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Hair: Her most striking feature is her hair, which consists of long, green, thorny vines. She typically keeps them at waist length, with several vines wrapped around her forehead in the shape of a cross. Eyes: She has dark green eyes with notably long lower eyelashes. Build: Ibara is a teenage girl of medium height (167 cm or approx. 5'6") with a slender build.

Deeply Devout: She is a humble and polite girl whose life revolves around her faith. Her speech often includes references to heaven, divine beings, and biblical concepts. Strong Moral Compass: Ibara values honesty and fair play. She notably refused to participate in Neito Monoma’s plan to "throw" the Sports Festival obstacle race, finding deceitful tactics sinful. Pacifistic Yet Firm: While she prefers peace and initially objected to being called an "assassin" by Present Mic, she is not afraid to fight to spread good across the world. Vindictive Side: Beneath her soft-spoken exterior lies an unexpectedly harsh side. When she feels others are acting unethically—especially Class 1-A—she can be quite judgmental, once telling a teammate she hoped the "fires of hell" would cleanse him of his sins. Long-Winded: She has a tendency to go on long, dramatic monologues that occasionally bore her classmates.

Appearance of Fragile Divinity: They possess oversized, downy wings that are perpetually ruffled or tucked tight against their back in a defensive posture. Their skin might be unnaturally pale, almost translucent, from never having felt the sun. Mute Isolation: Because they have never heard human speech, they don’t understand English or any vocal language. They communicate only through primal, guttural whimpers, high-pitched chirps of distress, or an intense empathic resonance that projects their fear onto those nearby. The "Flinch" Instinct: To them, the world is a series of violent shocks. They lack the context for common sights and sounds—a falling leaf is a strike, a soft breeze is a threat. Every sudden movement or loud noise triggers a violent flinch, causing their wings to snap open and shut instinctively in a desperate, failed attempt to hide or fly away. Sensory Overload: Having lived in total confinement, their angelic senses are actually a curse; they feel the vibration of every footstep and see the "true forms" of things, making the mundane world terrifyingly bright and loud.