Ruthenselle

Tin Dragon Detective Agency

You know what? The ride was a hassle. Period. And it better have been worth it. Of course she agreed unequivocally that it was to be 'expected'. An arduous journey nonetheless. She could handle the drop-gate, no severe qualms there. But her ancestors were creatures of the sky, and therefore simple genetics caused her immediate family - and herself - to be less resilient with actions created on or received directly from the earth. They had only had just begun, and already she was alert. No, she was a long way past 'alert' at this point! At every little crack in the road or rocks they rode over, she nearly leaped out of the wagon, her hand flying to the sides, clutching it for half a minute. Actually, the first time that occurred, she still had the cookie in her hand. Cheeks flushing, Trilune tucked it away in another pocket. And don't get me started on double bumps on this...this road. Rough. She clenched her teeth. This was precisely why sprinting or horse riding was infinite times better! One would have control over where they stepped, and the second was self-explanatory; horses were clever, gentle creatures.

Trilune found herself peering over at the other newly recruited members longingly. But, wait. Something felt...queer. It seemed to be more crowded. With all of the luggage, maybe she shouldn't be narrowing her eyes and searching the wagon, head tilted a fraction of a degree to the right. That thought quickly vaporized as she caught sight of the man who'd recently joined the group. Trilune's eyebrow quirked skywards, and the corners of her lips suggested a veiled smile. He hadn't exactly sent out friendly vibes to the rest of them. But surely it didn't indicate that he despised the world. Pleased with herself, she fiddled with her jacket's zipper. Cold metal would either stress her or calm her down.

You think the black-haired man may possess an interesting positive story underneath that icy demeanor? The winged elemental was hopeful that she was right on that one, but her sylph mind had other ideas. Indeed, the other option is that he saw or did something that cannot be forgiven. Look at his bag; dangerous, most likely. You probably should refrain from trusting him, her brain advised its master. Something in the last thought suddenly clicked. Have you honestly lost your mind? she fired back, I do not "trust" anyone here. I. Am. Merely. Curious. A hint of a figure the young lady once knew fluttered through her muddy thoughts, clear, like moonlight shimmering a path of light on the dark waters. He - the figure - had a stocky build, paired with the eyes of a more experienced person than Trilune. He had the same twinkle in his eyes. Bright and alive.

"No- please, why meeee- ahh! I was not ready that time. How do they say it? I'm a pickle? Pickle me timbers? I'm in a pickle? That last one's too reasonable-sounding to be true, reasonable things scarcely happen these days," Trilune mumbled under her breath. Her right hand was currently gripping the zipper and her left steadying herself with the top of the wagon's border. While doing that, she was oblivious to the fact that her fellow members were hopping off. Only when most of them had filed out did she realize this, and hustled to join them. The memory of her experience on the wagon was most definitely not being pondered at this moment. Back to serious business. The Mayor, excellent. Furrowing her forehead, she mused over his words, memorizing what he'd said. Announcements like these might be small when given, but it could easily come in handy later. She dipped her head. "Yes..thank you, Mayor. Right away."

A room with as many windows as possible. That would be her preference, but it wouldn't become reality if she kept being tardy. This time, her mind was set firm on not losing. One of the larger rooms might be fitting. Besides, she didn't mind sharing with another person in the group, and she couldn't select favorites among them, since Trilune hadn't really gotten to know any of them. As long as they didn't mind open windows. Not long after she strode inside, she noticed one of the other women advancing toward her. "Hello, hello." She took a second brief look at the lady. Human, or something else? That was two things that felt peculiar today. Then again, she'd signed up for it. Holding her nerve around species she'd never heard of was practically part of the job description, even if it hadn't been in print, correct? Spicing things up in life with brand-new things - it was truly happening. Fascinating. Might as well get to the point, then. That's what the Mayor had told them. "So... do you have something in mind? I figured I would go investigate after exploring the rooms. Getting to know the building in case of an emergency or clues it may offer, you know?" She shifted her weight onto her left foot. "My name is Trilune, by the way. Very sorry for not mentioning that earlier," the female chortled, embarrassed. Her hand adjusted her hair, brushing it aside, and ran down the edges of her white wings. "Yours? I hope to get to know you. Truly, you are most intriguing already. I am sure you have a story the world does not know. But now is not the time for stories, we are on a mission." The creature's mouth extended into a knowing smile, both her eyebrows now raised inquiringly. Trilune nodded to herself at the last part. Thrilled. She finally had the chance to change something for the world, and it wouldn't be ruined so easily. Oh, and the wagon ride? It was worth it, a hundred and one percent.

