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Shiro Byakuya

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a character in “Remorseless Evolution”, as played by NethanielShade

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❝Kurai sekai tsuyoku ireta.❞

"Gomen ne, Iiko ja Irarenai." | Miku Sawai



▐ The basics▐



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☯Name☯
Shiro Hakuoh Byakuya

☯Age☯
17

♂Gender♂
Female

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Straight, single

☯Race☯
Homoneco

☯Personality☯
Shiro is a very quiet girl. She understands English, but cannot speak it properly, so only speaks Japanese. This embarrasses her, and causes her to almost never talk. She is also very clingy, following her older brother around, and Shiro is extremely close to her brother, to the point of needing him by her side at all times to be comfortable. She is shy, and looks away and/or blushes when spoken to by people other than her brother. She is also nervous most of the time. She is very observant, however, and in her silence always watches things. She's been called "Sweet," "Frail," and "Cute."

Unlike her brother, she doesn't look down or hate homosapiens. She often times feels sorry for them and wishes she could do something to help them. However, she fears her brother too much to go against what he says, and often ends up just watching with wide helpless eyes. Fighting scares her, and she wishes she could stop it. Sometimes, she'll even cry if someone is fighting.




▐ Aesthetics▐



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☯Body build☯
Shiro is a pale-skinned girl with long, silky, flowing white hair and large, passive/concerned blue eyes. She is rather slim with a small bust and about average height.

☯Face description☯
She has an innocent face, with a perpetually concerned expression, and a soft smile.

☯Clothing/armour/markings/extras☯
She often wears a white corset with a skirt, most of the time, and often wears a necklace.

☯Pets/none weaponry devices☯
She carries no weapons and only two technological devices around.



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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☯Weapons☯
None

☯Defense☯
Two devices:
Kinetic Energy Absorber Field: A "force field" that constantly ticks pulses of energy around her, and when something comes at her with any speed over the average human punch, it starts to absorb the kinetic energy at a rate equal to the speed. If someone were to punch at her, it would slow as if they were punching through water, then jello, then it would stop as if frozen in concrete. They would be unable to move their arm as the kinetic energy is completely sucked out, until she moves away from them. If a bullet was shot at her, it would slot and eventually stop, but at a faster pace. If an optical weapon of some time (Laser) went through the field, it would shorten the laser and slow it down to where it could be dodged, but not stop it.
Thermal/Optical Displacer: A small device embedded in her palm, when activated bends light around her, rendering her invisible, and displaces the light to be a few meters away. It also adjusts the temperature a centimeter from her skin to be the complete opposite of her current temperature. If someone saw her with a thermal imaging device, they would see no heat traces. However, the displaced image would also have no heat traces, so it'd be obvious it's some kind of trick.


☯Skills and techniques☯
None, she is not trained in any kind of combat.

☯Flaws☯
She is easily scared, she's shy, she knows nothing of combat whatsoever, and she's naive.

☯Genetic Abilities☯
Like most Necos, she has superhuman speed, agility, stamina, durability and reflexes. Her strength and intelligence are not above superhuman like other Necos, however, as she is about as strong as the average female adult and she's rather naive, but possesses problem solving capabilities.



▐ The past and present▐



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☯Basic history☯
Shiro grew up with her twin brother in a prosperous city called Night City, a city with towering buildings that caused it to always seem like night time, despite the lights everywhere. They grew up as orphaned Necos at age five, with no home. They lived on the streets, her brother constantly protecting and providing for her. Even though they were barely toddlers, her brother already had the intelligence and strength of a teenager. Shiro's brother, Weiss, was kind and sweet and humane to her and only her. Shiro and Weiss were all each other had, their parents killed by Sapiens in the war. Weiss harbored a deep hatred for Sapiens for killing their parents, and a grudge against Necos with power for starting the war. Shiro was oblivious to most things that troubled her brother, as her mind developed slower. She wasn't stupid, it was actually developing faster than a normal human, though only by a tiny bit.

☯History with the war including thoughts☯
They lived in the city throughout the war, a city that was untouched by the war, and they were too young to have been influenced by the war at the time. However, their parents were killed in the war. Shiro doesn't hate Sapiens for it, but her brother does.

☯Events to note so far in the RPv
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❝Kokoro ni hisomu hiyori tsuyoi aite wa inai...❞

"This Game" | Konomi Suzuki

So begins...

