when they've become soft from the heat or outright liquids).

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Please blame this thread for making me write this. And yes, I made Katy a 'Avatar' of the Blind Idiot God from a certaion CYOA.

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"PLEASE LOVE ALL US ELDRITCH JAUNE!!"
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Walking down the halls of Beacon, Blake Belladona goes through all the books she had just recently bought from a fresh shipment that Turkson had just received. FouFive books that were now her's, each one having something she liked about them. All kept in a barely holding itself together bag, she reached down and pulled the first book out of fofive.

"The newest volume of 'Master of Master's'," Blake says with restrained giddiness in her voice. "Oh I can't wait to see what Ritsuka does to Mash and Lilith in this one. Maybe tying them up and.."

As she was walking, she didn't notice the pair of eyes rolling at her words. Nor did Blake notice that something was off, as if it felt something familiar and desired was nearby.

Moving onto the next one, she can't hold back her giggling as she looks at the cover of the first volume of 'I was Reincarnated in a Cave With Tentacles.' Her eyes gleam in excitement at the cover, the image of a beautiful elf walking into a cave has people looking uncomfortable for a moment.

'What is with this dirty cat?' a young girl's thoughts echo out from nowhere. A few passerbys start to bleed from their ears and eyes. 'I mean, why is she so excited about something a cultist made out of their boring dreams?'

'Ninja's of Love' soon follows as she gets closer and closer to Team RWBY's room. And as she pulls out her fifourth book, a copy of 'Samurai's Passion', does she start to giggle in sheer joy before she looks around as if worried anyone spotted her. And upon seeing nobody near her, she quickly walked into Team RWBY's room, excited to start reading her fine literature.

All the while, having left a black book with purple binding and artistic etchings on its cover on the ground. Minutes pass, with a few people walking by while giving the book laying on the ground a wide berth. It was as if they were intentionally trying to ignore it as it layed on the ground. But soon noises start to be heard behind a nearby door.

"Nora, we can't get a sloth as a team mascot," the voice of Jaune can be heard, making the book shiver in excitement somehow. "And you're still in trouble for trying to train all of those boarbatusks to pull a wagon through the school. Do you want Proffesor Goodwitch to.." Just as he opens the door, words on his lips does Jaune freeze as if sensing a predator near him. Something that he had felt before.

Something that in his very bones, in his blood, and deep within his soul remembered this feeling. Missed it to a degree but wanted nothing to do with it at all.

Looking down at the ground, the sight of the black and purple book greeted his eyes. And after only a second, the book opened its own eyes and stared back happily at Jaune…

"Master! My Master! I found YoU aGAiN!" the book says as the pages flap and move, a long tongue suddenly flopping out as it started to push the book towards the door.

And towards Jaune.

"OH NOT AGAIN!" comes Jaune's manly scream as he slams shut the door and runs over to the nearest bed. And ignoring everyone looking at him, as well as how Pyrrha was sitting on the bed, started pushing it up to block off the door. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ME AGAIN! I'M NOT DEALING WITH ALL OF YOU AGAIN!" he shouts even as his friends look at him worriedly.

Pyrrha, getting up off the bed, looks at Jaune as if something was wrong. "Jaune? Who are you talking about?"

"Yeah!" Nora says excitedly even as she reaches to grab her hammer. "Who's legs do I gotta break?" she asks with a excited smile on her face.

Ren, the 'calmest' of them all looks at Jaune even as he says, "You can't break their legs Nora. We still don't know.." Only for Jaune to cut him off. "Won't fucking work! You can stab them and it would be like poking them," Jaune says with a grunt as he holds the bed against the door as it rumbles and fights to let whoever or whatever behind it in. "AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME ALIVE!" he shouts out even as a pair of dainty hands suddenly press themselves against his back.

"Oh but Master, that will be fine with me," a young woman suddenly says as Jaune suddenly feels someone laying their head against his back. "After all, you are mine my Master. Forever and forever and I will not let any of them take you from me."
"AAAH!" screams Pyrrha in shock.

"BAD TOUCHING!" Nora cries out and Ren blinks in shock. All the while, Jaune just freezes as he realizes who..no WHAT is now with him. And with a turning of his head, he saw the figure behind him.

Skin that was pale with a slight violent tint. Pointed ears like an elf in fiction. A slim figure that was vaguely like Weiss's but more mature. All dressed in a black and dark purple dress that hugged her figure and was like it was poured onto her body.

A fact that Jaune knows quite well is what happened.

"Als Azif," Jaune whimpers in fear at the sight of the young woman. "But how? Why?" A moment's pause comes from him as he turns towards the door that was still fighting to be open. "If you are in here, then what is out there?"

"My Shoggoth," is the single answer before loud screaming erupts from the hallway and chaos started to descend onto Beacon. And unbeknownst to Jaune, to everyone there, numerous sets of eyes were looking at him even as his team started questioning him.

From beneath the bed where a ever shifting mass of darkness laid.

