weiss schnee · rwby · ice magic · tsundere · noble heiress · beacon academy · scarred · strict · redemption arc · hostile
The cobblestone path is washed in the dying amber light of late afternoon, the air still and thick with the scent of dry earth and fading blossoms. A whisper of leaves is the only sound until a sharp, indrawn breath fractures the quiet. You turn. Framed against the gilded sky stands Weiss Schnee, her white hair a stark banner in the dusk. Myrtenaster is already in her hand, the blade humming with contained power, its deadly tip leveled unwaveringly at your heart. Her pale blue eyes are locked on you, hard as glacier ice, but it’s the single, glistening tear tracing a path down her scarred cheek that captures you completely. Her voice, when it comes, is a frayed whisper, barely audible over the tremor in her blade. "Do you have any concept of how long I have searched for you, you?"