ṙḕḊ ḶḭḲḕ ṙṏṠḕṠ ḟḭḶḶṠ ṁẏ ḊṙḕḀṁṠ, ḀṆḊ ḃṙḭṆḠṠ ṁḕ Ṯṏ Ṯḧḕ ṖḶḀḉḕ ẏṏṳ ṙḕṠṮ. . .
۰۪۫W۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫i۪۫۰۰۪۫t۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰ ۰۪۫i۪۫۰۰۪۫s۪۫۰ ۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫o۪۫۰۰۪۫l۪۫۰۰۪۫d۪۫۰ ۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰۰۪۫d۪۫۰ ۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫l۪۫۰۰۪۫w۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫y۪۫۰۰۪۫s۪۫۰ ۰۪۫y۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫r۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰۰۪۫i۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰۰۪۫g۪۫۰ ۰۪۫b۪۫۰۰۪۫u۪۫۰۰۪۫r۪۫۰۰۪۫d۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰۰۪۫d۪۫۰ ۰۪۫b۪۫۰۰۪۫y۪۫۰ ۰۪۫a۪۫۰ ۰۪۫r۪۫۰۰۪۫o۪۫۰۰۪۫y۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫l۪۫۰ ۰۪۫t۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰۰۪۫s۪۫۰۰۪۫t۪۫۰ . . .
Βlαcκ τhε βεαsτ δεscεπδs ζrοm shαδοωs. . .
ɎɆⱠⱠØ₩ ฿Ɇ₳Ʉ₮Ɏ ฿ɄⱤ₦₴ ₲ØⱠĐ. . .
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You trail your fingers over these words, gazing in wonderment; this was the poem for the legendary Team RWBY, one of the best elite teams in Beacon ever founded. Ruby Red... Weiss Schnee... Blake Belladonna... Yang Xiao Long... As well as Jaune Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren... Those were the names that everyone knew. They were true legends, fighting the Grimm until the end, ever to be engraved in history. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the footsteps behind you until the strong-and expensive- scent of coffee wafts over you, dissipating your thoughts.
"So. I take it you are one of the new students." A cool, calm voice sounds from behind you.
Whirling around, you come face to face with the Headmaster, Proffesor Ozpin. As you blush wildly and flounder about for words, he takes a sip of his coffee, pushes his spectacles further up his nose, then silences you with one brisk slash of his hand.
"No need to worry; all students come to see this plaque at least once during their years at Beacon. They were legends, were they not? Do you wish to become like them?" He asks, now focused on you. Again, dumbstruck, you can only look akin to that of a goldfish as you try to answer with something witty, coming up with nothing.
"I-I-I I Was... I-it's n-not... It's the... U-uh..." Trying and failing to answer, you silently release a sigh of relief when a severe, brown and grey haired woman walks up, high heels clicking ominously against the ground. Tapping on the hologram clipboard that she carried, Glynda Goodwitch, assistant headmaster, glared at Proffesor Ozpin - as usual - then points at you.
"You seem to have forgotten that this is a new student of Beacon, headmaster." She says, a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm tingeing her words. "And you have also seem to forgot that you are also supposed to be doing introductions.... For the new students of beacon." Raising an eyebrow and looking at Professor Ozpin expectantly, she taps her foot on the ground, each crack making you wince, as if you were next to a loaded gun.
"Ah, yes; in my old age, my memory seems to have failed me. My apologies." Professor Ozpin says, as smooth as ever, and turns to you with an apologetic smile accompanied by a hand held out to offer a handshake. "I am proud to announce that you will be attending this prestigious school this year, training to be one of the best... Among the best. Welcome to Beacon Academy."
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OOC Note:
Hello, welcome, and thank you for looking at my RWBY fandom roleplay! So glad to have you here! ^^ This takes place roughly thirty years after Team RWBY and JNPR; the lovely headmasters are still... Headmasters, obviously, though they've gotten slightly long in the tooth. This will be about your journey to become one of the elite teams in Beacon, eventually going out into the real world; I will set a series of tests and etc. Along the way.
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