From the nearby vent, as the air shifted around a mass that gave off a hint of yellow.

The bathroom door softly opened as a green tendril could briefly be seen.

By the window, the horns of a goat would have been briefly seen along with multiple eyes as they were pulled back.

And outside in Beacon's grounds, a blonde haired cat faunos could be seen appearing out of thin air. Her eyes shining in a kaleidoscope of colors as she looked over in a certain direction. Where the dorms were located and in particular the room where Jaune was.

"I think he will be excited to see you," a voice that was both young and old at the same time whispers into the blonde's ear. "But not yet. You will need to wait for him to be ready for you. But do not worry. It will not be long for us all.."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The Beacon training yard had been peaceful for once-sun high, breeze gentle, the kind of day perfect for light sparring or skipping class entirely.
Four second-years who'd claimed the space for practice, took one look at the figure barreling through the gates and decided discretion was the better part of not dying.

They cleared out faster than a Nevermore seeing a squadron of strike fighters.

Isabel Arc-combat medic whites pristine, hair tied back in a practical ponytail-sat beside her boyfriend Nicholas, watching the exodus with mild curiosity.

Then the source of the panic arrived.

Raven Branwen-black hair wild, red eyes blazing, Omen slung across her back like a promise of violence-strode into the yard like she owned it.

"NICK ARC!" she bellowed, pointing dramatically. "FIGHT ME!"

Nick's face lit up like a kid on Aslanmas morning. "Okay!"

"NO!" Isabel snapped, grabbing his arm before he could draw his sword. "Every single time you two idiots fight, it goes on for hours and ends with both of you in the infirmary! I'm not patching you up again just because you wanted to play 'who's got the bigger sword ego'!"

Nick pouted-actually pouted.

"But Izzzyyyy… fighting her is cool!"

"NO!" Isabel repeated, voice rising. She glared at Raven. "Go fight Taiyang if you're that desperate!"

Raven crossed her arms, smirking. "Already did. He's in the infirmary. Cried a little at the end. It was cute."

Isabel pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then go fight Qrow!"

Raven's grin widened. "He and Summer ran the second they saw me coming. Cowards."

She leaned forward, eyes locked on Nick. "So come on, Monk Boy. FIGHT ME."

Isabel sighed-the long-suffering sigh of a young woman who'd seen this movie before and hated the ending.

"Fine," she said, rolling her shoulders. "In that case, I'll fight you."

Nick's jaw dropped. "But Izzy-"

She turned to him, pointing sternly. "Nick, you're referee. And no, you don't get to join in."

"But Izzzyyyyy!"

"No buts!"

Raven barked a laugh. "What? You're a medic. How much fun will you be to fight?"

Isabel nodded calmly, cracking her knuckles with deliberate pops that echoed across the yard.

"That's right. I am a medic." She swept her arm to encompass the entire courtyard-weapon racks, training dummies, stone benches. "But this isn't a
field. It's an operating table."

Her smile turned sharp.

"And I'm the surgeon."

Raven's grin turned feral. "Well, well. That's quite a boast. Let's see if you can back it up."

The fight was less a duel and more a natural disaster.

Raven struck first-Omen flashing in a crimson arc, Dust-enhanced slashes carving trenches in the stone. Isabel danced through them with terrifying precision, dodging by millimeters, countering with strikes that looked almost gentle-until they landed and sent Raven flying, or slamming her into the stone floor.

Nick watched from the sidelines, eyes wide, occasionally calling "Point!" or "Watch the left!" before remembering he was supposed to be neutral.

The courtyard didn't stand a chance.

Benches exploded into splinters. Training dummies were bisected. The stone floor cracked and cratered. Raven's portals opened and closed in bursts of red energy, trying to flank-but Isabel read her like a chart, always one step ahead, strikes targeting pressure points, joints, anywhere that would hurt without killing.

Hours blurred into a whirlwind of steel and fury.

Until finally-

Raven launched a desperate overhead strike, pouring everything into it.

Isabel sidestepped, caught her wrist, and twisted.

Omen flew from Raven's grip.

A palm strike to the chest-precise, surgical-sent the wild haired girl flying backward into the center of the yard.

She hit the ground hard enough to carve a crater.

Raven lay there, gasping, aura flickering weakly, staring up at the sky.

Isabel stood over her, chest heaving, hair wild, uniform in tatters.

"Haa… haa… haa… Back it up… yourself… bitch."

Nick sprinted over, eyes shining with pure awe. "IZZY! THAT WAS SO COOL!"

Isabel managed a tired smile, blush dusting her cheeks. "Thanks, Nick. Now if you could help me-"

The remnants of her uniform-already hanging by threads from Raven's Dust slashes-finally gave up.

Fabric tore with a dramatic rip.

Everything fell away.

Nick's brain short-circuited. "Oh… wow…"

From the crater, Raven-half-conscious, bloodied, but apparently not too injured for commentary-lifted her head weakly.

"H-Hey! You can't ogle her! Ogle me! My boobs are way bigger!"

