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I ain't putting money but If I were....
Salem's got 12 daughters and 4 sons.
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Salem's got 12 daughters and 4 sons.
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Gallian liquor snobbery at it's finest. (Proceeds to break out Radian's version of Rémy Martin Louis XIII Cognac and enjoy it like a proper Gallian)
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Came up with some headcanons recently and I figured I'd show them here.
- Roman and Neo had multiple bug-out bags stashed around Vale containing lien, spare clothes, food, water, and medical supplies in case they needed to leave town in a hurry. This makes sense since Roman had previously needed to leave Mistral after angering Lil' Miss Malachite (as seen in Roman Holiday) and it would only be common sense for him to prepare in case he and Neo needed to do the same from Vale. This could explain where her new outfit in Volume 6 came from (and maybe even where Cinder got the money for her new outfit - Neo gave or loaned it to her).
- Connected to this: Neo's combat skills are geared mainly toward fighting people rather than Grimm. She's a fast enough learner that she'd adjust quickly, but she'd still get in enough tight scrapes to explain her clothing damage when we see her in Mistral. She may have even deliberately chosen the damaged outfit to wear when fighting Cinder to show her 'this is how much you hurt me by killing Roman'.
- Neo expresses her affection for people (anyone from a good friend to a lover) through gifts. In Roman Holiday, she is the one that gave Roman his signature outfit. It's possible, maybe even likely, that she would do the same with anyone else she forms a close bond with.
- Nora is a fan of slapstick cartoons. Think Remnant's equivalents to the Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry. She was introduced to them after Kuroyuri - maybe on an inn's common-room TV or a public CCTV broadcast - and has kept a well-watched collection on her Scroll ever since she could get one.
On Worldbuilding: Tract of Brother Aldric on the Establishment of the Church of Albion
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A Tract Concerning the True Spring of Grace
and the Necessity of Separation from the Corruptions in Aelia Paravel
By Brother Aldric of Albion ,a humble servant of the Table Breaker and His pure Word,
written in the year 1341 AMF,
on the eve of the founding of the Church of Albion.
To all the faithful scattered throughout Vytal, Arminus, Gallia, Vale, and beyond; to every soul who hungers for the unadulterated grace of the Table Breaker and grieves at the profanation of His sacrifice—grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of our Lord who broke the Stone and shattered every chain.
Beloved, the time has come to speak plainly. For many years we have borne in silence the heavy yoke laid upon the Church by the Four Chairs of Aelia Paravel and their Pontifex Leo Alexander II, who styles himself High King after the manner of blessed Peter yet walks not in Peter's humility. The sacred deposit entrusted to the Stewards has been twisted into a market stall, and the Table itself—once broken to set us free—has been rebuilt in men's imaginations as a ledger of debts payable in silver.
They sell indulgences as though the blood shed upon the Stone were insufficient, promising remission of sins for coin that fills their coffers and adorns their palaces. They exalt tradition above the holy writings handed down by the disciples. They bind consciences with decrees that the Table Breaker never spoke, and they silence any priest or monk who dares remind them that salvation is by grace alone, through faith alone, in the Table Breaker alone.
I ask you, brothers and sisters: when the Table cracked and the dawn broke upon the third day, did our Lord rise to establish a new priesthood that would sell pardons? Did He commission the Four Chairs to sit as brokers between the penitent and the Divine Spark? No. He rose to declare the debt paid in full, the curse broken, the way to paradise open to every soul—human and Faunus—who believes on His name. "It is finished," He cried with His returning breath, and no further payment is required.
Yet in Aelia Paravel they have forgotten this. They have turned pilgrimage into profit, relics into revenue, and the sacred fragments of the Table into a spectacle that distracts from the true power of the resurrection. They claim infallibility for their councils while the Grimm prowl ever closer, drawn by the very despair and division their greed engenders. For when the shepherds fleece the flock instead of feeding it, the wolves find easy entry.
We do not separate lightly. We know the peril of schism in a world where the Creatures of Grimm hunger for every outburst of human strife. Yet there comes a time when to remain in a corrupted house is to partake in its corruption. As King Edmund once taught the Quitalans, "Come out from among them and be separate, says the Lord, lest you share in their plagues" (Edmund to the Quitalans). We separate not to create a new church, but to restore the old—to return to the pure fountain of the Table Breaker's teaching before layers of human invention obscured it.
Therefore, in the year 1342 AMF, by the grace of the Divine Spark and leave of King Lucius II, we establish the Church of Albion: a fellowship of believers who hold these truths:
And to those who remain in Aelia Paravel: repent. Cast down the sale of indulgences. Return the Church to its first love. Humble yourselves before the Table Breaker, lest the Grimm that already circle your walls find open gates in the despair of an oppressed people.
May the Divine Spark who broke the Stone grant us all grace to walk in the light of the true Spring that flows from His sacrifice alone.
Brother Aldric of Albion,
In the year of our Lord the Table Breaker, 1341 AMF
and the Necessity of Separation from the Corruptions in Aelia Paravel
By Brother Aldric of Albion ,a humble servant of the Table Breaker and His pure Word,
written in the year 1341 AMF,
on the eve of the founding of the Church of Albion.
To all the faithful scattered throughout Vytal, Arminus, Gallia, Vale, and beyond; to every soul who hungers for the unadulterated grace of the Table Breaker and grieves at the profanation of His sacrifice—grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of our Lord who broke the Stone and shattered every chain.
Beloved, the time has come to speak plainly. For many years we have borne in silence the heavy yoke laid upon the Church by the Four Chairs of Aelia Paravel and their Pontifex Leo Alexander II, who styles himself High King after the manner of blessed Peter yet walks not in Peter's humility. The sacred deposit entrusted to the Stewards has been twisted into a market stall, and the Table itself—once broken to set us free—has been rebuilt in men's imaginations as a ledger of debts payable in silver.
They sell indulgences as though the blood shed upon the Stone were insufficient, promising remission of sins for coin that fills their coffers and adorns their palaces. They exalt tradition above the holy writings handed down by the disciples. They bind consciences with decrees that the Table Breaker never spoke, and they silence any priest or monk who dares remind them that salvation is by grace alone, through faith alone, in the Table Breaker alone.
I ask you, brothers and sisters: when the Table cracked and the dawn broke upon the third day, did our Lord rise to establish a new priesthood that would sell pardons? Did He commission the Four Chairs to sit as brokers between the penitent and the Divine Spark? No. He rose to declare the debt paid in full, the curse broken, the way to paradise open to every soul—human and Faunus—who believes on His name. "It is finished," He cried with His returning breath, and no further payment is required.
Yet in Aelia Paravel they have forgotten this. They have turned pilgrimage into profit, relics into revenue, and the sacred fragments of the Table into a spectacle that distracts from the true power of the resurrection. They claim infallibility for their councils while the Grimm prowl ever closer, drawn by the very despair and division their greed engenders. For when the shepherds fleece the flock instead of feeding it, the wolves find easy entry.
We do not separate lightly. We know the peril of schism in a world where the Creatures of Grimm hunger for every outburst of human strife. Yet there comes a time when to remain in a corrupted house is to partake in its corruption. As King Edmund once taught the Quitalans, "Come out from among them and be separate, says the Lord, lest you share in their plagues" (Edmund to the Quitalans). We separate not to create a new church, but to restore the old—to return to the pure fountain of the Table Breaker's teaching before layers of human invention obscured it.
