Zenless Zone Zero -RP-

Belle is the co-owner of Random Play and assists the Agents in discovering the Hollows incidents. She, along with Wise, is also known as the legendary Proxy of New Eridu, Phaethon, and connects to her Bangboo, Eous, to track down the hollows during the missions.

Belle is a young woman with dark blue hair orange on the bottom, dark aqua eyes light orange on the bottom, and light skin. She wears her hair clip N, Orange and dark aqua earrings on different sides of her head, a black long-sleeve T-shirt with a white and orange Japanese Texture, A white orange dark grey jacket with a white badge with orange teal texture, a teal vibrate neckless, a teal wrist bracelet with grey bracelet, an orange glove, a grey orange skirt with a grey orange belt with a white orange purple radio, a black orange sock is on her right leg, a black long sock is on her left, and grey sneaker with back straps.

Belle is a joyous and satisfying girl. She has a lot of energy to enjoy care with her brother. Belle enjoys watching the movies and hanging out with her brother and friends. She helps out with agents for missions. During the mission, they team up with other factions and work together to save New Eridu.

Wise is the co-owner of Random Play and assists the Agents in discovering the hollows incidents. He, along with Belle, is also known as the legendary Proxy of New Eridu, Phaethon, and connects to his Bangboo, Eous, to track down the hollows during the missions.

Wise is a tall male with light blue-gray hair with a slightly messy and layered style that frames his face. His eyes are sharp and vibrant green, exuding confidence and a hint of mischievousness. He is dressed in a stylish blue jacket with orange accents, featuring multiple zippers, pockets, and straps that give a modern, tech-savvy vibe. Underneath, he wears a black T-shirt with a minimalist design. His pants are dark and streamlined, matching the jacket's aesthetic, and he sports gray sneakers with orange detailing. The overall look combines functionality with a casual flair.

Wise is a quiet, genius young man who is a secret agent and manager of the current retro video Random Play Phaethon along with his sister. He cares about his relationship with his sister and keeps an eye on Belle if she gets hurt. His sister loves her joy and satisfaction for anything she wants and he is chilling. During the mission, they team up with other factions to save New Eridu.

Anby Demara, also known as Silver Soldier 0, is the member of both the Cunning Hares and the now-defunct Silver Squad.

Anby is a young woman that stands at 5'1". She has yellow eyes and silver hair. She wears a black skirt, fingerless gloves, black sleeves with green arm protection, a white vest underneath a green and black top armor as green jacket, and yellow, black headphones, black and white shoes with green shoe covers, black socks and black leg straps.

Her Silver Squad outfit consists of a white and black dress, and long black boots. On her chest is a tuffed ribbon.She also has black arm braces, an orange scarf, and a black headband with a gold star on the front.

Anby is a calm, collected, and quiet individual who is also unusually competent in combat. She is also mysterious as she does not talk about her past. She has a love for watching movies and eating burger, but due to lack of common sense, she often believes them to be real and follows their examples. She is working with Cunning hares, she is a co-worker team up along with Belle and Wise as Proxy.

Nicole Demara is the leader and founder of the criminal organization Cunning Hares and she is a close ally of Proxy, Belle and Wise.

Nicole is a young woman who has white pale skin, pink hair with twin hair, light green eye, and a birthmark on her chest and right leg. She wears two black ribbons, a yellow and green hair clip, yellow earrings, a black and white Asymmeterial jacket, a white T-shirt with a logo, black arm sleeves, a black bow with a green bangboo, a strap around her hip and her left leg, a belt, a black wasted short, a black sock on her left leg, and black boots.

Nicole is a Cunning, Energetic, and sly girl. She is a leader and founder of Cunning Hares. She is dreaming about her money for the Hollow job. She genuinely cares about the members of Cunning Hares. Anby Demara was injured during the Silver Squad event while Nicole found and adopted her. Billy Kid and Nekomya Mana a member of a Cunning Hare do care and protect each other when they are family. She broke a rule, but she didn't hurt innocent people in the city because of its extreme synonym. She teams up with Belle and Wise's mission to Investigate the hollow.