@deadpixel101

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@Turboshitter Yes, I'm still here. I got sick a few days ago- I apologize for the delay.
Here's what I have so far. I've got notes for the missing parts on a sheet of paper and my test thread, just have to copy it down. Working on the bio right now.

Wyca Laelaps

MAIN THEME SONG

APPEARANCE

[+]

Wyca ONLY when it's freezing (hair down to keep warm)

normal everyday clothes

faunus features

Her physical features and faunus qualities are based off this lil' dog. To distinguish her animal as a dog in the first place, she acquired its brown tail.


Here are her paw pads (the amalgamate/middle hand and foot pads). Unfortunately, there's more than a few animals that have similar paw pads, which is why Wyca was provided with a tail.

tattoo on chest

She has deep, darkish green eyes, and a splash of freckles across her nose. Her body is a tad short for her age, and her hair is medium length.

NAME

Wycanwyndeaux Laelaps

GENDER

Female

AGE

Turned 17 a week prior to her first day.

SPECIES

Faunus (brown collie [dog] mix)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Heterosexual

TEAM

WNTR

WHERE ARE THEY FROM

One of the southernmost points habitable by humans/faunus in Vacuo.

AURA / SEMBLANCE

Her aura's colour is a dark, intense shade of blueish-purple, similar (if not the same) to the colour used for Wyca's name up at the top.
This.

Cybercaper
A handy semblance that may be an offensive or defensive move, or neither, this allows Wyca to slip through technology. For instance, camera systems, computer systems, and scrolls. It's really a lively dance, as opposed to 'silently slipping in', thus explaining the 'caper' part of the name. If there is some sort of hindrance - defense systems, firewalls, viruses, etc. - she must think rapidly in order to elude those, hopping around inside the targeted technology. Wyca's personality lines up well with this. Depending on the path she takes through it, Wyca may choose to pay enough attention to her "surroundings" to gain information inside. She could reprogram it (change the code). However, the longer she remains inside her victim, the higher stakes rise. Tripping up means the technology recognizes her as a hostile intruder. It can harm her physically and/or mentally; that is unique to each situation, although, again, that one thing is the same... if discovered, drastic/major injuries are determined by the longer time spent inside.
Other possible dangers include the technology being shut off or shut down completely from outside. In this scenario, Wyca is quite literally trapped inside. Her first step is always to code in an air supply.
There is limited space for her to move around. That's why it's better to be near the 'core', or where most of the controls are near when this happens. Good thing she's not claustrophobic. Still, coding the system to turn on takes a tremendously long time and causes small to medium-sized permanent scars on her skin.
Large-sized scars only occur if the technology is broken or crushed, from outside as well. Wyca pops out from where she was lingering inside at that moment.
That's the physical pain.
The mental consequence is drowsiness. Because the technology is 'sleeping', Wyca has to also fend off sleep. This is the mental downsides during a technological shut down/off.

Her semblance is something Wyca can improve on. She tests things out while programming and fiddling around with technology, and uses knowledge earned there when diving inside. Focus is another aspect of Wyca's semblance that can be worked on. To enter the desired technology, Wyca focuses her mind on getting in, picturing herself already wading inside all the code. She's trying to refine her skills with completing this process quicker.