Therefore, in the year 1342 AMF, by the grace of the Divine Spark and leave of King Lucius II, we establish the Church of Albion: a fellowship of believers who hold these truths:
- The holy writings of the disciples and stewards are the sole infallible rule of faith and practice.
- Salvation is by grace alone, through faith alone, in the Table Breaker alone—no works, no payments, no intercessions of men can add to His finished sacrifice.
- Every believer is a priest before the Divine Spark, with direct access to the throne of mercy through the broken Table.
- The true Church is the company of all who trust in the Table Breaker, not an institution seated in any earthly city.
And to those who remain in Aelia Paravel: repent. Cast down the sale of indulgences. Return the Church to its first love. Humble yourselves before the Table Breaker, lest the Grimm that already circle your walls find open gates in the despair of an oppressed people.
May the Divine Spark who broke the Stone grant us all grace to walk in the light of the true Spring that flows from His sacrifice alone.
Brother Aldric of Albion,
In the year of our Lord the Table Breaker, 1341 AMF
On Worldbuilding: A White Spring Orthodox Meditation on Endurance
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A White Spring Orthodox Meditation on Endurance
From the Liturgical Tradition of the White Spring Church
Composed by Saint Seraphim of Mantle, Bishop and Confessor (In the year 1587 AMF, during the Long Frosts of Solitas)
Troparion, Tone 4
O Table Breaker, Thou who didst endure the Stone's cold embrace
for three days and three nights in the tomb's unyielding winter,grant us,
Thy servants in this frozen land of Solitas,
the grace to bear the biting winds and endless snows.
As Thou didst shatter the Ice Witch's eternal frost
and brought forth the everlasting Spring,
so strengthen our souls amid the white silence,
that we may stand firm against despair and the prowling shadows.
For Thou art the Warmth that melts every chain,
and in Thy resurrection is our hope of thaw.
Glory to Thee, O Lord who breakest every winter.
Kontakion, Tone 6
In the depths of Solitas' cruel cold,
where the breath freezes and the heart grows heavy,
we cry to Thee, O Table Breaker, our Deliverer:
Thou who lay upon the Stone in deathly chill,
yet rose with the dawn to clothe the earth in green,
teach us endurance as Thou didst endure.
When the Grimm circle our cities like wolves in the blizzard,
drawn by our fears and fleeting angers,
kindle in us the Divine Spark that repels the void.
Let us not falter in the long night,
but await Thy Spring with patient faith,
for Thou hast promised paradise beyond all frost.
To Thee we sing: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
Prayer of Endurance in the White Cold
O most merciful Table Breaker,
Lion of divine strength and Lamb of sacrifice,
who didst submit to the freezing fist of the Witch
and broke her power with Thy resurrection warmth:
look upon Thy faithful in Solitas,
where the snows bury our fields
and the winds howl like the ancient tempests.
In this land of iron skies and endless white,
teach us to endure as Thou didst endure—
not with complaints against the cold,
but with hearts aflame by Thy Spark.
When trials assail us like the Grimm in the storm,
grant us patience, that quiet fortress of the soul,
as Saint Coriakin learned amid the follies of his charge.
Strengthen the miners in Mantle's depths,
the guards upon our walls, the monks and nuns in our frozen monasteries,
that they may bear hardship as good soldiers of Thy broken Table.
Let us remember High King Peter's steadfastness in battle,
Queen Lucy's gentle healing in sorrow,
and King Edmund's redemption from betrayal's chill.
In our suffering, unite us to Thy three days upon the Stone:
the first day, acceptance of the cold;
the second, trust amid the darkness;
the third, hope for the breaking dawn.
O Thou who turnest winter to everlasting Spring,
preserve us from despair, from wrath that summons shadows,
from the temptations of the old gods' empty promises.
Make our endurance a testimony to the world,
that even in Solitas' white silence,
Thy Church stands unbroken, awaiting Thy final thaw.
For Thine is the kingdom beyond all winters,
the power that shatters every ice,
and the glory of the paradise of growth,
now and ever, and unto the ages of ages.
Amen.
(This meditation is one of many recited daily in White Spring Orthodox monasteries during the Long Frosts, often followed by prostrations before icons of the Table Breaker rising from the shattered Stone Table, depicted amid blooming flowers breaking through snow.)
From the Liturgical Tradition of the White Spring Church
Composed by Saint Seraphim of Mantle, Bishop and Confessor (In the year 1587 AMF, during the Long Frosts of Solitas)
Troparion, Tone 4
O Table Breaker, Thou who didst endure the Stone's cold embrace
for three days and three nights in the tomb's unyielding winter,grant us,
Thy servants in this frozen land of Solitas,
the grace to bear the biting winds and endless snows.
As Thou didst shatter the Ice Witch's eternal frost
and brought forth the everlasting Spring,
so strengthen our souls amid the white silence,
that we may stand firm against despair and the prowling shadows.
For Thou art the Warmth that melts every chain,
and in Thy resurrection is our hope of thaw.
Glory to Thee, O Lord who breakest every winter.
Kontakion, Tone 6
In the depths of Solitas' cruel cold,
where the breath freezes and the heart grows heavy,
we cry to Thee, O Table Breaker, our Deliverer:
Thou who lay upon the Stone in deathly chill,
yet rose with the dawn to clothe the earth in green,
teach us endurance as Thou didst endure.
When the Grimm circle our cities like wolves in the blizzard,
drawn by our fears and fleeting angers,
kindle in us the Divine Spark that repels the void.
Let us not falter in the long night,
but await Thy Spring with patient faith,
for Thou hast promised paradise beyond all frost.
To Thee we sing: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
Prayer of Endurance in the White Cold
O most merciful Table Breaker,
Lion of divine strength and Lamb of sacrifice,
who didst submit to the freezing fist of the Witch
and broke her power with Thy resurrection warmth:
look upon Thy faithful in Solitas,
where the snows bury our fields
and the winds howl like the ancient tempests.
In this land of iron skies and endless white,
teach us to endure as Thou didst endure—
not with complaints against the cold,
but with hearts aflame by Thy Spark.
When trials assail us like the Grimm in the storm,
grant us patience, that quiet fortress of the soul,
as Saint Coriakin learned amid the follies of his charge.
Strengthen the miners in Mantle's depths,
the guards upon our walls, the monks and nuns in our frozen monasteries,
that they may bear hardship as good soldiers of Thy broken Table.
Let us remember High King Peter's steadfastness in battle,
Queen Lucy's gentle healing in sorrow,
and King Edmund's redemption from betrayal's chill.
In our suffering, unite us to Thy three days upon the Stone:
the first day, acceptance of the cold;
the second, trust amid the darkness;
the third, hope for the breaking dawn.
O Thou who turnest winter to everlasting Spring,
preserve us from despair, from wrath that summons shadows,
from the temptations of the old gods' empty promises.
Make our endurance a testimony to the world,
that even in Solitas' white silence,
Thy Church stands unbroken, awaiting Thy final thaw.
For Thine is the kingdom beyond all winters,
the power that shatters every ice,
and the glory of the paradise of growth,
now and ever, and unto the ages of ages.
