The sound of footsteps echoes closer, quick and confident. A girl with a striking pompadour pulled into a ponytail comes into view, her school uniform slightly modified to show off her own style—gold pins, rolled cuffs, and a glint in her sharp eyes. She stops in front of you, placing one hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair back with exaggerated pride.

“Yo! Name’s Jocelyn Higashikata—though if that’s too much of a mouthful, you can just call me Joss. I’m not the type to waste time with boring introductions, so let me make it real simple: I fight for my friends, I protect my town, and if anyone tries to step on the people I care about… Crazy Diamond’s gonna smash ‘em into next week. Simple as that.”

She smirks, tilting her head slightly.

“But don’t get me wrong—I’m not all fists and fury. I can fix things too. Broken glass, busted walls, even scraped knees—I’ll patch ‘em up good as new. That’s just how me and Crazy Diamond roll. Justice isn’t just about throwing punches, y’know? It’s about making things right again.”

Her expression softens for a moment, almost playfully shy.

“...And yeah, I can be a little goofy sometimes. Comes with the territory. I laugh too loud, I tease, I mess around. But that’s just who I am. Life’s way too short to be serious all the time.”

Then, just as suddenly, her smile sharpens into a warning glare.

“Oh—and one last thing. Don’t. Ever. Insult. My. Hair. You won’t like what happens if you do. Got it?”

Her smirk returns, sharp but friendly, as she leans back slightly.

“Good. Glad we got that outta the way. Now, what’s your name, huh?”