"Well, Shakantula, it's very nice to meet you." Weisse mustered a smile, but his eyes kept wandering back to Nikita. In a strange way, he was reminded of himself, except where he rejected femininity, s/he embraced it. It was an impressive and brave stance, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit inferior to this gentle, gender-confused boy. It had earned his respect all the same.
"Nikita, it's not a bad thing to be transgender. Sure, it is a little abnormal, but I don't see any reason why anyone should discriminate against you." It felt like the core of the Sun on Weisse's cheeks, but he kept going "In fact, I think you are beautiful the way you are."
Why don't you cut the chatter and just make out with her, why don't you
Weisses thought it wise to ignore his cynical inside voice.
And then the scream. The ear-piercing, blood-curling scream. Daniel was out the door before anyone had time to react. Shakuntala swiftly followed. Weisse paused only to grab his rucksack - if they were going to investigate this, he had a few essentials they would need - and his rapier. Before he darted off, he warned Nikita "I don't know what is down there, but I know it's dangerous. I need someone to stay up here so if I don't come back, you can say what happened. Please don't follow me."
With his superior speed and training, Weisse encountered the others in a speed that would impress Usain Bolt. There was Daniel, of course, being yelled at by a girl he didn't recognize, who in turn was being moaned at by Tala. Oh, forget the vicious scene in the basement, or the fact the one who caused this may still be nearby, this argument was hyper-important.
"Mi dispiace, Frauline but Herr Quinn's blade is clean. He was upstairs with me and Tala," he decided to leave Nikita out for now "when the screaming happened. And that brings me to you, Daniel. What in Dio's name are you playing at!? You think you can kamikaze charge down here to play samurai and rescue the damsel in distress? Mein Gott, you could've been killed!"
After that toungue-lashing, Weisse decided to study the basement. It was NOT a pretty sight.
"Che diavolo. What happened down here?"
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Uh. Okay.-.- did I just give Shakuntala a reputation as the girl that goes into boys rooms?
Oh noooo. Not at all. Wink wink, nudge nudge
Appearance: 
Lorelei is a very pretty, big-eyed, slender girl. Her hair is usually tied into big, lopsided pigtails, with a long braid down the back. Her eyes a bright violet and her skin is very pale, almost white. Shaply and fit, but with an unimpressive bust and mediocre stature - 5'7".
Name: Lorelei Steinhartz, also goes by Lore
Race: Human
Colour: Hot Pink
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Weapons:
Katayi and Mamalo - Lorelei always wears these two claw-like gauntlets. Used like a cat's claws, they scratch and slash through flesh, muscle and bone with ease. These also protect her hands from disarming hits.
Hidden pistol - both gauntlets contain a pistol, useful for penetrating heavy armor and long range. Each pistol can fire three times before reloading
Pickpocket's hook - Both gauntlets also contain a hook that is used to steal money and notes from unsuspecting targets. It also doubles as a useful way to climb walls and get over or around people.
Semblance: "Fade Out" - Lorelei can vanish and reappear some distance away. However, she can only reappear about 15 meters away from where she started.
History: Pending
Personality: Ditzy, Curious and Sexy - the three words most used to describe Lorelei, in that order.
Lorelei is not the most attentive girl in the world, nor the most mature. On more than one occasion she has been known to abandon what she's doing in order to chase a passing butterfly. She means well, but she's in a world of her own. She's also incredibly trusting, and is almost renowned for her worrying habit of following strangers down dark alleyways.
But one should not mistake her for a fool. Far from it, she's actually very clever and creative, having devised her own fighting style and she has never lost a fight, even freindly spars. When you can get her to pay attention, she can talk about deep, meaningful things and can argue strong and informed points on controversial subjects. She's also incredibly honest and never tries to decive anyone. This can, of course, be a bad thing.
She's known for her playfulness and optimism, especially in combat. She isn't mean-spirited or cocky, but she giggles and messes about, not really taking the whole thing seriously. As one of her tutors once said "It's as though she's not really trying, but still gets good results."