Amen.
(This meditation is one of many recited daily in White Spring Orthodox monasteries during the Long Frosts, often followed by prostrations before icons of the Table Breaker rising from the shattered Stone Table, depicted amid blooming flowers breaking through snow.)
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I think it works nicely. And Neo sharing old Tom and Jerry equivalent cartoons with Jaune could be a nice start to a Silent Knight story.
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How smug do you think she will be to yang about getting jaune.
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Literal translation?
I enjoy Yang speaking Fu Hsi. It reminds me of my own idea to have the Branwens speak either a very very arcane and very formal dialect of it, or if I write based on my Oz quietly killed off all but one language over the millennia because unity, they just sound really old fashioned generally, because imagining that the McCarthy Comanches with Aura sounding excessively polite (to each other and themselves at least) is funny to me.
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Roughly translated, "I want you to fuck me and give me babies you sexy stud."
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Friday The 13 has left but apparently Artist cooked
or maybe another more successful Hound
Merlots Endgame
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Single Yang Dating Profile
all of team RWBY once the Temporal Waifu War Begins
is this just Ruby?
Haven Was Hell For Qrow
and for a mood flip
Merlots Endgame
Single Yang Dating Profile
all of team RWBY once the Temporal Waifu War Begins
is this just Ruby?
Haven Was Hell For Qrow
and for a mood flip
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Found these on Reddit and thought they were cute:
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/1r4hz0h/manchukuo_may_zedong_x_penny_x_ciel_jumjamz/
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/1r4owzj/janunes_alternative_relationships_with_team_rwby/
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/1r4hz0h/manchukuo_may_zedong_x_penny_x_ciel_jumjamz/
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/1r4owzj/janunes_alternative_relationships_with_team_rwby/
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Random Arkos thought:
My thought was that Athena Nikos offends Nana Arturia so badly, Arturia declares the Nikos family is persona non grata to all Arcs! And so Jaune relating to Pyrrha is now... Forbidden! He defies his family to stay with her! And he gets more and more stubborn as his family and Pyrrha's family tries to pull them apart!
Jaune: "I'll marry Pyrrha if that's what it takes to end this stupid feud!"
But because all the Arcs are dorks, this "war" is more just petty shit-especially since if Nana Arturia wanted the Nikos family dead, they'd be a smoking crater. So it's on the level of a prank war-And Everyone's a dork about this. But Pyrrha is in full tragic romance mode over this because she's Greek=And loving every moment of it.
My thought was that Athena Nikos offends Nana Arturia so badly, Arturia declares the Nikos family is persona non grata to all Arcs! And so Jaune relating to Pyrrha is now... Forbidden! He defies his family to stay with her! And he gets more and more stubborn as his family and Pyrrha's family tries to pull them apart!
Jaune: "I'll marry Pyrrha if that's what it takes to end this stupid feud!"
But because all the Arcs are dorks, this "war" is more just petty shit-especially since if Nana Arturia wanted the Nikos family dead, they'd be a smoking crater. So it's on the level of a prank war-And Everyone's a dork about this. But Pyrrha is in full tragic romance mode over this because she's Greek=And loving every moment of it.
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She gets everything she wants and has a happy ending. Good for her the only thing that could make it better for her is Jaune putting her over his knee.
RWBY AU: The Age of Empires
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Another time period to set an AU in? The 1800s. In the Itano-verse, the timeline is similar in many ways to our world but very different in others. In this time period:
Mantle and Endeavor have long cast off the shackles of their colonial masters. Endeavour is a sub-kingdom that was established in the rougher, more desert-like areas of East Sanus that were too treacherous even for the mighty Quitalan Empire to settle for the longest time (and is essentially the early United States). Solitas, united under the kingdom of Mantle is in open war against the Vytalian Empire, while Gallia and Arminus war with both them and an ailing Hispanian Empire which is on its last ropes. The Valean merchant empire tries to broker peace but is stymied at every turn.
Mistral struggles under the yoke of Sanusian and Solitan domination, as do Pandu, Taejo, Rostram and other sub-kingdoms of Anima. Colonization efforts in West Sanus near Vacuo by these powers brings renewed war and competition.
Fuujin is industrializing rapidly, as it has been opened up to the Sanusian Empires. The whirlpools that isolated the island kingdom are now traversable with early steam and air ships. And it too seeks to build an empire to match the East Sanusians and Solitans.
Menagerie has a puppet Faunus monarch that obeys the human empires while revolution foments.
Nova Quitala and the Hellenic League are under the control of Leander, a Gallian dictator who rose in the midst of Revolution.
And with vast trading fleets in the midst of global war, a golden age of piracy has dawned.
In this age of revolt and revolution, Salem offers power through Grimm cults to stir up more chaos and potentially be in charge when the dust settles via puppet monarchs and rulers. She will twist the desire for freedom and the ambitions for power to her own ends.
Basically it's the Napoleonic Wars/Late Colonial era for Remnant.
Mantle and Endeavor have long cast off the shackles of their colonial masters. Endeavour is a sub-kingdom that was established in the rougher, more desert-like areas of East Sanus that were too treacherous even for the mighty Quitalan Empire to settle for the longest time (and is essentially the early United States). Solitas, united under the kingdom of Mantle is in open war against the Vytalian Empire, while Gallia and Arminus war with both them and an ailing Hispanian Empire which is on its last ropes. The Valean merchant empire tries to broker peace but is stymied at every turn.
Mistral struggles under the yoke of Sanusian and Solitan domination, as do Pandu, Taejo, Rostram and other sub-kingdoms of Anima. Colonization efforts in West Sanus near Vacuo by these powers brings renewed war and competition.
Fuujin is industrializing rapidly, as it has been opened up to the Sanusian Empires. The whirlpools that isolated the island kingdom are now traversable with early steam and air ships. And it too seeks to build an empire to match the East Sanusians and Solitans.
Menagerie has a puppet Faunus monarch that obeys the human empires while revolution foments.
Nova Quitala and the Hellenic League are under the control of Leander, a Gallian dictator who rose in the midst of Revolution.
And with vast trading fleets in the midst of global war, a golden age of piracy has dawned.
In this age of revolt and revolution, Salem offers power through Grimm cults to stir up more chaos and potentially be in charge when the dust settles via puppet monarchs and rulers. She will twist the desire for freedom and the ambitions for power to her own ends.
Basically it's the Napoleonic Wars/Late Colonial era for Remnant.
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On Worldbuilding: Vale: Sub-Kingdom of Endeavor: Historical Profile
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(Gonna add in more of these in the future in this new format).
Sub-Kingdom of Endeavor: Historical Profile
Official Name: Republic of Endeavor (commonly called Endeavor)
Status: Autonomous sub-kingdom within the Federal Republic of Vale
Capital: New Atlantis
Population: ~35 million (2000 AMF census)
Primary Resources: Dust (high-grade Fire and Gravity veins), metals (iron, titanium), oil, coal, timber, silicates, and rare minerals
Climate & Geography: Semi-arid with vast grasslands, rugged mountains, badlands, and desert expanses; fertile river valleys support agriculture in the east.