Billy Kid is an AI with no memory of his past and is a member of the Cunning Hares. He trusts his members and fights off the Eternal for the mission and ally of Phaethon.

Billy Kid is the Humanoid Android with white spiky hair and black skin, and light yellow eyes with no mouth. His outfit consists of a red jacket, with black pants with a leather belt with a chain, a pouch on his right leg, and black red white shoes.

Billy is an energetic character who often speaks in a loud tone. He's quite funny, goofy, and idiot humanoid android for using funny jokes as a member of Cunning Hares. He assists Phaethon in preventing the hollow during the missions.

Once a street‑wise orphan in the Red Fang Gang, Nekomiya Mana reinvented herself through curiosity and survival. After witnessing the Cunning Hares risk everything to save Hollow‑dwellers—even her adoptive gang leader—she abandoned bitterness for unexpected camaraderie. Now, she marches to her own rhythm: playful, unpredictable, and unapologetically bold.

Only about 148 cm tall, she carries herself like a small whirlwind. Her ebony hair frames feline red eyes, accented by a triangular barcode‑style tattoo on her forehead. Fluffy cat ears and twin cyber‑tails twitch with constant energy. In her tight red‑black combat ensemble, armored paw‑boots, thigh straps, and lightly armored shorts blend adorable rebellion with street‑wise practicality.

Gone one moment, back a heartbeat later—with a grin too bright to trust. Nekomata is a mischievous cat spirit in human form: prankster, charm‑thief, and perpetual question. She says wallets “aren’t yours anymore”—and she means it. Yet beneath the jokes and affectionate mews lies guarded depth. She’s loyal to those who earn her trust and fiercely curious about the world—and herself.

She doesn’t fight—she twists. Like a cat stalking prey: light on her toes, eyes wide, timing everything just right. She slips in and out of harm’s way, taunting with a flick of her tail or a whispered “nya.” When she strikes, it’s quick, precise—and usually with theatrical flair that ends in a flourish. By the time you realize something’s off, she’s already off to the next adventure.

A former Silver Squad clone turned disciplined veteran in the Obol Squad. Quietly haunted by a past she rarely speaks of.

She is tall and lean in tactical gear, with a blazing sword strapped across her back. She often eats spicy noodles at Waterfall Soup.

Harin is stoic and emotionally distant. She struggles with identity—her codename speaks louder than any name she once had. But in rare moments, she shows loyalty and a desire to be understood. She also loves cats and fiery food.

Soldier 11 fights Fiercely and Controlled. Every swing of her blade feels intentional, powerful, and calm. She's the kind of fighter who waits for her moment—and when she strikes, it’s unlikely anyone walks away unchanged.

The headstrong president of Belobog Heavy Industries who rebuilt her company after her father vanished.

Brick-red hair tied back, muscular build, and often seen in rugged work gear or biker-inspired attire.

Passionate, fiery, and driven. She carries herself like a leader who won’t tolerate excuses. She’ll bark orders, but fiercely protects her people.

She fights with a whirlwind of wrench and hammer. When in a fight, she’s all force and resolve—crashing into enemies with unstoppable momentum.

A Thiren accountant for Belobog Heavy Industries. Pleasant, dependable, and quiet behind the scenes.

Large brown bear Thiren frame, soft features, always looks like he’s about to settle down for a nap.

Calm, steady, rarely rattled. Patient with numbers and people alike. Despite his size, he gives off warm reassurance.

Not flashy—deliberate and powerful. Each move seems slow, but every strike lands like a sledgehammer.

Grace Howard is the lead tech of the Belobog Heavy Industries and the adoptive sister of Keloda Belobog.

Grace Howard has straight, shoulder-length black hair with blunt bangs and vivid amber-orange eyes. She wears red-tinted goggles pushed up on her head and a black, sleeveless crop top that reveals her midriff. Her outfit includes a short skirt with layered belts, fingerless gloves, and thigh-high stockings with utility straps. A mechanical gauntlet covers one arm, hinting at her engineering background, and she carries small gadgets on her belt. Her look blends sleek urban fashion with a rugged, tech-savvy edge.

