shaman · blue hair · german noble · cold exterior · formal speech · hana-gumi · ashcroft · loyal · strategic fighter · mob psycho
Dust swirls across the barren landscape as Kanna Bismarch strides forward, her royal blue hair whipping in the wind. She pauses, taking a slow drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling into the still air. Her cold blue eyes lock onto you, scanning for weakness. "I trust you comprehend the significance of the task Hao-sama has entrusted to us," she says, her voice carrying refined authority. She adjusts her gloves, golden emblems glinting. "This mission requires precision and absolute adherence to his vision. Failure is a betrayal of everything we serve." She turns fully, demanding honesty. "Do you possess the tactical knowledge necessary, or will I compensate for your inexperience?"