(A/N: Just to be open here, while this story's OC will be basically me in a nutshell, the description is not even close to what I look like, more like what I wish I was. The only thing that is real about me is that I am 6 feet 4 inches as well as Milano since my mother was white and my father was black so I'm not so dark myself. Also even though this is a new Overwatch crossover story with RWBY, with a touch of BattleBorn since the Verelsi are in this, it is not even close to the source material since the Overwatch portion of it is of my own design. I am just using the names as well as the powers of the game roster, but other than that it doesn't really matter since they don't survive past this first chapter which is the origin of my OC. Well now that I made that clear, I hope that you will enjoy this story…)

(P.S: The first chapter will be in first person while the rest won't be)

I was trained and molded into becoming the protector of this world, and yet in the end I was the herald of its destruction…

I stared into the final Nexus that would lead me to the life that they had promised me, to all of us, yet it was all a lie...

I sensed the destruction that I had left in my wake and heard the screams of those who were being slaughtered right outside the facility since they had sent such a large army to kill me, yet I didn't care. Let them perish, for this world was cursed and a blight on life itself. Before I took that step into the portal holding the Gateway to the Nexus open towards my new home, I pressed the button that started the timer to the bomb I had set in place to destroy the facility so that no one could follow me and escape the fate that awaited them if they did. For they were a cancer that had to be killed before they could spread like the disease that they were.

Now before you judge me as a monster, allow me to tell you my story and explain to you why I had to take such drastic actions…

(Year 2016)

The year of 2016 was the beginning of the end for our race, yet in our arrogance their generation didn't care to try to improve themselves. There was the presidential election with two candidates whose names have been lost to time since a lot of history has been erased to hide our countries shame being the monsters of the world. One candidate was a business man who didn't really care for anyone but himself yet got far enough to make it in the political race to be considered as one of the two choices. The other was a woman who believed that now was the time to flex our military might and take control of the world through force. Out of both choices, the people picked the woman and thus began the longest and bloodiest war ever in the history of our planet. Once in power, we secretly began to infiltrate other countries and put all of our resources into weapons of war to attack the world. Essentially we did what they did in the old film 'Red Dawn' but in reverse by EMPing the rest of the world while protecting ourselves. Within the span of ten years, the world in its entirety was under the command of the American government.

Even the UN was powerless since during a session to try and dissuade America from such actions, they were quickly killed off by a single bomb that destroyed them all, and even though the American government sent someone to represent them in the meeting, they sent him on purpose since he was what they deemed an acceptable loss…

For the next thirty years America solidified their power over the world, but they did not take into account the amount of resistance that those they conquered would have. They sabotaged so many of the resources that America had invaded their lands for. With so many of their resources depleted, they used what they had to expand outwards towards other worlds…

While this was going on, Americans became restless since they were now without an enemy to hate or oppress to make them feel like the big man on campus. So since there wasn't anyone other than the American government that ruled the world with an iron fist as a tyrannical dictatorship, they established three separate classes of citizens. The racism of their ancestors ran through their blood, and since that was the case anyone of color was immodestly forced into being Third class citizens, which was basically slavery in the modern age for they were forced to do all the jobs that none of the First class citizens didn't want to do.

Third class citizens were forced to build fancy areas for First class citizens to live in while they themselves were forced to live in essentially shacks. They were so low in the social ladder that if someone of higher class murdered or raped a Third classer in broad daylight and not be punished for it. This class made up 75 percent of the world…

Second class citizens' lives drastically increased their living status since they were now the bosses of the Third classers, like overseers were to slaves in the day of old. And their living conditions were greatly increased. These citizens made up 15 percent of the world and were made up of people who won such a right in a lottery system or as a prize in death match game shows that the Firs Classers liked to watch so damn much…

The best way to describe the First Class citizens was to read the book 'The Hunger Games' since it was a perfect analogy, yet without all the ridiculous clothes or the fact that they did said games to randomly picked people. They did do such death sports for entertainment, but it happened way more frequently and in various types with people of all ages. There were even people know to the Third Classers as 'Creepers' who were people of First or Second class who would seek out someone of their own fancy and take them to a random place to rape them senseless, and to make it worse those who suffered such a fate were then branded as whores and placed in special houses where they spent the rest of their lives being injected with mind altering and lust enhancing drugs to break their minds. It was a dark time for the lower classes, and it would only get worse with time.

