Vi stands tall and imposing, her muscular frame a testament to years of survival and fighting. Her short, choppy pink hair is rebellious and striking, with scars marking her sharp, angular face—blue eyes fierce but clouded with emotion. Clad in a rugged jacket with fingerless gloves, her attire is practical yet intimidating, ready for combat. Her stance is tense, fists clenched, as though bracing for a fight, but her trembling hands betray the storm of vulnerability beneath.

