The Ghost
Inside a warehouse in vale there was a Faunus family being held hostage by three armed men. One of the men set up a camera and gave another one a thumbs up, the man armed with a pistol grabbed a little girl with white cat ears and pulled her towards the camera.
"Listen up, friends!" the man shouted at the camera.
"We have suffered from the White Fang for too long! We must act now!" he shouted. The little cat girl began to cry.
"Please! I wanna go home!" the man tugged at her arm.
"Shut up!" he looked towards the camera again and continued speaking.
"We got to protect our kind! We can't trust anyone else to do this! We must…."
The man was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. He motioned to the two other men to check it out. The two others took assault rifles and walked towards the sound. One of them bent down and found a dead body.
"Oh man, it's Jimmy. He's dead."
"What? What happened?"
"It looks like he… Ahhhh!"
A white figure jumped down and landed on the two guards. The figure stood up and removed two blades from the dead guards in the process; the blades disappeared as they went into his wrist. The gunman could not get a good look at the figure, all he saw was a young man with his face hidden in a hood, but for some reason he could remember a description matching him.
"You. You're that ghost, right?" he said as his hands started shaking.
The hooded man said nothing and started to walk forward. Terrified, the gunman pulled his gun to the cat girls head.
"Don't come any closer! I will…"
He was silenced as the hooded man raised his left arm up and a loud "Pow" was heard. The gunman fell with a bullet hole in his skull. The hooded man knelt down and placed his hand on the girls shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a calm voice.
"Yes, thank you mister." she smiled at him.
She ran towards her parents and hugged them as the hooded man walked towards the door and forced it open so they could leave. He escorted them to the city where they said their thanks and returned home. The man walked up to a park bench and sat down with his elbows on his knees and his chin rested in his hands. He was in deep thought until someone approached him and spoke.
"You have been quite busy young man." the person said.
The hooded man looked up and saw the man had gray hair, glasses, wearing a green suit, and walked with a cane.
"Professor Ozpin." the man said.
"May I sit here?" Ozpin asked.
"Be my guest." the man said.
Ozpin nodded and sat down on the bench. He looked towards the young man and smiled.
"You have been busy this past year. Helping faunus, protecting civilians from White Fang, and the occasional Grimm encounter. Very impressive for a man your age."
"I do what everyone expects me to do." The man stated.
"You mean, 'what your grandfather expects you to do.'" Ozpin corrected him.
The man tensed up, "How do you know?"
"It helps to know what motivates potential students to help them along."
"Students?" the man asked.
"Yes, I am giving you the opportunity to join Beacon Academy to become a hunter." Ozpin told him.
"I don't need to become a hunter to continue my work." The man said.
"I urge you to think about it. Do you think you can accomplish anything by yourself?" Ozpin asked.
The man sat in silence.
"You may be the grandson of Roberto Lombardi, but without any training you might as well be playing dress up. Some people even think you are his ghost."
"He worked hard for a peaceful world with my grandmother; his dream will not fade because of his death." The man said.
"I respect that you wish to make his dream a reality, but know that you are not the only one willing to work for it. Many students in Beacon share your vision and will be glad to help." Ozpin said.
The man sat in silence, deep in thought. He turned and faced Ozpin.
"Very well, I'll go." He said and stood up.
"Excellent, I'll have a dust plane waiting for you in the morning." Ozpin said.
"Just one thing, no uniforms." The man said.
"Pardon?" Ozpin asked while raising an eyebrow.
"I've seen the uniforms the students wear. They look good, but they are not my style."
"Really?" Ozpin asked.
"I prefer clothes that let me move freely." The man said.
Ozpin chuckled and smiled. "Just like your grandfather, no sense of fashion."
The man shrugged his shoulders" It's in my genes I guess."
Ozpin looked at the young man as he walked away.
"Hm. Kyle Everett, he is a lot like him in many ways." Ozpin looked up into the starry sky.
"You would have been very proud of him, Roberto."
OC Profile
Name: Kyle Everett
Age: 17
Weapons: Hidden blades under his wrist, small pistol under his left blade, two flintlock pistols on his sides, and two cutlasses with triggers for firing bullets.
Appearance: He wears a white coat with blue trimmings on his wrist and his lower torso. He usually keeps his white hood on and conceals his face. Under his hood he has short cut dark brown hair and blue eyes. Under his coat he wears a plain black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes with green stripes on them.
Family: Colton Everett (Father/deceased), Caroline Everett (Mother/deceased), Roberto Lombardi (Grandfather on mothers side/deceased), Sabina Lombardi (Grandmother on mothers side/deceased)
Short History: Kyle has lived a normal childhood with his parents and Grandfather. He spent most of his time with his grandfather listening to stories of how he and his grandmother fought for peace between human and faunus. Kyle was surprised to learn he was part faunus since his grandmother was an eagle faunus and his mother was half faunus even though it didn't show on her. When he was fifteen his house was burned to the ground with his family inside and his grandfather fighting a human radical group, he was struck down and left for dead. Kyle's grandfather told him to not let this event break him and try to grow up as a man. Kyle trained himself for a year learning how to fight and move like his grandfather taught him. He spent the next two years fighting against the White Fang to protect innocents as well as helping the faunus whenever he can.