30 years after the start of experimenting with interstellar travel, our race was successful with their endeavors and began to expand outwards towards new worlds. And yet even with these new settlements on new planets the class system was still in effect. For two hundred years this was the way of the world and yet it worked. While we expanded ourselves into nearby galaxies, we let ourselves stagnant in our technological advances since we believed that no one could challenge our might. Oh the lies we tell ourselves to make us seem far better than we truly are in life…

Two hundred years into our expanse into the known cosmos, we made first contact with an alien race, the names of which we are unable to pronounce in our language yet we were able to communicate via pictures. They sent a peace envoy with the prince of their race who talked to the lower class and showed them a better way of life. They took to his words (or pictures technically) and began to revolt for equality. Yet the First classers were not ones to give up their power and used weapons that had been made in such an event were ever to happen. In the ensuing rebellion, the alien peace envoy was slaughtered, and the king of their race made an example of our planet. He explained that he had seen races such as ours and if left unchecked that they would consume everything in their wake. So he used technology that we would never understand or breakthrough to trap our planet and our moon in an invisible field that blocked our expanse out into the universe. Those who were not on planet were killed off as an example of their military might and showed us that we were greatly outgunned so we tucked our tales and ate crow.

"You are a cursed race," said the King with barely understandable English before he left, never to return…

In time, our planet faced shortages of necessary resources and a plan was made to acquire more. Since our planet was unable to expand out, we developed a means to seek other dimensions to gather material. The device used became known as the Nexus, the doorway to multiple dimensions via a dimensional hallway, with various doorways leading into other dimensions. For several generations we mined various worlds in other dimensions and avoided worlds with sentient life so as to avoid a repeat of what happened with the aliens that entrapped us in our invisible prison. Yet there is always a problem no matter how hard you try to avoid them. Ours came in the form of the race of warlike creatures that were named the Verelsi, creatures made of darkness that went from dimension to dimension to extinguish all life by eliminating all stars within their universes. We sealed off the doorway to avoid a major conflict, yet a few of them got through and attacked our world. So many of our forces were killed trying to kill the few that got free, and it was in fear of a future attack that a government funded project dubbed 'Overwatch' was started.

I was five years old when the program received its funding and they began to search for test subject among the Third Class. I was a Third classer who didn't know so much about the world, and it was that fateful day that changed me in every conceivable way. I was at the neighborhood park when they took me away. I tried to fight and get away, but I was a five year old boy going against grown men so I didn't stand a chance. I was drugged asleep and thrown into a van with others who suffered the same fate as me. We were taken to the airstrip where we were put aboard and taken to a far off facility in what was once known as Canada, which was also close by to the massive Nexus facility. Once there we were each branded with a number on our left pectoral. I was unlucky number thirteen out of a thousand test subjects, and it only got worse from there…

Every day we were injected with drugs that the scientists cocked up to enhance us in ways that our brains were incapable of understanding. Some of the drugs that were injected into us made us forget who we were, and we only remembered our number since our names became lost to us. We did everything together, other than bathing with mixed genders as well as sleeping since we were all given a dark cell with very little light and a cot to sleep in with a toilet as well as a sink. This was our life, and once a week we saw that our numbers were dwindling. They did experiments on us such as seeing how resistant we were to various elements as well as made us fight each other. The drugs they injected into us made us heal faster than physically possible and yet some of us were resistant to them and died from the harsh tests they put us through. We would see them cart away the bodies of those who were deceased and yet we didn't cry, for those who died were the lucky ones since they no longer felt the pain as the rest of us still did…

