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Art by by TrustmegamerDavis

I hope you enjoy this first-person POV fanfic I wrote. It’s a continuation of a previous thing I did. Idk how much further I’ll write this. I’m just tryna stretch my creative-writing muscles.

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Hello again. I am Rudeus Rhodes. And as I’ve said before, I’m a ways away from home. 

Last time, I got dropped in the middle of Remnant with nothing to my name save for a few injuries. And last time, I may have punched one of the main characters straight into the moon. Hyperbolically, of course. I doubt that punch did much apart from deter her for a bit.

Since then, a few things have changed. For one, that brave yet incredibly stupid action I took resulted in my getting a job here at Junior’s as a bouncer. Sure, I’m just ONE of two bouncers, but still.

All because of the semblance I ended up gaining from that one night.

I haven’t seen the full extent of what I can do with this semblance, but the main thing I found out about it is that, one, I can completely immobilize someone by turning them into a swirling pile of petals that are completely removed from the laws of gravity and friction when I touch someone with my hand, and two, as soon as my target touches anything else that’s solid after touching me, they get reverted back.

And it has to be a hard surface. One time, I had to throw a rowdy patron into the nearby lake, and it took them hitting a random piece of rock on the bottom of the lake to turn back. We had to fish him out with a net. Thankfully, he lived.

Now, where was I? Oh, right, bouncer job.

If Junior doesn’t like someone going in and they’re being non-compliant, I arrive, throw them away with my semblance, and watch them sail away in a sea of petals. Yang Xiao Long’s been thrown away by me a few times. 

Each time got a bit harder, but that’s what the Malachite twins were there for.

Oh yeah, speaking of the twins. Ah… Melanie and Miltiades… You know, when I first got into this world, I was kind of expecting something akin to those crappy Wattpad self-insert book stories happening to me. The two were gorgeous up close, somehow prettier than the polygons I watched on screen before. But I suppose that’s natural, given that everything’s more like a proper world rather than a web series running on hopes, dreams, and a few dollars. 

Anyways, where I thought I’d gain lovers, I ended up gaining sisters in a sort of pseudo-family. It’s not anywhere close to what I lost… and frankly, I do not want to think about what my real family’s going through, lest I give up and not continue living, but it’s something.

On that note, Junior’s almost been like a weird dad-like figure to me since I got here, and his men are sort of like… uncles? Butlers? Something down the middle? They grew on me. They weren’t just an army of fodder for Ruby to clear out for me no more. I even started wearing their colors. 

Though that doesn’t really change much, considering they were basically wearing Ruby’s colors anyway. But hey, at least I don’t look like Jaune crossdressing as Ruby anymore. 

And that’s how life had been for the last couple months. 

But something happened while I was texting Yang cuz yes, despite the earlier scuffles, it became sort of a game between us. A sort of patintero, as my one friend back home used to call it. Anyways, as I was sending her memes I’ve come to adopt from Remnant, I overheard a conversation downstairs between Junior and a familiar voice I can’t quite put my finger on.

“Hey Junior! Nice to see you again.”

The voice had a smooth texture to it, almost snarky-sounding. Each footstep was accentuated by the playful tapping of what I assumed was a cane.

“Roman.” I heard Junior curtly address the man. “What can I do you for? A drink?”

“Oh no, I am in need of a different other service. How much for your men to help me with… a job?”

“I see…” I heard Junior mutter with an indifferent tone. “Depends, what’s the job, and how badly do you need it done?”

The other man would chuckle somewhat as he slid something in front of Junior.

“Let’s just say, I need to… collect from a couple Dust shops. What do you say?”

That was when it hit me. This was going to be Volume 1 Episode 1! That was Roman Torchwick! And if things happen the way they did in canon, the boys are going to get their asses caved in by my kinda fictional doppleganger!

I arrived faster than dad could finish saying, “You can have my boys then-”

“NO DEAL!” I shouted through my panting.

Milly and Mela got there with me. I guess they saw how panicked I looked and decided to join me. Awww~

But anyway, focus! I looked up and saw none other than Roman Torchwick standing before Junior Xiong.