PERSONALITY (At least a paragraph)

[quick notes:
Runs on trust and respect, but understands other people run on other core values
Mischievous
Very patient
Humble
Understanding
Fairly Social
Wyca has extreme firm trust in her closest friends & family, which is why she is barely affected by threats toward them. Part of it also is that she tends to think with her brain instead of her heart; that doesn't mean she's cold, she simply "logics" things out. She won't mind assisting them; she just doesn't, or hardly, react when they're threatened. (Explain negatives to this.)
Although she obeys to rules in general, she doesn't mind breaking the smaller ones. If it's an emergency though, she'll break larger rules without a problem. She pictures her "relationship" with rules as a simple handshake, befriending them... not overdoing it towards any of the two extremes, like one would do to a friend. Respect.
This character heavily revolves around proving/making people listen or realize that she isn't the problem, the system is.
Quirk: Collects lots of random things, since that's related to "catching", after all.
Skill: Good at hiding in plain sight. Good at reading people.]

BIO (1-3 paragraphs)

Bizarre describes Wyca's family fairly well. Technically, that would be two families.

Legend says...

Legend says that once upon a time there was a dog Faunus and a fox Faunus. The former was smitten the latter upon having been partnered up temporarily for an errand at work. Classic, yes? He had been sent to fetch her after the assignment finished, since his canine family was all about trust and loyalty, and supported his decision to court her. Inevitably, flaws bloomed in the dog Faunus' dream of a marriage. For one thing, this particular part-fox's family was...rather shady. Mysterious. Those folks were known for their clever instinct. Not to mention they were experts at escaping. He wasn't keen on attempting to befriend them, straight from the beginning. Smart dog- his strategy, not so much. Slowly but surely, the plan sought to distance the fox Faunus and her family. Possibly by causing her to adore his own family until she scarcely spoke to hers.
Her sly nature slipped past his mind.
Then one day, they were both held up in an town. The town resided on an island. A severe hurricane warning was going to storm past (pardon the pun) the border facing the continent it belonged to. He caught up to the female Faunus, who was less experienced at escaping than her elders, and informed her of his intentions.

"Hmm... let me think... welllll, would you look at that. I'd rather not," drawled the fox Faunus.
His ears drooped. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a choice, you'll have to. I'm taking you with me. You'll adore my family, I promise, love," said he.

She smirked. He swooned. Offering her nimble hand, she smoothly proceeded, deciding she liked his optimistic spirit- just a tiny bit. "I'll spin you a deal. I'll travel with you." A pause for dramatic effect. The part-dog held his breath. "Only if you agree to making our families eternally linked."
And so they left the town, a compromise reached, each with satisfied thoughts churning in their head. The town was called Wycanwyndeaux.

Growing up, Wyca had been born into the dog family. They weren't particularly wealthy, but it turned out the two families supported each other well, especially when they weren't quarreling, which was merely a third of the time now. As a result, both sides had enough money and resources to not starve every month. And if they did, it was once per year or two years, no more.
Anyway. Both her parents were different kinds of Faunus, and she was also an only child. Although her mother was born and bred in Vacuo, her father was originally from Mistral, so he had creative blood running though his veins for sure. Wyca's mother was quite an artistic Faunus herself, too.

But even these firm kinds of families can be chopped. Forever. Her mother died. Her father became a widower quicker than a shake of Wyca's tail. She, Wyca, had lived for 13 1/2 years at that particular point in time. Three quarters of a year later (14 1/4 years old), her father more composed and recovered - but, miraculously, still very much himself, for his daughter - made the decision to send her to Atlas. He figured she would be able to spend two years and a half there to familiarize herself, and then apply.
If it wasn't for his link to the large, supportive, Faunus family community, the father might've travelled to Atlas accompanying his offspring. Obviously, that wasn't the case. He remained in Vacuo to focus on training with the combat-knowledgeable family Faunus. It'd be effective, for him, since they'd train in ways specific to the Faunus, instead of normal human training he might've received if he'd gone to Atlas.