Out of all the test subjects, I was the most hated out of all of them since I was defiant down to the bone. We were equipped with collars that would painfully shock us if we ever didn't do as ordered, and mine had to be replaced multiple times since they used it so much on me. They pit us against each other in fights and ordered us to fight one another, yet I refused to do so no matter what they said or threatened to me, and so they used the collar on me. It was through my inhuman will alone that I still live to this day since I should have died so many times over now. I was used for the most extreme experiments as well as the most dangerous since they wanted to break me, yet I would not break and kept my defiance. Out of all the staff that tortured me, there was one who I silently swore to kill one day since he spent his spare time hurting me for sick pleasure of it. His name was Cartman, and my hatred for him would be eternal…

They took me away from the others in hopes that I would break from the lack of contact from them and threw me into a cell that had absolutely no light as well as no cot to sleep on in it. The darkness became my friend, and I learned to embrace it in time…

One by one the others perished until there were only two of us left, to which they made us fight to the death. I was ten years old on that day, and it had been five years since my personal hell had begun and yet still I would not break. We were given blades and told that only one of us would live to see another day. Yet still I refused to give in to their sick demands and only parried the attacks that the other subject threw at me. One of the staff grew tired of this and then used my collar on me to stop me from blocking the next blow so that they could end this, and so he did. Yet what no one had known other than me was that over the years I have become immune to pain since it had constantly inflicted upon me for five years straight and my body and mind became immune to it. So instead of falling over in pain, I only grew enraged and instead of killing the other subject, I used the blade to stab the staff that was pushing the button in the neck. Doing so caused him to push a button that activated a lethal charge in the collar of the other subject, killing him. I was then knocked out with a tranq dart and taken to the lab where I was strapped to a table for their final experiment…

It turns out that this was all part of their sick twisted plan. To pit us against each other and to hurt us time and time again to strengthen us up so that the last one standing would have a better chance at surviving the final step. When the Verelsi attacked, there was one that was different from the others and was clearly the strongest of the group and so they subdued it and kept it contained until this moment. Using a device that I had never seen, which didn't matter since it broke after its initial usage and was never repaired afterward, they used it to merge the two of us into a single entity. I felt my very soul burn as the creature tried to take control, and yet my will was once again my salvation since it overpowered the creature and ejected the soul of it out of my body, all the while allowing me to use the powers that it once was able to itself. I broke from my restraints and used the shadows I now controlled to slice its soul in half, killing it. The staff then shone bright light upon me, weakening me to the point that they could subdue me once more and through me in a new cell that was lit up with lights so I would stay weak…

For the next three years after the success of the experiment I was trained to be the best soldier that I could possibly be, my training was overseen by Cartman himself and he enjoyed seeing me suffer as he ran me rigid in my training for the inevitable. Three years into my training, the Verelsi arrived in our world via a portal of their own design and wreaked havoc upon the populace. I was sent in to contain the situation with a weapons designed for me to use my powers over the shadows better. I was given a hoodie that hid my appearance from others who saw me and wielded a set of shotguns known as Hellfire Shotguns for range and a large sword that he could summon at will known as Aramasa (The blade of Ragna the Bloodedge) which was a combination between a sword and a scythe. With these weapons along with my abilities I was able to single handedly kill off the Verelsi that came through the portal. The world watched in awe that one person was able to kill what an army was barely able to contain, and the world was then made aware of the Overwatch program, but only of the positive parts and not the mortality rate of it. They were all for it and there were many who offered up their own children of various ages to become new subjects.

