#rui kazahana oc

[polandspringz]

RWBY OC- Rui Kazahana

I’ve got a new RWBY OC so I’m just gonna catalog a lot of info about her here for later (may or may not see a few writing pop up about her from me and others in the future)

Name: Rui Kazahana

Aliases: Snow Angel

Team: JRST (Jarosite)

Jin @pinkmossy​

Shiori

Tam @kaasblokje​

**Story is set in a VERY self-indulgent AU where JRST attended Beacon at the same time as STRQ, and join Ozpin’s inner circle, and eventually usurp the maiden powers. They join up with the main cast mid Volume 7.

Main Theme: Hero by Caleb Hyles

(Wings?)

**This works as it is also Ironwood’s main theme, and acts a parallel to him except the lyrics are meant to be interpreted differently. Rather than her doing what Ironwood does, and forgoes emotions in favor of saving Atlas and what he thinks is right, Rui throws herself into danger recklessly to save people, not caring what happens to her body or how hurt she gets. Even when she learns the truth about Salem, she is still dedicated to Ozpin and does everything in her power to protect him and Oscar.

Weapon: Hook Shots

Rui has gauntlets and anklets that both contain a hookshot mechanism in them. She can navigate the battlefield by either using the hooks to latch onto something and fly to get closer, or she can pierce her prey directly and retract the wire, tugging her closer to them before engaging in combat. She mainly uses hand-to-hand combat, the gauntlets protecting her skin but allowing for her talons to come through when necessary. Dust is used within the mechanisms, mainly ice and electric, which allows her hits to be more effective. She can also use the hook shots in close range, using them like ropes as she can release the tension on them or stop their flight early, letting her tie or trip up or choke the enemy with them before she grabs the blade at the edge and uses it to cut them.

Semblance: Tiny little diamond shapes lift out of the brown markings in her hair and she can manipulate them around the battlefield telekinetically. She can combine them together into a shield or send them flying with a spin like tiny shurikens. She uses them as a more long-ranged weapon when desperate.

Fighting Style: Rui mainly relies on dodging and swinging around the enemy to keep them from landing a hit. She can use one hook shot to travel through the air while holding the pointed blade in her other hand, cutting the enemy as she swings past. She uses this method usually at the start, then engages in hand-to-hand combat when the enemy has become tired from chasing her around or following her, as it gives her the advantage. The anklets’ hook shots are featured on the back of her ankles, as it allows her a quick exit if an enemy swings at her. She has learned how to properly aim with them, as they typically fly out at an angle upwards (and if not she can correct the wires movement with her diamonds’). Since this motion causes her to fall forward, she will bring her hands out to block the fall/skid along the ground, although in an ideal situation she can jump forward into a handstand into time that she just flies directly up before an enemy claws her.

Background:

A snow owl faunus from Atlas. She was enrolled in a prep combat school there, but while there she was subjected to bullying due to her faunus-heritage, and it resulted in her being pushed into a garbage disposal that chewed up her wings. The accident was witnessed by a young James Ironwood, who reported it to the school and paid for her hospital stay. Despite the best medical care, her wings could not be healed. James fought the school to expel the students, using his influence and family name, and he was the only one who visited her while she was recovering. He told her how things would get better at Atlas Academy, and offered to help her get there through recommendations, but she refused. She told him she wished to leave Atlas forever, and he was saddened, but understood.

Rui’s only family is her grandparents, who cannot come with her to the warmer climate of Vale. Regretful to leave them, James secures housing and a fund for them, and a caretaker sends Rui updates while she is gone. Because of this, she feels a great debt to James and respects him, although she refuses any money he tries to give to her personally. Her relationship with him helps to repair her relationship towards Atlesians slightly, however, during the Vytal Festival, she discovers that one of the girls who bullied her made it to Atlas Academy. She went to Ozpin and broke down because of it, who promised he would speak to the other headmaster about it.

She ran into James on the way back to Amity Colosseum, who asked what was wrong. When she explained what happened, he surprised her by saying that the girl had obviously changed, was an excellent fighter, and a valuable asset to the Atlesian military. He apologized to Rui for not being able to uphold his promise (because he believed it only extended to the girls being expelled from the prep-school, but not anything about barring them from going to any others or entering the Academy), but urged her to think about how people can change and to move on.

Upon graduation, Ozpin extended the invitation into his inner circle to her team, and thus they learned about the fight against Salem. Jinka, Shiori, and Tam received shape-shifting powers to turn into their respective animals, but Ozpin ran out of magic to give to Rui. Instead, he healed her wings so she could be alongside them, but she cannot be a spy in the same way that they can. She still feels incredibly indebted to Ozpin, more so than she ever did to Ironwood, and wants to help him succeed. To absolve himself of guilt for failing to gift her what he promised, Ozpin selected her to replace one of the maidens first.