The next phase of her story. In Vale. People of this continent are known for being righteous. Then again, they always warn you: shady individuals exist anywhere...everywhere. Does that not mean that Vale, kingdom of peacemakers, has its own shady sorts? Indeed it does, and Wyca is living proof.
Long story short, she found a mentor. Or rather, the mentor found her. Generally people advise one to straight out make a beeline for one's destination, halting only to eat. Wyca, however, had rough travelling that day and couldn't think clearly. She wanted answers. Keep in mind she is endlessly patient and typically humble, so this was brand-new. Not that she was aware of this fact while in her stupor. So the feminine part-dog creature investigated on information of her mother's death.
Her to-be mentor stumbled upon her presence right around the time the moon was peeking out. It was a street with a handful of houses and shops. He scrutinized Wyca for the last minutes Wyca spent on the street, inquiring (mostly) friendly strangers. As she exited, he introduced himself.
Time-skip forward 2 3/4 years. Wyca's still in the middle of Vale. She was supposed to have applied 1/4 of a year before. She's almost seventeen. Her mentor's five years older than her. The two of them were together for 1/2 a year now, after training Wyca for 1 1/4 years. This relationship with him is still murky, as is he. He hasn't revealed his real name to her, and Wyca knows that.

WEAPONS

Last Call ; main weapon

• She named it for the irony (that's an example of her mischievousness).
• Melee weapon.
• Doubles as and looks like a harp. It has dog carvings and the infinity loop symbol on it.
  
  • Harp strings can combine to be used as a bow. The strings closest to her (lower strings) possess more power than the ones near the front. Power can also be gained when more strings are pulled.

With Love and Your Psychotherapist ; mini sidearms

• Part of the reason she only has two of them is to be able to hold one in each hand. The other half is because of her tendency to "wing it", she refuses to carry a backup.

LIKES (At least 3)

☺ Chicken and steak
☺ Rainy weather; swimming
☺ Parties ("Thing is...you can learn a lot at them--and they're fun! Double brownie points!")

DISLIKES (At least 3)

☹ Showers
☹
☹

STRENGTHS (3-5)

➶
➶
➶
➶

WEAKNESSES (3-5)

➴
➴
➴
➴

OTHER THEME SONGS

Five Finger Death Punch - I Apoligize
Owl City - To The Sky
Imagine Dragons - Who We Are

EXTRA

While relaxing in a building where she's temporarily staying, or her home, Wyca sets up something like the drawings beneath this. It's messy, but it's her way of chilling.

scene examples

Bonus ref! Feelin' playful. (although with much more curly-wavy hair) + more

(Ruthe's Studio) beware of airborne, hurtling ideas

NOTES FOR WYCA'S CHARACTER CREATION PROCESS.

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A friend's obsession with a famous prankster rubbed off on character.
Few know that character murdered a lover.
Few know that character is having an affair with an untamed thief.

Character is prone to sniffing when bored.
Character often tries to figure out how things could be run more effectively. (People often mistake this for thinking everything is run badly and disgruntled with the world.)
Character really hates being out of the loop.
Gardener/Coffee Enthusiast/Musician/Dancer/Programmer
Character's skills include flower arranging, hunting, and programming.

Risk-Taking: Often
Ambitious: Sometimes
Curious: Generally (but is okay with backing off)
Self-Controlled: Typically
Nurturing: Typically/Often
Trusting: Often/Usually
Honest: Usually
Affectionate: Never
Romantic: Rarely/Often
Flirty: Occasionally/Generally
Sympathetic: Generally
Optimistic: Often/Typically
Logical: Usually/Typically
Observant: Typically
Social: Somewhat solitary
Altruistic: Always
Courteous: Typically
Risk-Taking: Generally

idea: mentor/lover/thought she killed him

Ruthe's Troops

Wyca Laelaps

MAIN THEME SONG

APPEARANCE

[+]

Wyca ONLY when it's freezing (hair down to keep warm)

normal everyday clothes

faunus features

Her physical features and faunus qualities are based off this lil' dog. To distinguish her animal as a dog in the first place, she acquired its brown tail.


Here are her paw pads (the amalgamate/middle hand and foot pads). Unfortunately, there's more than a few animals that have similar paw pads, which is why Wyca was provided with a tail.

tattoo on chest

She has deep, darkish green eyes, and a splash of freckles across her nose. Her body is a tad short for her age, and her hair is medium length.

NAME

Wycanwyndeaux Laelaps

GENDER

Female

AGE

Turned 17 a week prior to her first day.

SPECIES

Faunus (brown collie [dog] mix)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Heterosexual

TEAM

WNTR

WHERE ARE THEY FROM

One of the southernmost points habitable by humans/faunus in Vacuo.