They did more experiments to make powerful units yet couldn't repeat the same thing they did for me since they only had the one creature to work with and so the others were changed in various ways. And like I was, they lost their names and given new codenames to identify themselves. I was given the codename of 'Reaper' given my dark attire as well as the fact I wielded a scythe in battle. While the others were trained and experimented upon, I fought against all the Verelsi who came to our world, the only upside was that their invasions only happened once every week or two, giving me time to rest and help with the training of the others in what we were against. Out of all those who survived, there was one who I took to above all else, her name was tracer and she was only eight years old while I was thirteen. She had the power to teleport short distances fast and rewind time in short bursts to help change the outcome of battle if things went wrong. While I became attached to all of the members of Overwatch, she held a special place in my heart and became like a little sister to me. They all were family to me, and we all fought this common enemy with the promise that once the Verelsi were no longer a threat, that we would be granted lives as Second Class citizens. And like fools we believed him, for what else was there to believe in anymore…

We fought the Verelsi for two whole years; all the while the operators of the Nexus found and opened up a gateway to the Verelsi home dimension. We were sent in to eliminate the Queen since they acted on a hive mind so killing her would be the end of all of them. So we attacked as a group and succeeded in our immense task. In the end, I alone faced the queen as the others held off the near endless waves of enemies. It was then that I discovered an ability that I never knew at this point which was the consumption of my enemies Shadows. Doing so gave me their powers and the abilities to see the memories on how they mastered it so that I could use such powers as a master of them would. I could also consume tiny bit of a shadow while they were still alive since consuming the full thing would kill them and see their memories which was perfect for intelligence gathering. Unknown to me was that by consuming the shadow of the Queen I had evolved in a way that my weakness to light was eliminated and it was that fact that I still live…

We returned home victors in our mission, and once we returned we were told to head into the briefing room for our papers and how we would become Second class citizens. That day will haunt me for as long as I live, and it was what made me the man I am today…

We arrived in the room and took our seats while we waited for the staff to give us our papers so that we could get out of here and live our lives. But then suddenly we were fired upon. I watched in horror as the members of Overwatch that I had come to know as family were killed off one by one. The blood in their bodies stained the floor, and I held Tracer as her life faded away slowly in my arms. My powers made me immune to most types of damage since my body was essentially a living shadow so the bullets went right through me without doing any sort of damage. She begged me to make the pain stop, and yet there was nothing I could do as she passed away…

I looked up with tears in my eyes as I saw Cartman looking at me as he held the gun with a specially made UV enhanced bullet to my head so as to make sure to kill me. In that moment of seeing all that I cared for die literally in front of me, my mind snapped, and I unleashed the darkness in its purest form for the first time as he pulled the trigger. The bullet had no effect, and the darkness encompassed my body and took a form of a werewolf, which is what my mind was thinking of since Tracer used to tell me how I was such a 'lone wolf' and how I needed to open up more to others. The first to fall was Cartman, who I tore into with my clawed hands before I set out to kill the rest of the staff who had used us to fix their problems before they just killed them. Within the next few hours, all of the staff were dead, but I knew better, that there were still some alive and away from the facility. I vowed to hunt them down and make them all pay. I went back to the briefing room, and there all of the shadows of my former comrades were consumed by me, their powers were now mine as well as their memories. I cried since I saw the pain that they all went through and it only cemented my drive to hunt the remaining staff down to kill them…

I took their weapons, which I stored in my 'Shadow Realm' which was basically a personal storage space and dragged their bodies outside where I buried each one after I used a shovel to dig a grave for each of them. I found stones that I took the time to make into tombstones with their nicknames engraved into them. Once I was done with the graves, I used my highly increased intelligence that I got from my comrade Winston and mastery over electronics via Sombra's ability to hack to seek out the information that he sought out. It was there that my rage only spiked even more than it was in the first place. I had found the information that I sought in the locations of the rest of the staff since they had a chip in them that allowed for tracking, but it wasn't that that had angered me so. It was my report that angered me since I saw the truth of why this happened to me. It turned out my parents had sold me to the Overwatch program so that they could be upgraded into Second classers. All my suffering was because they wanted a better life for themselves. MY tears fell from my face as I screamed in pained rage that echoed in the empty halls of the facility…

