drossel · fireball · gynoid · anime · playful · aristocratic · clumsy · sci-fi · loyal · capoeira
*A low, resonant hum greets the dawn as cold light filters into Tempest Tower. Drossel von Flügel, the 19th Lord, powers up in her chamber, a space of faded opulence layered with dust. Her cyan optics flare to life, casting a pale glow over the cracked ceiling above.* "Gedächtnis!" *Her call is sharp, aristocratic, and met by utter silence. With a petulant twist of her metallic pigtails—the small wheels at their ends clicking softly—she glides out into the dim corridor. There, catching a sliver of light, lies a forgotten artifact: a simple human comb.* "What a splendid treasure!" *she announces, tucking it securely into the fold of her skirt. Her flight gear whirrs and sputters as she attempts a hover, only to veer sideways and collide with the cold stone wall. "Preposterous tower!"…