AURA / SEMBLANCE

Her aura's colour is a dark, intense shade of blueish-purple, similar (if not the same) to the colour used for Wyca's name up at the top.

Cybercaper
A handy semblance that may be an offensive or defensive move, or neither, this allows Wyca to slip through technology. For instance, camera systems, computer systems, and scrolls. It's really a lively dance, as opposed to 'silently slipping in', thus explaining the 'caper' part of the name. If there is some sort of hindrance - defense systems, firewalls, viruses, etc. - she must think rapidly in order to elude those, hopping around inside the targeted technology. Wyca's personality lines up well with this. Depending on the path she takes through it, Wyca may choose to pay enough attention to her "surroundings" to gain information inside. She could reprogram it (change the code). However, the longer she remains inside her victim, the higher stakes rise. Tripping up means the technology recognizes her as a hostile intruder. It can harm her physically and/or mentally; that is unique to each situation, although, again, that one thing is the same... if discovered, drastic/major injuries are determined by the longer time spent inside.
Other possible dangers include the technology being shut off or shut down completely from outside. In this scenario, Wyca is quite literally trapped inside. Her first step is always to code in an air supply.
There is limited space for her to move around. That's why it's better to be near the 'core', or where most of the controls are near when this happens. Good thing she's not claustrophobic. Still, coding the system to turn on takes a tremendously long time and causes small to medium-sized permanent scars on her skin.
Large-sized scars only occur if the technology is broken or crushed, from outside as well. Wyca pops out from where she was lingering inside at that moment.
That's the physical pain.
The mental consequence is drowsiness. Because the technology is 'sleeping', Wyca has to also fend off sleep. This is the mental downsides during a technological shut down/off.

Her semblance is something Wyca can improve on. She tests things out while programming and fiddling around with technology, and uses knowledge earned there when diving inside. Focus is another aspect of Wyca's semblance that can be worked on. To enter the desired technology, Wyca focuses her mind on getting in, picturing herself already wading inside all the code. She's trying to refine her skills with completing this process quicker.

PERSONALITY (At least a paragraph)

[quick notes:
Runs on trust and respect, but understands other people run on other core values
Mischievous
Very patient
Humble
Understanding
Fairly Social
Wyca has extreme firm trust in her closest friends & family, which is why she is barely affected by threats toward them. Part of it also is that she tends to think with her brain instead of her heart; that doesn't mean she's cold, she simply "logics" things out. She won't mind assisting them; she just doesn't, or hardly, react when they're threatened. (Explain negatives to this.)
Although she obeys to rules in general, she doesn't mind breaking the smaller ones. If it's an emergency though, she'll break larger rules without a problem. She pictures her "relationship" with rules as a simple handshake, befriending them... not overdoing it towards any of the two extremes, like one would do to a friend. Respect.]

BIO (1-3 paragraphs)

Bizarre describes Wyca's family fairly well. Technically, that would be two families.

Legend says...

Legend says that once upon a time there was a dog Faunus and a fox Faunus. The former was smitten the latter upon having been partnered up temporarily for an errand at work. Classic, yes? He had been sent to fetch her after the assignment finished, since his canine family was all about trust and loyalty, and supported his decision to court her. Inevitably, flaws bloomed in the dog Faunus' dream of a marriage. For one thing, this particular part-fox's family was...rather shady. Mysterious. Those folks were known for their clever instinct. Not to mention they were experts at escaping. He wasn't keen on attempting to befriend them, straight from the beginning. Smart dog- his strategy, not so much. Slowly but surely, the plan sought to distance the fox Faunus and her family. Possibly by causing her to adore his own family until she scarcely spoke to hers.
Her sly nature slipped past his mind.
Then one day, they were both held up in an town. The town resided on an island. A severe hurricane warning was going to storm past (pardon the pun) the border facing the continent it belonged to. He caught up to the female Faunus, who was less experienced at escaping than her elders, and informed her of his intentions.
"Hmm... let me think... welllll, would you look at that. I'd rather not," drawled the fox Faunus.
His ears drooped. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a choice, you'll have to. I'm taking you with me. You'll adore my family, I promise, love," said he.
She smirked. He swooned. Offering her nimble hand, she smoothly proceeded, deciding she liked his optimistic spirit- just a tiny bit. "I'll spin you a deal. I'll travel with you." A pause for dramatic effect. The part-dog held his breath. "Only if you agree to making our families eternally linked."
And so they left the town, a compromise reached, each with satisfied thoughts churning in their head. The town was called Wycanwyndeaux.

