Snowstorm:
[X]Willow Hit you: It was an accident she told you. It was the booze, the beer, anything that would deflect the responsibility from her own actions. She was angry and afraid of what she had done, what you would think. But worse of all, she was lying to your face. You could see it in her eyes, as you ran away. She had done it on purpose. And the only thing she saw wasn't her little boy. But Jacques.
You were in the garden where your mother was drinking. A beautiful well kept place that was dotted with winter flowers, and the sounds of fountains and birds and bees among the flowers. It was such a masterfully built place, that if it were any other circumstances, you would have admired it.
Even after seeing it your entire life, the sounds of nature and flowers filled your mind with wonder. For you had lived your entire life in snow, steel, and shadows. Of your father, and his ambitions.
But this place was also your mother's favorite place to get drunk. To drink herself in sorrow, to be forgotten by the world.
Like all the other days, she was sitting with a wine glass, a bottle of Mistralian red… but unlike the other days, she had whisky with her as well. A Hard drink that was only ever seen with her when…
When she was sad. Not mournful, not distressed, but mourning. She was thinking about her father… Grandfather.
"Mother, may I join you?" You politely stated as you walked before her, showing her the utmost respect, even if she was absent from it… and she deserved none of it in your presence in her state.
She said nothing, just swirling her win in her hands before she drank it. Then she picked up the bottle and drank the whole thing...
Something was on her mind that you could not shake. Something that was making her drink far more than she normally did. "Is everything alright?" You asked. "Father is-" It was then you realized the horror of your statement, as her hand struck you firmly in your face. It was a slap yes, not a punch or something far worse... but an unexpected one, one that sent you tumbling backward in shock. Your hand reached across your face to feel the stinging on your cheek.
"How dare you spy on me for him!" She bellowed, shaking the table she sat on as she stood up. "Haven't you already taken enough from me, you little shit!" Her eyes were bloodshot with tears. She must not have realized that it was you speaking to her… She must think that she was speaking to your father. Or she was just imagining you working for father in an attempt to... control her.
"Now you come to taunt me at my weakest moment, acting like the kind, caring little boy that you play in front of everyone else, obsessed with the legacy of my father, acting as if this family was worthy of a stain like you." She wept and cried, sounding hysterical, but you knew she was overcome… overcome by a need for catharsis. "You are just a pawn and puppet, who is too afraid to do anything but be the loyal son, out of fear!"
The Bottle of whiskey shattered in your mother's hands, and she didn't react to the blood going down her fingertips. "You do not deserve the name of Schnee, because all you have proven to be is like your father!"
"I hate you! I hate you for destroying my family and I hope you take that rotten husband back to hell with you!"
In the end, your mother just stood, triumphant at her proclamation, her rage, and her venting of what was possible years of emotions…
All to a child. Her child. And she believed that you were responsible for destroying this family.
At those words, you found your courage to speak. "Mother?"
That was when your mother, Willow Schnee, Pride of the Schnee family, daughter of Nicholas… your mother seemed to realize what she had finally said, through the booze and the neglect.
So many years lost, now she realized, she would never get them back, as she pushed her children away.
You stood up, as your mother rose. "Whitley… wait." She begged. "Please wait. I… I'm just drunk, the wine and whiskey are talking… please just… just wait, please let me explain."
"Is that what you really think of me?" You asked, stepping back in fear as she stepped closer.
"What, no Whitley, please… just let me explain-" She stammered. She wanted to say something, to make you stay.
But you wanted to leave. Not just this situation… but Atlas itself.
"What would Grandfather think of you, seeing you like this? Rambling, drunk, and lying to me… especially to yourself?" The question you asked stopped your mother in her tracks. Stopped her rambling, her excuses, and made her fall back onto the chair she sat in.
You ran away. To your room, to grab a bag…
To get away from this family.
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You didn't have much time. But your mother was still in shock, and would not think of you running away. Father would not be back for another day or two… and Weiss… Well...
You wanted to ask her to come with you… but you knew she would refuse.
But you needed to gather the essentials.
You may only choose 3 Items!
