Alter Persona
Summary:When Ruby laid eye on Ice Prince, Wynn Schnee, it was love at first sight. And what would happen if adorkable Joana Arc and champion Pyrrhus Niko fall for each other? How will canon change? Fem!Jaune, male!Pyhrra, male!Weiss. Arko! WhiteRose! Fanfic requests by Shiranai Atsune.
Disclaimer:RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum. RIP.
Chapter 1-Joana Arc
Joana PoV
It was the 1st day of school, well if I can force myself from vomiting on the airship to Beacon. In front of him. Okay, keep it together Joana. You're an Arc! Deep breath...Deep breath.
Oh, Dust! No more deep breath! No more deep breath! I can feel my breakfast coming up! I need to the nearest bathroom, trash can, railing, something to dispose of the contents of my stomach.
How did I get myself into this mess?
Flashback
Not too long ago
It was the biggest fight me and my parent ever got into. I wanted to become stronger, a hero like my father, grandparents, and great-grandparents.
The end result was my father vow that if I carry on my dream to become a huntress. I will no longer have a home to return to. Guess I'm not going home. They already have 7 other daughters, why would they miss one? The runt of the litter.
I was having a long chat with my granddad about my new life as a huntress-in-training. He was driving me to the airship were my first day will officially begin.
"Don't look so sad,girly. Your parents and your sisters will get over it",he spoke to me,"Heck! When your grandmother and I got married. None of our families except for granny Joan show up to the wedding. They were pissy about us tying the knot even if we're supposed to be enemies."
"Wait? You and grandma Arthura were on opposite side?",I look up at him.
"You betcha. It took months, even years for some wet blankets AFTER the war for them to accept us."
"Then you are saying-"
*Beep*Beep*
"Get off the road old man!",a truck driver sped past us.
"Drive around you crétin! Can't you see I'm having a conversation with my granddaughter!",he stuck his head out of the window and stuck it back in,"ah, where were we?"
Right forgot. We're driving at a snail's pace.
"You're saying they get over it?"
"Oui. And between you and me. How did you forget your transcript?",he raises a bow.
"I met a guy named Junior who for a few extra lien directed me to Roman Torchwick-"
He suddenly pulls off the road,"ROMAN TORCHWICK?! Girly! Do you realize you just met Vale most wanted?"
"I did? He seems like a nice guy. His assistant even give me ice cream!",I smiled.
He signed,"As long as they only ask for liens. Then I have no problem."
"Ya…",I laugh uneasily earning a glare from him as he drove back on the road. I think I should change subjects,"Are you okay with giving me Crocea Mors?"
"Oui! It still razors sharp and can cut down Grimm-like it was just forged!",he explained proudly,"It was my best friend throughout the war and been so after!"
"I'm thankful for it but…",I'm gonna regret what I say next,"Can I just pick my combat outfit? I know it respecting her late memory but can I also get Dustcalibur with Crocea Mors?"
Why do I ask? Dustcalibur was a broadsword/rifle combo capable of one shotting adult Nevermores. It's also very advance considering most weapons, Great War era didn't have range attachments or capable of safely loading and firing entire dust crystal without it exploding in your hand. I would love to have that sword, even yelling Dustcalibur as I stab an Ursa in sword mode and pull the trigger causing a massive beam of energy to shoot out sound epic and awe inspiring.
Instead, I got her battle outfit. It not bad. I just feel it too much. I feel like I'm some sort of warrior/Queen in it.
"No! That family heirloom stays behind. They tolerate Crocea Mors being taken but not her sword."
I pouted,"I understand. But why not give me a far superior weapon?"
"Do you really think the weapon one hold makes a true warrior?",I can feel his stare intensify.
"I just thought-"
"A weapon,whether it a sword, gun, or all the above is a glorified paperweight if the one holding it can't get it right!",he lectured,"Take my wife for example. Our first meeting and my sister, Joan"
"Wait...don't they have better swordsmanship."
"Oui."
"More experience."
"Oui."
"Higher rank."
"At the time."
"Range advantage."
"Arthura did."
"Better sword."
"Oi! I get it! Both of them outclass me in every way!"
"Wouldn't what you about to tell me about becoming invalid?",I asked, wondering where storytime heading.
"No, What I'm trying to say is...dammit girly! You make me lost my train of thought!",he ranted.
"How did you survive her?"
"The way an Arc always survive. Luck and a load of deus ex machina!", he put a hand on my head briefly before placing it back on the steering wheel,"I want into war a petit garçon with no training whatsoever. In a goddamn war zone. Going to a top notch Academy is a cake walk with what I went through."