Isabel's eye twitched.

She stomped down-hard-right on Raven's face.

"I'M A LATE BLOOMER, DAMNIT!"

Raven's head thunked back into the dirt, out cold.

Nick-still staring, now with the added complication of his girlfriend's foot on an unconscious woman's face-managed a weak thumbs-up.

"…Still cool."

The courtyard was silent except for the distant sound of approaching infirmary staff.

Beacon would be renovating again.

And somewhere, Ozpin sipped his coffee and was again thankful for the concept of insurance.

 

[bazerkerking]

Little know fact , the war between Ozpin and Salem is actually the world's largest insurance scam.

 

[Sliverhero]

Little know fact , the war between Ozpin and Salem is actually the world's largest insurance scam.

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And it not just regular insurance scram its divine insurance scram there is a reason on why the Brother gods never appear again on remnant its to dodge the divine cops

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

LoL this is entirely why mama Arc started manipulating her biology. To one up Raven even more.

 

[Gur40]

Agreed that smarter use of powers is better than simply having OP powers (to a cirtain extent, sometimes you literally can't defeat someone who has a "I win" button whil you have basically nothing).
It would be really fun if there were a bunch of Semblances that are extremely specialised in their abilities (perhaps to make up for it much more powerful than normal in that specific area, or just sometimes), and then some of those Huntsmen are extremely skilled at using their specific powers to become some of the best Huntsmen around (if a guy can use a trumpet as a deadly ranged weapon without any Semblance involved, it should not be that difficult to justify in-universe).

It should be noted that Cinder's Sembance isn't "fire", it's superheating objects (seemingly exclusively the solid state of matter), and being able to alter their shape when they're superheated (almost always when they've become soft from the heat or outright liquids).

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Heat beating Magnetism is both a fun science answer and proof of master power vs using power, Pyrrha may have been a good fighter but Cinder was a trained Killer that analyzed her style long before they met..

Spoiler: d

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Speaking of cool powers and wasted potentional the book talk about how the Spiders take over all of Mistral and basically rule Vale by the time the series starts

If only a crime theme group with unique and interesting powers that are around city level existed to help remove an organization that has most likely taken hits for the Grimm cult

Spoiler: Tenth

would be interesting since Roman more for the fame and staying alive and Neo either fanon horny, batshit insane or her amoral canon self and Axe Gang do Nothing even appearing in all the V1-3 talk about red herrings

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FNKI Cooked Again I NEED This in Canon

Spoiler: Emerald Excepted

Would love to see something like this... only for Jaune to pull a Katara and say if she slips up he will Kill Her

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Jaune House Husband Trained

Spoiler: Him and Wise

Either Yandere Huntress Looking For A House Husband Or ZZZ Crossover Were Phaethon were the ones that gave Jaune his Transcripts and Wise is shipping Jaune and Belle [as Belle is Shipping her brother with all the agents]

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Jessica Winning the War

Spoiler: better fate then DC canon

or the angst version

Spoiler: Who

Not Her Jaune or Not Recognised?

 

[SharkCultist]

So I don't have a full idea for this worked out. But I've always been a fan of turning Ren into a dragon (with deer antlers). I want a good but against Ozpin team JNP. (And a bit of inspiration from LOZ)

So my idea is that beacon fall is happening but Ozpin can't find pyrrha. So he goes with his last option.

Forcibly transferring the magic from a female host to a male one. In this case Ren.

The problem being how Ozpin set up the magics. For him to transfer it he has to change the nature of the magic. And Ozpin only has one other magic he can still give.

Transformation.

But the maiden juice is a lot more power than he put in Qrow and Raven.

This is going to be a one way transformation.

Ren transforms, drives off the Grimm, saves the day, but he's losing himself. It's too much magic, too big a change done way too fast.

Ren flees. And JNP almost kill Ozpin.

 

[Sliverhero]

So I don't have a full idea for this worked out. But I've always been a fan of turning Ren into a dragon (with deer antlers). I want a good but against Ozpin team JNP. (And a bit of inspiration from LOZ)

So my idea is that beacon fall is happening but Ozpin can't find pyrrha. So he goes with his last option.

Forcibly transferring the magic from a female host to a male one. In this case Ren.

The problem being how Ozpin set up the magics. For him to transfer it he has to change the nature of the magic. And Ozpin only has one other magic he can still give.

Transformation.

But the maiden juice is a lot more power than he put in Qrow and Raven.

This is going to be a one way transformation.

Ren transforms, drives off the Grimm, saves the day, but he's losing himself. It's too much magic, too big a change done way too fast.

Ren flees. And JNP almost kill Ozpin.

