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RWBY: Chasing Shadows

RWBY OC DO NOT STEAL!!!!1

Huntsman Sheet

_{| Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end |}

Personality

<sub>Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, Fiona is a quiet girl who prefers to keep to herself. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she is open to talk to just about anyone should she be open to conversation. The few times she does choose to talk she tends to keep things short. Still, she has a surprisingly positive deposition with an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations.

Despite her quiet and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her thoughts properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking an odd delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.</sub>

Appearance

_{Standing at an average height of 5"5', Fiona is a girl with fair skin and long, white hair. Her big, blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a youthful look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions composed. Even when caught off guard her mannerisms remain perfect. Her clothing leans towards simple colors that don't draw much attention.}

“I’ll do my best.”

| N a m e: |

Fiona Myrsina Schnee

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

n/a Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company Vacuan Sector

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

17

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo / Atlas

| Race: |

Human

| History: |

There isn't much in her life that Fiona would consider notable. She considered her life boring and often dreamed of meeting her knight in shining armor who would whisk her away to a better life, though reality liked to remind her that her fantasies remained strictly in her head. Still, she knew how to keep her head low and avoid attention--all she needed to do was make sure she never drew any unneeded attention. Of course, she couldn't even do that right, and the first and only time she had ever dared to speak up resulted in regret, making her wonder if it was even worth it. She was shipped over to Shade and told to that if she couldn't learn her place then she would need to make her own path. Despite multiple apologies, she was brushed off, the path of a huntress being the only thing she could take.

| Semblance: |

None Schnee Glyphs

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Crystal Dream [DBCU]
_{A Dust Bolt Crossbow Umbrella built to her specifications.}
Fiona's style comes off as flashy, though she insists its the dust she uses. The constitution of her weapon is much stronger than it looks, its versatility playing into her ability to adapt. She is flexible in her range, albeit has leaned into keeping her enemies at a distance recently.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

✓ Agile
✓ Composed
✓ Knowledgeable on different types of dust and its usages
✓ Can get dust at will at any time
✕ Low constitution
✕ Little experience fighting people
✕ Relies on dust for battles
✕ Questionable heritage

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Passiveness.

| Miscs : |

TBA

Of Blood and Magic

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Eris shook his head at the response, though once again he wasn't sure why he was surprised. It wasn't that he would classify Max as a bum, but good stars was the kid lazy when he had the option to be. He'd have to have that taken care of sooner or later. But as mentioned, he was in a good mood and feeling particularly generous. That and he'd need a little time to accurately come up with a plan. He'd have Ismene draw up a few ideas for him to bounce off of once she finished her own meeting since he was expecting a call after that anyway.

"Excuse you, I happen to know the sun is still exceedingly bright," Eris feigned putting his hand over his eyes, squinting upwards. Right, he did actually know. It was so bright it hurt to look at--was that typical for mortals, too? It took him some getting used to the bright lights and flashes, but even they paled in comparison. He knit his eyebrows in frustration as he realized that the challenge had come up again. He was never going to rid himself of it, was he?

Still, now was as good a time as ever. "No thanks, talking to someone in the shower is only fun if you're in there together," He dismissed the suggestion casually, motioning towards the door. "Pretty sure I saw something at the entrance, though. But more importantly--"

He stopped himself, averting his gaze. What was even the point of asking, anyway? He probably wasn't going to end up getting a straight answer. Despite his better judgment, he continued, "...I'm sure mortals have their own songs about the sun, anyway," He shrugged, staring upwards. "Something that big and bright...it outclasses even the moon and stars."

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@Scribe of Thoth

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The princess' laughter was charming, though Lilie had to admit the thought of a centuries-old-being learning common phrases definitely entertained her to no end. Still, she felt bad keeping her longer than she should have, so she returned the princess' wave with one of her own before returning to her dorm. The heat warmed her up immensely, the feeling returning to her cheeks and fingers as she hung up her coat. Once she slipped out of her boots, she decided to leave Ben's mail at his study before taking a glance at the clock. Now was a pretty good time to get his drink, too.

Bottled blood had admittedly been the least of her worries but she had to admit that it was still a little gross. Ben had asked her to make sure it was 'chilled' and to leave him a half-filled glass on his desk. The smell had taken some getting used to, but what really made her squirm was pouring it out. It wasn't exactly like juice or wine, but thicker, and it was too weird to watch. Of course, this ironically made her more careful--the thought of cleaning it up scared her more than pouring it, so after fighting through discomfort, the glass was left next to Ben's mail and the rest was put away.

Shivering a touch, she returned to her room in time for her phone to chime at her. Her heart almost stopped and she immediately ran to her nightstand, hastily unlocking it. Instead of getting a sign of life from Aaron, however, it had been Salem. The disappointment hurt her a little, wishing that it had been the blond instead, but she wasn't that lucky today. No, that was mean, she still appreciated getting messages from her friends. Letting out a small sigh, she opened up the message, letting out a small giggle. Yeah, most mages were probably only just now getting up, huh?