Her bubble-headed obliviousness does lead to one... interesting trait. She has an almost total lack of modesty in her clothes, and her Dance of Death is often described as "raunchy". Because of her agile fighting techniques, she doesn't wear baggy or restrictive clothing, but instead she makes her own, rather revealing outfits. One of her more conservative outfits consists of two vertical pieces of fabric that go down her chest and over her shoulder, connecting at the back of the neck and at the hip to a very short skirt. She considers a mere corset to be "appropriate" and one of her attacks involve leaping on to the enemies face, gripping their legs between her thighs and twisting sharply in an effort to break their neck. The worst (or best) part is she doesn't even realise that she's doing it. It's just natural for her and she can cite multiple reasons why she does it, none of which involve seduction, distraction or sex.
Fighting Style: The Dance of Death. She relies on good timing and insane agilty to fend off foes. It has been described as "the raciest fighting style around... It's more like she's trying to seduce her foes rather than kill them". Most of the Dance of Death involves counter attacks and combos, and it is comprised mainly of high kicks and somersaults. Not recommended for the inagile or shy.
Password: Red like Roses
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Lorelei is a very pretty, big-eyed, slender girl. Her hair is usually tied into big, lopsided pigtails, with a long braid down the back. Her eyes a bright violet and her skin is very pale, almost white. Shaply and fit, but with an unimpressive bust and mediocre stature - 5'7".
Name: Lorelei Steinhartz, also goes by Lore
Race: Human
Colour: Hot Pink
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Weapons:
Katayi and Mamalo - Lorelei always wears these two claw-like gauntlets. Used like a cat's claws, they scratch and slash through flesh, muscle and bone with ease. These also protect her hands from disarming hits.
Hidden pistol - both gauntlets contain a pistol, useful for penetrating heavy armor and long range. Each pistol can fire three times before reloading
Pickpocket's hook - Both gauntlets also contain a hook that is used to steal money and notes from unsuspecting targets. It also doubles as a useful way to climb walls and get over or around people.
Semblance: "Fade Out" - Lorelei can vanish and reappear some distance away. However, she can only reappear about 15 meters away from where she started.
History: Pending
Personality: Ditzy, Curious and Sexy - the three words most used to describe Lorelei, in that order.
Lorelei is not the most attentive girl in the world, nor the most mature. On more than one occasion she has been known to abandon what she's doing in order to chase a passing butterfly. She means well, but she's in a world of her own. She's also incredibly trusting, and is almost renowned for her worrying habit of following strangers down dark alleyways.
But one should not mistake her for a fool. Far from it, she's actually very clever and creative, having devised her own fighting style and she has never lost a fight, even freindly spars. When you can get her to pay attention, she can talk about deep, meaningful things and can argue strong and informed points on controversial subjects. She's also incredibly honest and never tries to decive anyone. This can, of course, be a bad thing.
She's known for her playfulness and optimism, especially in combat. She isn't mean-spirited or cocky, but she giggles and messes about, not really taking the whole thing seriously. As one of her tutors once said "It's as though she's not really trying, but still gets good results."
Her bubble-headed obliviousness does lead to one... interesting trait. She has an almost total lack of modesty in her clothes, and her Dance of Death is often described as "raunchy". Because of her agile fighting techniques, she doesn't wear baggy or restrictive clothing, but instead she makes her own, rather revealing outfits. One of her more conservative outfits consists of two vertical pieces of fabric that go down her chest and over her shoulder, connecting at the back of the neck and at the hip to a very short skirt. She considers a mere corset to be "appropriate" and one of her attacks involve leaping on to the enemies face, gripping their legs between her thighs and twisting sharply in an effort to break their neck. The worst (or best) part is she doesn't even realise that she's doing it. It's just natural for her and she can cite multiple reasons why she does it, none of which involve seduction, distraction or sex.
Fighting Style: The Dance of Death. She relies on good timing and insane agilty to fend off foes. It has been described as "the raciest fighting style around... It's more like she's trying to seduce her foes rather than kill them". Most of the Dance of Death involves counter attacks and combos, and it is comprised mainly of high kicks and somersaults. Not recommended for the inagile or shy.
Password: Red like Roses
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Weisse didn't like suprises. At all. And Nikita's presence was certainly a suprise.