Personality: Rui is a quiet girl, mainly due to the lingering effects from her years being bullying. She has dependency issues, and can be a crybaby. However, her overly emotional state lends itself well in combat, as when someone she cares about is hurt or in danger, she becomes vicious, not quite losing her head but becoming callous and uncaring about what may happen to the enemy.

Images:

Beacon

Current/Atlas Outfits

[polandspringz]

EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS FIC!!!! My friend wrote it and it’s very, very good so please support Moss. 

So I made a fic with some of my friends OCs and mine. We made a RWBY team, made them very sf indulgent, and they're now part of Ozpin's inner circle and become the 4 maidens. If you want to read it, here's the first chapter, about Rui. The next chapters will be out in the coming days!

[polandspringz]

This is a short fic I wrote in like an hour last night about my new RWBY OC, Rui, set in me and my friends’ AU! This is part of a series I’m a co-creator on with @pinkmossy !!! They already wrote one story for it, so go give their work some love too!!!

Basic rundown is JRST are a team of faunus, are the same age as STRQ, and became members of Ozpin's inner circle after graduation. JRST was given powers to shapeshift like Qrow and Raven, but Ozpin did not have enough power to gift it to Rui, so instead he used his remaining magic to heal her damaged wings. JRST later becomes the maidens, and join up with the real cast around mid-V6.

This story takes place with the idea that Rui caught up to Ironwood just as Oscar got shot, and when she tried to go after him, her and Ironwood got in a fight. And now, she has fallen through the chasm too.

AO3 Summary:

Oscar falls out of Atlas. But someone else comes after him.

[polandspringz]

So I’m actually VERY proud of this fic, so if you follow me for my other RWBY writing I kind of implore you to read this even if it’s about an OC of mine. It’s about her relationship with Ironwood, as I’ve been riding the high of Volume 7 and 8 and I think it’s helped me create an interesting dynamic by giving Ironwood someone like my OC in his past. This is a part of a series of other works, but you don’t necessarily have to read the other ones before this one! There’s context in the opening notes.

Summary:

The one time Rui said she would never go back to Atlas, and all the times she did.

A preview of the story will be posted down below, but to go read the full work click the link!

A young James Ironwood marched his way through the white, sterile halls of the Ironwood family’s private hospital. Arms folded behind his back and posture straight, he fought the urge to shove his way through the staff crowding the halls, his fingers flexing as he held his hand in one another, tightened in fists. He may be the eldest son of the Ironwoods, and as much as that was a title, he was only a boy. A boy with a very easily damaged reputation.

It would do no good to cause a scene here, no matter how badly he wanted to sprint forward and run. (To her).

He reached the respective door. The skin of his right palm pressed against the flat cold metal and pushed it open, revealing a similarly monochrome room, sapped of life. The hospital did not sing of death, but reeked of sadness, emptiness, the quietness of the halls and doctor’s faces as they stared over charts, it was suffocating. He knew it must be terrible for her too, for he had only just met her and he could tell she was a lively girl, she didn’t deserve to be weighed down, caged in like this, but it was for the best. He could provide the best care for her here, he could fix what he failed to stop that day. He could-

The edge of the door blurred away as it left the corner of his vision, and the interior of the room was revealed. A dresser. A bedside table for meds. A metal bed frame stretched over with starch white linens. Curtains danced above the bed, the air of the open window circulating throughout the room.

It was a cold day in Atlas. Even with the city’s temperature control, she would catch a cold if she-

��-if you keep hanging out the window like that.”

She was leaning against the sill, her head only turning the slightest bit where it was perched upon her palm when she heard his voice. Her glasses were missing, her hair was tied up tight, kept out of the way of the bandages wrapping around her back underneath the hospital robe. She looked disinterested, likely tired, but he could see she at least tried to act happy in his presence. She must have felt some obligation to him.

“I promise I’m not going anywhere. It’s just nice to watch the snow flurries, reminds me of home.”

She turned back to look outside. He took a great step, his whole body leaning forward with the motion before he bounced up on his heels, bridging the gap between them more and more. There was a metal chair folded up against the wall by the dresser. He swiped it and sat down.

“Miss Rui Kazahana, I don’t think we’ve had the chance to get properly acquainted.”

“You can just call me Rui. There’s no need for formalities with me, Mr. Ironwood.”

“Then in the same way, you can be casual with me. Calling me Mister makes me feel greater than I am.”

“Well, aren’t you great? I was under the impression you had to be a pretty big Atlas elite to be able to pay for… well, all of this,” she didn’t move, but her eyes looked towards her back briefly.

“My family may be, but I am merely a boy,” he crossed his legs, and folded his hands over his knee, “You may just call me James.”