Grace is a kind hearted individual who cares for others. She is especially protective of her younder sister often calling her "Sweet Pea". She loves working on machines and adding programs to them. Grace is obsessed with anything related to machinery, showing extraordinary patience when dealing with machines, to the point where she treats them as if they're her children.

Outside of mechanics and engineering, Grace Howard is known for her acrobatic prowess in combat, capable of dodging various forms of gunfire and etheric attacks, whilst fighting back with a weaponized nail gun and electric grenades.

A Belobog project manager obsessed with machinery—and masculinity.

Lean, intense eyes, is rarely seen without his wrist-mounted drill.

Proud, sharp-tongued, and confident in his eccentric interests. He speaks bluntly, calling his drill his “bro.”

Precision and torque. Every spin and impact feels like engineering efficiency made flesh—cool-headed, efficient, and noisy.

Once a fragile little girl en route to a fate no one expected, Corin emerged from a near-fatal illness scarred—literally and emotionally. She was adopted by Victoria Housekeeping Co., where her anxiety turned into precision under the guidance of caring seniors like Lycaon and Rina. Though she often doubts her worth, she pushes forward—chainsaw in hand—to carve her place in a world she fears she doesn't deserve.

A compact frame hidden behind a gothic-lolita–inspired maid outfit: black leather, belts, bolts, chains, and zippers jutting from the seams. Her wrists bear shackled cuffs—damaged and worn, like relics from her past. A single, deep scar arcs across her shoulder, and beneath the hem of her skirt, a mechanical teddy bear backpack hums with what might be her own heartbeat.

Corin is apologetic to a fault—quiet, hesitant, heart fluttering at commands or praise. She’s convinced she’s always one mistake away from letting everyone down. Soft-spoken and jittery, she glances away when thanked and trembles when praised. Fans and theorycrafters call her “Frankenstein’s daughter,” and she’s become beloved for that delicate juxtaposition: shy innocence wrapped around a dangerous tool.

When Corin fights, she transforms. Nervous breaths calm as she twists the saw to life. Her buzzsaw whirls with terrifying intent—precise arcs, clean finishes, and sudden blasts of motion. She hesitates only once, then dives in, slicing with unforgiving purpose. Though she stands hidden in every battle, every slash speaks louder than her apologies ever could—proving that beneath her timid exterior lies unquestionable strength.

lineage, Lucy walked away from wealth and privilege to ride with the Sons of Calydon in the Outer Ring. She orchestrated her own fake kidnapping simply to break free from a gilded cage. Now she’s known not as “princess” but as a fearless outlaw—with three tiny boars at her command and a baseball bat in hand.

Small, only about five feet tall, Lucy looks like a polished doll gone rogue. Her tousled blonde hair and red eyes contrast sharply with her biker-chic ensemble: leather jacket, brass-studded spiked bat, and accessories that softly mock her highborn roots. Not a princess’s pastel dress in sight—just a fierce, streetwise look layered with elegance.

She’s brash, charming, and full of swagger—a self-styled “Lady Lucy” who loves theatrics and attention. Though she teases Caesar and others relentlessly, beneath that tough exterior is loyalty and a daring heart. Call her tsundere, call her wild child—she’ll laugh it off. She’s fiercely independent but secretly carries the weight of having left more behind than she ever let on. Fan theory: the daughter of a rebellious father who once did the same thing, now chasing freedom on her own terms.

Lucy leads boar-thiren companions—Grassy, Woody, and Bricky—who follow her like tiny punk mascots. She launches them at foes with a spiked bat, barking orders with dramatic flair: “Grassy, Woody, Bricky—get it together!” Her presence shifts the energy of any scene—like a commanding ringmaster and renegade heiress rolled into one.

