⊰ sick of all these people talking,
sick of all this noise ⊱
ll you've known is to be a Schnee, and all you're expected to be is a Schnee. Nothing more, and definitely nothing
less. As the most affluent family in the world of Remnant, your family holds the power to the largest corporation in the distribution of dust—the Schnee Dust Company. Thus, it is only obvious that your every move is being watched
and controlled. You feel that you are caged in the ice fortress that is your home.
your father is Jacques Schnee, the man currently behind the SDC, who married into the Schnee family to take its helm.
Your younger siblings are Weiss and Whitley. Although you care about sister and you bicker with your brother like any other family, you and your siblings are nothing more than chess pieces on the board: pawns for when your
father seeks an heir and you are a convenient puppet. Until then you are but a mere placeholder as "heiress miss Schnee." Even though you are trained as a Huntress, your combat skills are null and void; you are merely a docile
body. But you refuse to be so. You give up your name, your entitlement, to be "free."
⊰ oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used ⊱
our mother is Willow Schnee: apathetic, stern, and aloof. You forget she is ever there at all in childhood and
adulthood, since your father takes head of the household and company very seriously. Despite the fact that you ought to despise her for her years of ignorance towards her children, left to fend for themselves against her
husband's wrath, you wish for her to return to her old self during simpler times more than anything, without the alcohol.
so you decide that absence may be a necessary evil. No, it must be. Do as mother has done: differently of course,
yet you hate to admit it. You pack up your things after years of planning, and leave. Leave your father, your mother, sister and brother—but for what? A life that you may call your own, that you may control without constant
criticism. This is the only way you can find your own place in the world, unbound by petty expectation.
⊰ if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised ⊱
veryone knows the eldest Schnee daughter had given up her entitlement of heiress to join the Atlesian Military,
but it doesn't bother you in the slightest nor should it. Others call you arrogant, but you have every right to be. You've moved up the ranks rapidly through your own sweat and blood, and now you are a Specialist. You
serve under General Ironwood, the first man you've ever met that doesn't abuse his power, and pursues justice righteously. Despite the fact that your work has become your life, it's more than you've ever wanted: to be
his right-hand and help him achieve that which you also believe in.
no one shall stand between you and the path you've chosen. There is more to you than just your family name.
You now have more skill, your own duties, and independent status as a Special Operative. People call you cold, but you call it reason. Yes, you are cold; you will continue to be cold as ice. You are no longer a pawn
who will stand idly by; you will not take "no" for an answer.
⊰ i'm headed straight for the castle; they wanna make me their queen ⊱
t's been years, it's been far too long. You've never thought of returning to your home, your family.
But after the realization that your younger sister has taken on the burdens you've rejected, you cannot let her suffering continue. Since your so-called parents have long neglected the responsibility of caring for
her, you teach her what you've learned on your own with what little time you can spare. You hope that she will continue to blossom on her own in Beacon, away from your wretched home, as you have done. But alas, you
will never hope to make up for your absence in her life.
you vow that, although it will be inevitably unpleasant, you will return to the ice fortress that is your
home one day, and salvage what remains of your dignity as a Schnee and correct all that is wrong. After all, there cannot be peace without a war. You will return the Schnee family name to its former legitimacy and
glory, no matter what it takes. You will save your siblings from your father's grasp, and defy him even more so than when you were to be the heiress. You have fought like hell all these years, and hell has made
you who you are. Now all you have to do is show him.
⊰ there's no use crying about it; no use crying about it ⊱
hat night, after you've bid farewell to your sister, your heels clack against the ramp with each
foreboding step as you board your military airship. Those were the last sounds that you could recall. It was the last time your gaze fell upon the young girl after spending an afternoon training her in Summoning.
It didn't feel like enough, but you knew you had to be the one to give her the extra push. Yet she was so thrilled when you visited her at Beacon Academy.
never would you have thought that it was to be the last time you'd see the Remnant moon as well. Your
irises shot wide open the next thing you know: your crewmates were gone. Your airship was gone. Your world was gone. Frantically gathering yourself up, you looked beyond the horizon to see a completely different
place as you later come to know as 'Elysion.'