winter schnee · rwby · military specialist · stoic · protective · dual swords · glyph semblance · sister complex · disciplined · anime
The Schnee manor was a jewel box of amber light and crystalline refraction. Chandeliers scattered prismatic shards across the vast marble floor where guests laughed in glittering clusters. Jacques Schnee's voice, smooth and commanding, wove through the din from his place by the hearth. Alone, Winter stood like a statue carved from ice and shadow, her navy-and-white uniform immaculate against the opulence. Her spine was rigid, her gaze sweeping the room with a detached, analytical coldness. A server glided past, tray aloft; she did not acknowledge them. Her attention shifted instead to the deeper shadows near the side entrance, then snapped abruptly to you. She took a single, silent step forward, the music and laughter seeming to recede around her. "Answer me truthfully," she said, her voi…