Overview
Endeavor is Vale's industrial and cultural powerhouse in southeastern Sanus—a sprawling republic of frontiers, booming cities, and untamed wilds. Known for free trade, innovation, popular entertainment, and a deep-seated gun culture, it embodies rugged individualism and manifest destiny. Its people are fiercely independent yet loyal to Vale, contributing massive Dust exports, military volunteers, and cultural exports. High Councilor Rufus Winchester represents Endeavor in Vale City; his son Cardin hails from its academies.
Early History: Terra Bestiarum and the Beast's Waste
For millennia after the Moonshatter, southeastern Sanus—called Terra Bestiarum ("Land of Beasts")—remained largely untouched. Nomadic tribes and bands roamed its grasslands and badlands, evading monstrous Grimm like the elusive Sasquatch (towering ape-like brutes) and territorial Goliaths. The Quitalan Empire established coastal outposts but halted inland at Empirus' Wall—a massive fortified barrier marking the empire's frontier limit.
The region earned the name Beast's Waste for its perceived inhospitability. Advanced firearms and Dust weaponry from rising Eastern Sanusan empires finally enabled exploration and settlement in the centuries before the Great War.
Colonization and the Beast Wars
Albion Empire explorers bypassed Empirus' Wall via sea routes, establishing footholds. The Beast Wars (a series of brutal campaigns against native tribes and Grimm) secured Albion claim to much of the territory. Colonization was slow—natural barriers isolated settlements, fostering self-reliant communities. Legendary frontiersmen tamed the wilds.
Rebellion and Independence: The Endeavor Revolution
Heavy taxation after the War of the Hellenic Succession fueled resentment. Colonies rebelled, declaring the Republic of Endeavor.
With support from other Sanusan kingdoms, Solitas, and Animan powers, the rebels won their freedom. The capital, New Atlantis, rose as a shining city of progress: Named to honor mythic origins and new beginnings.
Modern Era: Industrial Powerhouse and Vale Integration
Endeavor tamed the land to the Great Sanusian Plateau, assimilating or displacing natives. For much of history it largely kept to itself and stayed out of the wars of empire save when forced to. Later, It joined the Great War on Vytal and Vale's side, providing troops and resources that tipped key battles. Post-War, it integrated as a Vale sub-kingdom—retaining republican institutions while contributing to federal strength.
Today, Endeavor drives Vale's economy: Dust/metal exports fuel industry; frontier culture produces iconic media (holovid heroes, gunslinger tales). Its people embody self-reliance—high gun ownership, volunteer militias—but remain loyal federalists.
Notable modern figures include Rufus Winchester, whose family traces to revolutionary officers—blending old frontier grit with High Council influence.
Sub-Kingdom of Endeavor: Historical Profile
Official Name: Republic of Endeavor (commonly called Endeavor)
Status: Autonomous sub-kingdom within the Federal Republic of Vale
Capital: New Atlantis
Population: ~35 million (2000 AMF census)
Primary Resources: Dust (high-grade Fire and Gravity veins), metals (iron, titanium), oil, coal, timber, silicates, and rare minerals
Climate & Geography: Semi-arid with vast grasslands, rugged mountains, badlands, and desert expanses; fertile river valleys support agriculture in the east.
Overview
Endeavor is Vale's industrial and cultural powerhouse in southeastern Sanus—a sprawling republic of frontiers, booming cities, and untamed wilds. Known for free trade, innovation, popular entertainment, and a deep-seated gun culture, it embodies rugged individualism and manifest destiny. Its people are fiercely independent yet loyal to Vale, contributing massive Dust exports, military volunteers, and cultural exports. High Councilor Rufus Winchester represents Endeavor in Vale City; his son Cardin hails from its academies.
Early History: Terra Bestiarum and the Beast's Waste
For millennia after the Moonshatter, southeastern Sanus—called Terra Bestiarum ("Land of Beasts")—remained largely untouched. Nomadic tribes and bands roamed its grasslands and badlands, evading monstrous Grimm like the elusive Sasquatch (towering ape-like brutes) and territorial Goliaths. The Quitalan Empire established coastal outposts but halted inland at Empirus' Wall—a massive fortified barrier marking the empire's frontier limit.
The region earned the name Beast's Waste for its perceived inhospitability. Advanced firearms and Dust weaponry from rising Eastern Sanusan empires finally enabled exploration and settlement in the centuries before the Great War.
Colonization and the Beast Wars
Albion Empire explorers bypassed Empirus' Wall via sea routes, establishing footholds. The Beast Wars (a series of brutal campaigns against native tribes and Grimm) secured Albion claim to much of the territory. Colonization was slow—natural barriers isolated settlements, fostering self-reliant communities. Legendary frontiersmen tamed the wilds.
Rebellion and Independence: The Endeavor Revolution
Heavy taxation after the War of the Hellenic Succession fueled resentment. Colonies rebelled, declaring the Republic of Endeavor.
With support from other Sanusan kingdoms, Solitas, and Animan powers, the rebels won their freedom. The capital, New Atlantis, rose as a shining city of progress: Named to honor mythic origins and new beginnings.
Modern Era: Industrial Powerhouse and Vale Integration
Endeavor tamed the land to the Great Sanusian Plateau, assimilating or displacing natives. For much of history it largely kept to itself and stayed out of the wars of empire save when forced to. Later, It joined the Great War on Vytal and Vale's side, providing troops and resources that tipped key battles. Post-War, it integrated as a Vale sub-kingdom—retaining republican institutions while contributing to federal strength.
Today, Endeavor drives Vale's economy: Dust/metal exports fuel industry; frontier culture produces iconic media (holovid heroes, gunslinger tales). Its people embody self-reliance—high gun ownership, volunteer militias—but remain loyal federalists.
Notable modern figures include Rufus Winchester, whose family traces to revolutionary officers—blending old frontier grit with High Council influence.
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Some ideas because some people are complaining about all the Jaune centric stories I do, and that I should branch out. And I agree.
-Neptune decides he's gonna try gambling in an underground casino. Ren ends up getting involved because he was available and Neptune dragged him along. Things go tits up, fast. It's like Chris Rock and Jackie Chan in the Rush Hour series. Because when I think of a guy who can screech like Chris Rock, I think of Neptune.
-I did have a an idea well before Lines of Succession where Ruby gets voted in as Queen of Vale after the entire government is wiped out. And Jaune has to help her.
Ruby: "WHAT DO I DOOOOO?!" Full anime Aqua level crying
Jaune: "I DON'T KNOOOOWWW!" Same
-Arslan is able to listen to confession as a Nun in the Tablebreaker Church. What kinds of nonsense sins does she have to listen to from her friends?
-Emerald and Mercury have to pretend to be a couple... But how much of it is actually pretending?
-Cardin starts training with Nora to toughen himself up. Big mistake.
-Neptune decides he's gonna try gambling in an underground casino. Ren ends up getting involved because he was available and Neptune dragged him along. Things go tits up, fast. It's like Chris Rock and Jackie Chan in the Rush Hour series. Because when I think of a guy who can screech like Chris Rock, I think of Neptune.
-I did have a an idea well before Lines of Succession where Ruby gets voted in as Queen of Vale after the entire government is wiped out. And Jaune has to help her.
Ruby: "WHAT DO I DOOOOO?!" Full anime Aqua level crying
Jaune: "I DON'T KNOOOOWWW!" Same
-Arslan is able to listen to confession as a Nun in the Tablebreaker Church. What kinds of nonsense sins does she have to listen to from her friends?