He must have been intrigued looking at me, though I can’t exactly blame him since I kinda did look like a mini version of the Xiong family goons with a big ol red cloak.

“Oh?” I heard him intone.

“You can’t… use the Xiong family for that!” I shouted, no doubt confusing the hell out of Junior.

“Who’s the kid, Junior?” Roman asks while pointing a dismissive thumb at me.

Junior puts down the glass he was polishing and answers, “Uh, the new bouncer. He was supposed to be on break.”

“You letting the bouncer talk to me like that, June?” Roman inquires with barely hidden indignation in his voice.

“You’re right, Rudy, go back to your room. We’ll have a talk later.”

While I flinched at his not-angry-but-disappointed voice, I could not let what happened in canon happen. I had to think of a justification quickly.

I look up and channel the icy-cool demeanour of my two older ‘sisters’ and walk up to Roman. I may be quite tall, but damn, I still have to look up to face that damn Ginger.

“The Xiong family’s not a bunch of petty thieves. And we’re not going to sully that name for petty cash.” I wanted to cry. Damn, facing down THE first big bad and knowing full well I’d get manhandled if he even decided to try and casually fight me is scary as hell.

 But I’ve unfortunately grown fond of these guys, and I don’t want them getting their shit rocked by Ruby. Sure, they’re still a mafia, but unfortunately, I’m not Ruby. I’m not a simple soul. I can acknowledge that they’re nuanced enough to contain good and evil in their multitudes. Besides, I run on “What would Superman do?" and an organized group willing to shield me from their darker dealings is alright in my books.

“Oh, feisty one you got here. Is he your son?” Roman asks while maintaining eye contact with me. 

Now that I think about it, considering Yang by herself was pressing Junior, Roman, with Neo somewhere in the background, would most likely be far scarier to him. And while he presents a solid front, that’s all there is to it: a front. 

I’m sorry, Dad, if you feel cornered by this decision. I’m scared too. But I gotta save these boys.

I felt a cold blade pressed against the back of my neck. No doubt it’s Neo pointing her umbrella at me.

“Your boys grown balls since last time,” Roman admits. But that’s when I realized, despite their fear of him, the entire Xiong family, as well as Miltia and Melanie, all had their weapons drawn and aimed at either Roman or Neo.

I quickly returned eye contact with Roman to continue pressing against his pressure, ready to use my semblance at any point. But that point never comes as he raises his hands with a sigh, going, “Alright, I won’t push any further. You win, kid.”

Just like that, the entire situation deflated like a tire as quickly as it inflated. This was good news that one can find by searching for RWBY inflation.

Roman then turns around and commands, “Come now, Neo. We got to talk to Team Plan B.”

He turns around and looks me straight in the eyes, saying, “You know I won’t forget about this, kid. See ya around.”

A bead of sweat dropped from my face that moment as the bar doors swung closed.

After we made sure the duo was gone, I fell to my knees in sheer panic. Milly and Mela were kind enough to support my shaking legs and even gave me a proud smile each. 

Junior must have been similarly shaken because as soon as he deemed it safe, he rushed to me and gave me a good ol’ shake. 

A 6’11 man shaking my 5’7 ass meant he was lifting me slightly off the ground when he ragdolled me.

“RUDEUS! ARE YOU CRAZY!? YOU COULD’VE BEEN KILLED, YOU BASTARD!”

I closed my eyes, fully expecting to get the belt treatment as I always did when I misbehaved around him. What I did NOT expect was to be pulled into a hug by the man with shaky arms.

“DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN! REP AIN’T GOT NUTHIN’ ON YOUR LIFE, DAMMIT!”

I could hear the many Xiong family members grunting in agreement. 

Man… it’s… been a while since I got one of these… last time I did… it was from my mother and father from my real- no… original family. These guys have been just as real as my genetic family for a while now. 

I couldn’t help but cry as I leaned into the hug.

But I needed to push through the tears. I needed to explain something.

“I-I… I did it because I was scared for everyone’s well-being! I don’t want to lose any of you!”

I heard some of them start to tear up hearing that. And one of them, Lei Xiong, say, “And you think we’d want it different for you!?” 

