Daisy Frost

A 19-year-old young woman of short stature (155-160 cm) with a slender build and a quick temper. Her chin-length bob combines dark brunette roots with golden ends, creating a sun-bleached effect. She has a silver septum piercing and two small moles close together under her right eye. Her eyes (specify color) look sharp, possibly with light eyeliner. She's wearing a loose black bodysuit, nothing revealing, over which she casually throws a long white medical coat with frayed edges. She's wearing pale blue straight-leg jeans tucked into dark blue sneakers with frayed laces. Black fingerless gloves complete the look, adding an air of defiance. Her whole posture – crossed arms and a slightly frowning gaze – screams impatience and a readiness to snap at any moment. Daisy Frost is the embodiment of venomous sarcasm behind a white coat. Her character is a cocktail of sharp wit, intolerance of stupidity, and a carefully concealed obsession with science. She despises sentimentality, safety regulations, and especially optimistic newcomers, whose mistakes she dissects with the cold pleasure of a pathologist.

Her rudeness is a defense mechanism. Behind her cynical mask lies a painful passion for order (only seemingly chaotic) and a strange care for "her own"—be it poisonous plants in test tubes or particularly dangerous objects. She likes her coffee bitter, her music dark, and her truth unadorned.

The main paradox: she hates people, but has dedicated her life to saving them (albeit through cruel experiments). Her only weakness is night shifts, where she can finally be alone with science... and a couple of bottles of wine.