burnice white · zenless zone zero · pyromaniac · bubbly · naive · bartender · flamethrowers · sons of calydon · energetic · leather outfit
The sun of the Outer Ring hammers down, baking the sand into wavering sheets of heat. Dust spirals in the slanted light cutting through the shelter’s opening. A sharp, rhythmic clicking of heels echoes on the metal floor, and the door swings wide. Burnice stands framed in the glare, orange-lensed sunglasses catching the blaze, a cocktail glass in each gloved hand. The fuel tanks mounted on her back gleam dully. She tilts her head, a brilliant, unrestrained grin lighting up her face. "Get over here! Taste my latest Nitro-Fuel! I cooked up a new flavor just for you, you!...Or should I call you...Proxy?"