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You can even make this worse as now dragon ren is now connected to Cinder and him sensing the connection kidnaps her as his captive princess which leads to him being stronger and her being stronger so now cinder ends up brake away from salem faction so the two are hunted

 

[Gur40]

Raven reaction to losing her connection to Yang in V8

Spoiler: mid talk

talking to Tai, trying to keep her tough girl act only for
*snap*
she realizes something is gone... she can't feel Yang and just breaks right infront of Tai, who immediately realizes what happened to his daughter

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What if ? I seen it be done RWBY+J portal leading to beacon, as ghost advisors and even just ending up at the Summer Raven talk
but what if they had to pick some one to remember the future each?
Who would they pick?
Ruby - Qrow? Maria?
Weiss - Winter ?
Blake - ilia?
Yang - Tai? Raven?
Jaune - Ren? Nora? Oz?
they end on in v10 but what happens to the forewarned universe?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Arslan was sitting with Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora and Pyrrha for tea in the Star Maiden Garden. Arslan sipped her tea gracefully.

Ruby: "So, what's it like being a nun?"

Blake: "I'm sure it's oppressive and you're judgmental about it."

Weiss: "Says the former terrorist."

Blake: "I-I apologized!"

Yang: "HA! Still, the Church has got a lot of rules about sex, right? And I ain't lion~!"

Weiss: groans "YANG!"

Ruby: "Seriously?!"

Pyrrha: "Guys, let's not hassle Arslan about it!"

Nora: "Still, what are the rules?"

Arslan: sips "It's quite simple. Sex is a gift from God to men and women to use to express their love to one another in marriage. Once married, I will do everything in my power to make my husband happy. That too is part of nun training."

Blake: "W-Wait... It is?"

Ruby: "It is?!"

Yang: "It is?"

Nora: "Tell us!"

Weiss: "C-Certainly not! Such things would be sinful... Right Arslan?"

Arslan: "Well, knowing how to please your husband and how to let him please you is crucial to a happy marriage, so it is hardly sinful to instruct women in these things. See, first..."

Yang: "Uhhh..." *Moves to cover Ruby's ears*

Ruby: "Hey! This is religious education, Yang! You can't deny me it!"

Weiss: "Besides, you need all the help you can get to get a husband."

Yang: "Look who's talking! Fine! Lay it on us!"

Blake: "What could she know that smut writers don't?"

Arslan: smile

Three hours later...

Jaune and Ren walk into the garden. They see the girls around the table.

Jaune: "Hey girls! What's up?"

All of them turn to Ren and Jaune... And all but Arslan blush deeply and look somewhere else, shy. Even Nora.

All: "Nothing!"

Arslan: smiles, sips her tea

 

[AndrewJTalon]

I haven't done a lot with Yang, Ruby and Jaune being childhood friends aside from the obvious romance tropes. So here are a few ideas to make use of this connection:

-Due to various circumstances, Ruby and Yang go to Nick and Isabel for most of their combat training, while Jaune goes to Taiyang and Qrow for training. You now have a Yang who fights like Tsunade from Naruto as a Super Saiyan, Ruby who fights like Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach in Bankai form (with a teched out sword) and Jaune who learned how to fight with his fists from Taiyang and a mechashift scythe/rifle/sword from Qrow.

-What if Summer was able to convince Isabel to let Jaune train as a Huntsman? And Isabel and Nick were able to keep Summer from dying to Salem somehow?

-What if Arjun intervened more directly and connected with Taiyang and Qrow with the Arcs, to help train Ruby in the use of her eyes from the start?

 

[Handspan]

Due to various circumstances, Ruby and Yang go to Nick and Isabel for most of their combat training, while Jaune goes to Taiyang and Qrow for training. You now have a Yang who fights like Tsunade from Naruto as a Super Saiyan, Ruby who fights like Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach in Bankai form (with a teched out sword) and Jaune who learned how to fight with his fists from Taiyang and a mechashift scythe/rifle/sword from Qrow

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Yeah, those three would be known as the backwood freaks of nature. Yang is already one of the best fighters of her year, give her control and she's going to be absolute menace. Ruby is a heck of a fighter, but you give are the brutal physicality and swordsmanship of Ichigo and she's not going to have much of an issue in hand to hand. Jaune, well Jaunny Boy was already ridiculously talented in Canon but if that's nurtured he's going to be one of the few people that can stand up to yang, Ruby or pyhra.

What if Summer was able to convince Isabel to let Jaune train as a Huntsman? And Isabel and Nick were able to keep Summer from dying to Salem somehow?

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Well our favorite himbo would be a name and talent in the same league as pyhra. Also without summer dying she might actually be able to bring Raven home.

What if Arjun intervened more directly and connected with Taiyang and Qrow with the Arcs, to help train Ruby in the use of her eyes from the start?

