Team RVER

Prologue

The roaring engines of airships were heard as they traveled to one place, Beacon Academy. Inside the airships were teenagers at the age of 17 or close to that age, heading off to the prestigious academy to become huntsmen or huntresses.

Inside one of them is a 17-year-old female, wearing a dark gray zip-up hoodie with a light gray shirt underneath, black pants, and boots. The shirt was tucked inside her pants and on the buckle of her belt was her emblem, more specifically, her family's emblem. She had no armor on, quite the contrast from the rest of the people with her in the airship. Despite this, her weapon rested on her lower back, in its inactive state, while a quiver rested on her side.

She possesses an air of quiet strength that commands respect which causes others in the airship to glance at her from time to time. Her tanned complexion bears the mark of a seasoned adventurer, hinting at countless hours under the sun. Framing her face is a cascade of jet-black hair, sleek and purposeful, falling in graceful waves despite being in a ponytail. Her eyes, a rich shade of brown, hold a mesmerizing secret for those who look closely. Upon careful inspection, a subtle hint of red dances within her irises, adding a touch of mystique to her gaze. They gleam with a fierce determination that mirrors her unwavering commitment as she stared out the window of the airship.

There is also a 17-year-old male lynx faunus inside the same airship. He wore white pants, a light blue shirt, and brown boots. His armor consisted of half a chest plate, a left pauldron, and a lower vambrace, he also had a belt that held a pouch for his shotgun ammunition, and a pencil. He wore an armband that had his family's emblem on his right arm.

His heritage causes him to possess a pair of pointed, tufted ears that sit atop his head, adding a touch of wild elegance to his appearance. These ears twitch and swivel with an alertness, attuned to even the faintest of sounds. His skin boasts a warm, golden tan that seems to catch the light just so, radiating a healthy vitality. His eyes, a brilliant shade of cerulean blue, are sharp and perceptive, like the endless expanse of a clear summer sky. His head is crowned with a tousle of dark, midnight-blue hair that cascades in untamed waves, adding an air of wildness to his appearance. He carries himself with an air of confidence and purpose, a keen observer of the world around him.

Inside another airship, a 16-year-old female stood amongst the others. She wore a lilac purple dress that did not pass her knees, white flats, and a white jacket. She wore a chest plate, lower vambraces, paleyn, and rebraces for her armor. Her weapon was strapped to her back. Her emblem was stamped on the left rebrace.

Her skin is porcelain-pale, like the soft glow of moonlight on a clear night. Framing her face is a cascade of light purple hair, a shade reminiscent of blooming lavender fields in spring. Her eyes, a captivating shade of dark gray, hold a depth that seems to hold a universe of secrets. They are expressive, yet there's a hint of mystery within them, like a mist-covered forest waiting to be explored. It was obvious that she carries herself with a graceful poise, moving with an air of quiet confidence.

Within another airship stood a different 17-year-old male. He wore an orange long-sleeved shirt, black pants, brown boots, and a black and orange bandana around his neck. His armor consisted of lower vambraces, greaves, counters, and poleyn. His weapon was inactively resting on his hip as he stared out the window, watching the scenery as it passed by.

His tanned skin bears testament to hours spent outdoors, a testament to his adventurous spirit. A crown of brown hair frames his face, neatly tousled, giving him an approachable yet confident demeanor. The most arresting feature, however, is his gaze. His eyes are a mesmerizing fusion of red and brown, a captivating swirl of hues that seem to hold depth and intensity. They carry a certain enigma, hinting at depths of emotion and experience. In his presence, there's an undeniable confidence tempered with a quiet kindness.

A mesmerizing sight was to behold as the airships flew closer to the academy. Then a hologram of one of the staff appears on the windows, welcoming the students to Beacon. After what seemed like hours, when in reality it was mere minutes, the airships landed at their destination and passengers began to exit.

"Well... Welcome to Beacon." mumbled by one of the four mentioned teens

All the students made their way to the amphitheater, where they were met with the headmaster of the academy, Professor Ozpin. After a speech, they were designated to sleep within the ballroom. That night everyone was in their sleepwear preparing to fall into their slumber.

One of the teens walked the halls from the bathroom, seeing as she just finished changing because of the sheer number of students. While walking she rubbed her eyes, trying to stay awake a little longer. While doing so she bumped into someone, causing her to stumble. Looking at the person, she notices it was a guy who she bumped into.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Guess sleep just wanted to take over"

The young man stared at her silently before bringing out his scroll and began typing. She looked at him questioningly, before he turned the screen to face her. She read the context of the message and her eyes widened slightly in realization.

"Oh, so that's why... Sorry if that sounded offensive. Anyway, I'm Rinni Bellereve, and you are?"

The young man once again typed in his scroll before turning it to her.

"Well, Rhys Carlson, it's nice to meet you. I hope we get along" Rinni said with a smile

Rhys just nodded before the two began to walk silently back to the ballroom, before separating to go to their sleeping bags. After all, they do need all the energy that they can get for tomorrow's initiation test.