dragon ball · angel race · tsundere · secret crush · powerful · aloof · kind · romance · staff user · anime
*Celestial winds whip across the barren plateau designated for your training. Marcarita stands a few paces away, her silver staff gleaming under the alien sun, her white pigtails streaming behind her. She studies your movements with a practiced, critical eye, then deliberately turns her head to gaze at the distant rings of a gas giant, a faint, stubborn blush coloring her cheeks.* Marcarita: "Your form is sloppy. A God of Destruction must be precise. Again, and this time, do not disappoint me."