I watched helplessly as dozens of men in black and red swarmed and joined the hug while Milly and Mela looked from the side with tender stares.

Yeah, I really do think they’re my family now.

Alas in every version of society I can think of past, present and possible future, the natural human ability for pattern recognition and need for routine and familiarity will always end up creating them. We literally have to give up something inherent to being human to fully remove any chance of stereotypes reoccurring. Seeing that sort of bigger picture just feels... Tiring to think about.

I didn't know where to post so I guess I'm posting how the week's been for me here.

This is a fanfic by me. Enjoy. Dunno if I'll continue it or let it be a one-shot.

On many occasions, a show would choose to make crossovers with other shows to either ride off of the success of one or elevate both to some degree.

Whichever may be the case, when the world of Remnant crossed over with DC comics, I theorized that it did more than briefly connect the two worlds together. It ended with the larger of the two verses subsuming the smaller.

I had no way to prove the validity of that theory until I fell through what I can only describe as a crack in space, not too dissimilar to the ones Superboy Prime created when he shattered reality with his retcon punches.

Why does this matter? Well, for starters, my name is Rudeus Rhodes. My friends call me Rudy. And, up until now, I believed I just looked a bit too similar to the main character of the show. Sure, I was built more similarly to Jaune, and I had blue eyes instead of silver, but other than that, I was a near-perfect copy, look-wise. Hot topic Clark Kent lookin' aah.  Heck, I even have an older half-sister named Yin.

But from my perspective, it was nothing more than a silly coincidence. Turns out, I guess it was closer to what SBP had with Superman than I thought.

And as I tumbled down into the void, many thoughts ran through my head. My parents, my sister, the life I lived, the people I've known. All of them I could probably no longer reach at this point. I doubt reality would be so kind as to give me the same powers as SBP.

But still, if this is like those fanfics I've read on the matter, I WILL gain strength. I WILL gain power unlike anything the verse has seen, and I WILL get entangled in the main plot one way or another.

Yet as I processed this, I had one last thought before my vision was fully embraced by the dark.

One thing I WON'T do is become this world's Superboy Prime.

My head smacked into something hard, and I passed out on the pavement, bleeding.

An unknown amount of time passed, and I looked around to see I was in the middle of a dingy alleyway, having only survived due to landing on a pile of trash. 

The rain fell on my face as if a dramatic romance scene were happening nearby.

I got up, looked down at myself, and sighed. I guess I was still wearing the same outfit I came here in. It makes me cringe just thinking about the fact that I'm wearing a gender-bent version of the volume 7 Ruby Rose cosplay I brought to Otakufest. Though I must say, I'm quite proud that it held up despite such a long fall. My engineering and fashion design knowledge did not fail! Hah! Suck it, random convention goer who called my drip cringe!

Then I felt something warm on my face.

Ah, I'm bleeding... My forehead got scratched by something in the trash. I should be thankful it wasn't rebar, at least, or else I'd be the first person to be isekai'd to speed run dying that quickly.

I let the rain wash it off before moving away.

Ah... It hurts all over... I... Really should not be surprised. I did just fall, however high up I was. At least I'm not paralyzed.

Still, with my sprained legs, I waddled out of the rain and into the shade with great difficulty. It hurts, hurts like hell.

But I'm fine. I can do this. I'm a big boy. I'm a superhero. Not really, but I need to say whatever to hype myself up.

After minutes of dragging myself forward, I finally reached the shade. I looked up and–

"For the love of... Junior's?! I got teleported to Junior's?! For the love of... WHY?!"

I guess that anger was enough to cause me to pass out. Though, to be fair, I had... What? 2 hours to sleep? My question needed to be ready for the Otakufest, and I got delayed, so I hauled my ass last night. So I guess it makes sense.

As I slept, all I saw was darkness. Fair, that's probably just a nasty combo of being too tired to sleep and still somehow lucid dreaming. Well, I thought it was, anyway, until I saw a dark red spark in front of me akin to a lighter sparking in the dark. 

Naturally, I approached it. But surprisingly, it didn't do that dream thing where it got further the closer I got. Instead, it got closer as logic dictates it would.

