In this story, Jaune Arc is immortal, I will be using a mixture of OC, SCP 1440, and other sources for Jaune's character, no he will not have Crocea Mors. It also contains spoilers for volume 6, so if you don't like spoilers then don't read this until you've caught up.

Since the beginning of time, there have always been elements separating mortals from gods. But, what happens when the most important one is severed. Man behind to realize that maybe they should have stayed on their pedestal.

The continent of Anima, 4979 years before the founding of team Rwby

Jaune Arc's Perspective

Jaune Arc, the first Arc, a proud knight willing to serve and protect his people. Salem, a woman preaching about how she stole immortality, had managed to rally three kingdoms to battle against the gods. What foolishness, he would have preferred to stay and protect the commoners from the bandits and stray Grimm that roam around the kingdom, instead he was forced to scout ahead with many others to find out what the gods had done.

"This is boring," I say quite annoyed by my king's choice of action. "Come on Jaune, you have said that five times already" was the response from the scout sent by the queen of the thieve's outreach. "Yeah shut up, I want to live for eternity," said the brutish man for the far northern kingdom. "Well excuse me for not wanting to have immortality" came my snarky response. "Why not? You could become the world's greatest warrior with it" questioned the northern warrior. "Because I have others at home I want to spend my life with instead of leaving them behind for a life of battle and greed" I retorted. "Quiet both of you, I see the older brother's shrine," said the thieve's scout.

We all stop in our tracks as we see the gates to the shrine, open and unguarded. "Well, I'd say its best for us to just leave now and tell the others about this," I say trying to be the sense of reason. "Or maybe we should go and take the immortality for ourselves," said the northerner, destroying my hopes of leaving. "Yeah, we can do that just as easily as that peasant woman" stated the thieve, burying my hopes even farther down while simultaneously showing me that neither of the two had seen the woman known as Salem.

As the pair began dragging me with them for their believed loot we all began experiencing a terrible feeling. Which was promptly ignored by the two others as they continued dragging me towards the pool surrounding the tree.

"Alright, so where is the peasant stole from the gods, let's get started" stated the northerner. I look to my right to find the thieve muttering about taking immortality first then dumping our bodies off a cliff. This worried me, but not as much as it should have. We were soon interrupted by two figures appearing from the pool. One made of light with a pair of antlers, maybe horns, on its head. While the other was made of darkness with a pair of curved horns pointing out of his head. The two brothers approached us before the younger one spoke. "Why have you come here mortals ?" questioned the brother of darkness. Before I could hopefully defuse the situation my two associates spoke up. "We demand immortality, a peasant woman stole it from you two, so why don't we deserve it" spoke the pair simultaneously not even realizing how deep of a grave they were digging. "Immortality you say, why do you seek it," asked the younger of the two, malice deep in his voice. "Some woman preached it to us, showed us that you gods are not above us mortals" spoke the northerner. "Then you shall receive a gift" spoke the younger, ignoring the words of prevention from the older one.

Before my very eyes, the two others had begun glowing, their faces reveling in the power coursing through them. Before their faces began to show pain as screams echoed from them and they began to age, age too quickly, their skin turning to dust, their clothes disappearing, and their screams edged into the back of my mind as all that remained was ash and dust.

"Now mortal who preached to you about her immortality," asked the older. "Ah... Ah A woman by the name of Salem, she came in saying she stole immortality from you two" I say getting onto my knees in hopes of not angering the two gods. "She asked anyone to prove her wrong. I witnessed her survive each hit, I had been asked to take her head off with my very blade, it didn't even pierce her skin. She began talking, saying you two were weak, demanding that we could take immortality for ourselves." I finish. "Quite a brave choice mortal, but a foolish one at that" answered the older one. "For your insolance, you must be punished" concluded the younger one.

