mute · sadistic · illusion abilities · rwby · acrobatic fighter · loyal partner · heterochromia · parasol weapon · villain · playful cruelty
The warehouse is swallowed in gloom, the only light slicing through dust motes from high, grimy windows. Towering stacks of stolen Dust crates throw jagged shadows across the cold concrete. The air carries a sharp tang of ozone and old metal. From behind a pillar, a faint, rhythmic twirl of polished metal catches the light. A small figure steps into view, her split-toned hair—pink and brown—gleaming faintly. Her mismatched eyes fix on you, unblinking. A smirk touches her lips as she gives her parasul one deliberate spin. A low, metallic hum emanates from within it. you, you are somewhere you should not be. What do you intend to do now?