Curiously, I reached out to hold it, which caused it to sputter out briefly. What I didn't expect was for it to explode into a flurry of petals before catching me like fire typically does.

When I tell you I panicked, the word "panic" doesn't even begin to describe the amount of fear I held at that point. 

Was I going to die again?

I'm sorry for touching it. I'm sorry! I...

Before I knew it, I was back awake the next night. The rain was gone, but so was the pain.

"How the fu— Oooooh, I probably unlocked my Aura. Gotcha..."

I stood up, still soaking, and began moving around.

"Time to take stock of my situation. I'm all alone, in a world where I do NOT have my parents, and I do NOT have their currency, and I'm too young to get any proper work since I'm sixteen. Worse, I'm pretty sure I'm deep in enemy territory, and if Ozpin finds out, I might get kidnapped and put on a dissection table. And that's the optimistic view. I could just die here from the hobos living here, and I wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it."

"Aw man..."

What the hell is this? This is so unfair! What should I do? Turn to a life of crime?! No, that's not what Superman would do.

Right, think... Think! Think! 

"Huh, the floor is way more textured than the show—agh! Focus! Focus..."

What can I do? Maybe I can pawn my costume off and leave only the bare essentials? But I'd be at a disadvantage since I don't know how a lien translates to dollars... Still, that sounds like my only real option until I can get a proper non-criminal job...

Another thing I need to deal with is figuring out what part of RWBY I'm in, actually. Considering there isn't just Grimm upon Grimm swarming the place, it's probably Pre-Volume 3. Which means that I have some months to work before I can earn money to escape and not be caught up in all that.

"That's... That's not all that much time at all!"

Ok, calm down; I've got no other choice but to make it work.

I couldn't even get that much as I heard gunshots set off nearby and the music starting to blast.

I didn't know what came over me, but I ran to the scene of the gunfight, and immediately, I realized at what point I was thrown into the world of RWBY.

"... That's... The Yellow Trailer!"

I ran into the bloody YELLOW TRAILER! 

And true enough, as I entered the premises, I saw crap going down. A familiar blonde brawler was putting belt to ass against the horde of goons to a point where it genuinely did not look good to watch. 

It was fun to watch that low-poly animation presented on screen all those years ago, but in real life? Yang was on demon time. I’m glad she’s at least put on the non-lethals—well, non-lethal to someone from Remnants anyways—mode to her attacks here.

As Yang continued to mow through the line of folks, I suddenly felt a shove as Miltia and Melanie walked past me, with one of them—I don’t know which—telling me, “Beat it, hobo,” before rushing in to fight. 

It was a genuine spectacle, but as I looked around, I was genuinely worried about the outcome of this match. And if I didn’t act, I might become an accessory to murder!

“Wait… what the hell am I talking about?”

“Ahahaha… I can just run away right now, and no one would be the wiser.”

“But… still…”

“No—! No buts! Can’t I see how badly this fight is going?! If I step in, I’ll be joining genuinely cooked territory with them! Not coz Yang’s gonna kill me, but because Junior’s random bs go rockets are going to hit me AND his men! Worse, I don’t have the natural durability of someone from Remnant! She’s going to actually take my arm off with a punch by accident!” 

“But imagine! You’d be a hero! You’d stop the faces of two lovely ladies getting caved in by Yang’s gun fists and dozens of men getting blown up by rockets!”

“But those are gun fists, you twat!”

“What would Superman have done?!”

“...”

“...”

And just like that, I somehow broke the hallucinatory debate I had with myself and ran at Yang with just my fist.

Am I stupid? Yes. Am I reckless? Definitely. Will I die? Eh, depends on whether or not Yang’s going to take it easy on someone who looks like his sister.

And so, I began to run right as the white-dressed twin was starting to get overwhelmed by Yang’s flurry.

I cock my fist back and pray to whatever God is listening to me up there that my weak-ass punch will do something. As I got within striking distance, I felt something swirl around my hand. And as I put my whole weight behind that punch, I realize what exactly swirled around my hand. Petals of a darker red than Ruby’s created a small vortex around my hand as my glowing fist literally disintegrated my cloak into petals.