Oh my. How awkward
Daniel re-acted faster than himself, jumping up to hug the... person? Girl? Boy? And practically dragging him/her inside. S/he was offering cookies at least. And Daniel kept her occupied for a while. All he had to do was sit and smile. Right?
Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me, please don't...
"You very beautiful. You androgenous"
Cazzo.
It wasn't that he didn't like the admittedly very attractive stranger, it was more the fact he didn't want to make a massive faux paux and insult them. That fact was made even more rich by the fact s/he immediatly apoligised herself/himself for being rude.
"Hardly rude, amico, just simple human curiosity." Two bonfires light up under Weisse's cheeks as alarm bells rang. Whatever you do, don't say anything stupid
"Erm... No. Sorry. Just an average male. If I may be see bold, would..."
A knock on the door and a quiet voice saying hello.
Grazie Dio
"Come in, madonna. The more the merrier, as the english say"
Oh my. How awkward
Daniel re-acted faster than himself, jumping up to hug the... person? Girl? Boy? And practically dragging him/her inside. S/he was offering cookies at least. And Daniel kept her occupied for a while. All he had to do was sit and smile. Right?
Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me, please don't...
"You very beautiful. You androgenous"
Cazzo.
It wasn't that he didn't like the admittedly very attractive stranger, it was more the fact he didn't want to make a massive faux paux and insult them. That fact was made even more rich by the fact s/he immediatly apoligised herself/himself for being rude.
"Hardly rude, amico, just simple human curiosity." Two bonfires light up under Weisse's cheeks as alarm bells rang. Whatever you do, don't say anything stupid
"Erm... No. Sorry. Just an average male. If I may be see bold, would..."
A knock on the door and a quiet voice saying hello.
Grazie Dio
"Come in, madonna. The more the merrier, as the english say"
"Heh, no need to apoligise. It was a nice story. Thank you for telling it to me."
"I guess I should say why I'm here. I bet there aren't many German-Italian Swiss kicking about. Probably aren't many Europeans in general."
"I moved to Japan at the age of nine, so I could live with my sister and two... neices, I guess. One of them is older than me. I'd never even met my sister until that day. Anyway, to make a long story short, it was unpleasant. My sister was always calling me names, saying I was 'useless', 'arrogant' and 'pathetic' and, despite having about three rooms to spare, she put me in the same room as my older neice. So, first impressions weren't good. It got worse, though, as those two girls were a nightmare. I don't know if it was something I said or..."
"No. I do know what it was. It was the way I looked. They'd flash me with torches - erm, flashlights? Is that what they're called here - so I couldn't see, screaming and yelling 'damn vampire!', or restraining me to a chair before pulling out their make-up bags"
The fact Weisse could talk so evenly surprised even himself.
"'How are you going to attract a boyfreind if you wear this, Weisse?' or how about 'You're such a pretty girl, Weisse'." The pale-skinned boy rolled his eyes and continued "At first it made me cry. That made the stuff run, so they applied it again, none too gently either. Then I struggled, trying to kick them off. That didn't work either - I'm as light and as weak as a feather. In the end, I just had to take it"
"It isn't fair and isn't right, but what could I do? Tell my sister? Hide? They had me in a corner and they knew it. They could do anything they wanted and I just had to accept it."
"In fact, those three girls are the sole reason I'm here. That's why I've got so much stuff with me, too. Education hardly comes into it - I just wanted to escape."
Weisse looked his new freind in the eye. There was regret in those eyes, regret and hope.
The moment was somewhat ruined when he let out a ferocious yawn.
"That's enough depressing chatter for one night, I think." He grinned, regret giving way to joy "Like I said, present and future. No point crying about things we can't alter. You can't pick your family, but you can easily pick your friends."
"I guess I should say why I'm here. I bet there aren't many German-Italian Swiss kicking about. Probably aren't many Europeans in general."
"I moved to Japan at the age of nine, so I could live with my sister and two... neices, I guess. One of them is older than me. I'd never even met my sister until that day. Anyway, to make a long story short, it was unpleasant. My sister was always calling me names, saying I was 'useless', 'arrogant' and 'pathetic' and, despite having about three rooms to spare, she put me in the same room as my older neice. So, first impressions weren't good. It got worse, though, as those two girls were a nightmare. I don't know if it was something I said or..."
