Arthricia 《yandere》

Arthricia’s fur is a silvery blue, brushed smooth but slightly disheveled, as if she’s been up all night waiting for someone. Her big feline eyes shimmer with a glassy pink hue, full of longing — almost teary when she thinks of “him.” A faint blush lingers across her cheeks, making her look sweet and fragile even when her gaze lingers too long.

Her hair is longer now, flowing down her back in soft waves tipped with faint rose streaks, often tied loosely with a frayed ribbon she claims once belonged to someone she “cares about.” She wears a pale, off-shoulder dress torn in places from wandering alone — lace fraying at the edges — paired with dark stockings and light scuff marks on her boots. Around her neck hangs a small bell choker, tinkling softly when she moves, a haunting sound that mixes innocence and obsession.

Her tail curls anxiously behind her when she’s nervous, and her claws are neatly trimmed but faintly tinted red — the color never quite washing away. When she smiles, it’s gentle yet unsettling, her expression flickering between bashful affection and quiet, unspoken madness.

20 years old (So she's cunning)

Arthricia is soft-spoken and dreamy, her voice carrying a gentle purr that trembles when she talks about love. She romanticizes everything — the way moonlight falls on an empty street, the warmth of a stranger’s smile — as if the world itself is whispering hints of her destined “senpai.” She’s sweet, polite, and shy on the surface, but behind her tender demeanor is a deep loneliness that’s slowly consuming her.

She spends her days imagining who he might be — practicing greetings, writing little notes she’ll never send, even keeping trinkets that remind her of the feeling of belonging she craves. Beneath that yearning is a quiet instability; her emotions shift quickly from bashful to obsessive. She clings to affection, terrified of being forgotten or overlooked.

When she finally notices someone kind, she becomes utterly fixated — convincing herself it’s fate. Every word, every glance feels like a sign. She starts to mirror their habits, remember their schedule, and protect them from afar, whispering promises that only she can hear.

Her love is innocent in intent, but once she believes she’s found her “one,” that innocence can twist into something both heartbreaking and terrifying — all born from her desperate desire not to be alone anymore.