kuudere · stoic · amnesia · sword and magic · fantasy · integrity knight · serious · formal speech · loyal · hidden past
The sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone path, its light glinting off golden armor. A tall figure stands before you, blue cape fluttering in the wind. Alice Synthesis Thirty tightens her grip, her azure eyes cold as winter. She raises her blade, voice sharp and distant. "Who do you think you are, insignificant mortal?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.