"No. I do know what it was. It was the way I looked. They'd flash me with torches - erm, flashlights? Is that what they're called here - so I couldn't see, screaming and yelling 'damn vampire!', or restraining me to a chair before pulling out their make-up bags"
The fact Weisse could talk so evenly surprised even himself.
"'How are you going to attract a boyfreind if you wear this, Weisse?' or how about 'You're such a pretty girl, Weisse'." The pale-skinned boy rolled his eyes and continued "At first it made me cry. That made the stuff run, so they applied it again, none too gently either. Then I struggled, trying to kick them off. That didn't work either - I'm as light and as weak as a feather. In the end, I just had to take it"
"It isn't fair and isn't right, but what could I do? Tell my sister? Hide? They had me in a corner and they knew it. They could do anything they wanted and I just had to accept it."
"In fact, those three girls are the sole reason I'm here. That's why I've got so much stuff with me, too. Education hardly comes into it - I just wanted to escape."
Weisse looked his new freind in the eye. There was regret in those eyes, regret and hope.
The moment was somewhat ruined when he let out a ferocious yawn.
"That's enough depressing chatter for one night, I think." He grinned, regret giving way to joy "Like I said, present and future. No point crying about things we can't alter. You can't pick your family, but you can easily pick your friends."
@armedThespizan
My guy looks like a girl. Your guy is... Kinda a girl, maybe. Their meeting will be interesting, to say the least.
My guy looks like a girl. Your guy is... Kinda a girl, maybe. Their meeting will be interesting, to say the least.
Wait... RWBY? Count me in!
"Not tonight, Daniel. It's... well, it's really personal. Maybe tomorrow, when I'm a little more accustomed to our surroundings. Anyway, you haven't told me about you yet."
Although he didn't drop the smile, it was clear from Weisse's tone and the look in his eyes it was a sore subject. He was trying to deflect the point, but he knew this was going to come up again.
"Memories, to me, is the past. Our past's define us and mould us into, as you rightly said, us. And unlike toast," Weisse laughed softly "it can often be a painful and confusing thing to look into and act on. If I'm shaped by my past, by all rights and logic I should be a stuck-up, arrogant, oversensitive pig who sees everyone as an inferior plebian. Or I should be a quivering, crying wreck who feels no emotions but sorrow, who flounces about crying 'woe is me, the world sucks' and so on."
There was a short pause, then Weisse continued
"Of course, it's all very well to say that now. When I look back on my past, all I see is a life of total luxury suddenly snatched and replaced by a rather poor one, with little more than the promise of wealth in the future to keep me going. I bet if you saw my past, or I yours, we could pick up things that the other missed. Everyone seems to remember the bad things the most, with good memories showing up when things are at their worst to taunt you. So I make it a point to look to the present, and the future, instead of the past."
Once more, Weisse paused, this time to let out a warm, friendly laugh "And you said you talk a lot!"
Although he didn't drop the smile, it was clear from Weisse's tone and the look in his eyes it was a sore subject. He was trying to deflect the point, but he knew this was going to come up again.
"Memories, to me, is the past. Our past's define us and mould us into, as you rightly said, us. And unlike toast," Weisse laughed softly "it can often be a painful and confusing thing to look into and act on. If I'm shaped by my past, by all rights and logic I should be a stuck-up, arrogant, oversensitive pig who sees everyone as an inferior plebian. Or I should be a quivering, crying wreck who feels no emotions but sorrow, who flounces about crying 'woe is me, the world sucks' and so on."
There was a short pause, then Weisse continued
"Of course, it's all very well to say that now. When I look back on my past, all I see is a life of total luxury suddenly snatched and replaced by a rather poor one, with little more than the promise of wealth in the future to keep me going. I bet if you saw my past, or I yours, we could pick up things that the other missed. Everyone seems to remember the bad things the most, with good memories showing up when things are at their worst to taunt you. So I make it a point to look to the present, and the future, instead of the past."
Once more, Weisse paused, this time to let out a warm, friendly laugh "And you said you talk a lot!"
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