The island they found me on has no name. If I were to give it one, I would borrow from the old poems, and name it “Tartarus.” A place of torment for the wicked, and a prison for the old gods, barred and locked with a void as black as the churning seas that surround this wretched place. I’ve been stranded here for five years, and have dreamt of my rescue every grim, dark night since then. For five years, I’ve had only one thought, one goal burning in the pit of my heart that forced me to keep on going, even when I wanted nothing more than to lay down and die – I had to survive. Survive long enough to wipe away the sins that have stained my family’s name.
The island held many dangers. The Grimm. The Faunus. The Humans.
To live, I needed to shed my pride, my arrogance, and all the petty little things I used to cling to, and make myself into something more than I once was. I needed to steel my soul, and forge myself into a weapon that wouldn’t bend, wouldn’t break under the stress of conflict. I’m returning not the girl who was shipwrecked, but the woman who will bring justice to the ones who have poisoned our kingdoms.
My name is Weiss Schnee.
was the exact opening I used. Winter was actually the Amanda Waller type.>>78243011
Only vaguely, unfortunately. Mostly in the time traveling thing and being a bit of an idiot, he's actually closer to being Philip J. Fry (as the ancestor he wants to be like, the ancestor he was named for, is him).