Shiro Byakuya's Story

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Weiss and Shiro Byakuya reached the village about fifteen minutes after William had taken care of the 'bandits,' but they didn't just stroll right in.They could hear the gunfire from miles away, and when they arrived Weiss saw some of the corpses.
Humans. He thought, or they wouldn't have died so easily. Still, who had killed them? He turned and looked at Shiro out of the corner of his eye.
"Shiro. Hidari o mite." (Shiro. Watch the left.) He had his shoulder against a cracked and crumbling wall on his right.
"H-hai." (O-Okay.)+ She responded.
Weiss peeked around the corner, seeing no one despite a clear view of about 80% of the village. He squinted his eyes. They're in a building? He questioned silently. He suddenly had an idea. "Shiro, go check in the buildings, I'm going to look around the village. Ne?"
Shiro looked at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, before nodding once. She stalked off to the closest building and rapped her knuckles on it twice. "Konnichi wa! Dareka ie ni imasu ka?" (Hello! Anybody home? [Not exact translation, but would be used as this])
Weiss had situated himself on the roof of a building, handgun in hand, watching his sister. He figured whoever the Neco that killed these humans was, he wouldn't harm an unarmed girl... Or atleast Weiss was willing to bet on it.

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Of all the things William had made, never had he been so infatuated as he was with the Alexander armor. Was it because it would be one of the single greatest weapons when it was perfected? Or was it because nothing had stumped him so hard as this one thing had. You see, developing the world's mos reliable weapons over the course of his life, he never had issues with his technology. Things went exactly as he planned, according to his theories, and were finished well before the deadline. That's why he was always given more than enough money, resources, and personnel to work with. Yet.... this armor did not want to abide by those 'laws' that had been set. No, he was given hassle he was never used to, and though it obviously irritated him, in a way, it even thrilled him and entertained him, even if he might not be aware of this.

William had long ago figured and implemented a way to make a set of armor with the durability of a tank, and one entirely resistant to electro-magnetic pulses as well, In fact, the ones who had contracted him to make such a weapon were satisfied with just the prototype. Because even if it worked in short burts, a whole platoon or even a squad of these suits, whether under control by a Neco or a Sapien, could cause massive damage to enemies without proper countermeasures.

But William was not satisfied.

Abrams weapons were always reliable. While some competitors might have been able to boast about stability or some other attribute of the gun that was barely better than an Abrams weapon, non could make a gun or piece of equipment that was more reliable. And on the battlefield, you did not want something unreliable. A pistol is infinitely better than a sniper rifle at long range if the sniper rifle cannot fire while the pistol can. With Abrams, you would have to go out of your way to harm the weapon and stop it from firing. Jamming, locking, and other problems just weren't with Abrams, and it's because William made sure that was the case. So, when he made a weapon that did not work as he intended - reliably - he refused to part with it. It simply was not finished and it would not be without some dedicated time in his lab. Well, shit hit the fan in the world and then there was explosions that sorta kinda killed off most of civilization, and made it harder to obtain the required materials as reliably as he'd once gotten. Plus, his contractors were obliterated, but that did nothing to hinder William, and in fact made it easier since he did not have people breathing down his neck about it. But essentially, he would not part or stop with the Alexander until it was his idea of perfect, and it most certainly was not.

William Abrams was checking the Pocket and was glad to see there was no complications with it. If the device computed the math inputted into it wrong due to a bug, he could lose everything in it, which would be hassling. At least the Alexander had a static protocol that he remembered in his head, so no matter what he wouldn't lost that. But, well, the Pocket was very convenient. This small device was of his own creation, and it had been sold, although it was never mass-produced. He remembered giving it to the Bantons, a Neco family renowned for their skills and savagery with the blade. They often purchased most of the close-range weaponry that the Abrams produced and tested it in live combat scenarios as a way to afford the first versions of it. Alexander might've actually been the best possible thing to give to that family. At least, it'd help a lot with the whole range issues a sword had.

Thinking back, that book-sized Pocket was very bulky, wasn't it? Why was I adamant it be shaped like a cube? Ha, what a peasant's mistake...

*Rustle... rustlerustle....*

"Hmm... ?"