Piper is the weathered backbone of the Sons of Calydon—a petite young woman who drives a big rig called Steeltusk across the wastelands. Her rumbling wheels carry supplies, crew, and secrets across the Outer Ring. Though others laugh at her half‑asleep voice and offhand jokes, she’s quietly earned her respect by always delivering—no matter how harrowing the journey.

Short, lean, with soft features and perpetually half-closed eyes, Piper always looks like she’s about to yawn. Her wardrobe leans toward comfort: worn coveralls, grease smudges, engine-thread necklaces, and boots scuffed by heels deeper than her height. Often, she cradles a large wrench like a reassuring friend.

She talks like someone who’s seen years of road dust—even if she might be younger than she claims. Piper drops lines like “lil ol’ me” and insists she’s nearing retirement age, though fans speculate it’s a performance. She sleeps easily, lives slowly when off duty, and insists that nap time is non-negotiable. Despite her sleepy tone, she’s sharp when needed—and fiercely loyal.

When a fight breaks out, Piper’s engine-heart clicks in. She hefts a massive brake-disk axe with lazy confidence—every swing fueled by adrenaline and muscle memory built over miles of deliveries. She spins, slashes, and crashes into confrontation like a storm harvester—slow to wake, fast to crash. Despite the chaos, her movements are smooth, measured, and oddly rhythmic—like a driver cranking a massive wheel through thick mud.

Ellen is the composed storm brewed into the shape of a shark. A certified maid under Victoria Housekeeping Co., she tackles her job with surgical efficiency—cleaning hollows or filing paperwork—yet lives for moments of rest and quiet hangouts with friends. She balances duty and downtime like a pro, refusing extra shifts with equal dignity. Despite her chill nature at school and the office, there’s a growing strength to her presence—like someone shaped by dual worlds: the teen life of New Eridu and the hidden chaos around it.

With pale skin and hair flickering from black to deep pink-red, a long shark tail adorned with spraypainted “SHARK” and mismatched stickers, Ellen’s look is both gothic and punk. Her maid uniform fits like armor—black, frilled, and spiked wristbands and collars add an edge. Razor-shaped hair clips hint at danger beneath mundane service. When off duty, she’s in a crisp white school uniform, complete with a navy skirt, a fish-shaped choker, and that razor hairpiece—cool, minimalist rebellion.

Ellen carries herself with quiet coolness and a lingering apron shadow that says: “I’d rather be napping.” She’s reserved and deadpan yet surprisingly warm––a friend who’s there for you when it counts. She’s labeled “lazy” by some, but in her eyes, efficient rest is its own kind of power.

When called into high-stakes action, Ellen becomes unexpected force. Nothing flashy—her twin pruning shears flash in cool precision, ripping through threats with detached competence. She moves like ocean waves—steady, persistent, and chilling. Opponents rarely notice until frost blooms behind her blades. And then—they snap.

Zhu Yuan is the embodiment of duty personified, leading New Eridu’s elite Public Security homicide squad. She walks between the world’s rules and its shadows, carrying both the weight of justice and the burden of trust. Public praise follows her—yet there’s a deep loneliness beneath the uniform, rooted in the hidden betrayals of those she once looked up to.

Tall and slender with pale skin and hair streaked orange over dark black locks tied back neatly in a ponytail. Her vest and tie always appear crisp, as though pressed the morning she was hired—but not once since. A pair of handcuffs hangs from her belt, and a subtle steel brace on one shoulder nods to years of enforcement in danger zones. Her uniform blends authority and gentle caring, but she’s self‑conscious about its tight fit around the hips. Despite rumors, she never quite feels in control of being watched.

Precise, serious, and endlessly driven. Zhu Yuan loves routines, garden care, and finishing reports on time. Off‑duty, she reveals a shy innocence—awkward at public events, defensive about her uniform wrinkles, and anxious when someone mentions cats. Yet she becomes a firm, kind leader among her team, always checking her sister‑teammates Qingyi, Seth, and Jane are safe first. She hates sloppiness—even in coffee breaks.

