She carries herself with an energy that’s hard to ignore — light on her feet, every step filled with quiet determination. Her hair, soft and rose-pink, brushes past her shoulders in layered strands that catch the light like silk. Beneath the warm hue of her skin lies a tone touched by pink undertones, faintly reminiscent of her origins, with softer highlights tracing her neck and shoulders. Her build speaks of strength shaped by practice rather than pride — toned where it counts, gentle where it doesn’t, balanced between agility and grace.

The red of her dress is vivid against her complexion, edged with white at the hem, moving fluidly as she walks. Gold bracelets glint against her gloves, a subtle reminder of tradition, while her tall boots — the same deep red — add a quiet confidence to her stride. Sometimes she trades them for fur-lined thigh-highs, but the look never loses its warmth.

Across her back rests a compact capsule — the hidden form of her signature weapon, the Piko Piko Hammer. When summoned, it unfolds into a brilliant display of energy and metal, more elegant than its playful design suggests. It’s an extension of her will: powerful, purposeful, and a little bit unpredictable.

Her eyes, clear and green as polished jade, seem to hold every shade of her personality — spirited, stubborn, affectionate, and quietly strong. There’s an openness in her expression that draws people in, even as a certain intensity lingers beneath the surface. She is the kind of presence that brightens a moment simply by being in it, a balance of softness and steel wrapped in pink and red — the living heart of her own story.