-Emerald and Mercury have to pretend to be a couple... But how much of it is actually pretending?
-Cardin starts training with Nora to toughen himself up. Big mistake.
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Arslan
"Weird but not a sin"
Cardin
"What do you mean by weighted clothing?"
"Weird but not a sin"
Cardin
"What do you mean by weighted clothing?"
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Ruby: She stole an extra cookie and she feels guilty about it. Along with a great deal of repressed feelings for her team and Jaune.
Weiss: Parental issues that a nun/priest is not equipped to unpack. Along with a great deal of repressed feelings for her team and Jaune.
Yang: Abandonment issues, along with letting Ruby eat an extra cookie. Along with a great deal of repressed feelings for her team and Jaune.
Blake: Terrorism, and just pure degeneracy. Surprisingly, her feelings for her team and Blonde men aren't repressed. Though they really should be.
Jaune: Just a confused Himbo that doesn't know what is going on.
Nora: Chatter box that needs to kiss Ren finally. Surprisingly has a good pancake recipe.
Pyrrha: A hatred of her fame and wanting to be a normal girl. Along with being incredibly thirsty for Jaune.
Ren: Awkward silence for 20 minutes. Followed by Arslan telling him to just kiss Nora.
Cardin: Confused feelings about bunny girls and his insecurities.
Rest of Cardin's team: Drag her into the school's betting pool about who gets with whom. She puts down a 100 on Jaune becoming a harem protagonist, and Cardin getting carried off by a rabbit Faunus upper-classman.
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Ruby Saves Remnant
Like What If V9 Ended With Salem Summoning The Gods Only For Ruby to walk throught the portal and Tell The Brothers There Mom Is Disappointed in them
not exactly like Prof Jaune but he still has alot of huntress asking for help with training
Temproal Waifu War may be bad but better then both parents comming thoruhg
1 missing an eye 1 fully blind 1 missing leg or arm and all with PTSD
Blake in Meregenie
Temproal Waifu War may be bad but better then both parents comming thoruhg
Blake in Meregenie
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You know there is the other extreme from a historical au…. The RWBY space opera setting maybe something like https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/TabletopGame/StrikeLegion
Reunion with Granny Salem (Revised)
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The Arc family farmhouse door creaked open on a perfectly ordinary afternoon, and Isabel Arc—still in her apron from baking bread, flour dusting her blonde hair—found herself face-to-face with the literal embodiment of humanity's nightmares.
Salem. The Queen of Grimm. Pale skin, crimson eyes, flowing black robes that seemed to drink the sunlight.
Isabel blinked. "…Hello? Can… I help you?"
Salem's eyes welled with tears. Before Isabel could react, the immortal witch lunged forward and enveloped her in a crushing hug.
"GRANDDAUGHTER!"
Isabel's brain short-circuited. "Eh?!"
Nick wandered in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "Oh, hey Izzy— Who's this?"
Salem released Isabel just enough to beam at him, tears streaming dramatically down her porcelain cheeks.
"I am Salem! Your… your matriarch!" She clutched her chest, voice trembling. "Just call me… Granny Salem!"
Nick's face lit up like she'd offered him free swords. "Oh! Okay, Granny Salem! Welcome to our home!"
Isabel flailed in the hug, legs kicking uselessly. "NIIIIICK!"
- - -
After a very long, very confusing explanation involving ancient bloodlines, cursed immortality, and a family tree that looked like a horror novel footnote, the three sat in the living room.
Isabel stared at Salem like she was a bomb with a lit fuse.
"You're telling me that you—the Queen of the Grimm—are my distant ancestor?"
Salem nodded eagerly, hands clasped. "Yes, dear!"
"AND YOU UNLEASHED THE GRIMM THAT MURDERED MY PARENTS?!"
Salem's face crumpled. "I didn't know I had any family left! That is… horrific!" She sobbed into the handkerchief Nick politely offered. "Oh, thank you, Nick."
"You're welcome!" Nick said brightly.
Isabel's eye twitched. "DON'T BE NICE TO HER! SHE'S KILLED BILLIONS!"
Salem dabbed her eyes. "I know, I know! I regret it all!"
Isabel's Aura flared gold. She punched Salem square in the face.
The impact launched the immortal witch through three walls, across the farmland, and into a barn-sized boulder—which exploded on contact.
Isabel stood in the wreckage of her living room, chest heaving. "Haa… haa… haa…!"
Salem strolled back moments later, brushing dust off her robes, smiling like she'd just had a lovely walk.
"That was a wonderful hit, dearie! Unfortunately, I can't die."
Isabel's eye twitched harder. "WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT!"
Salem clasped her hands, practically glowing. "My darling granddaughter is so incredible! A mother, a Huntress, and a doctor! You're amazing!"
Isabel's cheeks flushed despite herself. "Well, thank you—" Then rage returned full force. "FLATTERY WILL NOT SAVE YOU, GRIMM QUEEN!"
Salem's eyes sparkled. "Ooh, such wonderful bloodlust! Show me what you can do!"
"RAHHH—!"
Nick held up a hand. Isabel gaped. "Eh?!"
"Izzy," he said reasonably, "you keep telling me I can't fight in the house. Why do you get to?"
"She's an evil immortal Queen of the Grimm!"
"Yes, but she's also like your grandma! She's family, and she's trying to reconnect!"
"She killed my family!"
"She's also family! So you two sort this outside—because like you said, 'I'm not paying to fix the house!'"
Isabel scowled. "…FINE! We'll have our battle outside!"
Nick nodded. "After lunch! Bad to fight on an empty stomach!"
Lilac appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of tea and perfect sandwiches. "I've got sandwiches!"
Isabel pinched her nose. "LILAC?! Where were you?!"
"I took cover when you punched Miss Salem," Lilac said cheerfully. "But I managed to make this during the fight. Would you like some, Miss Salem?"
Salem accepted a sandwich with delight. "Certainly, dear! Aw, you're so beautiful and precious! You know, I know a few single men who might make wonderful husbands—"
"Already engaged, but thank you!"
"Awww! Is he handsome?"
"Amazingly handsome!"
Isabel's eye twitched again.
Nick patted her shoulder. "Easy, Izzy, easy…"
Isabel growled. "The immortal Queen of the Grimm is my ancestor. She murdered my parents!"
"Yes, and she's really sorry," Nick said. "You can tell!"
"I shouldn't be sitting here drinking tea with her! I should be destroying her! AND YOU SHOULD TOO!"
Salem smiled sweetly. "You can both try to destroy me after lunch. Is that fair?"
Nick grinned. "Sounds fair to me!"
Isabel threw her hands up. "GRAAAHHHHH!"
- - -
The afternoon passed in a blur of total destruction—fields cratered, trees demolished, the farmhouse miraculously spared by Lilac's refereeing. Isabel and Nick unleashed everything; Salem took it all with delighted laughter and compliments.
Eventually, the four sat in the miraculously intact living room, sipping more tea amid the distant smoke of ruined farmland.
Salem dabbed her lips daintily. "So you see, I can't actually die no matter what you do."
Isabel glared pure hatred. "Grrrr…!"