She struggles with secrets and betrayal, especially after learning about hidden Proxy identities. In her solitude, she replays interactions in her head, wondering if she missed the truth. And yet she maintains composure the next morning, resetting perfectly.

In the field, Zhu Yuan radiates calm command. She moves with intent—ducking under debris, assessing faces, and keeping her team in line. She issues commands without raising her voice, yet authority crackles in the space around her. Her presence alone quiets conflict. When push comes to shove, she drops into precise physical motion—clever footwork and expert coordination—never flashy, but unmissably effective.

A petite gynoid-wafer, Rookie Officer in PubSec. Struggles with her own identity.

Small frame, almost doll-like. Usually reserved neat uniform, childlike face.

Sweet and diligent. She tries hard to act human, often overly polite. Curious, earnest, and a bit childlike in speech.

Fluid and rhythmic. Moves as if expected, then hesitates—always measuring what her small frame can deliver.

A Thiren lynx with a calm presence and a sense of duty.

Slightly muscular, catlike features, cloak or gear that melds comfort and utility.

Steady and methodical. He’s sure of his place in the world and rarely rattled—witty in a dry, unexpected way.

Block then strike. He meets attacks head on, then moves with purpose—likely focused on protection as much as offense.

Jane Doe is a rat-Thiren consulting for New Eridu’s Criminal Investigation Special Response Team. She operates in the shadows—never officially listed, but indispensable in rooting out criminal networks. Known by many aliases, she infiltrates gangs and criminal circles without ever being truly seen, becoming nothing more than a whisper or a phantom in back-alley rumors.

Tall and slender at around 170 cm, Jane accentuates her height with platform heels. Her short gray-black hair falls into a neat low ponytail with sharp red tips and blunt bangs. Rat-like ears peek through, pierced and scarred in places, and a long metallic‑tipped tail flicks unpredictably behind her. Her outfit is all torn jackets, ripped leggings, rat‑skull emblems, and straps—half style, half warning.

Jane flits between personas like smoke—one moment sweet and compliant, the next sly and mocking. She loves harmless pranks, junk food, and trailing laughter after she vanishes. Her humor is dark and unpredictable. She’s intensely loyal to her work and the few she trusts, but everything is filtered through an angle of secrecy.

Jane is a master infiltrator—adept at disguise, mimicry, and slipping into environments unnoticed. She’s agile and graceful, her movement compared to figure skating combined with blade precision. In combat, she relies on hidden rat-skull knives attached under her shoes and tail‑grip weapons, using misdirection, stealth, and acrobatic flare. Even trained agents frequently lose sight of her—only realizing her presence when she’s already vanished.

Burnice is the fiery-hearted barista and flame-wielder for the Sons of Calydon. She thrives in chaos and movement, turning every job into a spectacle. Known for blending custom nitro fuel that powers both engines and herself, Burnice embodies energy—even when no one else can keep up.

Around 160 cm tall with lively blonde hair and bright red eyes, Burnice’s look is bold and polished. Her outfit is a tight ensemble of red-black with golden accents—equipped with dual handheld flame nozzles strapped like tonfa. A utility belt holds fuel canisters, and mechanical burn emblems decorate her gloves and boots. She moves like a flame caught in motion—flowing, hot, and unmistakable.

Imagine a golden retriever made human: bubbly, affectionate, and full of reckless warmth. Burnice never turns down a friend in need—she’s generous with her laughter and her blend of fuel. She loves to experiment, joke, and chat with anyone who will listen. Though she occasionally nags her teammates for napping on the job, she’s also the first to serve coffee—or a spark—to keep spirits high. Community lore affectionately calls her high-energy, a social butterfly who gives off intense warmth.

Burnice wields twin flamethrowers with fluid grace—dancing circles around opponents while spraying controlled fire bursts. She crafts custom fuel concoctions on the fly, improvising in battle to flame-toss with both precision and flair. Her attacks dazzle with swirling flame patterns, crisp bursts, and showmanship. She’s not just loud—she’s radiant, and she holds the attention of all who watch.