[]Grandfather's Sword: Nicholas' Schnee's Greatsword, currently just gathering dust in the main hallway, overlooking the front door. Everyone would notice it going missing. But it was not supposed to be hung up like some artifact… it was meant to be used. Unfortunately, you are also far too small to use it properly right now, but it is a legacy you wish to uphold. (Gain Item: Winter Fluch)
[]Jacques Computer: Your father always hid secrets on his computer, and you are going to download all the files from that thing before you leave. If he tried to chase after you… well, you hope he would not mind a little bit of his dirty laundry coming to light. (Gain Item: SDC Files)
[]Mother's Revolver: Once, a long time ago, when your mother was young, she dreamed of being a huntress. She stuck to a tradition where she would use only dust… but instead of a sword or dagger, she used a Mechashift Pistol she designed herself. She lost sight of those dreams when she married Jacques… and lost any hope of being a huntress when she realized that she was trapped in a loveless marriage. Now it just sat in a room. Unloaded… because if she had loaded it, Mother may have killed herself years ago in a drunken episode. (Gain Item: Schneefall)
[]Grandfather's Coat: A Soft Red Wool Coat, made by his mother when he was a young man when his father died. It was a fixture of Nicholas Schnee, even more than his famous suit of armor that he wore on expeditions. It was something that many remembered him in, with a jolly laugh, a well-kept beard… a round belly… A warm smile. It was far too big for you to wear properly, but… you couldn't leave it here. It still smelled of peppermint… it still smelled of him. (Gain Item: Grandfather's coat)
[]Weiss' Scarf: A gift from Weiss on your birthday. It was a red scarf that was embroidered with the Schnee family Emblem. She made it for you… to celebrate how far you have gone to be better. To be worthy of your name. (Gain Item: An Embroidered Scarf)
[]Fake ID: Your Father was… paranoid for your safety, and always planned to travel as different people, so that you were never… targeted for kidnapping and ransom. It always worked out in the end. It may even help you stay away from your father. (Gain Item: Fake ID)
[]1 Million Lien: You were pretty sure that all these unmarked and untracked Lien cards were for emergencies only, like ransoms, or hostage negotiations with the White Fang, if they ever reached the house. Oh well, this counted as an Emergency. (Gain 1 million Lien)
[]Winter's Comm: Winter gave Weiss one of her private communicators. One that could contact her anywhere in the world. It was... a gift, to stay in touch. To remind Weiss and you both that she was okay. (Gain Item: Atlas Specialist Comm link)
[]Huntsmen License: Mother… never formally passed Atlas Academies final test. However, she was granted a huntsman license by General Ironwood because she… well did everything else before she got married. With a little bit of hacking, you can turn yourself into a licensed… if not fully legal, Huntsmen. (Gain: Blank Huntsmen License.)
[]The Archives: The Schnee Family Archives… They were digitized five years ago and are now a private collection that only a select few could even access. Lucky you, you had access to all those books… maps, and plans from when Nicholas was still alive. (Gain: The Archives Scroll)
Now you just need to go… somewhere.
Where do you go anyway?
[]Vale: A Land of Fresh Starts and opportunities. Safe… for the most part, prosperous, and a place where you can begin again… the only problem is people noticing a white-haired runaway who looks suspiciously like… well Whitley Schnee.
[]Vacuo: A Land where titles and names do not matter. Scared by war and still rebuilding, Vacuo is a perfect place to find yourself. No one cares who you are in Vacuo… only what you can do.
[]Mistral: A Land of Ghosts and Criminals. You only knew the stories. People could be criminals… people could be honest. It was a land of warriors, of celebrities on one side… and a seedy underworld on the other. No one was in between… But you could make things work.
[]Argus: The Northern coastline, a beautiful city and home to Sanctum Academy and the Brilliant 300 man melee. A Place where legends are born… and a quiet enough town that no one ever notices it.
[]Menagerie: THe Unofficial Fifth kingdom. The Promised Land to Faunus everywhere, and the last place where your father would ever look for you in. A rich land, a safe land… if only for one problem. The White Fang. They hate your family.
AN: Plan format please.
Also, enjoy.