There was a very soft, yet distinct sound in the distance that caught William's attention as he reminisced to himself about his old designs of the Pocket. Had he someone around to distract him, perhaps this would've gone unnoticed, but considering he should have been alone with nothing but the deceased bodies of those men he'd killed, it was loud enough to be noticed. William did the obvious thing in this situation and equipped his pistol, making sure that it was both loaded and the safety was not in the way. Afterwards, he proceeded out what had been the door of the building, back when it had seen better days. Stepping over the small pile of rubble, he scanned the area.

"Konnichi wa! Dareka ie ni imasu ka?" came a voice from a few destroyed buildings over.

Is that.... Japanese?

Although he was unsure as to why someone foreign was all the way out here, he did not particularly care about that. It was more important to focus on what they wanted, and if they would make him waste another bullet. "I don't speak Japanese." he replied to the voice coming from what appeared to be a young girl that was a few years older, pointing his pistol right at her. Father always did handle foreign affairs, after all. "You and..." he nudged his head over towards one of the dead bodies, where he'd heard the rustling from earlier, "...had best come out. I don't have the will or patience to deal with more rabble." He did not know how many people had come here, but he did know there were two at the very least. If he hadn't heard that rustling, he might've been inclined to believe otherwise, but only if this small girl turned out to be hostile as well. The weak do not survive out here for long without reason, and the only feasible explanation was that she used her looks to deceive and murder, or that someone was protecting her.

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The Creature rummaged through the bodies, growling in an irritated tone as it flipped a corpse over as if angry that it couldn't find anything of use. It was fully visible now, albeit stalking around and looking in windows before it perked up at something. A voice speaking in a language that it didn't understand and another that was clear as day. Both unfamiliar, but promising as it had not seen other people besides the larger of the pair. It ducked into a near falling apart building and laid on the before snarling again. Soon it began writhing in what looked like pain.

The green "skin" started to reside, showing Neco flesh rather than than that of a cloaking creature. Owsla bit her lip as she could feel some of her hair being pulled along with the skin, trying not to help in pain. Soon the skin was nothing more than a a small pack on her back and she had returned to her normal, upright standing position. "That thing needs to be fixed when we can find some paaaaarrrttts~" She said, half yawning as the sound of her back cracking echoed through the decrepit building.

she ran her hands through her braids, counting them to make sure none of them had been pulled out by the suit before peering her head out of the doorway. Her blue eye and yellow glowing eye patch focused on two people. Both of them registering as Necos in her mind, the girl she had never seen before. She raised a brow, noting how...soft she looked. Most other female neco she met were usually battle-hardened from the war. This one seemed less effected than most as a nicer way of putting it.

The male however, the gold hair stood out to her like the last piece of candy in a bowl. She remembered a man with golden hair that had showed her kindness in the past. It instantly put a smile on her face to say the least. Last I remember I was in a cabin in the woods somewhere. Wonder if he's moved out of it? she sauntered out from her hiding spot behind him and smiled, purring loudly like a large wild cat. "Goldie! It's been so long! I thought you were still stuck in the woods after that blizzard!" she exclaimed as she attempted to hug him around the waist.

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Shiro turned with a start at the voice, and her eyes widened and her expression showed fear when the man pointed his gun at her. The man with the gun was speaking English. This was to be expected, they were in what used to be America after all, and she understood English perfectly well. She just couldn't speak it well. She instantly seemed to close herself, becoming shy and nervous.

Weiss had observed this and right when Weiss was about to jump down to greet the blonde haired man, a third person, female joined them.

"Goldie! It's been so long! I thought you were still stuck in the woods after that blizzard!" She announced.

Kuso... That was unexpected. He thought to himself, cursing his luck. He then shrugged inwardly to himself and hopped down from the roof he had been hiding, landing softly in front of Shiro. It pleasured him that the blonde man had not noticed him up there, but he didn't plan on hiding.

"Listen, we're all Necos here, I'm not going to attempt to hurt you." Weiss said, showing that both his handgun and katana were holstered and sheathed, respectively. "I just had to confirm you were Neco." He continued, his gaze blank. He turned to look at Shiro, and whispered, "Arigato gozaimasu, Shiro."

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Many positive things had been said about William over the course of his life that shaped him to have the personality he did now. Things like 'You're the best', 'Genius', 'Brilliant', 'Awesome', and the sort had given him a very good impression of himself. He did not lack in self-esteem, he was very assertive, and he prided himself on being everyone's better. Blame the cruel, odd way he grew up that prevented him from having too much compassion as well as too much self-loathing.