> You're so sweet, same to you! No worries, I'm already up!（っ＾▿＾）

Once she sent the message, she double-checked to make sure she hadn't missed anything else, but Salem had been the only one to text her. Maybe Aaron was ignoring her? She did end up spamming him, maybe he got annoyed? As unlikely as it was, she figured even he had his limits. No, it wasn't good to let her imagination run wild. Her grip on her phone tightened for a second before she let out a sigh, placing it down next to her. As desperate as she was for any response, good or bad, all she could do was wait.

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@Trainerblue192

Of Blood and Magic

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"Pah! Musicals, as if I'd ever lower myself to such a thing," Eris immediately scoffed, placing his hands on his hips as he turned towards the door. "They're entertaining, I'll give you that, but artistically speaking they lack merit. Some have alright plots and catchy songs, I suppose, but true musical theater should be left to operas; it's accurate to describe them as experiences that fill the souls of all that hear them with awe. It's a privilege to see one in person."

Honestly, the audacity to even suggest such a thing was ludicrous. One could argue that he had sold out--he wouldn't really fight back against that--but he still had every ounce of his old theater passion and refused to let the kid shit on that, too. Musicals, ridiculous. That said, the kid and his father had the same opinion, which did annoy Eris a little. There's nothing wrong with his voice, anyway, it was perfectly average and pitched well!

Wait a second, he didn't come here to rant about music or his singing voice. Catching himself, Eris rolled his eyes, putting his full attention back on the brunet. "Besides, it was just a nursery rhyme. You can't tell me you've never heard of 'Little Moonbeam' before," He couldn't help but get that last part in before straightening up a touch. "Of course I'm in a good mood! There's a lot of snow outside so on our way to class there'll be a lot of people slipping and sliding everywhere. It'll be great to see."

He looked the mage up and down, a late realization hitting him. "What're you still doing in bed, anyway? Classes are going to start soon, and the first thing you'll be doing is your affinity class," He said, kneeling down to lift Maxie onto the bed as she happily cuddled up to Max. "I don't want you slacking off, I'll be keeping a close eye on your progress."

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Current Mood in One Gif

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Kazuki didn't expect to be here this soon, so they were both surprised. He'd be lying if he said he didn't already map out a few plans of escape the second he stepped in, but that wasn't the point. As Graves explained his understanding of Kazuma's actions, he wondered if he was just paying lip service or if there was something more to it. Maybe he could relate to it, considering how much Kazu would throw himself into fights it wouldn't be surprising to learn Graves was the same way. Still, as he spoke, Kazuki was reminded of why he wanted the guy on his side earlier.

At the mention of Kazuki being included, that much actually surprised him, even if he didn't show it much. At the last part, however, he had to bite his tongue. As much as he wanted to insist it was earned--not a stretch considering he literally asked for it--he held back. What was important was getting everyone together and getting an actual plan of attack together, so it speak. Even if he figured he wouldn't be of much help, the very minimum he could do was shut up and go along.

The conversation he had with Seele rang in his head; following her advice was probably best. Giving Graves a nod in understanding, he looked towards Rael, also remembering something. For now, he'd put it aside. "I'm also sorry. I was...selfish in the moment," He'd admit that much at least. As silence fell, he felt like he was supposed to say something else, but he was honestly clueless as to what else he could say. Looking back at Seele for a little help, he cleared his throat.

"But...let bygones be bygones," He mumbled, a little embarrassed as he hastily thought of another conversation topic to avoid prolonging the awkwardness. "Though, if I can ask, what are you doing here? I can't imagine the members too happy to see any of us."

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Of Blood and Magic

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Eris let out a groan as he inspected his hair in the mirror, clucking his tongue in disappointment as he plucked some hair away from his face, watching its fall intently. As it swayed and landed, he visibly deflated. His hair outright refused to cooperate with him today and it was getting on his nerves. All it needed to do was fall precisely the way he wanted it to and he would be done. But no, that would be too much to ask for, and he wasn't about to resort to hair spray like some sort of heathen. The urge to shave his head off was getting more and more tempting. Fortunately that was just his frustration talking and he'd sooner walk out into the day than actually do such a thing.

As the thought crossed his mind, Eris dropped his hand, fiddling with the silver charm as his thumb ran over the indent of the symbol engraved into it. Vampires walking in the daylight, like Varis did back in that odd challenge. The brightness of the snow covered grounds had also reminded him about it, but it wasn't really a comparison. He honestly tried not to think of it more than he needed to--there were far too many important things he was constantly juggling--but time and time again he'd go over the moment. There were so many better things he could have said, but he supposed the confusion of the moment overwhelmed him. Pathetic, of course, but the moment had long since passed.