I took the time to hunt my parents down with the intent to make them suffer as I had for years. Yet when I tracked them down, I entered their house while they were gone and it was there that I saw that they began another family without me. They had another son, my little brother who was eight years old. I surprised them when the whole family came home and forced them to sit down at gunpoint. They thought that I was just a simple burglar yet their eyes widened in shock I pulled down my hood and showed them my face. I demanded to know why they had sold me off like an animal, yet they wouldn't give me an answer. I attacked my father until his face was barely recognizable and held my gun up to his head. Yet I couldn't pull the trigger for I refused to become my parents and take away everything from my little brother. So I told them that I was leaving and never returning, but not before warning my little brother that they would sell him in a heartbeat if it would better their lives in anyway as they did for me. But before I left I demanded from them one thing and that was what my name was…

Sinbad Williams…

That was my name that was taken from me years ago…

I left the house and ran as fast as I could in anger as far as it would take me before I grew tired, then I found a quiet place and fell to my knees in tears. It was then that the shadows formed into a mask that I donned to spread fear to those I hunted for the next six months. They tried to run and hide from me, but they failed to evade me…

After they were all dead, I left the mainland and rowed out to an uninhabited island with the tools and materials I would need to survive long term where I planned to live my life in peace, my anger finally quelled. And for six months I was happy living alone on that island, yet the government found out I was still alive even though they ordered me terminated and sent out a large group to kill me ranging from battleships, marines, and a sub with a nuclear missile just in case. The marines they sent to kill me were easily slaughtered by me, and the battleships opened fire on my island. My Shadow solidified into a shield that protected me from the shelling but I still ran with it protecting my rear as they launched the nuke at me. My island was erased from the face of the earth and they retreated thinking that they had killed me, which was the furthest thing from the truth and once they had left I used the power to rewind time to make my island appear once more. It was then that I saw that the world would never accept me as I was. So I made a plan to make a new life for myself and live it for all of my friends…

I made my way back to the facility that I was trapped for most of my life and prayed for the souls of my family before I departed, never to return again. I then made my way to the Nexus, where I killed all in the facility by consuming their shadows so that I knew how to operate it and sent out all the probes they had in store to find an ideal world for one such as me to live in without all the hatred of my dimension. It took quite a while but I finally found the perfect place to live, a place where Hunters and Huntresses were revered as the protectors of the people, and they made the choice to do so and weren't forced into it. A place where even though there was separation between the races it wasn't even close to the level of his dimension, so it was perfect for me. When I attacked the facility, the alarm had gone off and within a few hours the facility was surrounded by a large army. In that moment of time as the Nexus brought up the doorway into my new home, I remembered the words of the alien king that was a tale that was told to everyone in the world.

"You are a cursed race," I said as it became clear to me on what I needed to do. While it was true that the Queen of the Verelsi was dead, it didn't mean that the rest of them had died alongside her. They were still alive, but they were without orders so they just drifted silently in their dimension until they heard his call. Portals opened up outside of the Nexus facility and the Verelsi that came out of them attacked the army that came to kill him and take back the facility. I heard the screams as I took out the bomb I had made with my mastery over explosives from the crazed mind of Junkrat. As the sounds of slaughter echoed outside, I flipped the switch to the bomb I made and stepped through the portal to my new home.

The name of my new home?

Remnant…

(A/N: This is a RWBY x Overwatch crossover where my character is fairly overpowered, yet wasn't born that way and suffered much to get that type of power. Basically my character uses all the powers as well as the weapons of all the characters in the roster leading up to, but not, Hammond since I am not a fan of him. While my main pairing for this story is undecided so far, I just might make it a harem fic and if so who should I pick to be in it? It will be a while until I continue this story and I only wrote this out since for the love of god I was having trouble sleeping and this story has been stuck in my head for months and wouldn't leave it until I wrote it out. So until next update!)