The Legend of Team NDGO

Prologue: Welcome to Beacon

A mysterious cloaked figure leans on the wall of an airship. He was one of many promising recruits headed for the esteemed huntsman academy of Beacon. A pair of orange eyes peer out from under a cheap ski mask with what looks like a human skull stitched to the front. It was just a plastic decoration but looked like the real thing. The rest of his body was completely concealed by a dark gray cloak, with orange lining on the edges. However, what little could be seen behind his gray shroud showed that he was not a man to be trifled with. His bright amber eyes scan amongst the many people in the airship, hoping to find someone worth his time. He was going to be spending the next 4 years here… Eventually, the cloaked figure’s eyes fell upon an enormous unit of a man. Even in an ocean of sore thumbs he still managed to stick out. It was likely due to his towering height, which could not be overstated. On top of his height, the man was built like an Atlesian Supercarrier. The man also had a pair of reasonably large ox horns jutting out of his forehead, he was a bull faunus. The man in the cloak quickly looks away from the ox, not wanting to start an altercation on the first day.

Desmond had his arms crossed and he scanned through the airship. Everyone here looked… beneath his expectations. Nonetheless, he kept away from large cliques which was not exactly difficult, considering most everyone on the ship made sure to leave a 5-foot perimeter around the massive bull faunus. He grunts to himself, closing his eyes. He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore all the noise around him. He takes another deep breath and waits for the ship to land finally. He was very tall, standing at roughly seven foot four inches, with dirty blonde hair, a short stubble beard, and two bright silver eyes. He also had small horns sprouting from his forehead. Clothing-wise, he had on a white sleeveless shirt layered with a dirty black trench coat, some torn black jeans, and black combat boots. On his wrists were two gauntlets, currently in their storage setting, acting more as bracelets than gauntlets. He leans his back on the wall, grimaces, and continues to try and ignore the people around him.

At the other end of the airship, a young woman with long scarlet hair tied into an elegant braid stares out the window, looking down at the City of Vale. She slowly traces her hand over her weapon, a beautifully decorated naginata. Her eyes slowly fall upon the light blue weapon, as she takes a deep breath and collapses the naginata into its storage setting. She wears a beautifully ornate dress, with vibrant reds and pinks decorating her voluptuous frame. She was especially tall for a woman, standing at exactly six feet. Unlike her color scheme, the weapon she was caressing was decorated with light blues and turquoise, with diamonds and gems decorating the shaft of the weapon. She sighs to herself before resting it on her lower back. She looks down onto the vibrant and peaceful City of Vale. Her bright red eyes traced along the roads teeming with townspeople commuting to work, children playing in the streets, and the occasional Vale patrolman making sure those kids didn’t break any laws. She closes her eyes and rests her head on the window. She isn't given long to rest her eyes before the many Holo-TVs around the inside of the airship -formerly broadcasting news of a White Fang attack on a Schnee Dust Company factory on the east side of the city- begin to broadcast the Dean of Students at Beacon Academy. In almost a second, all of the side conversations end as the woman on the screen starts talking. 

“Hello and welcome to Beacon,” she begins. Scarlett turns to look at the hologram, tilting her head slightly. “My name is Glynda Goodwitch.” 

The cloaked figure from before approaches one of the TVs, and a few students slowly step away from him. 

“You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and training to protect our world.” The hologram disappears, the news report returns, and everyone in the airship resumes their conversations.