But I digress. The important thing is that you know that William thought himself better than everyone else. Nobody else made the kinds of items and weapons he did. Nobody else constantly provided the dogs of war with reliable weapons. And certainly, nobody had even come close to engineering a suit that could single-handily take down hundreds in the right conditions. Yes, he was so brilliant that he blessed the very presence of those he was around, and the ground he walked on. He would say he was God's gift to mankind, but he didn't believe in God, and even if he did, he'd think he was God's better. His narcissism was one of his most defining traits, and it effected just about everything he did.

His reactions, for example.

William had been careless. He had assumed whatever it had been rummaging through the bodies he'd created would still be over there, and that was an assumption he shouldn't have made. It was only the purr that managed to give the person away, and that was much too late to effectively counter the attack being thrown at him. William cursed himself for falling for exactly the same tactic he'd flawlessly avoided with these bandits just minutes ago and nearly resigned to his fate.

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*Press*

He was grabbed around the waist from behind, a certain feeling betraying that it was a female who did so. Not that that was particularly necessary, as she shouted something as her grip found him. Had the words she spoken not shocked him for a brief moment, he might've been able to use his experience as a playboy to give himself a rough equivalent of size, even through whatever fabric was pressed between him and those. Yet, this was not to be, as she'd said something that he could not just forget or allow to pass by without proper retaliation.

"Goldie! It's been so long! I thought you were still stuck in the woods after that blizzard!"

...What did she say... ?

Around that time, a man had appeared from the rooftops. He looked very similar to the Japanese-speaking women before him. He spoke about him not meaning harm 'evidenced' by the fact his weapons weren't at the ready. A Katana and a holstered pistol. By the basic frame, Abrams could tell that it was one of his, but he wasn't sure the model and wouldn't be until he could get a better glimpse.

By the unconscious looks both of these people were giving, the one behind him wasn't with them. He wanted to keep his cool at the moment, he really did. But some things people just can't let go. While the woman, whoever she was, behind him had not attacked his life, that 'name' attacked his pride. His very being. And that was much worse than his life being threatened. He could not forgive it. And so, his venom was known to all around, as he managed to get himself out of the abnormally strong grip she had somehow. He turned to face all three of the strangers and noticed that the attacker was actually a bit taller than him. With that fact alone he could gather she was a Neco -- Sapiens weren't that intimidating in stature, especially not females. But, again, none of that mattered. He was angered, and this woman had done the angering. She was lucky he did not just murder people when he was angry. "...Who gave you permission to place your hands on me, heathen?" he shot Owsla a very nasty glare, but kept his gun pointed down for now. His pride made it impossible for him to fear anything at the moment. "I will not tolerate disrespect of that magnitude, especially from some animal! Why would I, heir to Abrams Industries, even consider living in a shamble in the middle of the woods? I did not think it impossible for someone to use their head to even that extent." he was in the mood to even verbally acknowledge the other two right now. He just knew that people invading his personal space and then having the audacity to call him 'Goldie' obviously needed to be taught a lesson in manners.

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If it wasn't for the the fact that she knew that her "Goldie" was not as strong as to get out of her grip, she would have held on the the man for much longer and nuzzled his back. However, the verbal beating she recived from this 'heir to Abram Industries' guy made her stand stright up again. She noted that she was a tad taller than him, albeit it didn't stop him from calling her a heathen and an animal. The latter she was used to from years of being on her own. The former, However, made her yellow eye glow with a mix of annoyance and anger.

"Now Listen here you gold-haired pissant! Just because I mistook you for someone I know doesn't mean can go around and callin' people that ya prick!" She snarled, her teeth looking more like a mix of a shark and a large cat. "And what do you mean 'heir to Abrams Industries'? Ya somekinda headhunta or solida? Ya look like someone fatha would know or have fought with anyway or the spoiled brat of someone who worked with him." she mouthed off, getting ever closer to his face until he was nearly nose to nose with him. She snorted a breath and hissed softly before pulling away, knowing she was about to plug her fist into his face in an instant.

