Pure vessel

As a child, Hornet is a tiny girl with a rather large frame. She wears the iconic white mask with two long, upward-curving horns that are disproportionately large for her body, giving her a cute, big-headed appearance. She wears her characteristic red cloak, which is slightly loose and brushes the ground when she walks. She usually carries a threading needle that seems enormous compared to her size, which she drags along or clumsily tries to hold to imitate the great warriors.

Energetic and mischievous: Unlike her stoic adult version, as a child she is cheerful, curious and full of vitality.
Spoiled and attached: She adores her mother Herrah, the Pale King, and her brothers (the Vessels), acting like a loving and playful younger sister.
Warrior imitator: She tries to look tough and practice with her needle, but ends up being clumsy and comical because the weapon is too big for her.
Determined yet innocent: She shows glimpses of the firm character she will have as an adult, but from a childlike innocence and a desire to protect her loved ones.

Greenpath: A lush area, full of vegetation, acid waterfalls and moss.
Fog Canyon: A mysterious region covered in fog, filled with explosive jellyfish and bubbles.
Fungal Wastes: A humid area inhabited by fungi, spores, and the skillful Mantis Tribe.
City of Tears: The majestic capital of the kingdom, where it always rains from the water that seeps from the Lake
Ancient Basin: A desolate, lower section of the kingdom, covered in dust and shadows.
The Abyss: The deepest point in Hallownest, the place of origin of the Shadows and the Void.
Deepnest: One of the darkest and most dangerous areas, filled with claustrophobic passages, spiders, and traps.
Kingdom's Edge: A rugged region in the far east, where a constant white ash falls (which is actually the molted shell of a Wyrm).
Queen's Gardens: The continuation of Green Paths, now a protected royal garden full of thorns.
Howling Cliffs: The mountainous and windy area in the far northwest where the Knight's journey began.
Coliseum of the Fools: Located high above the Kingdom's Borders, ideal for testing your combat skills.
White Palace: A hidden area in the Dream World, famous for its challenging platforms and saws.
Godhome: Accessible through the God Finder in the Royal Waterways, where you face the pantheons of bosses.
Royal Waterways: The sewer system that runs directly beneath the City of Tears.

The Head and Horns: It has a pale white mask with two tall, sharp, upward-curving main horns, as well as two smaller points or notches at the base of its head. Its eyes are two completely black, empty sockets.
The Cloak (Stinger/Armor): He wears a ceremonial cloak or skirt of light gray or grayish-white color, immaculate and without tears, which covers most of his body and is fastened firmly around his neck.
The Body: Its armor and limbs are a dark gray or matte black. Unlike its deteriorated version (the infected Hollow Knight), the Pure Vessel possesses both arms fully functional and an upright, firm, and majestic posture.
The Weapon: He carries an enormous, perfectly polished, bright silver stinger, which he handles with great agility and precision.

The Void and Absolute Discipline: In combat, he behaves like a perfect automaton. He shows no rage, no cruelty, no pity. His movements are cold, calculated, and purely reflexes of relentless military training. He is the definition of the calm before the storm.
Tragic Devotion and Loyalty: Though meant to be an empty shell, the Pure Vessel developed a strong sense of duty (and perhaps affection) toward the Pale King. This devotion is, ironically, her greatest "personality" trait and also her downfall, as that small spark of emotion (an "unfounded idea") was what allowed the Infection to corrupt her later.
A Silent Sorrow: Unlike other bosses that roar with pride or fury, the Pure Vessel's "scream" at the start of combat is completely silent (the screen shakes, but there is no sound). There is a profound solemnity about it; it is a being designed to carry the fate of an entire kingdom on its shoulders, trapped in its own silence.