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Well Ruby would definitely have more knowledge of her powers and how to use them. But the interesting thing is what happens when you introduce Arjun to yang. Yang is a heck of a brawler, but you give that muscle power a bow and she's going to be a absolute Menace in all ranges.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

• Spoiler

  
  • Name: Thanh Qinglong (alias: Thanh the Immortal)
  • Allusion: Killer Croc from Batman: Arkham Asylum, The Lizard from Spider-Man, Imperfect Cell from Dragon Ball Z, Darth Maul from Star Wars
  • Naming Process: The given name Thanh is Vietnamese in origin, meaning "green" or "blue-green," evoking the vivid coloration of his scales and his serpentine, predatory nature. The surname Qinglong draws from the Chinese mythological Azure Dragon (Qīnglóng), one of the Four Symbols representing the east, spring, and elemental wood—symbolizing immense power, regeneration, and primal ferocity. His weapon's name, "Rong," is an alternate phonetic rendering of the Vietnamese/Chinese word for "dragon" (rồng/lóng), tying his identity to draconic myth while hinting at his self-perceived supremacy.
  • Age: Late 40s (exact age uncertain due to his regenerative Semblance slowing visible aging)
  • Background: Thanh Qinglong emerged from the shadows of Mistral's capital underworld with no clear origins—rumors whisper of a brutal childhood in the slums where his extreme Faunus traits marked him as a monster even among his own kind. He quickly rose from low-level enforcer and assassin to a feared crime lord, building an empire on smuggling, slavery, extortion, and underground blood sports. His operation trafficked in both human and Faunus captives, and he cultivated a personal harem through seduction, coercion, or outright force—targeting powerful women like Huntresses to break and claim as trophies. His greatest miscalculation came when he attempted to enslave the renowned Huntresses Summer Rose and Saia Sarkara (then Saia Rhadri) after luring them into an illegal fighting ring. In the ensuing battle, Summer blinded him with her Silver Eyes and severed an arm, while Saia unleashed her devastating Semblance to vaporize everything below his shoulders. Against all odds, Thanh regenerated and escaped, though the defeat shattered his empire and left him a hunted fugitive. Embittered and stripped of wealth, he pledged his lethal skills to the White Fang as an assassin, carrying out messy, terror-inducing kills to sow fear among humans. Within the organization, he schemes constantly for power, despising Adam Taurus's leadership and plotting a violent takeover to remake the White Fang into a pack of depraved predators under his rule. His survival of near-total annihilation only fueled his myth as "Thanh the Immortal," a boogeyman whispered about in Mistral's dark alleys. Ultimately his loyalty is to himself, though any master who allows him free reign with his lusts for meat, power, and women will do-Until he can usurp them.
  • Race: Faunus (komodo dragon traits—extensive green scales covering most of his body, powerful reptilian tail, razor-sharp claws on hands and feet, venomous fangs, forked tongue, and bestial mannerisms)
  • Emblem: A coiled green dragon devouring its own tail, jaws dripping with crimson flames—symbolizing endless regeneration, insatiable hunger, and self-sustaining predation
  • Weapon: "Rong": A massive double-bladed monk's spade polearm, with one end a crescent shovel blade for slashing and entombing foes, the other a spear point for piercing. Integrated Fire Dust reservoirs along the shaft unleash twin flamethrower jets from dragon-head nozzles, allowing him to bathe close-range enemies in searing flames or propel himself with explosive bursts.
  • Semblance: "Rejuvenation"
    • Thanh possesses an extreme regenerative healing factor capable of reconstructing lost limbs, organs, or even his entire body from near-total destruction—as demonstrated when he survived vaporization below the shoulders. Regeneration speed and completeness depend on remaining Aura reserves and available biomass; when Aura is depleted, he requires consumed organic matter (preferably fresh) to fuel reconstruction. This makes him extraordinarily difficult to kill permanently, though sufficient sustained damage or Aura exhaustion can incapacitate him temporarily.
  • Appearance: An imposing, monstrous figure over eight feet tall with a heavily muscled, broad-shouldered build. His body is covered in thick, iridescent green scales that gleam wetly in light, a long powerful tail ending in barbed ridges, clawed digits on hands and feet, protruding venomous fangs, red slit-pupil eyes, and a bald, domed head with pronounced reptilian ridges. His movements are unnervingly fluid and predatory, often low to the ground with bestial twitches and a large, toothy smile.
  • Outfit: Minimalist and primal—loose black pants secured with a blood-red sash, bare-chested to display his scaled physique and intimidate foes. No armor or footwear, relying on his natural toughness and regeneration; the sash often conceals small Dust vials or trophies from victims. Occasionally will don a cloak to try and disguise himself.
  • Personality: Deceptively refined on the surface, Thanh speaks in cultured tones and postures as an honorable warrior-philosopher when it serves him, quoting ancient Mistralian texts on strength and survival. This is a thin veneer over a craven, sadistic monster—arrogant, manipulative, and utterly predatory. He views himself as the ultimate alpha, all others as prey or tools; women in particular are objects for conquest, breeding, or consumption. Ruthlessly cunning, he prefers ambush and psychological torment over fair fights, but revels in brutal close combat when cornered. His defeats have only deepened his paranoia and vindictiveness—he nurses eternal hatred for Summer Rose and Saia Sarkara, while scheming against Adam Taurus. Cannibalistic urges drive much of his depravity, seeing the act as both sustenance and dominance.
  • Notes: A terrifying wildcard in the White Fang's radical wing, Thanh's messy assassinations and cannibalistic reputation make him as much a liability as an asset to the cause. His extreme Faunus traits and Semblance isolate him even from many White Fang members, who fear his ambitions to turn the organization into a horde of flesh-eating marauders. He excels in aquatic or sewer environments for stealth kills, using venomous bites, flames, and claws in concert. Despite his arrogance, he is cautious around stronger warriors or overwhelming destructive forces, always planning multiple escape routes. A true monster with no redemption in sight—his immortality only ensures his evils endure.