Even so, did he really want to see how different things would have turned out?

Maxie's bark snapped hi out of his thoughts, and after giving up on his hair, he turned his attention to the little puffball of happiness. "What a noisy girl," He chided her as he knelt down, eyes following the fluff of her tail wagging. "Did mean ol' Wells close the door on you again?" He asked, lightly scratching behind her ear.

Once he stood, he watched her scuttle away and ended up following her, watching as she diligently sat outside Max's door. Putting everything else out of mind, Eris waltzed over, making his footsteps soundless. He opened the door as quietly as he could muster, albeit as soon as he had enough room, he bounced in, flashing a grin.

"Rise and shine! The moonlight is bright and the evening is young!" Eris announced, arms wide as he recited some old greeting that his mother used to give him when he was small punctuated by an excited Maxie's yips. "There is an eternity to rest and much to be done! We have only so much time until the rise of the sun!"

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Midnight Sun: Last Song Over the Horizon

“Try to keep up, okay?”

Aurora de Realis-Donati

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Aurora Lune de Realis-Donati

_Age

19

_Gender

Female

_Origin

Terra Nova

_Appearance

Standing at five feet six inches, Aurora is a young woman who carries herself with grace and dignity at all times. Her heart shaped face adds to her attractiveness, her big, chocolate brown eyes makes her expressions stand out. She sports an extremely curvaceous body, her fair skin is flawless and her long, brown hair is always shiny--it's obvious that she takes pride in her appearance and takes very good care of herself. Everything she wears from head to toe probably costs more than anything most can afford, as she wears only the finest.

_Personality

Aurora is the best of the best and would rather you don't go forgetting it. The word 'tact' doesn't exist in her dictionary, speaking her mind freely and disliking it when she's told to do otherwise. She loves playing coy and plays the part of a flirt well when needed, although she prefers making people chase her. The only thing she likes more than people telling her how beautiful she is is getting as much praise as possible. Her tendency to hone in on people's weaknesses and her delight at exploiting them tend to make people very wary of her. Nevertheless, her bravery is second to none, having no fear of the unknown and is more than willing to jump in headfirst into any new challenges.

_{Background Information}

The marriage of the heir of the Realis Holdings to the Donati Corporation's heiress was celebrated as a union of two industry giants. While the two remain separate, the family is united through Aurora. Of course, a marriage of convenience can only be tolerated for so long, especially with the disappointment concerning heirs; both camps had hoped for a male heir. After fourteen years of pampering their princess and readying her for a life of luxury, everything was tossed aside at the arrival of a bouncing baby boy.

Since she was no longer needed, Aurora decided to make herself useful by using her talents elsewhere; in her mind, if she could prove herself by becoming a successful pilot and make a name for herself, then she wouldn't need anyone.

Attributes & Other Information

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_{Coordinator Type}

TC

_{Coordination Profile}

Awareness | ■□□□□
Composure | ■■■■□
Endurance | ■■■■■
Instinct | ■■■■□
Intellect | ■□□□□
Breasts | ■■■■■■

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

RWBY OC DO NOT STEAL!!!!1

Huntsman Sheet

_{| Please believe in me, as I will protect you to the end |}

Personality

<sub>Poised, graceful, and with one hell of a resting bitch face, Fiona is a quiet girl who prefers to keep to herself. So long as she keeps her mouth closed, she can be mistaken for a cold if somewhat distant person. She has no issues offering her opinion on a matter, and is generally open minded, making her easy to talk to and she is open to talk to just about anyone should she be open to conversation. The few times she does choose to talk she tends to keep things short. Still, she has a surprisingly positive deposition with an optimistic view on nearly everything, and likes to look for the silver linings in even the worst situations.

Despite her quiet and gentle nature, however, she seems to avoid opening up to people even though she likes it when people confide in her. Her tendency to keep people at a distance is somewhat contradictory, often confusing people, and she has a lot of trouble expressing her thoughts properly. Should she be crossed, she keeps her gentle demeanor, though becomes exceedingly passive aggressive. Her observational skills are astute and she weaponizes it when she's angry or annoyed, taking an odd delight in honing in on people's weaknesses, addressing them with a misleading smile.</sub>

Appearance

_{Standing at an average height of 5"5', Fiona is a girl with fair skin and long, white hair. Her big, blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a youthful look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions composed. Even when caught off guard her mannerisms remain perfect. Her clothing leans towards simple colors that don't draw much attention.}

“I’ll do my best.”

