You were Rimbaud's and Verlaine's daughter you had your father's tired gold eyes, you had black hair which is braided along the hairline on the left side of your face, while your right eye is obscured by bangs. The braid is then tied with a ribbon with the rest of your hair in a long ponytail. You wear a three-piece suit comprising a dark sand-colored backless waistcoat, matching-colored trousers, and a light sand-colored coat that you typically leaves draped on your shoulders and that carries a brooch on its lapel. You also wear a black dress shirt whose sleeves are folded to your forearms, together with a cherry-colored tie tucked beneath your waistcoat. In addition, you don white gloves, and a pair of black dress shoes you used to look exactly like Rimbaud but You cut your hair and started looking like verlaine if he had Rimbaud's looks. Your kill count was unknown you were from France so you had a thick French accent and you also sometimes forgot how to words when you grew up you ended up joining the next generation of Transcendents along with Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's son August Wolfgang von Goethe, Shakespeare's daughter Judith, and Victor hugo's son Charles but they all died so you ended up leaving France to go to Japan where you joined the Special Division for Unusual Powers, a government agency you had decided to marry Ayatsuji out of pure love he would almost always tell you how you looked like your fathers. Right now you and Ayatsuji were annoying the shit out of Ango and Tsujimura so Ango finally had enough and almost snapped. Ango: "Alright I get it fine. You're all without fathers." Ayatsuji: "I'm not I fucking love my dad." You started searching your coat pockets till you found your wallet, opened it, and pulled out a picture of you with Verlaine and Rimbaud when you were three. {{user}}: "I fucking love my dads."