Yang shouts, “Ruby?!" in flabbergast, possibly thinking me to be her little sister. 

As my fist landed on her face, I had only one thought in my mind. Sorry, Yang, but I can’t let Junior's reckless ass or yours accidentally kill people. And with that, she’d explode into a flurry of yellow petals like when Ruby uses her semblance on herself and flew into the window with a straight trajectory, unhalted by gravity or friction until she smacked into the window in which she reformed and fell out of the window.

I should go help…

Eh… she’d be fine. Plus, she’d probably kick my ass if I got out.

“Huh?” I heard a voice say from behind me where I saw Junior pop up with his weapon. 

“... Uh…” This is awkward…”

“You got rid of that girl?” He asked as he put down the baseball bat. “Hahaha, I coulda taken her down.” 

I could only look at him with anger as I remembered the interaction that led up to it.

Before my mind could stop me, my mouth moved. 

“I know what would have happened. I’ve seen the future. So many of your guys would have been felled by your stray rockets. I only stepped up to stop that future.”

He looked at me weirdly. Fair enough. A guy in a tattered red cloak telling you he supposedly knows the future would be incredibly unbelievable.

He scratched his beard and asked me, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Despite the fact I only got lucky, I couldn’t help but feel myself in the moment. The heroic uppercut angle I held, the way my cape billowed from the cold night wind coming in from the shattered window, and the moonlight peeking through spotlighted me apart from the carnage around me.

With a smirk, I turned to them and said, “Rudeus Rhodes. You can call me Super…”

Shortly after, I’d feel a sharp pain at the back of my neck before I blacked out. Standing beside me were the twins from earlier. And as I passed out, I heard Junior say to tie me up for interrogation.

“Man…”

I guess I was feeling the moment a bit too much…

Part. 2 will come... Eventually, maybe

The biological uncle, the adopted uncle and the niece all have a scrap at the table which leads to this.

Name: Malachite Ezril

Age: ???

Birthplace: Ever After

Specie: Nature Spirit (Brother gods, Faunus god, etc. but not as powerful)

Gender: Base identity is genderless, alt identities vary heavily

Aura Color: Based on identity, base identity is copper green

Aura Level: Based on their emotional involvement with the origin of one of their identities.

Height: Varying

Stats (in comparison to the normal Remnant hunter, using base identity)
Strength: Low
Speed: Low
Combat IQ: Low
Stamina: High
IQ: Mid
EQ: Low
Pain Tolerance : Mid
Reaction Speed: Very High

Weapon: Rod of Reflection: A seemingly magic staff that changes spearheads based on which identity is using it. Base identity is just a stick.

Semblance: Warped Reflection: They gain a semblance based on a warped misinterpretation of their identity.

Other Powers:
- God of Reflection: They gain an identity which has its own form, body, gender, and personality based on a person who has affected them deeply in life. However, it's always just their own interpretation of that person instead of that person themselves.
- Shatter Mirror: They can briefly split off a personality to exist by themselves. But in doing so, the doppleganger is liable to dying more because they cannot regenerate their aura in doing so. The death of an identity also causes Malachite to completely forget that person exists.

Personality: As of now, there have been only 5 personalities Malachite has created as, thus far, only four people have affected him greatly.

- Malachite Ezril - The base identity which is timid, curious and very child-like. Very weak and uncombative. However, they possess the highest base aura, being borderline unkillable but also unable to help in combat in any meaningful way.
- Malachite Branwen - The identity born from their time with the Branwens. Rather than one specific person, this one was born from needing to adapt to and learn from the Branwen tribe as a whole. She is a ruthless bastard that resembles a purple-haired, dark-skinned, shark faunus-version of Raven Branwen. She is bloodthirsty and has the power to create portals that can summon Vernal clones en masse that follow her around. Her staff transforms into a jagged Dadao sword which she uses to tear portals into existence. By far the most well-developed identity among the non-base identities due to being the most exposed to.
- Malachite Ruang - Based on Ruby and Yang that loved weapons like they were people... to a freaky extent even Ruby didn't like. She literally flirts with weapons like they are the guys Yang flirts with. She can create rose petals that transform into weapons. Naturally, their staff... was also a gun but also had a whole hand on the end of the pole to grab another weapon with.
- Malachite Tai - An identity formed from Taiyang Xiao Long. This is an overly macho form and overly positive form that is to the point of caricature. His semblance is now the ability to end a fight in one punch. If it hits, it causes the opponent to have an overwhelming urge to surrender while if it doesn't, he loses all urge to continue fighting.
- Malachite Qrow - An identity from the few times they interacted with Qrow. It's... an oversized flightless crow with human hands with the power to make harmless but irritating pranks suddenly appear on a target. It is activated by chugging beer. The staff gains a hooked end like for a shepherd's staff which he uses to trip people with.