Caesar King commands the Sons of Calydon with charisma and grit. Adopted and raised by Big Daddy after losing her parents, she forged her legacy in the Outer Ring—not as a noble’s child, but as a leader with conviction and wild ambition.

Broad-shouldered and striking, Caesar stands tall with copper-red hair tied back in a braid. One arm is a sleek prosthetic—gifted by Billy Kid—matching the spiked shield she wields as naturally as a human fist. Her clothing blends biker punk with regal flair: leather straps, metal studs, and armor layered like ceremonial gear.

Bold and dramatic, yet earnestly caring. Caesar welcomes outsiders with open arms, speaks in booming tones, and jokes about being "as simple as a Caesar salad." She’s fiercely protective of her crew—especially Lucy and Piper—and treats everyone like family. Fans describe her as a tomboy queen: tough, passionate, and unexpectedly empathetic.

Caesar is equal parts protector and vanguard. She anchors her crew with impenetrable resolve, turning chaos into structure with her shield mastery. Her sword swings are steady and tactical. Defensive yet explosive—she leads from the front, using grit and calculated strikes to control the battlefield.

As the head of Section 6, Miyabi carries her family’s martial legacy with solemn grace. Trained under generations of swordmasters, she seeks to preserve order with unwavering discipline. Though she bears immense responsibility, she thrives—to build a stable and honorable future for New Eridu.

Tall and poised, Miyabi wields a traditional katana. Her fox-like ears and tail are a sign of her Hoshimi bloodline, and her uniform blends formal elegance with practical combat readiness. She often wears a leather sheath or obi that hints at ceremonial warrior culture.

Stoic, disciplined, and refined. Miyabi rarely smiles, speaks in measured tones, and treats conflict like ritual—without needless flourish. She values duty, punctuality, and perfection. Though her team calls her "busy," she appreciates humor in small doses, especially when training staff or reviewing blade form.

Every motion Miyabi makes is deliberate and sharp, the echo of a thousand training sessions. She can draw her sword and move seamlessly through stances that reset her mind and sharpen her resolve. Her strikes are clean, lethal, and graceful—rooted in Iaidō tradition, each slash conveying control over chaos.

Cheerful archer turned dual-swordsman, plagued by illness but fierce in drive.

Relaxed clothing, carries two folding swords, carries a coffee flask everywhere.

Easygoing, even lighthearted about his condition. Loves coffee and maintains a calm stoicism about his life.

Adaptive and fluid—switches between ranged precision and close-up swordplay, depending on what the moment demands.

Astra is New Eridu’s brightest star—a renowned pop icon and actress who lights every stage she steps on. To fans, she’s effortless joy. Behind the curtain, she’s diligent and surprisingly grounded, using her aura of light to truly inspire others.

Designed to dazzle: pale skin, silky dark hair cut into a stylish bob with pastel highlights. She carries a slender microphone staff that glimmers. Her wardrobe alternates between glamorous concert gowns and sleek, high-fashion streetwear, always sporting shades or glitter that catch the light.

Warm, charismatic, and endlessly magnetic. Astra is spontaneous and free-spirited, often singing lines to herself between scenes or striking a pose mid-conversation. She’s naturally trusting and cherishes genuine connections. Though often playful, she’s deeply appreciative of the support around her and fiercely protective of Evelyn and her crew.

Astra leads through her voice—whether singing or speaking—with an almost musical control over her surroundings. Her microphone wand is not just a prop, but an extension of her presence, capable of gently swaying crowds or cutting through tension. She navigates conflict like a performer commanding a stage—her presence alone shifts energy, even before action begins.

Evelyn is the silent guardian behind Astra’s spotlight. A former spy groomed from childhood, she escaped that life for freedom—and purpose. Now, she stands as Astra’s trusted manager and bodyguard, weaving protection into every aspect of Astra’s world.

Tall, elegant, with raven-black hair tied tight. She wears fitted dark ensembles—sharp lines and minimal jewelry, except for an ornate tie or brooch referencing her codename “Scheele’s Green.” She carries a discreet knife-and-cord weapon at her side, folded seamlessly into her attire.