She walked backwards away from him and held out her arm, letting a green skin form over it and her hand; making it look like a hoof-hand hybrid of obivious mechanical origin. Even if it did look oddly organic. A hologram faded into view and quickly glitched out on her causing her to mutter in frustration and quickly turn on her heel away from him and the other two.

Her head perked up slightly as she looked back but at the other white haired pair. "You two. There's a lake in the forest just at the top of that hill. Follow the gashes in the trees and you'll get there without getting lost. If you see a man that looks more like a bear than Neco, you're at the right place." Her tone was stern, but not intending to fighten as she rattled her arm again to keep the hologram from glitching into static. If the day didn't get any more frustrating, she would have gladly left by now if it wasn't for the feeling she would be followed by this jackass.

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You could tell a lot about what a person was feeling, or about the person's manner, just by their body language. For instance, Weiss always stood straight up, making him appear quite tall, with his arms at his side in an almost military-like stance. He'd look straight ahead with a slight smile on his face, as if he were plotting something, or found something amusing. He'd carry himself with a look of confidence that made most people in the cities scared to approach him. This was his normal demeanor, and how he was right now.

But when the woman told them to go somewhere, and gave him directions, he bristled. His whole body seemed to tense up. "I do not, and will not take orders from you." He said simply. He looked up and down the girl and turned away from her with a look of utter disinterest.

Then something clicked in his mind. He had heard the man say it, but didn't think much of it, until subconsciously he recalled it.
"Why would I, heir to Abrams Industries, even consider living in a shamble in the middle of the woods?"
"I, heir to Abrams Industries,"

He squinted his eyes and held his hand out to the side. Shiro noticed this and pulled a small device out of her pocket and put it in Weiss's hand. He began to tap on it, as it was a smart phone of sorts. After a few seconds he looked up from it, a dark expression on his face. "I thought so...

"William Abrams, of Abrams Industries. An arms producing company, and perhaps one of the biggest and well known, as they supplied the most weapons to the military in the war." His hand started opening and closing, tensely, as if he wanted to draw his sword but was holding himself back. "I'm not sure whether I should hate you and be disgusted with you, or just not care about you at all.

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"And what do you mean 'heir to Abrams Industries'? Ya somekinda headhunta or solida? Ya look like someone fatha would know or have fought with anyway or the spoiled brat of someone who worked with him."

What was wrong with people these days? Why, sure, you there was no possible way to be as brilliant as the one, and the only, William Abrams, but still.... to not know of the Abrams, or their worth in the world, even after it was mostly destroyed was something only someone who lived under a rock could do. It sickened him knowing people were reduced to such a low state of being. Granted, they weren't that high up to begin with, yet to sink that low, you might as well be a bug or vermin. And that's exactly what he thought of those kinds of people. More than anything, rather than making him angry, it simply disgusted him due to the lack of knowledge. How were uneducated people surviving in this cruel world? Lady Luck must be smiling upon them these days, is all William could figure.

As the beastlike-yet-womanish figure backed off, she'd begun forming some form of armor on her hand. His interest piqued, he raised his eyebrow briefly, but the interest dropped immediately when he remembered that she wouldn't have an answer to his problem. She did not seem bright in most regards, public, or academic. If he had to honestly guess without any annoyance in her touching him get in the way, the fact that she managed to sneak up on him, and he appearance, he'd wager she was someone who was more accustomed to a primitive way of living. And this thought was more or less confirmed when she spoke to the other two.

"I do not, and will not take orders from you."

For some reason or another, William's mood improved immensely. He contained his desire to let out a small chuckle when seeing the response towards the woman, but couldn't hide the smile. That silly woman assuming she was worthy of ordering people around! Why, the only one who should be giving out orders was, of course, himself. But he had no workshop and no use of employees right now, so there was no point in wasting his breath. William preferred when he could do things himself anyway.

"William Abrams, of Abrams Industries. An arms producing company, and perhaps one of the biggest and well known, as they supplied the most weapons to the military in the war." William turned to face the man who seemed to know exactly who he was. The man's hand was tense and quite obvious with its motions, so that didn't go unnoticed. "I'm not sure whether I should hate you and be disgusted with you, or just not care about you at all."