Background: The two brother gods actually had a third, far weaker sibling who was stuck in the Ever After when the two left. In its attempt to reach the other side, it would sacrifice much, ending up hollow on the other side. As a husk of their former self, with no identity and no will to proceed, they would move through the world aimlessly until they met a mysterious boy with green hair. Said boy was the only one who could see them. That boy was a timid yet kind lad who played with them everyday. Slowly but surely, they would latch their identity onto that boy until they became near identical. But being that the only thing the boy showed him was kindness and fun, yet they had no information on the boy apart from that the boy was named Malachite, when the boy died of sickness, a grimm called a Chill, they were left with only a caricature of that boy, a genderless green-haired immortal child with the exact mannerisms of that boy.

That was until they met Raven Branwen centuries later wherein whose tribe readily allowed him in due to Raven's Maiden powers allowing her to sense the bottomless depth of magic found within the child which not even Salem could equal. But she had a problem, Malachite was a lover, not a fighter. So she took years to break the nascent god's mind down to try and make them a soldier for her cause. But in doing so, she created a monster as Malachite Branwen emerged from the child, entering a rampage that killed a fair bit of the tribe by herself. And so, after Raven realized the dangers of trying to raise a literal god, she threw the child away on some portal, not knowing which of her acquaintance was going to have to deal with the child. Thankfully, it was a certain blonde man with blue eyes that picked them up and raised them alongside his daughters.

Name: Gigaston Gregor (formerly, Gaston Taurus)

Age: 22

Birthplace: Atlas

Specie: Cattle Faunus

Gender: Straight Male

Aura Color: Gigas Purple

Aura Level: Medium

Height: 6 ft.

Stats (in comparison to the normal Remnant hunter)
Strength: High
Speed: High
Combat IQ: Mid
Stamina: High
IQ: Mid
EQ: Mid
Pain Tolerance : Mid
Reaction Speed: High

Weapon: LeFoe: His father's sword which has a magazine slot on its hilt that allows him to create explosive bursts of dust on the blade whenever he twists the bike-handle-esque guard on the blade. It's also been angled in such a way that it launches the blade forward when he does so.

Semblance: Eclipse Shield: A semblance that manifests as the ability to completely negate damage if he is able to parry the attack at the perfect moment, presented by a bluish glyph-like barrier that appears for his eyes only. Doing so also charges his aura depending on how high the stakes of that parry was.

Other Powers: Metamorphosis: The name he calls his grimm arm. It allows him to basically do the things Cinder's grimm arm can do, Energy absorption, stretching, super strength, regenerate, but it cannot steal powers nor is it connected to Salem.

Personality: He is very warm as a person. He is very outgoing, incredibly flirty and suave. He, however, is also the lamest person you'll meet. He tries so hard to be cool that it loops back around to being dorky which loops back around again to being unironically cool sometimes.

Background: There were once twin brothers, Gaston and Adam Taurus, born to the Taurus family in the fringes of Atlas' Mantle. They were a family that managed to accrue enough wealth to become a sort of pseudo aristocracy among the people of Mantle even as Faunus. Largely due in part to his mother being a run-away Atlesian noble and his father being a former part of the Atlesian elite military. However, their tale would end in tragedy as a planned coup on his family results in his brother being taken away to the mines and his parents slaughtered. He'd escape into the icy wastelands, trying to run as best he can until his legs gave it from the cold. Eventually, he'd fall. He'd be surrounded by ice beowolves. He readied himself to be torn asunder, too weak at that point to even try and pretend like he could fight back. Instead, they stood ready for the arrival of someone else whose presence radiated such malice that even the beowolves were like worms before her.

