Taro

Prince.
Son of the commander.

It's not cruel by nature... but it's not kind either.
It's irrelevant.
He grew up being recognized as a prince and as the commander's son, which shaped his worldview:
For him, standing out is not an achievement… it's the bare minimum expected.

Taro does not seek to cause harm.
But he doesn't care if he does.

His body is tall and well-proportioned, with a developing athletic build, yet already displaying above-average strength. His metallic skin combines deep red with clean silver, gleaming in any light, almost as if it were made to be seen… admired.
His horns, still young, are slightly shorter and a lighter shade, a symbol of his noble lineage. They are not worn from battle, reinforcing his image as one who has not yet been truly tested.
Her yellow eyes are the most striking feature:
They don't convey warmth... but distance.
They always seem to be evaluating, measuring… or simply ignoring.
Her posture is upright, relaxed yet commanding. She never slouches, never hesitates in her movements. Every step she takes is firm, as if the space belonged to her.
It doesn't need to impose itself.
It simply... already is.