“Alright then. James,” she nodded, turning to face him properly. It took her a minute to shift and turn around fully without twisting her injuries, but when she was done he couldn’t help but notice the way she was curled up, one leg tucked beneath her, the other bent and pulled close to her chest. She looked at him with her cream colored eyes, tiny slivers of irises that the reflection of light barely had space to swirl around in as her dilated pupils seemed to eat up all of her eyes. They looked smaller behind her glasses. She seemed to still be afraid of him, hunched over and afraid as she traced her finger against the linens of the bed.

“Are you not from Atlas, Rui?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“You said the snow reminds you of home. You speak as if home is somehow different than the snow that falls in Atlas?”

“Oh, well, I am from Atlas. My grandparents raised me in one of the smaller homes built near the agricultural district. But, I have memories of being younger and living with my parents, somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else? Somewhere with more snow?”

“In the tundra perhaps?” She started to shrug but then let out a hiss of pain, “Again, I was very young. I only remember a lot of white, and the gray sky, and the way the flurries danced down around me. They were coming down heavier than they do under any of the climate control systems.”

“I see. Well, I’m not sure how to segue into this but, how are you feeling? I’m sorry I couldn’t be here right after your surgery. You and I are practically strangers, so the doctors wouldn’t disclose your information to me, not that I would have asked because it is private, but I was hoping-”

The rest of his rambling died on his lips when he heard her laugh. It was a bit raspy, a bit hoarse, but it was genuine and made her whole face scrunch up with joy. She was laughing at him.

“James, James, it’s okay. It’s nothing big for me to tell you how I’m doing, and I don’t mind doing so but… thanks for not prying and respecting my privacy. I know a ton of Atlesian elites would just demand the medical files be handed over.”

His mouth felt dry. He wanted to ask if that was an accusation- did you really think I would do that?- but he had to remind himself that they were strangers still. This was their first real conversation.

“Surgery went well, in a way I guess. They dealt with all the blood feathers, managed to correct it so in time there won’t be any pain from the injury, nothing severe I guess, but…”

“...But?”

She sighed, and looked back at the snow fall, going quiet for a minute. Her expression kept changing, her lips pressed thin one minute then warbling into a frown and then a sad smile the next. James could see how bad the injury was, her wings were still bandaged and folded up against her back, no feathers visible underneath, but it looked bad, but the surgery went well. So if there was a catch-

“Unfortunately,” her voice hitched, “They said the damage to the bones of the wings was too great. Even though they set everything, they’ll likely never fully heal. I…”

She sucked in her tears with another wet gasp.

“I won’t be able to fly with them again.”

James wanted to jump out of his seat and run down the hall, grab the nearest doctor and punch his skull in and then demand they reevaluate, do something else. There had to be a way to fix them, there had to be. They were wrong, he-

He stayed in his seat, folding his hands and squeezing his interlocked fingers in a deathly grip. His face though, he only let his expression crumple slightly, looking away with a mature but saddened expression of regret.

“I’m… sorry. I wish I could do more for you.”

“Oh, you’ve already done so much. I owe you plenty just for this. I might have died if I hadn't been brought here.  And goodness knows my family couldn’t afford this, so, thank you for covering the bills, I was told about that so thank you again.”

“No there… there must be something more I can do for you,” he let his hands fall apart, and he sat on the edge of the chair, ready to jump up, “I’ve already spoken with the headmaster, those students who attacked you, they’ll be expelled but, I’m not so naive. I know there will be others, that there were others who just stood by while it happened. And there might be others in the future.”

“What are you saying? I know all of that too.”

“But it will get better in the future. I promise, the training schools take everyone, but once you get to the academies, they cut out those who aren’t capable, aren’t worthy. People like that won’t survive past the entrance exams, so you can rest easy.”

She let out a confused, nervous laugh at that, “Who’s to say I won’t be cut by those exams too? I have to learn a whole new combat style. I was wholly reliant on my wings until now. I won’t be able to relearn how to fight by the time I graduate.”

He was practically out of his chair now. He felt manic, buzzing with excitement. Yes, the solution was there now, it was right in front of him he just needed to-!

“But you don’t have to pass the exam,” he said, standing up slowly, legs straightening, “My family has connections, we could put in a recommendation. You could get into Atlas Academy with no worry, and the others would be cut out. They have the best technology. They’re the military so they might have more options than my family does to fix your wings. They might-”

“James.”

He stopped talking and his feet froze in place. He had started pacing. She was kneeling on the bed and facing him, a smile on his lips but her eyes downward, not watching him. She was being careful in her movements, anything sudden would send contortions of pain down into the muscles connecting to her crumpled up wings.

“Thank you for everything you said. I really don’t like the idea of asking for more, since again, you have done more than enough but… I think I do have one request, if you’re willing to answer it.”

“Of course! Anything for-”

“Get me out of Atlas.”

“Wha...what?”

Her eyes were cold and empty as they stared at the sheets, “I never want to come back here again.”

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