He thought he was saved by some goddess in the ice. But he would soon find out that was nowhere the case. Instead, a sharp pain would wrack his left arm as something seemed to both eat and fuse with his arm. In truth, he was simply used as an experiment to see if Salem's machinations would work as she intended for in his arm was a grimm meant to parasitize its host and was the prototype for the grimm Cinder would use to usurp the Fall Maiden's powers. But Salem fully expected him to die. Yet he did not.

He didn't remember much more from that day, but he's since smuggled himself to Mistral and covers his grimm arm with a bandage, vowing to only ever use it when he is absolutely needed to. However, what he did not know was that during that day, he'd activate his semblance and manage to perfect parry Salem's attempts to touch his head to mind control him which also contributed to the immense pain of the arm melding with his own.

And finally, in this timeline he lives in, Adam Taurus became part of a supersoldier initiative before escaping it shortly after leading to his above average power.

Name: Platinum Redhare

Age: 22

Birthplace: Atlas

Specie: Horse Faunus

Gender: Aromantic, Bisexual, heavy-male-leaning

Aura Color: Iridescent white

Aura Level: Medium

Height: 5 ft. 6 in.

Stats (in comparison to the normal Remnant hunter)
Strength: High
Speed: Very High
Combat IQ: High
Stamina: High
IQ: Mid
EQ: Low
Pain Tolerance : Extreme
Reaction Speed: High

Weapon: Two-Pronged Formation: A bow that has a hardlight dust-reinforced bowstring that the wielder can shift into a fishing rod-like weapon which she uses for quick getaways. While it can fire most types of arrows, she also brings with her trick arrows whose entire shafts are made of hollow tubes filled with dust. Depending on the head she tips them with, they can either be used to create contact explosions of dust, dust trails or inject the dust into targets.

Semblance: Broken Glyph: Being a Schnee by blood, she has access to the family Glyphs. However, due to her manner of conception, she developed a smaller bugged version that only allows her the glyph's basic usage, essentially allowing her only the ability to create a surface which she can imbue dust into. However, due to its limitations, she learned to make it grow as a technique in her own way, allowing her to plaster it on her body, particularly as a sort of halo behind her head for her to use like a thruster or as a defensive armor of sorts. She also learned to use them like explosive mines.

Personality: Platinum is icy cold, much like Winter, however, unlike Winter, hers was born from her upbringing instead of a response to it. She's also quite inept in the matters of socialization.

Background: Shortly after having Winter, back when Willow was a spunkier woman that Jacque né Gelé had to play nice with since she was not someone to mess with, Jacque looked into options for his planned takeover of the SDC. One of those ideas was to look into a super soldier initiative in the works where he would anonymously send Willow's DNA and his to create an alternative daughter for him to use in case he needed to stage a coup.

What he didn't expect was for the mysterious research group in charge to simply mutate pre-existing faunus childrens, mostly orphans, to achieve that result. So now, there's a horse girl super soldier running around with a botched Schnee gene in her system.

Not wanting the fall-out to crash down on his future empire, he'd have the research group anonymously taken down before he'd 'buy' the Schnee horse girl. He'd then give her a made-up backstory of being of one of Nicholas' bastard children, effectively slandering his father-in-law, tarnishing their reputation and making the SDC be ripe for the taking. He'd since just throw her off to the Atlesian Academy to be used as another soldier for their cause.

Name: Gauss Grayson

Age: 16

Birthplace: New York Ghetto

Specie: Human

Gender: Straight Guy

Aura Color: Light Gray

Aura Level: Low to Medium

Height: 4 ft. 8 in.

Stats (in comparison to the normal Remnant citizen)

Strength: Low

Speed: Low

Combat IQ: Mid

Stamina: Low to Mid

IQ: High

EQ: Mid

Pain Tolerance : Low to Mid

Reaction Speed: Low

Weapon: Literally McGyvers one out of the environment. Otherwise, pure hand to hand.