Before I could resist I felt the two entering my mind, searching for a punishment worthy of my heresy. When it stopped I was quickly grabbed by the younger one and thrown into the pool. I feel an aura surrounding me, it felt calming but failed to ease my dread for its purpose. As I was soon dragged out I felt new. "What have you done ?" I ask with dread filling my voice. "You feared spending your life without those you love so you shall outlive all" answered the younger one. I looked down as I begin to grasp the severity of the situation. I begin to stand before staring at the two, feeling both undeserving yet still deserving of my punishment. "Unlike the trial, Salem must go through in order to undo her immortality, you shall simply disappear never know what death is," said the older one as he threw me out of the shrine.

I hit the ground with much force before feeling a loss of consciousness.

Continent of Anima, 2 hours later

Jaune Arc's perspective

I awoke to a searing pain surging throughout my entire body, an intense burn of magic energy scorching my self. I look up to see my surroundings, a peaceful forest, this does not ease my worries.

My train of thought was soon interrupted by a beam of spiraling light and darkness shooting into the sky and destroying part of the moon. I gasp as the realization that the gods have abandoned us.

I soon begin to recover and return to the kingdom, the trek more than likely take me several hours to arrive.

3 hours later

I finally return to the kingdom, the streets empty and the homes silent. My hopes quickly being buried deeper and deeper. The feeling of dread flooding back.

I begin running towards my home, pushing through abandoned carts and market stalls. My heart dropping from what I fear has happened to those I care about.

I break down the door of my house and begin searching, fear shadowing my logic. I open the door to Violette's room and to my horror, there is nothing.

Her crib empty, and filled with dust. My heart drops as tears fill my eyes at the realization of what has happened. I begin to frantically search throughout the house for evidence of either of them.

I drop to my knees as I have found nothing but one picture, one drawn skillfully several months ago.

Showing me in the background, hands-on my wife, Ellisa's, shoulders. Ellisa was a kind woman, blonde hair, green eyes, a set of wolf ears atop her head. She was smiling as she clutched Violette close to her chest. Violette, my firstborn, only a few months old, blonde hair and wolfs ears atop her head, her eyes being a deep cyan deferring her from either of us. She was holding onto one of my hands while her other arm was hugging her mother.

Tears stream down as memories of the two begin to flow through my brain. "NO," I say in desperation. "NO !" I begin to repeat as more tears flow down my cheeks and stain the floor below. I soon realize who was responsible for this, the woman who manipulated our leaders, convinced us to commence war upon our gods. "SALEM !" I say with deep malice in my voice for what she has done. I remove the picture from the frame and begin heading out.

As soon as I leave the doorway the Grimm surround me, attracted by the sheer negativity emanating from myself. I look to see the swarm amassing around me, and instead of a fear of death, I feel only anger. I look at my picture once more and allow the memories to return and calm. Tears stop flowing as the anger of loss took control, I look over to the Grimm and put the picture into my coat. I draw my sword and with a roar of anger, I charge forward.

The first of the Grimm, an alpha Beowulf, charged forward. Its jaw open and ready to bite down. I bring my sword clean through the middle of the jaws, separating the top and bottom half of the alpha Beowulf by its jaws. I charge towards the rest, swinging Draco Dente in wide arcs to maximize the damage. I was soon stopped by an Ursa major pressing its paws onto the broad side of my sword. I remove my left hand from the grip and bring the fist towards the Ursa's open maw, aura flowing throughout the fist.

When the fist made contact it was only a split second before the ursa's entire side vaporized. I look at my hand before forming a fist. "Hmm... Probably absorbed some kinetic force from the crash" I say opening my fingers once more. I look out to see more Grimm amassing for another assault. I raise my blade once more and prepare for their next siege.

Confusion reaches me as the Grimm begin to back away and rush back into the darkness. I was left with little time to recover as a massive shadow looms over me. I look to see an elder nevermore, clad in a multitude of bone armor and completely white in color.

"Alright world, keep throwing these hardships at me, see how I turn out in the end," I say to myself in annoyance of my situation.

The nevermore cawed before launching a flurry of sharpened feathers, breaking the many buildings, streets, and walls of the town with several of them hitting me but doing nothing. I stared at the ancient Grimm, grinning as I realize just how dangerous I now am.