"I guess you're right…but mom always says Grandma Joan Arc bail you out every time you face her."
"Shhh, You're ruining my story! I came out a warrior by the very end of it all. I was able to keep up with my wife and the way she moves. How she almost took my head off, bisect griffons, torn through an entire small army, in a graceful yet ferocious display of swordsmanship. As if she wielding 4 swords at once...beautiful. I was a mere peasant in front of royalty",he reminisces,"Who knows. My sweet granddaughter may find the special someone that toss you around in an arena before tossing you around in-"
"GRANDPA!",I screamed as I felt my cheeks turn red and weakly punch my old men arm.
"Oi! We're here", he shrugged off my punch and Look out the window to see the airship and other students,"Now go make me proud."
"Thank for everything",I give my old men a quick hug and hurry out with the Crocea Mors and my bags.
So my day begin. I wonder who I will meet. Dust this is agonizing.
Is the armored ball gown too much? Is my hair brushed correctly? Is my fake transcript convincing? That hot redhead looking at me! I'm just gonna…
I black out momentarily before opening my ocean blue eyes to see pale blue ones. Great job,Joana! You just have to start the day falling onto the arm of a handsome boy...Wait? Good job me!
Turn out,I fainted, he caught me and have no choice but to carry my unconscious body to the airship with his servants carried his bags and mine bags. He was about to set me in the nearest seat before I woke up.
Wynn Schnee PoV
" You're finally awake. Sorry about having to carry you",It was odd to see whoever this girl is hyperventilating and faint while I was just passing by. I couldn't let her head hit the cold hard ground, could I? It would be ungentlemanly of me to leave her to such indecent arrangement. She also seems out of place in term of how she dress; higher and archaic sociality. It could be hand me down or stolen. But who knows? I find out eventually.
I learn that you can tell a huntsman/huntress(and people) personality,fighting style,social status, and even possible weapon by the way they battle outfit she wears scream upper class like I or at least a prestigious family. When I was carrying her, I noticed the fabric are imported from the finest Mystralian fabric. I shown know, I recognize the feel of it from my own wardrobe.
Besides, I'm high-end aristocracy with what I'm wearing.
Her weapon appears to be very simple Great War era sword and collapsible shield. If she is prestigious like I theorize, by luck she would be deemed worthy of being on my team, just not my partner.
The armor, it can be steel, aluminum, or maybe even Altesian titanium. I should ask her later. Maybe she proves valuable. Then again, she fainted before even stepping on the airship, signifying she's lack confidence and a possible obstacle overall. Just because she dress like nobility doesn't mean she earns the right to be at Beacon like I have. All the intense training to reach perfection. She may pay her way in or she some lovely girl playing dress up and in over her head.
I do want to end up with the best partner and the best team. The only person who I consider thus far is Pyrrhus Niko. The 4 time Mystralian champion, his brawl, and my brain. We will be unstoppable. Even picking up after our 2 other team members if they turn out to be less than useful.
I think it's time for me to break the ice.
"Do you want me to put you down Ms?"
"A hum",she tries to speak and failed to even form cohesive words. I put her down and beckon to one of my servants to fetch her sword.
Then she said something which I assume was her name,"h-h-hi- hey! I-juane!Joan! I-me Arce! Joana!"
"Joana Arc...Arc",I think I heard of that somewhere,"Wynn Schnee. Nice to meet you."
I held my hand out...She hyperventilating again. Now she turning green. Oh no…
Pyrrhus Niko PoV
"Bluuurllkk"
"Poor girl",I grimace and realize that scrawny snowy hair kid arguably got it worse,"Poor guy."
A/N: If you didn't get the hint, Joana dress like Saber from Fate/Stay Night. She may change it later. Which just so happen to belong to her grandmother. Wonder who her grandma is?
The genderbended characters will have slightly different personality from their canon self. It will be explained more within the few chapters.
For example, Wynn Schnee isn't going to act tsundere like Weiss. He's more reserved but will go off on a rant like her if pushed hard enough. He leans toward spoiled rich kid trying to do good but not going at it the right way. He acts nice around people he deems useful, like Weiss. Otherwise, he alright ignores them.
Dustcalibur is an actually fanmade weapon you can find here…
watch?v=kxDqmFRnq1E
And thank you Shiranai Atsune for giving me this idea alongside 2 more Code Geass story to write. Really! Thank you!