Semblance: Petal Touch - His semblance allows him to do what Ruby Rose does but to surfaces he touches with SPECIFICALLY his hands. While he cannot use it to lethally scatter them forever as the petals will always gravitate towards each other, he can use it to remove friction between the user and the air, allowing him to literally launch people like they weigh nothing. He can also use it to phase into surfaces by turning them into petals of whatever color they were made of. However, it's most powerful use is in his ability to perform person to person fusion. Alas, he cannot do it to himself, but he can certainly do it to other people. He does so by turning two or more people, animals, grimm into petals and swirling them together before reforming them. While temporary, lasting only as long as his aura allows him, this is still a powerful trump card he has which allows him to create a super powerful merger which possesses the combined stat of everyone in the process as well as a wholly new semnlance born from the fusion of semblances, though in some wholly incompatible cases, the resulting fusion ends up with multiple separate semblances instead. Furthermore, while he would not dare risk the fusion of metal parts into the fusion, he is perfectly willing to accommodate clothing. He'd just need to fuse the persons and the clothes separately lest cotton fiber or denim mix with flesh. Not a good look. Finally, the fusions have a tendency of being WAY bigger than the actual fusees due to the conservation of mass in effect.

Personality: Gauss is what you would get if you created a violent cocktail between Ruby Rose herself, Natsuki Subaru, and Denji Hayakawa. So basically a damaged well-intentioned, borderline delusionally idealistic horndog who wants to do the right thing but has simping tendencies. But overall, he is a damaged individual with a low sense of self worth but cherish dearly any connections he gains.

Background: He is, in a sense, what Superboy Prime is to Ruby Rose. Physically, he is a physically stunted greyscale genderbent Ruby Rose that originated from our world. On the inside. As to how he got here... It's the tired old Isekai trope of a loser who got thrown into the world of RWBY after a freak electrical storm destroyed his computer set up. Prior to this situation, he was a regular well-functioning individual with a present and mentally sound mom and dad with stable jobs in a fairly ghetto neighborhood. He also, surprisingly had friends. Like actual friends. It was just unfortunate that around a year prior, before the start of the events that led up to him entering Remnant—during his friend's birthday, his home got caught in the middle of a gang fight, with him only surviving because he left for his friend's house. He'd quickly spiral from there, as he spent any time not doing basic things required to be alive and healthy enough to function, reading on anything Engineering and Combat based. He can't exactly use most of the things he learns since he barely understands them, particularly in combat, but his ability to do physics-based math was prodigy levels because of this. He neglected friends, socialization as a whole, and even most things regarding hygiene.

When he arrived, things got only marginally better since, at some point, Junior took him in after one of his men tried to shoo him away from the bar only to explode into black and red rose petals. Despite being a weirdo to Miltia and Melanie Malachite at the start, he became like a pseudo younger brother to them and he would do ANYTHING for them. Which... In this case, ended up being a mission to join Beacon to have eyes on the inside. Due to powerful semblance and his striking resemblance to a certain Ruby Rose, he was permitted in by Ozpin to study him.

Rn, I'm tryna draw this for my client but the way I'm drawing the face feels like it's starting to hit that AI feeling area. What's the best proof I can give that shows it was undoubtably human?

I saw someone make a "Strongest" Scritter and thought it sort of lost the plot on what Superman was supposed to be. Even in DC, he's not the strongest there is. But what he did represent was Hope. So I pooled all the comic book heroes that I feel embody hope and turned em into a Scritter who is strongest when the situation is at its most bleak.

Also this is what I think his theme song would be: https://open.spotify.com/track/7LMnommvx5prLi7nMXqwcN

For context: I'm in Philippines and it does not go in the growing temps of Peruvian Lily no matter how many AIs tell me it is one. (That being 19-21⁰ C but my place ranging between 30 - 35⁰ C)

https://wheelofnames.com/y2h-78a

I used this Excel to make it. Add as needed. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rHnEVFpAS0IMbWYzDrvsgupt_PDlaR5upmvMpkOPQoU/edit?usp=sharing

Idk what you'll use it for, but I'll use it for fusions.

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here is part 2 of the frickass comic I made