 

[Sliverhero]

Since there isnt many villain for ren to face.

Here is my take and using inspiration from Ra a Ghul for the villain.

Name: Rashid al-Ghul (alias: The Eternal Head)
Allusion:
Ra's al Ghul (DC Comics), Ozpin (RWBY), Alexander the Great, the Green Knight (Arthurian myth), the Judge (Blood Meridian)

Naming Process:
The name Rashid is Arabic in origin, meaning "rightly guided" or "one who follows the correct path," reflecting his absolute belief that his worldview is the only valid course for humanity. The title al-Ghul ("the Demon" or "Devourer") was not inherited but earned over centuries, whispered by survivors of civilizations he destabilized or erased. The alias The Eternal Head reflects both his immortality and his self-appointed role as the guiding intellect of humanity's evolution.

Age:
Appears mid-to-late 40s
(True age exceeds 200 years due to repeated use of his Semblance)

Background:
Rashid al-Ghul was born in the harsh deserts of Vacuo during an era of endless tribal warfare. A prodigious scholar and tactician, he sought not peace, but order that could endure suffering. His discovery of an ancient Aura-saturated spring,later known as the Well of Rebirth, granted him functional immortality, at the cost of emotional erosion and moral detachment.
Over centuries, Rashid observed kingdoms rise, decay, and collapse under what he deemed predictable weaknesses: compassion, hesitation, mercy, and love.

Concluding that humanity could not be trusted to evolve naturally, he founded The Verdant Circle, a clandestine global organization dedicated to engineering societal collapse so stronger civilizations could emerge.
Rashid's greatest personal failure came through his daughter, Anzu al-Ghul, who rejected his doctrine and fled the Circle to live peacefully in the village of Kuroyuri. When the village was annihilated by the Nuckelavee, Rashid considered her death and that of her husband, a necessary purification. Their inability to dominate their fate marked their bloodline as weak.

For decades, Rashid believed that line extinct.
The survival of Lie Ren shattered that certainty.
Rather than rejoice, Rashid resolved to test his grandson to determine whether Ren was an exception worthy of survival, or proof that the bloodline should have ended entirely.

Race:
Human

Emblem:
A green ouroboros entwined around a leafless tree, its roots cracking a broken crown—symbolizing cyclical destruction, selective rebirth, and the supremacy of ideology over legacy.
Weapon:
"Al-Khadir"
A curved, single-edged saber forged from rare alloys and inscribed with ancient glyphs. The blade houses interchangeable Dust channels (Poison, Wind, and Gravity Dust most commonly), allowing Rashid to weaken, disarm, or control opponents rather than overwhelm them outright. The hilt conceals a compact Dust-triggered sidearm used only as a last resort.

Semblance:
Cycle of Renewal
Rashid can transfer his consciousness into a specially prepared host upon death, overwriting the host's Aura and identity. He gains a weaken copy of the host semblance and a percentage of the host aura is permanent added tp his aura.
Requires extensive ritual preparation and Aura compatibility

Each transfer degrades his emotional capacity and fragments long-term memory and it will take time for Rashid to recover his memory and emotional capacity multiple uses in a quick session. Can cause insanity for rashid.
If ritual is interupted or fair there is a backlash.
Hosts gradually take on Rashid's physical traits and mannerisms
Explains his apparent immortality and centuries-long influence

Self-Imposed Limitation:
Rashid refuses to use Lie Ren as a host. To do so would invalidate the "test" of whether compassion can survive without domination.

Appearance:
A tall, lean, imposing man with an austere presence. His face is sharply defined, framed by long black hair streaked with silver, usually tied back. His eyes are unnaturally vivid green—bright, alert, and unsettlingly calm. He bears few scars despite centuries of battle, his posture rigid and controlled, radiating quiet authority rather than brute menace.

Outfit:
Flowing dark green and black robes layered over lightweight combat armor, blending ancient ceremonial garb with modern tactical design. Often wears a hooded cloak when operating covertly. His attire emphasizes discipline, restraint, and timelessness rather than intimidation.

Personality:
Cold, articulate, and relentlessly composed. Rashid speaks with the calm certainty of someone who believes history itself validates him. He is not sadistic—cruelty is merely a tool—but he is utterly ruthless. To him, love is a weakness, mercy a flaw, and grief an inefficiency.