Nick beamed. "Wow. I used the stuff Izzy told me not to use in city limits and still couldn't kill you! You're incredible, Granny Salem!"
"DON'T CALL HER THAT!"
Salem patted Isabel's hand. "Dear, calm down. It's not good for your blood pressure."
"I CAN CONTROL MY BLOOD PRESSURE!"
Nick rubbed her back. "Easy, Izzy. More violence isn't gonna solve this."
"EH?!"
"We hit her with our best stuff and it didn't even faze her!"
Salem nodded proudly. "It's been centuries since I've faced a sword that big! And you handled it so well, Nick!"
"Aw, thanks, Granny!"
"GRRRRR…!"
Salem turned to Isabel, eyes shining. "And wow! You suplexed me right into the ground!" She clapped. "Incredible!"
"Stop complimenting me on failing to kill you!"
Salem's expression softened. "Listen, Isabel… For thousands of years, I had nothing but revenge—on my husband, on life itself. Now… all of a sudden, I have family. Family I missed. Family I…" Her voice cracked. "Family I killed." Tears welled again. "All this time… I wasn't alone, and I didn't know it. I'm a terrible person. I don't blame you for hating me. I know hate. But hatred… hatred feels so petty now."
Isabel's glare wavered. "Grrrr…!"
Salem reached out hesitantly. "Please. Allow me to try—just try—to make up for it? It won't be easy, but… I want to."
Isabel stared for a long moment.
Then: "…No."
Salem's face fell, but she nodded. "I see. I'll keep trying anyway."
Isabel stood abruptly, stalking to the holoscreen. "Then I'll keep trying to kill you." She dialed with furious jabs. "Ugh… I can't believe I'm calling him…"
Lilac tilted her head. "Who, Mom?"
Isabel ground her teeth. "Ozpin…"
Salem perked up. "Oh? You don't like him?"
"He kept trying to recruit me for some 'special project.' Got really pushy when I said no. Recruited Summer Rose—she died, vanished, whole thing stank. Never trusted him."
Salem chuckled darkly. "Heh. About Summer… she's not dead. And Ozpin? I agree. Shifty bastard."
"Eh?"
The screen connected. Ozpin's face appeared, mug in hand.
"Hello? Isabel? Are you—"
Salem leaned in, smiling sweetly. "Hello, darling! We have family! Isn't it wonderful?" Her eyes narrowed. "Of course you couldn't bother to tell me, you petty little ingrate!"
Ozpin's calm cracked. "Petty?! You're the one who launched a war on all life because you turned us immortal!"
"Oh, here we go—!"
"No, you listen, you two-faced bitch—!"
"Tiny-dicked bastard!"
"That's not what you said in bed!"
Isabel, Nick, and Lilac stared at the screen—Ozpin and Salem descending into a full-blown ex-spouse screaming match that would've made a divorce court blush.
Isabel's jaw hung open. "…Wha…?"
Nick blinked slowly. "Huh. Looks like we all need a lot of family counseling."
Lilac winced, offering a bottle. "Um… wine, Mother?"
Isabel snatched it, popped the cork with her thumb, and chugged the entire thing in three long pulls.
Lilac sighed. "I'll… keep them coming."
Salem. The Queen of Grimm. Pale skin, crimson eyes, flowing black robes that seemed to drink the sunlight.
Isabel blinked. "…Hello? Can… I help you?"
Salem's eyes welled with tears. Before Isabel could react, the immortal witch lunged forward and enveloped her in a crushing hug.
"GRANDDAUGHTER!"
Isabel's brain short-circuited. "Eh?!"
Nick wandered in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "Oh, hey Izzy— Who's this?"
Salem released Isabel just enough to beam at him, tears streaming dramatically down her porcelain cheeks.
"I am Salem! Your… your matriarch!" She clutched her chest, voice trembling. "Just call me… Granny Salem!"
Nick's face lit up like she'd offered him free swords. "Oh! Okay, Granny Salem! Welcome to our home!"
Isabel flailed in the hug, legs kicking uselessly. "NIIIIICK!"
- - -
After a very long, very confusing explanation involving ancient bloodlines, cursed immortality, and a family tree that looked like a horror novel footnote, the three sat in the living room.
Isabel stared at Salem like she was a bomb with a lit fuse.
"You're telling me that you—the Queen of the Grimm—are my distant ancestor?"
Salem nodded eagerly, hands clasped. "Yes, dear!"
"AND YOU UNLEASHED THE GRIMM THAT MURDERED MY PARENTS?!"
Salem's face crumpled. "I didn't know I had any family left! That is… horrific!" She sobbed into the handkerchief Nick politely offered. "Oh, thank you, Nick."
"You're welcome!" Nick said brightly.
Isabel's eye twitched. "DON'T BE NICE TO HER! SHE'S KILLED BILLIONS!"
Salem dabbed her eyes. "I know, I know! I regret it all!"
Isabel's Aura flared gold. She punched Salem square in the face.
The impact launched the immortal witch through three walls, across the farmland, and into a barn-sized boulder—which exploded on contact.
Isabel stood in the wreckage of her living room, chest heaving. "Haa… haa… haa…!"
Salem strolled back moments later, brushing dust off her robes, smiling like she'd just had a lovely walk.
"That was a wonderful hit, dearie! Unfortunately, I can't die."
Isabel's eye twitched harder. "WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT!"
Salem clasped her hands, practically glowing. "My darling granddaughter is so incredible! A mother, a Huntress, and a doctor! You're amazing!"
Isabel's cheeks flushed despite herself. "Well, thank you—" Then rage returned full force. "FLATTERY WILL NOT SAVE YOU, GRIMM QUEEN!"
Salem's eyes sparkled. "Ooh, such wonderful bloodlust! Show me what you can do!"
"RAHHH—!"
Nick held up a hand. Isabel gaped. "Eh?!"
"Izzy," he said reasonably, "you keep telling me I can't fight in the house. Why do you get to?"
"She's an evil immortal Queen of the Grimm!"
"Yes, but she's also like your grandma! She's family, and she's trying to reconnect!"
"She killed my family!"
"She's also family! So you two sort this outside—because like you said, 'I'm not paying to fix the house!'"
Isabel scowled. "…FINE! We'll have our battle outside!"
Nick nodded. "After lunch! Bad to fight on an empty stomach!"
Lilac appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of tea and perfect sandwiches. "I've got sandwiches!"
Isabel pinched her nose. "LILAC?! Where were you?!"
"I took cover when you punched Miss Salem," Lilac said cheerfully. "But I managed to make this during the fight. Would you like some, Miss Salem?"
Salem accepted a sandwich with delight. "Certainly, dear! Aw, you're so beautiful and precious! You know, I know a few single men who might make wonderful husbands—"
"Already engaged, but thank you!"
"Awww! Is he handsome?"
"Amazingly handsome!"
Isabel's eye twitched again.
Nick patted her shoulder. "Easy, Izzy, easy…"
Isabel growled. "The immortal Queen of the Grimm is my ancestor. She murdered my parents!"
"Yes, and she's really sorry," Nick said. "You can tell!"
"I shouldn't be sitting here drinking tea with her! I should be destroying her! AND YOU SHOULD TOO!"
Salem smiled sweetly. "You can both try to destroy me after lunch. Is that fair?"