| N a m e: |

Fiona Myrsina Schnee

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

n/a Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company Vacuan Sector

| G e n d e r: |

Female

| A g e: |

17

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuo / Atlas

| Race: |

Human

| History: |

There isn't much in her life that Fiona would consider notable. She considered her life boring and often dreamed of meeting her knight in shining armor who would whisk her away to a better life, though reality liked to remind her that her fantasies remained strictly in her head. Still, she knew how to keep her head low and avoid attention--all she needed to do was make sure she never drew any unneeded attention. Of course, she couldn't even do that right, and the first and only time she had ever dared to speak up resulted in regret, making her wonder if it was even worth it. She was shipped over to Shade and told to that if she couldn't learn her place then she would need to make her own path. Despite multiple apologies, she was brushed off, the path of a huntress being the only thing she could take.

| Semblance: |

None Schnee Glyphs

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Crystal Dream [DBCU]
_{A Dust Bolt Crossbow Umbrella built to her specifications.}
Fiona's style comes off as flashy, though she insists its the dust she uses. The constitution of her weapon is much stronger than it looks, its versatility playing into her ability to adapt. She is flexible in her range, albeit has leaned into keeping her enemies at a distance recently.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

✓ Agile
✓ Composed
✓ Knowledgeable on different types of dust and its usages
✓ Can get dust at will at any time
✕ Low constitution
✕ Little experience fighting people
✕ Relies on dust for battles
✕ Questionable heritage

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Passiveness.

| Miscs : |

TBA

Of Blood and Magic

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For some reason, Lilie felt a little sad that the princess thought more highly of her than her own vampire did. It was also weirdly embarrassing? Like, she wasn't really someone that Her Highness should go out of her way to even talk to, let alone express real concern over. Still, it was nice to hear that she had an actual basis in her concern, a majority of her own fears and worried soothed over. A lot of the things she said were true, even as her own tiredness from trying to switch up her sleeping schedules tugged at her. Maybe she really was overthinking things, or at minimum owed Ben an apology for not initially believing him.

The princess' story also brought up something that Lilie never really gave a lot of thought to. She was so used to feeling liberated and attuned to her affinity that she never really considered it to be something to be wary of. It was a stark reminder that as much as she lauded it, magic had limits. Or rather, she had limits. It was a little scary to think about, but she supposed the princess was reiterating what she learned a while back about primaries. Something in the back of her mind whispered that it was just another shackle, but she ignored it; for the first time in a long time she really felt like she was being cared about by a vampire.

Princess Ryner's hand made Lilie blush, humbled and a little embarrassed if she was being honest. "I'm sorry," She actually had no idea why she was apologizing, but it came out anyway. "I mean, I'm...I'm really flattered that you care so much. But thank you, I'll do my best to make you proud. And I know there's not much someone like me could do, but I hope you can count on me for anything."

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Of Blood and Magic

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Her Papa always said, 'If something is too good to be true, then it usually is'. It wasn't like Lilie went out of her way to ignore what he said, but it felt especially true right now. Maybe she was more surprised because it was breaking news, but really, it was the disappointment that got to her. Count Sinnenodel was alive, and apparently it wasn't much of a surprise if the princess mentioned it to casually. It must be a vampire or a noble thing to just fake your death like that and then just go back to normal like nothing happened. But if it was faked, why wasn't Aaron told? Unless he was pretending the whole time?

She wisely chose not to comment or even think about that--she was already down as it was, she didn't need to get depressed thinking Aaron was pretending to be someone else again. Thankfully the princess presented another topic that reminded her of something else to get her depressed! Boy oh boy was she in for a ride today. At least the lows meant there were going to be some good highs, or at least she hoped so. It was her own fault, really--the first day back was always hard and took time to shake off.

Instead of dwelling on that, she figured the third topic was a much safer one. "Um, my break was good, though the folks around town are starting to treat me kinda weirdly. I mean, not in a bad way, just...different. But at least going home was good, my mama and papa are always happy to see me, and it's like nothing's changed when I'm there," Catching herself, she gave the princess a sheepish look, laughing nervously. "Not that it's bad here! I'm glad to go back to class!"

As much as her conscious told her not to ask (and the vague horrifying thought that she'd get in trouble for it) Lilie teetered on a question. Princess Ryner ended up agreeing with Ben, after all, so she probably shared his opinion. On the off chance that she didn't, though, she'd get some satisfaction at being right, even if it was a moot point now. "Oh geez, I hope you haven't been keeping tabs on me for a bad reason! But I'm really glad Esi thinks so, I'm eager, too!" Lilie replied, albeit her usual giddy smile was muted a little.

After pulling some of her impulsiveness to the surface, she couldn't help herself. It wasn't like she was going to get any other chance after this. "But, um...is my magic not good enough yet?" She ended up asking. "I, um, initially asked to take on more challenging classes, but B--Count Eve said the request was denied. By you," Her voice did get a little meek, but she managed not to shrink down too much. "I mean, if it isn't, then I'll make sure to try harder, of course!"

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