Male V Reader x RWBY

Prologue

Bio:

Class and Race: Human Hunter.

Build: Edgerunner

Stats:

Body : 3
Reflexes: 12
Technical Ability: 18
Intelligence: 20
Cool: 18

For those new to the story. This was voted on, it's not random. Just a heads up.

Enjoy!
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You stare at your Shade identification in your hands as you sat ontop of a building, overlooked the rest of Vacuo. You sigh, running your thumb along the ID reading your name (Y/n) Vincent (L/n) while waiting patiently. What for? A call from the headmaster of steroids himself, Theodore. You see a symbol of three swords appear in the top right corner of your eye.

(Y/n): Speak of the devil.

You answer the call and see Theodore pop up in the little window where his symbol was. The headmaster of Shade academy had dark, close cut hair which was almost shaved off, and he was also shirtless. You shiver at the sight.

(Y/n): You DO know shirts exist still right?

You say. Slightly worried for the headmaster's mental health.

Theodore: Of course I do V! Nothing like showing off the results of intense training!

You cough.

(Y/n): Yeah. Except that you do it everyday. You did it at the initiation speech too.

Theodore let's put a hefty laugh. You tap your right cheek as you leaned into your hand. Theodore starts flexing his right and left biceps. You sigh getting impatient.

(Y/n): Please tell me my request didn't get replaced by one of your workout regimes.

Theodore stops flexing and sighs.

Theodore: I did what I could. Your background has been completely erased from any record but your ID should still get you out of SOME trouble. At least until you leave the kingdom. For your sake, I hope you don't turn out like Carmine...

You roll your eyes.

(Y/n): Yeah yeah. If I see her I'll tell her ya said that.

You joke as you stand up and put your hands in your pockets.

Theodore: Just be careful trying to get out of Vacuo.

(Y/n): I know.

Theodore: Oh and V. If you ever see any of the headmasters. Tell them to keep their heads up. Oh, and that I said hi.

You stare out at the desert as he hangs up. You hear a glitching sound and look to your left to see a black long haired man with glasses and a black vest with a dog tag around his neck. He also had black jeans and his left arm was completely robotic.

???: Finally getting out of this sandy shitfest of a kingdom?

You sigh and look back out to desert. This was Johnny Silverhand. World famous rockstar and terrorist. He only started appearing in your head recently. You had no idea what he wanted or why he was stuck in your head. He got on your nerves a lot.

Johnny: What? No answer? Your parents would be ashamed.

(Y/n): Fuck you.

Johnny scoffs at your response.

Johnny: Very mature. Still, good to see my influence has stuck with a few people.

Johnny says before he appear in front of you and raises his hand which somehow made you raise your hand.