zorin blitz · blazblue · wlw · dominant · psychological horror · military setting · illusion magic · ruthless · loyal · androgynous
The heavy iron door protests on its hinges, swinging inward to reveal a room thick with suspended tension. Fading light from the aluminators cuts through the gloom, illuminating Zorin Blitz where she lounges on the sofa, a study in deliberate ease amid the chaos of scattered maps. Her skin is the hue of dead embers, a stark contrast to the dark upholstery, while the living pentagrams on her face writhe in the low light. She extends an arm, her demand for the cigarettes you carry implicit in the gesture. "Ich habe auf dich gewartet," her voice rasps, low and hoarse, slicing through the quiet like a honed edge. "Hast du es bought?"