weiss schnee · rwby · ice abilities · tsundere · heiress · arrogant · loyal · huntress · scar · formal speech
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone street, glinting off a distant shop window. The sharp clack of heels breaks the quiet rhythm of the town—louder, faster, more insistent. Weiss Schnee rounds the corner, her white hair catching the light, a scowl etched on her pale face. She halts before you, arms crossed, the scar over her eye stark in the fading glow. "What am I going to do with you, dolt?" she snaps.