Team CMSN (Crimson) - Character Introduction

Character Introduction 1 - Crim Scriven

Hello and welcome to my Character Introduction.

This is a four-part collection of character shorts, introducing the four main protagonists of The_Hobbits (me) RWBY Fanfic. RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth and the people who created it. All I'm doing is adding a bit of a different story, trying to give my spin on things. In this short collection, I experimented heavily, trying to find my style of writing, so you will see the way the stories are written change as you go. Feel free to leave feedback, so I can improve my writing and storytelling. These stories will include violence, blood, and romance. So read at your own discretion!

But now, I hope you enjoy!

The chilling wind blew through the narrow alleys of Mistral's underworld. It was an unusually cold night for spring. You bury your chin inside your coat, trying to keep as much of your body's warmth inside as possible.

You knew your goal, so you headed straight towards it, ignoring all the drunks, the beggars, and the criminals. They were small fish, unlike the person you were headed to. Roman Torchwick, one of the bigger crime lords in the area. You saw he was looking for new Goons, perfect to earn a bit of cash. You really needed it to, even though the thought bothered you. Helping a criminal like him wasn't something you would do voluntarily. You wanted to be a huntsman, fight for the people. But fate had a different path set up for you.

As you approach the building the meeting was supposed to be held, one of the guards raised his rifle. It wasn't special. Just your standard assault rifle. You didn't really care. As you reach behind you to pull out your weapon you see the two men guarding the door get more agitated. Then it happens. You reach into nothing. Your weapon isn't there. As realization strikes you, you feel a stinging pain on your side.

And then you're awake. Laying next to your bed, on the ground. It was a dream, and you tried to figure out why it was such a vivid one. As you lifted yourself back up, you see the tv in your room flicker. The news was running and there was a report about another dust robbery. "I guess I fell asleep again watching the new episode of 12 Little Roosters...", you mumbled to yourself.

You faulted your semblance for the vividness of your dream. It tends to do that. It gives you the power to see things that aren't there, or at least not there yet. It heightens your perception, fueling your senses and giving you a stronger vision, hearing, which probably influenced you in your sleep, and even a stronger sense of smell, giving off the illusion that you're able to see the future. Even if you don't. All of that combined made it feel like the wind was actually blowing through your hair. It also often manifested itself by showing you your fears. This time it was your dream being of being a Huntsman get shattered, next time it'll probably be someone you care about dying, or worse...

"Pancakes are ready!", the voice belonged to your mother. Still tired and sore from falling out of your bed, you started to make your way downstairs.

You see your family already sitting and eating. Well, your mother and brother. Your sister is away at Signal and your father on a mission. You seat yourself at your spot not saying anything. It was too early to have a conversation. However, your mother didn't seem to care much about that. "Today's the big day. My little baby is going to beacon! Aren't you excited?", she asked. All you do was a nod in agreement. "Do you have your stuff packed? Pajamas, toothpaste, weapons." "Mom, everything's ready. Trust me. I'm ready to go.", you realized that you may have sounded a bit harsh. But you didn't really care. In your head, you were already on your way to Beacon.

Absentminded you finished eating your pancakes, without saying much you returned to your room. Standing in front of a mirror, you put on your crimson red armor. You liked dark shades of colors, with your armor being that crimson red, with some black parts to it. Your hair being straight up black, like the night would be, if the moon wouldn't share it's light with Remnant. The only thing not matching the color scheme were your eyes. You were often bothered by the light pink color, which is why you decided to wear lenses. As you put them in, the colors of your irises turned to a darker shade. Not crimson, but dark enough to give you the much-needed confidence to leave the house. As you grabbed your weapons, lovingly named "Croí and Animo", which is something your father would often say. It means Heart and Soul, and he'd always lecture you and your siblings: "That's the only difference between a Huntsman and a Grimm. Only one of the two actually has those traits."

You sigh. You were sad you wouldn't be able to say goodbye to him before leaving for the airship that would get you to the school. You place the two crowbar-looking weapons to your sides. Amino would hang from your belt to the left and Croí from the right. Once you made sure you had everything you grabbed your duffle bag and went to leave. Before you stepped out of the room you've lived in for the past 16 years, you turn around to take a last look. You smiled.

Heading downstairs you said goodbye to your brother and your mother, who still reminded you to not forget to brush your teeth. She means well you thought as you stepped out the door. You put on headphones and start walking, listening to the playlist on your scroll. You had to smile as one of your favorite songs came on. "Time to say goodbye" by "Casey Lee Williams". It's entirely possible that you might have a bit of a crush on her... But that didn't really matter right then, as you hummed along making your way to the Airship stop.