Nick grinned. "Sounds fair to me!"
Isabel threw her hands up. "GRAAAHHHHH!"
- - -
The afternoon passed in a blur of total destruction—fields cratered, trees demolished, the farmhouse miraculously spared by Lilac's refereeing. Isabel and Nick unleashed everything; Salem took it all with delighted laughter and compliments.
Eventually, the four sat in the miraculously intact living room, sipping more tea amid the distant smoke of ruined farmland.
Salem dabbed her lips daintily. "So you see, I can't actually die no matter what you do."
Isabel glared pure hatred. "Grrrr…!"
Nick beamed. "Wow. I used the stuff Izzy told me not to use in city limits and still couldn't kill you! You're incredible, Granny Salem!"
"DON'T CALL HER THAT!"
Salem patted Isabel's hand. "Dear, calm down. It's not good for your blood pressure."
"I CAN CONTROL MY BLOOD PRESSURE!"
Nick rubbed her back. "Easy, Izzy. More violence isn't gonna solve this."
"EH?!"
"We hit her with our best stuff and it didn't even faze her!"
Salem nodded proudly. "It's been centuries since I've faced a sword that big! And you handled it so well, Nick!"
"Aw, thanks, Granny!"
"GRRRRR…!"
Salem turned to Isabel, eyes shining. "And wow! You suplexed me right into the ground!" She clapped. "Incredible!"
"Stop complimenting me on failing to kill you!"
Salem's expression softened. "Listen, Isabel… For thousands of years, I had nothing but revenge—on my husband, on life itself. Now… all of a sudden, I have family. Family I missed. Family I…" Her voice cracked. "Family I killed." Tears welled again. "All this time… I wasn't alone, and I didn't know it. I'm a terrible person. I don't blame you for hating me. I know hate. But hatred… hatred feels so petty now."
Isabel's glare wavered. "Grrrr…!"
Salem reached out hesitantly. "Please. Allow me to try—just try—to make up for it? It won't be easy, but… I want to."
Isabel stared for a long moment.
Then: "…No."
Salem's face fell, but she nodded. "I see. I'll keep trying anyway."
Isabel stood abruptly, stalking to the holoscreen. "Then I'll keep trying to kill you." She dialed with furious jabs. "Ugh… I can't believe I'm calling him…"
Lilac tilted her head. "Who, Mom?"
Isabel ground her teeth. "Ozpin…"
Salem perked up. "Oh? You don't like him?"
"He kept trying to recruit me for some 'special project.' Got really pushy when I said no. Recruited Summer Rose—she died, vanished, whole thing stank. Never trusted him."
Salem chuckled darkly. "Heh. About Summer… she's not dead. And Ozpin? I agree. Shifty bastard."
"Eh?"
The screen connected. Ozpin's face appeared, mug in hand.
"Hello? Isabel? Are you—"
Salem leaned in, smiling sweetly. "Hello, darling! We have family! Isn't it wonderful?" Her eyes narrowed. "Of course you couldn't bother to tell me, you petty little ingrate!"
Ozpin's calm cracked. "Petty?! You're the one who launched a war on all life because you turned us immortal!"
"Oh, here we go—!"
"No, you listen, you two-faced bitch—!"
"Tiny-dicked bastard!"
"That's not what you said in bed!"
Isabel, Nick, and Lilac stared at the screen—Ozpin and Salem descending into a full-blown ex-spouse screaming match that would've made a divorce court blush.
Isabel's jaw hung open. "…Wha…?"
Nick blinked slowly. "Huh. Looks like we all need a lot of family counseling."
Lilac winced, offering a bottle. "Um… wine, Mother?"
Isabel snatched it, popped the cork with her thumb, and chugged the entire thing in three long pulls.
Lilac sighed. "I'll… keep them coming."
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Are we sure that THEY aren't related?
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If this is after Jaune joined beacon, Ozpin totally starts training him just to prove he's a better grandparent than Salem.
Cinder is going to be in very awkward situation with Salem pushing her to keep an eye on Jaune and probably getting him a partner. Pyrrha takes the maiden powers entirely to let her beat Cinder easier.
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Wasn't there another prompt that Nick was the child born of Ozpin (as in Headmaster Ozpin) and Salem during an impromptu hookup?
Meanwhile, Isabel and all the Arcs (barring her own children with Nick) are descended from Salem and the First Ozpin (AKA: Ozma's first reincarnation, that had the Four Daughters with Salem).
.....That would mean that Jaune and his sisters (in this scenario) are the one's closest to First Humanity....which would explain their ridiculous Physical, Mental and Spiritual specs.
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I'm getting some weird Adams Family vibes from this
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The RWBY common room was quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight slanting through the windows to dust the tables in gold. Blake had claimed a corner nook with the most comfortable couch and a stack of picture books—some her own childhood favorites from Menagerie, others borrowed from the children's section of the library. Mia sat cross-legged on the couch next to Blake, ears perked high, stuffed bunny in her lap as Blake showed her colorful illustrations of tropical islands and ancient stone cities.
"Long ago," Blake began, voice soft and steady, "after the Moon broke and scattered across the sky, Faunus built big, beautiful kingdoms. They had palaces and markets and festivals that lasted days." She turned a page to show a vibrant drawing of cat-eared architects raising ziggurats under the sun. "But then human kingdoms grew strong too, and sometimes they fought. Some Faunus worked with humans, some didn't. Some Faunus treated humans badly, and some humans treated Faunus badly. Everyone was trying to figure out how to live together."
Mia traced a finger over a picture of a lion-Faunus queen shaking hands with a human king. "Like Papa and Mama did?"
Blake smiled, small and sad. "Kind of. But after a really big war—the Great War—some human countries started treating Faunus badly. Really badly. They made them work without pay, took away their homes. It happened a lot in Atlas and Mistral."
Mia's ears drooped. "That's mean."
"It was," Blake agreed. "So Faunus started standing up. They resisted. In Vacuo, in Mistral, in Solitas. Vale helped them get rights, and a lot of Faunus decided to go back to Menagerie—their old homeland. It used to be the biggest Faunus kingdom before humans took it over. They wanted a place where they could be safe and free."
Mia tilted her head, brow furrowing. "But… why all away from humans? Papa's human. Granny and Grampa Nick are human. You're my auntie and you're Faunus. We all live together and nobody's mean."
Blake's throat tightened. She set the book aside gently.
"Some Faunus got hurt so much they stopped trusting humans. They thought all humans were mean. I… used to think that way too."
Mia gasped, eyes round. "You did?!"
Blake nodded, ashamed heat rising in her cheeks. "I was around people who only talked about how humans hurt us. They wanted revenge. I believed them for a long time. But I learned it wasn't true. Hurting people back doesn't fix anything. And most humans aren't like that." She paused, then added softly, "Your papa is one of the best humans I've ever met."
From the cracked door behind them came a deliberate cough.
Blake's ears flattened. Jaune stepped in, shoulder leaning against the frame, arms crossed but expression gentle.
Mia squealed and bolted from her cushion. "Papa!"
He scooped her up, hugging her tight enough that her ears twitched against his cheek. "Hey, kitten. Having a good lesson?"
"The best!" Mia chirped. "Menagerie has beaches and old castles and samurai!"