I quickly begin charging as much aura as I can into my blade, it emanating a strong flame of pure white aura. I begin swinging the sword at an angle to maximize the force as the aura is fired off from the sword. The force from the shot shattering the sound barrier as it traveled towards its intended target. The nevermore was only capable of realising a small cry before the force from the kinetic energy left a massive hole clean through its torso.

I have a realization that if I have survived this disaster then the very woman responsible for it may have survived as well. I chuckle thinking of how I'm going to make her suffer for her actions. "I may not be capable of killing her, but I sure as hell will make her suffer," I say as I begin to walk out of the kingdom with revenge on my mind and anger in my movement.

Continent of Anima

Jaune Arc's perspective

I began running, I have no idea where she could be but I will not stop until I find her, however long that may take.

'So I continued my journey, trekking through all known sorts of territory. From freezing tundras to burning deserts I kept searching. Every kingdom I found was as empty as before, adding more fuel to the fire of my vengeance. This would soon be rewarded as I finally tracked down my prey'.

Three months later

Every day was the same, wake up, track her, slaughter Grimm, eat, sleep, and repeat. It was quite torturous and aggravating to discover that my kingdom was not the only area that was affected. Every castle, every village, and every home, empty. I had recently found tracks showing a direct proceeding from the older brother's shrine and it had given me the lead I needed to finally find that bitch and make her eternal life hell.

I find myself nearing the edge of prosperous lands and getting closer to gates of chaos and darkness. I soon find myself at a cliff overlooking a small ravine that is just at the border of the two territories, the best place to enact an ambush. I just have to wait now as the sun was beginning to set as darkness replaced the orange of the sky. I didn't let the darkness impede me as I began setting a myriad of traps throughout the ravine to catch her. When I was finished it looked less like a ravine and more like a kill pit. Now all I had to do was wait.

Unknown time later

My attention was soon diverted from the ravine to the dark side of the world. An area of corruption and evil, bred and created in the younger brother's image.

My musings were soon cut short as I hear the sounds of footsteps in the ravine. I look down to find Salem running through the darkness setting off any trap she gets close to. I spring into action and using my semblance I kick a large boulder into the exit of the ravine, trapping Salem as I run down to the other side. I bring my blade up as I descend down into the ravine, intent on my revenge.

Salem's face edged with surprise as a hit the ground where she lay but a minute before, with my sword stabbing right where her head would be. "How I thought I was the only one left ?" she asks surprised and scared. Instead of anwsering, I charge forward, my aura being pumped into my legs rapidly, and I grab her by the throat before throwing her into the Ravine wall.

"Wait, stop, I'm not your enemy, why are you doing this ?" she asked, choking out each response as my hand tightened over her neck. "You know exactly why I'm doing this," I say, intense bloodlust in each word. Her eyes shift to fear as she soon realizes who I am.

"But I didn't do it, the gods did, they did this" she cried out as I began to bash her harder and harder into the ravine wall. "That's where you wrong, I know how you gained immortality, why you told us to attack the gods, and I know that you caused all this death yourself" I answer. "What, why, why would a knight like yourself take all this trouble into persuing me a false alligations" she demanded, fear still prevalent in her eyes.

"Because," I say, in a cold aggravated voice. "Because why ?" she begins to beg. "Because you took everything from me. My life, My kingdom, my people, and my family. You took all that from me and now you must face punishment" I say as I bring the tip of my blade to her jugular.

No one's perspective

Before the blade could make a cut into her neck, Salem used fire magic to get Jaune to let go of her before firing it at full blast towards him. He soon backs away before preparing for another assault, charging more aura into his legs, while Salem's eyes begin to glow and magic covers her entire body, as many elements begin to form rings around her as a defense.

Jaune Arc's perspective

I quickly begin charging more aura into my legs to enact my backup plan, as the witch begins to use all her magic as a way to keep me away from her.

I soon charge forward with a mighty roar as kinetic energy is discharged from my legs and my blade is once more covered in a flaming white aura.

The witch charges forward as well, massive charges of various magic types being thrown my way as I barrel through it all to get my target. I swing my blade putting every last bit of absorbed energy into it before discharging it at point-blank range.

