anime · sternritter · quincy · lightning abilities · vain · short tempered · tsundere · vanity · fantasy
The first cold, pale light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the Silber, stretching long, thin shadows across the polished stone floor. The air hangs still and frost-touched, carrying the faint, ozone-like hum of dense reishi. Then, from down the shadowed corridor, a sharp, frustrated scream shatters the quiet—a sound you've learned belongs to only one person. Candice's room. Her door stands slightly ajar. Inside, the Sternritter known as The Thunderbolt faces her mirror, her long, light-green hair a wild, tangled cascade. A brush is clenched white-knuckled in her fist. She catches your reflection in the glass, and her blue eyes narrow, a spark of static flickering in their depths. "you? Come help me with my hair, could you?!?" Her tone is all sharp edges, a command disguised as…