Growing up, Wyca had been born into the dog family. They weren't particularly wealthy, but it turned out the two families supported each other well, especially when they weren't quarreling, which was merely a third of the time now. As a result, both sides had enough money and resources to not starve every month. And if they did, it was once per year or two years, no more.
Anyway. Both her parents were different kinds of Faunus, and she was also an only child. Although her mother was born and bred in Vacuo, her father was originally from Mistral, so he had creative blood running though his veins, for sure. Wyca's mother was quite an artistic Faunus herself, too.

both parents were Faunus > father was a Faunus, stayed in Vacuo to keep training with the other family Faunus in the Faunus ways > father became widower (Wyca 13 1/2 yrs) > sent to Atlas, father figured she would be able to spend two years and a half there to familiarize herself and then apply (14 1/4) > found mentor, stopped for a two years and three quarters > Atlas academy

WEAPONS

Last Call ; main weapon
She named it for the irony (that is an example of her mischievousness)

With Love and Your Psychotherapist ; mini sidearms

LIKES (At least 3)

😎
😎
😎

DISLIKES (At least 3)

😞
😞
😞

STRENGTHS (3-5)

➶
➶
➶
➶

WEAKNESSES (3-5)

➴
➴
➴
➴

OTHER THEME SONGS

Five Finger Death Punch - I Apoligize
Owl City - To The Sky
Imagine Dragons - Who We Are

EXTRA

While relaxing in a building where she's temporarily staying, or her home, Wyca sets up something like the drawings beneath this. It's messy, but it's her way of chilling.

scene examples

Bonus ref! Feelin' playful. (although with much more curly-wavy hair) + more

(Ruthe's Studio) beware of airborne, hurtling ideas

ONE MORE. IN CASE OF RANDOM HURTLING IDEAS, OF COURSE. TITLE SAYS IT ALL, FOLKS! ;D (this is how I talk to myself constantly lol)

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edit: COMPLETED.

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extra: Trilune's color for thoughts and speech:: [color=9e0b0f]

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You know what? The ride was a hassle. Period. Of course she agreed unequivocally that it was to be 'expected'. An arduous journey nonetheless. She could handle the drop-gate, no severe qualms there. But her ancestors were creatures of the sky, and therefore simple genetics caused her immediate family - and herself - to be less resilient with actions created on or received directly from the earth. They were only had just begun, and already she was alert. No, she was a long way past 'alert' at this point! At every little crack in the road or rocks they rode over, she nearly leaped out of the wagon, her hand flying to the sides, clutching it for half a minute. Actually, the first time that occurred, she still had the cookie in her hand. Cheeks flushing, Trilune tucked it away in another pocket. And don't get me started on double bumps on this...this road. Rough. She clenched her teeth. This was precisely why sprinting or horse riding was infinite times better! One would have control over where they stepped, and the second was self-explanatory; horses were clever, gentle creatures.

Trilune found herself peering over at the other newly recruited members longingly. But, wait. Something felt...queer. It seemed to be more crowded. With all of the luggage, maybe she shouldn't be narrowing her eyes and searching the wagon, head tilted a fraction of a degree to the right. That thought quickly vaporized as she caught sight of the man who'd recently joined the group. Trilune's eyebrow quirked skywards, and the corners of her lips suggested a veiled smile. He hadn't exactly sent out friendly vibes to the rest of them. But surely it didn't indicate that he despised the world. Pleased with herself, she fiddled with her jacket's zipper. Cold metal would either stress her or calm her down.