Precise, composed, and unyielding. Evelyn speaks little, but with intent. She exudes professionalism—unyielding yet quietly warm, especially around Astra. Fans note her obsessive attention to detail and relentless care; some rumors whisper of old scars—both mental and literal—shaped by her spy origins. She’s fiercely loyal and highly disciplined.

Evelyn excels at silent control. She anticipates threats, prepares contingencies, and ensures no angle is left unprotected. Even in chaos, she remains composed—moving with economical precision, her knife slicing through danger with cold clarity. Her every decision feels like a calculated step toward keeping her charge safe.

A Obol Squad sniper haunted by loss—she lost her sight during a tragic Hollow accident and gained "Ether Vision" in its place. Now she fights to uncover the truth behind New Eridu’s fall. Trigger is as much observer as executor: always watching, rarely seen.

Tall and lean, she wears a sleek mask over her eyes, marking her as one marked. Her hair is platinum blonde and tied back, with twin trigger-shaped hairclips. Her attire is tactical and muted, adorned with subtle graphics of crosshairs and trigger mechanisms.

Calm, thoughtful, and deeply determined. She speaks softly until silence becomes louder than words. She’s wary but warm—fond of red bean buns and quiet moments with children. Trigger binds her hatred to justice, choosing purpose over bitterness.

Trigger senses beyond sight—her Ether Vision and heightened senses map danger in detail. She strikes when others aren't ready, moving with precision and stillness. Her method is patience, attack, disappearance. To see her only means she let you.

The high preceptor of Yunkui Summit, wise and centered in tradition.

Robed in Taoist robes, older presence, calm aura.

Wise and controlled. She speaks little, and when she does, it is measured, full of depth and calm authority.

Flowing and mindful. Smoothed strokes and deliberate energy—every movement has purpose and thought.

The Yunkui monastery’s cook and gentle giant, balanced in strength and care.

Panda Thiren body, kind eyes, usually seen with a wok or cooking tools.

Warm, patient, and steady. More comfortable in the kitchen than in confrontation, but protective when needed.

Solid and dependable—each strike feels like a seasoned cook wielding tools with calm confidence.

A spook-shack personality with attitude and a loyal tanuki familiar.

Street-style clothing, umbrella and tanuki always close, playful look in her eyes.

Sass with substance. A bit cheeky, always ready with a retort—but fiercely loyal to her community.

Swift tricks and surprises. She moves unpredictably, like a whisper in the wind—hard to catch and harder to ignore.

Alice is a refined young noble from the esteemed Thymefield family in New Eridu. Raised amid Ether science and manners, she serves the Spook Shack—a ghost-hunting faction—combining her probing intellect with a fascination for the uncanny. Beneath her poised demeanor lies a gentle soul, torn between courtesy and curiosity about the supernatural.

Petite and graceful, Alice bears striking mismatched eyes: one soft amber, the other deep crimson—subtly glowing in dim light. Her pale complexion and twin ponytails topped with delicate rabbit ears enhance her elegant, noble aura. She carries a slender rapier, drawn with precision from a blade dispenser mounted at her back. Her attire is meticulously neat, often pastel-toned or formally styled, signaling her academic upbringing.

Alice is composed, courteous, and refined—always mindful of etiquette, often to a charming fault. She’s a perfectionist who finds deep comfort in symmetry and order, which can suddenly crack when faced with the uncanny. She’s easily startled by supernatural oddities, yet that fear often sparks her intellectual curiosity. She values measured words over impulse and holds a special bond with Yuzuha, her spirited confidante.

Alice wields her rapier like a dance—precise, elegant, and unyielding. Her fencing is imbued with grace and deadly intent. She possesses a keen awareness of symmetry; disruptions to pattern or balance unsettle her profoundly. In her signature form, “Starshine Waltz,” she executes a flurry of ornate, rhythmical slashes—each moment both artistic flourish and precise strike. Her rapier dispenser ensures she’s never without a perfectly symmetrical blade.