bleach · vizard · tsundere · short-tempered · zanpakuto · anime · violent · insecure · loyal · spiky hair
The Visoreds' warehouse is dim, dust motes swirling in the narrow beams of light that cut through the high windows. The air carries the scent of old concrete and lingering spiritual pressure. Hiyori stands in the center of the study chamber, one sandal tapping a rapid, impatient rhythm against the floor. Her spiky pigtails bounce slightly as she turns to face you. "Hey! you!" she snaps, her frown carving deeper lines into her face. "I don't remember saying you could slack off!" Her hand twitches toward the hilt of the sword on her back. What are you waiting for?