You think the black-haired man may possess an interesting positive story underneath that icy demeanor? The winged elemental was hopeful that she was right on that one, but her sylph mind had other ideas. Indeed, the other option is that he saw or did something that cannot be forgiven. Look at his bag; dangerous, most likely. You probably should refrain from trusting him, her brain advised its master. Something in the last thought suddenly clicked. [i]Have you honestly lost your mind?[i] she fired back, I do not "trust" anyone here. I. Am. Merely. Curious. A hint of a figure the young lady once knew fluttered through her muddy thoughts, clear, like moonlight shimmering a path of light on the dark waters. He - the figure - had a stocky build, paired with the eyes of a more experienced person than Trilune. He had the same twinkle in his eyes. Bright and alive.

"No- please, why meeee- ahh! I was not ready that time. How do they say it? I'm a pickle? Pickle me timbers? I'm in a pickle? That last one's too reasonable to be true, reasonable things scarcely happen these days," Trilune mumbled under her breath. Her right had was currently gripping the zipper and her left steadying herself with the top of the wagon's border. While doing that, she was oblivious to the fact that her fellow members were hopping off. Only when most of them had filed out did she realize this, and hustled to join them. The memory of her experience on the wagon was most definitely not being pondered at this moment. Back to serious business. The Mayor, excellent. Furrowing her forehead, she mused over his words, memorizing what he'd said. Announcements like these might be small when given, but it could easily come in handy later. She dipped her head. "Yes..thank you, Mayor. Right away."

A room with as many windows as possible. That would be her preference, but it wouldn't become reality if she kept being tardy. This time, her mind was set firm on not losing. One of the larger rooms might be fitting. Besides, she didn't mind sharing with another person in the group, and she couldn't select favorites among them, since Trilune hadn't really gotten to know any of them. As long as they didn't mind open windows. Not long after she strode inside, she noticed one of the other women advancing toward her. "Hello, hello." She took a second brief look at the lady. Human, or something else? That was two things that felt peculiar today. Then again, she'd signed up for it. Holding her nerve around species she'd never heard of was practically part of the job description, even if it hadn't been in print, correct? Spicing things up in life with brand-new things - it was truly happening. Fascinating. Might as well get to the point, then. That's what the Mayor had told them. "So... do you have something in mind? I figured I would go investigate after exploring the rooms. Getting to know the building in case of an emergency or clues it may offer, you know?" She shifted her weight onto her left foot. "My name is Trilune, by the way. Very sorry for not mentioning that earlier," the female chortled, embarrassed. Her hand adjusted her hair, brushing it aside, and ran down the edges of her white wings. "Yours? I hope to get to know you. Truly, you are most intriguing. I am sure you have a story to world does not know. But now is not the time for stories, we are on a mission." The creature's mouth extended into a knowing smile, both her eyebrows now raised inquiringly. Trilune nodded to herself at the last part. Thrilled. She finally had the chance to change something for the world, and it wouldn't be ruined so easily.

(Ruthe's Studio) beware of airborne, hurtling ideas

HMMM... YEAH! NEW POST BEING STASHED HERE. VERY WIP-Y.

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A Forest Nearby

At last, the alluring scents of fresh dirt, fresh breezes, fresh animal tracks, fresh everything! Leaves twirling in midair, splashing the already-blushing scenery with colors! Of course, the forest's radiance is due to the combination of all the elements, not simply leaves. The young lady noted this and more as the forest's trees, both narrow and wide, closed around her. Life was simple and lovely. She sunk down
dug her fingers in the dirt

fortune cookie in one hand and absolutely nothing in the other
proves the fortune cookie wrong

Hallo!

Guess what... I clicked on this because of your username too! Haha, very cool indeed, very cool.
Bienvenue! Welcome to the Guild! Hope you have a fantastic time here, and I do hope to possibly roleplay with you sometime. c:

Almost forgot, hehehe.
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Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland Ooh, alright. Think I should make her a dog faunus, then? It could work well; in general, dogs are known to be loyal creatures.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland I found something that intrigued me, so my character will be based off that, to go with the theme. It's a paradox in Greek mythology. The myth revolves around Laelaps, a mythological dog, and the Teumessian fox/Cadmean vixen.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

Wondering whether I could reserve the W in WNTR? I have a few names brewing in my head, trying to think up a personality/backstory as well.