Jaune kissed the top of her head. "Sounds amazing. Why don't you go show Auntie Nora the pictures? She's in our common room terrorizing Ren with pancake demands."
Mia wriggled down and scampered off, book clutched to her chest.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Blake stayed seated, staring at her hands. "I'm sorry. I tried to keep it balanced. I didn't want to scare her or—"
Jaune pulled up a chair, sitting across from her. "You did fine. Better than fine. She needed to hear it, and you told her the truth without making the world feel hopeless. That's… hard."
Blake risked a glance up. "You're not angry?"
"Annoyed you didn't invite me to listen in? A little." He smiled to soften it. "But I get why you wanted it to be just you two. And I heard enough to know you were honest about your own past. That matters."
She exhaled shakily. "I never thought I'd be the one teaching a human-Faunus child Faunus pride. The White Fang version of history was… twisted. Humans were monsters, Faunus were always victims, revenge was justice. It took me a while to unlearn it."
Jaune nodded slowly. "And the lying to your parents?"
Blake winced. "Old habit. Panic response. I'm working on it. Sorry."
"I know." His voice was quiet, steady. "You're trying. That's what I see. Someone who's messed up but fighting to be better. And you are better, Blake. Every day."
Her eyes stung. "Thank you. For seeing that. For… letting me be part of her life." She held up a hand. "Just so you know, I'm not-I'm not trying to replace Katy."
Jaune leaned forward, elbows on knees. "I know. You're not replacing Katy. No one could. What we had was brief, but it was real. And I'm not looking to rush into anything new."
Blake nodded quickly. "I'm nowhere near ready either. Not after… him."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
Then Jaune added, softer, "But someday… I think I'd like to feel that again. The happiness. The partnership. Katy taught me it's possible, even when life's short."
Blake's ears lifted slightly. "You deserve that."
"So do you," he said firmly.
She managed a small, genuine smile. "Maybe. Someday."
Jaune smiled gently.
"How about you and Sun babysit Mia for a day? What do you think?"
Blake flushed.
"Uh... I mean, he's just a friend-"
"And he's my friend too," Jaune said gently, "And I trust you. How about it?"
Blake frowned.
"Are you trying to set us up?"
"What? No, noooo," Jaune said quickly, "But you know... It might be fun for you two?" He smiled weakly.
Blake shook her head, then sighed.
"... All right," she said, "But I might take this personally. You don't want me pursuing you romantically?"
Jaune coughed.
"I uh... I... Is there a good answer to that?"
Blake smirked lightly.
"I suppose not..."
"Long ago," Blake began, voice soft and steady, "after the Moon broke and scattered across the sky, Faunus built big, beautiful kingdoms. They had palaces and markets and festivals that lasted days." She turned a page to show a vibrant drawing of cat-eared architects raising ziggurats under the sun. "But then human kingdoms grew strong too, and sometimes they fought. Some Faunus worked with humans, some didn't. Some Faunus treated humans badly, and some humans treated Faunus badly. Everyone was trying to figure out how to live together."
Mia traced a finger over a picture of a lion-Faunus queen shaking hands with a human king. "Like Papa and Mama did?"
Blake smiled, small and sad. "Kind of. But after a really big war—the Great War—some human countries started treating Faunus badly. Really badly. They made them work without pay, took away their homes. It happened a lot in Atlas and Mistral."
Mia's ears drooped. "That's mean."
"It was," Blake agreed. "So Faunus started standing up. They resisted. In Vacuo, in Mistral, in Solitas. Vale helped them get rights, and a lot of Faunus decided to go back to Menagerie—their old homeland. It used to be the biggest Faunus kingdom before humans took it over. They wanted a place where they could be safe and free."
Mia tilted her head, brow furrowing. "But… why all away from humans? Papa's human. Granny and Grampa Nick are human. You're my auntie and you're Faunus. We all live together and nobody's mean."
Blake's throat tightened. She set the book aside gently.
"Some Faunus got hurt so much they stopped trusting humans. They thought all humans were mean. I… used to think that way too."
Mia gasped, eyes round. "You did?!"
Blake nodded, ashamed heat rising in her cheeks. "I was around people who only talked about how humans hurt us. They wanted revenge. I believed them for a long time. But I learned it wasn't true. Hurting people back doesn't fix anything. And most humans aren't like that." She paused, then added softly, "Your papa is one of the best humans I've ever met."
From the cracked door behind them came a deliberate cough.
Blake's ears flattened. Jaune stepped in, shoulder leaning against the frame, arms crossed but expression gentle.
Mia squealed and bolted from her cushion. "Papa!"
He scooped her up, hugging her tight enough that her ears twitched against his cheek. "Hey, kitten. Having a good lesson?"
"The best!" Mia chirped. "Menagerie has beaches and old castles and samurai!"
Jaune kissed the top of her head. "Sounds amazing. Why don't you go show Auntie Nora the pictures? She's in our common room terrorizing Ren with pancake demands."
Mia wriggled down and scampered off, book clutched to her chest.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Blake stayed seated, staring at her hands. "I'm sorry. I tried to keep it balanced. I didn't want to scare her or—"
Jaune pulled up a chair, sitting across from her. "You did fine. Better than fine. She needed to hear it, and you told her the truth without making the world feel hopeless. That's… hard."
Blake risked a glance up. "You're not angry?"
"Annoyed you didn't invite me to listen in? A little." He smiled to soften it. "But I get why you wanted it to be just you two. And I heard enough to know you were honest about your own past. That matters."
She exhaled shakily. "I never thought I'd be the one teaching a human-Faunus child Faunus pride. The White Fang version of history was… twisted. Humans were monsters, Faunus were always victims, revenge was justice. It took me a while to unlearn it."
Jaune nodded slowly. "And the lying to your parents?"
Blake winced. "Old habit. Panic response. I'm working on it. Sorry."
"I know." His voice was quiet, steady. "You're trying. That's what I see. Someone who's messed up but fighting to be better. And you are better, Blake. Every day."
Her eyes stung. "Thank you. For seeing that. For… letting me be part of her life." She held up a hand. "Just so you know, I'm not-I'm not trying to replace Katy."
Jaune leaned forward, elbows on knees. "I know. You're not replacing Katy. No one could. What we had was brief, but it was real. And I'm not looking to rush into anything new."
Blake nodded quickly. "I'm nowhere near ready either. Not after… him."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
Then Jaune added, softer, "But someday… I think I'd like to feel that again. The happiness. The partnership. Katy taught me it's possible, even when life's short."
Blake's ears lifted slightly. "You deserve that."
"So do you," he said firmly.
She managed a small, genuine smile. "Maybe. Someday."
Jaune smiled gently.
"How about you and Sun babysit Mia for a day? What do you think?"
Blake flushed.
"Uh... I mean, he's just a friend-"
"And he's my friend too," Jaune said gently, "And I trust you. How about it?"
Blake frowned.
"Are you trying to set us up?"
"What? No, noooo," Jaune said quickly, "But you know... It might be fun for you two?" He smiled weakly.
Blake shook her head, then sighed.
"... All right," she said, "But I might take this personally. You don't want me pursuing you romantically?"
Jaune coughed.
"I uh... I... Is there a good answer to that?"
Blake smirked lightly.
"I suppose not..."
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