To this, William gave a bit of a hearty laugh. "Fwaha! So it seems some people are aware of who I am! Good, good! It pleases me to see that not everyone still managing to survive lives under a rock! But..." his smiled dropped immediately, a bit of a colder expression replacing it. ".... I do not care in the slightest what you think about me. Nor anybody. People tend to despise me for a number of petty reasons. Because my weapons killed someone they love. Because I succeeded and they failed. Because our family allowed both sides of the war to purchase them." he continued, an mocking smile on his face. "Unless you have a genuine reason for thinking negatively of me, I won't waste my time."

His voice then turned towards the beast-woman. Now that he thought about it, something about her seemed very, very vaguely familiar. It was unfortunate that he could not place a finger on it, however. More importantly, she mentioned something about her father. Maybe her father was more civil. And, perhaps, her father might have the slightest clue as to whom attacked the Abrams. It was a long-shot, of course. But at the moment, the only real solid objective William had was finding a way to improve the Alexander, so it could be delayed in favor of a possible lead on his foe. He never fully believed it was just random bandits that stole his home. "You there. Woman. Do you have a name? Perhaps I have made dealings with your father before. I would like to meet him, assuming he is still living."

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Breathe in....

Breathe out...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

If there was one way for someone to really piss off this daughter of war, it was to assume that she was dumber than she looked. The rage filled beast in her wanted to kill everyone here. The girl, this asshole that thought he was better than everyone here and the other white haired man. However, if she wanted to survive out here...she would have to keep her cool for much longer than she liked.

She imminently turned her head toward the white haired male, her eyes filled with an anger and annoyance only held back by sheer will. "That wasn't an order. I was giving you a tip, you twit." She said in an unnaturally calm tone. as if it was the calm before the storm as the hologram finally came up to clear view. She started moving around boxes filled with information, muttering things to herself as her eyes darted back and forth.

"Ah. There it is. Now I see the pattern." She said as the hologram was waved away, hunching over as she muttered in a much lower tone. It wasn't the fact that this person was here and she mistook him for someone else that made her angry. Oh no, she had done this many times before and got such a chilly response. It was the fact this this guy...this "William Abrams" thought of himself as better than others. She had a severe hatred for those kinds of people. City dwellers that lived soft and cushy lives and looked down their noses at her and her father. Thinking of her only as animals. Those were the kinds of people she took absolute joy in stealing from. Not taking their lives, but taking what they had and leaving them out in the cold afterwards. She could think of many vile things she could do to the man, but now was not the time to implement any of those at all.

Her head snapped at the mention of being called 'woman' turning her anger filled eyes into those of bearly restrained rage. "I do have a name. But since you know everything and I am nothing more than a heathen to you, then look this up: Hall." she snarled through her teeth as if keeping herself on a tight leash. "And before you ask. Yes, he lives to the chargin that many people nowadays."

The green skin started to spread slowly across her back and neck to her other arm as she started walking away. she looked back and the gold haired arrogant male before the rest of it covered her hair and race. "If you want to meet him after finding what I said. Remember the directions I gave them and follow them." and with that, the green skin started to over take her and force her to all fours very quickly. once completely covered she faded from view and a dust cloud appeared as well as "paw" prints. in the dirt, heading toward the forest. She was done here, but a dark little place in her mind knew that she wouldn't be done with this gold haired prima dona.

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Character Portrait: Shiro Byakuya Character Portrait: Weiss Byakuya Character Portrait: William Abrams Character Portrait: Owsla Hall
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"That wasn't an order. I was giving you a tip, you twit."

Weiss completely ignored her, as if he didn't hear her. Frankly, he didn't care about her nor have time to argue. He also thought it was petty that she had to insult him to get her point across, yet he said nothing...


"Unless you have a genuine reason for thinking negatively of me, I won't waste my time."

This time, Weiss sneered. "I suppose I don't have a genuine reason, according to you, and it's just petty reasoning. My father and mother were killed in the war, because you allowed the humans to buy your weapons." He said, spitting the word out as if it were an insult. "Because of that, my twin sister and I have lived as orphans for twelve long years, fending for ourselves in a corrupt and dangerous city. Of course, you don't care. Everyone has a sob story, why should it concern you." He squinted his eyes, "It's not like you care about others."

"Onii-sama, kyuusai nante iranai." Shiro said.

Weiss smiled at this and nodded at this. "Iie, we don't." He turned to his younger twin sister. "Arigato ne. Kite kudasai." And with that, the two of them began walking away from William.