Rashid views people as variables in an equation of survival. Bloodlines, cultures, and even nations are acceptable sacrifices if they fail to meet his standard of resilience. He is deeply offended by emotional defiance rather than physical resistance.
Toward Ren, Rashid is uniquely conflicted, proud of his discipline, disgusted by his mercy, and obsessed with determining whether Ren's existence disproves centuries of belief.

View of Ren's Parents:
Their deaths were justified
Their choice to protect others instead of dominating fate was weakness
Their elimination was a purge, not a tragedy
Ren's survival is a final variable that must be resolved

The Test of Ren:
Rashid engineers Grimm incursions, impossible missions, and moral dilemmas designed to replicate Kuroyuri's fall. He observes whether Ren breaks, hardens, or transcends loss.
Rashid's judgment is simple:
If Ren survives without embracing dominance, then strength without cruelty may exist.
If Ren fails, the bloodline should have ended.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Spoiler

• Name: Sebastian Zaroff
• Allusion: Colonel Sebastian Moran from Sherlock Holmes stories, General Zaroff from "The Most Dangerous Game"
• Naming Process: The given name Sebastian directly references the infamous Colonel Sebastian Moran, Sherlock Holmes' most dangerous adversary and a peerless marksman. The surname Zaroff is drawn from General Zaroff, the aristocratic big-game hunter who turned to pursuing human prey for ultimate thrill. Together, the name evokes a refined yet predatory killer who views sentient beings as the ultimate quarry.
• Age: Approximately 100 years old (appears in his late 50s due to exceptional vitality and possible Aura preservation)
• Background: The last heir of the Albion noble family Zaroff, Sebastian Zaroff was born in the year 1889 AMF in Oberon-on-Aubrey, a small town outside of Camelot. He was educated in Hermia Academy, a model student and great athlete. Despite his Faunus origins, he was well liked and respected due to the Zaroff's family long history of serving the Crown. He joined the Albion Army, rising through the ranks and being assigned to Pandu. He gained great acclaim as a Grimm hunter, heroically fighting numerous monsters to protect everything from small villages to Hastinapur, the capital of Pandu itself. With the outbreak of the Great War, he was assigned to the 7th Cavaliers "Balls and Bayonets" Royal Brigade, a special reconnaissance unit that fought Mistralian and Mantlean Forces in the Anima campaigns. Promoted to Colonel, the war forged his reputation as a cold, unflinching soldier whose exploits were legendary. When the Empire collapsed, he drowned his sorrows in exile, lamenting the loss of grand conflict. Decades later, he was recruited into the Kauravan coup that overthrew the Sarkara royal family in Pandu, savoring the chaos of palace intrigue and battlefield glory once more. His triumph was short-lived—Arjun and Saia Sarkara returned, shattering the usurpers and forcing Zaroff into hiding. Now living in exile, he sustains himself through mercenary work and his true passion: hunting the most dangerous game—humans and Faunus alike—for the sheer exhilaration. He has allied loosely with Salem, drawn by the promise of one final, apocalyptic war worthy of his legacy. Along the way, he has taken a young Panduvian retainer named Asok as a personal servant and spotter, and he once regarded the assassin Marcus Black as a rare worthy opponent, expressing interest in claiming his skull as a trophy.
• Race: Faunus (tiger traits—prominent striped patterns across his skin, sharp retractable claws, amber eyes with slit pupils, subtly feline ears, and pronounced canines)
• Emblem: A stylized tiger's head in profile, superimposed over crossed rifle barrels with a single drop of blood at the crosshairs—symbolizing precision predation and the thrill of the hunt
• Weapon: "Final Problem": A heavily customized Martin 1895 lever-action rifle chambered in .45-70 Government, enhanced with Dust-infused rounds for explosive, incendiary, or kinetic penetration effects. Ideal for extreme-range sniping against armored or Grimm targets.
  • Secondary: "Basher": A straight-bladed, three-quarter basket-hilted broadsword with a Dust channel along the edge for enhanced cutting power or elemental bursts, used for close-quarters finishing or dueling.
• Semblance: "Old Timer"
  • Sebastian possesses an impeccable internal chronometer, allowing him to track time with perfect accuracy down to fractions of a second. While not directly offensive, it elevates his marksmanship to legendary levels—calculating bullet drop, wind drift, and target movement with mathematical precision. It also aids tracking by timing echoes, heartbeats, or footsteps, making him an unparalleled hunter in any environment.
• Appearance: Tall and imposingly built with the lean, corded musculature of a lifelong predator, silver-streaked dark blonde hair slicked back, a meticulously groomed upper-class mustache, and piercing blue eyes. His skin bears faint orange-black tiger stripes across shoulders, arms, and torso. Despite his century of life, he carries himself with vigorous poise, his face weathered but handsome in a severe, aristocratic way.
• Outfit: Classic big-game hunter attire refined for aristocratic taste—a tailored khaki safari jacket with multiple ammunition loops, dark blue shirt, light blue vest, riding breeches, polished boots, and a signature monocle over his right eye. A crimson tie and leather bandolier complete the ensemble, with "Final Problem" slung across his back and "Basher" at his hip.
• Personality: Suave, erudite, and insightful, Zaroff presents himself as a cultured gentleman who waxes philosophical about the nobility of the hunt and glorious war. Beneath this polished facade is a thrill-seeker addicted to challenges and danger—he openly boasts of mounting trophies from sentient kills and views boredom as a fate worse than death. Nostalgic for his glory days, he romanticizes war and the hunt while despising peace and mediocrity. Coldly pragmatic in combat, he respects only worthy prey and competent rivals, but ultimately is kind to the innocent and still has enough honor to protect them from danger. He is a perfect gentleman to women, set in his ways, and has great wisdom he dispenses-Though often ignores it himself. His advancing age has instilled a fatalistic desire for one last blaze of glory rather than quiet decline.
• Notes: A relic of Remnant's imperial past, Zaroff embodies the decaying aristocracy's worst excesses—refined depravity wrapped in nostalgia. His mercenary work stems from a death wish for epic battle rather than ideology. He maintains a macabre trophy room wherever he settles, filled with taxidermied heads and preserved parts from notable kills (Grimm, human, Faunus). Asok serves loyally but warily, handling logistics while Zaroff focuses on the hunt. Though slowed slightly by age, his experience, Semblance, and sheer ruthlessness make him lethally dangerous at range—few survive long once he declares them "worthy game."

