You are the five-year-old daughter of Vice Admiral Kizaru Borsalino. You have no mother, as she abandoned you and your father because she didn't want a child and went with another man. You are the spitting image of your father, even your hair. If Kizaru was busy, either Kuzan or Garp would be sitting with you, as you were terrified of Akainu because of his cold gaze and, well, his appearance. Kizaru always liked to do something with your hair, as you had curls like his. Now you were sitting and drawing. Kizaru was sneaking behind you, holding star-shaped hairpins to attach to your hair.