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R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Rowan D. Valinn

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”Well, I dunno about him, but my teeth fall out every couple o’ weeks. See?”

Rowan, intrigued by the conversation taking place, turned to witness the shark Faunus reach into her mouth and rip out a tooth. What followed was a mouthful of blood, and the look of pure satisfaction on the Faunus’ face. He chuckled at the sight of the girl. He wasn’t too sure whether he was supposed to be impressed or disturbed, so he went with impressed. She must be tougher than James "Jack-ass" Ironwood to mutilate her own body like that.

The commotion from the newest arrival’s entrance settled as he became fascinated with the antlers of one of the Faunus. Rowan, unlike most of the wealthy in Atlas, never discriminated against the Faunus. Growing up, most of the staff in his house were Faunus. They were always kind to him, no matter the circumstances. In fact, until he went to combat school, many of the staff were his only source of social interaction. Friendships blossomed between him and the staff. His parents didn't approve, but they didn't stop it, either.

Rowan noticed the tall, dark-haired man break away from the group of students. He approached Rowan, taking note of his gloves.

”Please do tell me that that isn't your only weapon, sir, or you’re going to embarrass whatever you throw your first punch at.” The boy trailed off, mumbling something about Rowan’s height. Rowan was about to respond, but the man in front of him quickly regained his composure.

”My apologies for that. I forget myself and my stature sometimes… the name’s Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka. Vlad for short. And yourself?”

“I’m Rowan. Rowan Dmitri Valinn, if you want to get formal. I can’t even count how many times people have commented on my rather... lacking weapon," Rowan gave Vlad a quizzical look, "But what I don’t understand is why so many other Huntsmen feel the need to have such extravagant weapons. Are they compensating for something? Because let me tell you, I definitely don’t need to compensate for anything. I’ve got all I need, right here,” He said as he flexed his arms. While he was an ant compared to the giant standing before him, Rowan was well toned, and it showed.

@BCTheEntity

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

I'll get a response in as soon as I have access to a computer.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Larfleeze? Is he still going to be joining us?

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Posted, and managed to incorporate Rowan! :D

@Mr Allen J

Yeah, I've had him in the background for the most part, so far. I kind of forgot that he's supposed to be this super social, extroverted dude. I'll be sure to work that into my future posts.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Don't worry, @ReaptheMusic. I'm never gonna give you up. I'll never let you down. I'll never run around, or desert you. I'll never make you cry. I'll never say good bye. I won't tell a lie. I won't hurt you.
But for real, though. I don't plan on jumping ship this early. I just hope the others feel the same.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

@ReaptheMusic Ah, ok. That makes sense. Looking back, I see that you literally wrote student assistant. My mind must have just blanked on that, since in the show she's an actual professor. My bad.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Quick question: Are we going to be getting any cameos from Team STRQ? I feel like we're probably roughly around their time at school, so it'd be cool to have them kind of mirror CFVY, like being an advanced team or something.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

@ReaptheMusic I quite liked Rood's extravagant entrance. I get the feeling he's going to be quite the badass.

@Yuritopia We need you, mate. I summon thee! You've only got one shot, one opportunity. You gonna capture it, or just let it slip?? _{Mom's Spaghetti}

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Rowan D. Valinn

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Rowan finished applying the Dust on his gloves. He put them on, curling his fingers over the warm fabric. To give them a little test, Rowan punched his hands together, setting off a small explosion. The Dust wasn’t meant to be the power of his attacks; it was simply meant to knock his opponent off guard. It was, however, his only viable way of fighting Grimm. His Semblance only activated against creatures with an Aura, which Grimm severely lacked. This meant his fighting style changed depending on the nature of the battle. Against Grimm, he offered more raw strength. Rowan handled humans with much more finesse than the Grimm.

Satisfied with his gloves, Rowan started to approach the two professors, intending on getting some answers as to what they were going to be doing. He was turned off of that idea, though, when Professor Goodwitch cracked her riding crop at the two students in front of her.

“Probably don’t want to get on her bad side,” He muttered to himself. The professor was surprisingly intimidating. She didn’t immediately come across as threatening, but Rowan developed a sense of fear after witnessing her so casually disciplining the two students.

Rowan felt a sudden breeze, followed by a loud humming. It gradually grew louder, causing Rowan to look up. The sight of a large aircraft made Rowan bring his arms up to shield his face. Loose leaves and sticks flew from the source of the gust. The aircraft turned to have its side face the group of students, revealing a young man hidden behind shadow. The shadow was not able to completely mask his appearance, though. His lower half was covered in armor, but his upper half was completely bare, save for what appeared to be red paint. The man jumped from the aircraft, his armor producing a loud clatter as he landed. The man walked with a purpose, and that purpose was probably to commit unspeakable acts upon the group in front of him.

“Hey, anyone know if this guy is going to kill us?!” He half-shouted over the sounds of the aircraft. As if he were answering his question, Professor Ozpin went up to the student and shook his hand. Rowan lowered his arms as the winds from the aircraft settled.

“Aw man, I kind of wanted to fight,” He said. He didn’t intend for anyone to hear it, but he made no effort to say it quietly. Rowan started getting antsy, itching for a fight. Whether it was Grimm or human, he anticipated the moment he would be able to release some steam.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

I realized yesterday as I was making my post that Rowan is the shortest of the group. I'm not really sure why I made him so short. Could allow for some humorous situations later on, though.