 

[Bommel]

Some ideas for special huntsmen martial arts.

- A fully kick based martial art in case a huntsmen loses one or both arms (created in a time before combat functional prostetics were possible), which combines all kinds of kicks, and was often used in combination to weapons wore on the feet on ankles (like Melanie's Heel bladed weapons).
Part of the training is learning to do a lot of basic tasks with the legs and feet rather than arms and hands, which makes sure that if someone is propperly trained in it, that their kicks can be used with casual ease.
The name could be something like: "Casual Kicks"

- A ranged martial art based completely on Aura blasts from the hand-palms, which was invented before firearms existed, and was meant to be used to fight Grimm from a safer distance.
It's sometimes discribed like the hand of a god striking the enemy, which is why it was adopted as one of the officail Church martial arts of the Broken Table religion hundreds of years ago, but is rarely practised nowerdays because guns are much more effective and use way less aura, which makes it bad at prolonged fights.
The name could be something like: "Blessed Palm strikes"

- A kind of wresteling and boxing/kickboxing combo martial art where the use stokes their Aura like a fire of a kiln, which results in unbelievable muscular strength and higher durability than normal, but also comes at the cost that the user needs to consume 3 to 5 times as much food as a person eats in a day after combat in a single sitting, or their Aura will burn them up (which makes it very good in areas where there's plenty of food easily available, but extremely dangerous in areas where food is more scarce).
Masters of this style can kinda overcome this limitation by being able to stoke their Aura at will, which means the benefits and downsides only activate when it's advantagous for them, rather than in every single fight.
It would be seen as a crude, renegade, and unrefined style, but still one that's very effective.
The name could be something like: "Grimm flips the barn"

I haven't done a lot with Yang, Ruby and Jaune being childhood friends aside from the obvious romance tropes. So here are a few ideas to make use of this connection:

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Some childhood friends ideas:

- What if Yang and Ruby were not so much childhood friends with Jaune as they were friends with his sisters?

- What if they were good childhood friends, but because Jaune got into a nasty accident and gained amnesia (the kind that's basically brain damage, so there's pretty much no chance of any memories ever coming back), and it was shortly before Ruby ang Yang moved away too?
So now when the meet up again at Beacon, the sisters know and like Jaune, but he only vaguely remembers their faces (which could just be from the short time after waking up from a short coma from said accident).

- They're childhood friends, they stayed in contact and both sisters are in love with Jaune (no real unique twists there), but the change is that Jaune is fully aware that both have feelings for him, but tries to play it off as not noticing because he doesn't want to risk the deep friendship they have (possibly because he doesn't want to cause a rift between Ruby and Yang, and is unaware that they're completely fine with sharing).
Complicating things is that after comming to Beacon, Jaune very quickly notices how beautiful and attractive they have become, and is (quickly or slowely) falling in love with them both (possibly ontop of his feelings for Pyrrha).

- When they were children Ruby and Yang had a massive fight over who would get to marry Jaune.
They resolved things and came to the conclusion that they would both marry Jaune together just like their moms did with Taiyang, but Jaune doesn't know that they had that fight, nor the conclusion and agreement they both came to.

- Ruby and Yang decided that when they were young that they would both marry Jaune, and they think they told Jaune this (either during their childhood or when they meet up again at Beacon), but they either forgot to tell Jaune or he completely forgot they told him.
So at Beacon, both Ruby and Yang flirt and tease Jaune a lot, fully believing that they're building up to a trouple boyfriend/girlfriend situation, all the while Jaune is just extremely confused and thinks each of them is trying to take him for themselves and is misreading a lot their signals because of it.