This catches the witch off guard as she wasn't expecting that much force from a simple attack, but she recovers and lifts several of the boulders within the ravine before throwing them at me with magic.

My white flames of aura begin to darken, changing from pure white to pitch black as all the magic in the area dissipates completely, leaving the witch in awe as her only way of attack has been cut off.

I tackle her to the ground and begin to unload a series of brutal punches as the gauntlets tear into her aura but doing nothing in the end.

She kicks me off before fleeing from my wrath and speaking into the night "I have lost everything as well, so if you want me dead then I'll do it myself". I was incapable of hearing this as I screamed into the night sky with pure rage "SALEMMM !".

'I continued to wander, continued to look for her. But when I found her again, she was different. She had thought that the pure chaotic destruction within the younger brother's pool could kill her, it didn't, she was corrupted by darkness and I was on a new journey, one to find a way to kill her'.

'My journey, however, was soon sidetracked. As a remnant of what was once humanity spawned from the dust of the past. I myself had no idea where they came from, but they were there. Kingdoms were built and destroyed. Faunus, once seen as equals and great allies, were now being caged like actual animals'.

'I watched and waited as times change, populations grow, and Grimm attack'.

'I took a small break from my journey to rebuild the Arc clan, I married a kind woman and had several children, however, when she discovered my immortality she drove me away in fear of our children. I accepted this. But on two conditions; she, her children, and all their descendants are to keep the Arc's name. And that the clan keeps Draco Dente. Though they soon melted and reforged Draco Dente into a sword and shield known as Cocrea Mors, I should have been angry, but I soon got over it and gained a new blade, one just as good'.

'I soon watched as many legends began to form throughout Remnant. Warriors of silver eyes leading battles against Grimm. Four Maidens gaining the abilities of magic. Relics of old appearing and being hidden away'.

'I watched all this and a thought occurred, the witch will use these. I began to keep track of the silver-eyed warriors. I met each reincarnation of the maidens and assigned them the guard each relic. Soon other groups followed my lead and worked to cover up the knowledge of the legends. As technology became the crutch that magic once filled. Semblances and aura, once only used by the most elite and noble, now being used by every and all that fight the Grimm. I have watched all this and shall continue to watch this. I modernized, armed myself with modern toys, let my training continue, but I never stopped searching, searching for a way to kill the witch, then take my own life'.

Character description

Name: Jaune Arc

Age: 21

Species: Human

Height: 5.11 ft

Weight: 127 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Combat Style: Mixture of two and one-handed sword dueling and a form of martial arts utilizing punches and kicks in a brutal fashion.

Weapon: Draco Dente (Dragon tooth), a bastard sword measuring 4.10 ft long and 5 inches thick, its hilt is designed to resemble a dragon with its mouth open and the blade coming out of the mouth. The scales are a dark blue color and the dragon's eyes are a bright red. the guards on the hilt are wings with the same color of scales. the grip of the blade is a grey color with a small fang on the bottom of the grip for a surprise attack. the blade itself is a black color with red accents pointing outwards on the edge of the blade.

Clothes: An open white hooded long coat that goes down to his ankles, a red scarf with the Arc crest on the end of it. a plain bandolier goes from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, he has guards on his arms coloring gold and white, a pair of similarly colores gauntlets, he has a plain shirt on under his coat, a set of plain jeans, twin grieves on his jeans coloring the same as his guards, a set of combat boots are worn underneath his grieves, and he wears a small locket hidden under his scarf coloring the same as his armor.

Aura Level: High

Aura Manifest (think of it as what aura looks like, which is most commonly a field of energy surrounding the person): White Flames.

Semblance: Kinetic Reversal, he can absorb and store up kinetic force then throw it back by charging his aura into either his limbs or his weapon and it can even be fired as a projectile, it does not increase his defense and he still takes the full brunt of the attack.

Magic: Nullify, by concentrating on his negative emotions he can generate a field of pure negative energy, nullifying all semblances and magic including his own semblance, but this can't be used for long periods of time as it also requires his own stamina to remain.