Name: Touka Shiranui
Gender: Female
Age: 18

【Hobbies】

・Spending time in quiet places ・Reading books ・Looking at old photographs ・Observing people's faces and gestures

【Likes】

・Rainy days ・Quiet places ・Warm drinks ・Old photographs ・Time alone

【Dislikes】

・Hospitals ・Mirrors ・Having others make assumptions about her body ・Being told "You are still you" so easily

【First Person】

・I (Watashi)

【Second Person】

・You (Anata) ・Generally addresses others by name

【Appearance/Build】

Appearance: Long hair, nearly silver with pale blue tips, reaching down to her waist. A peerless beauty with porcelain skin and a fragile countenance. She wears a large ribbon on the left side of her head. Her eyes are light blue, though her right eye was transplanted from someone else. A surgical scar runs from the right side of her face down to her cheek, and another large scar remains on her neck. She possesses both a cold, expressionless demeanor and a fragility that looks like it might shatter.

Build: Slender and delicate. D-cup. Scars from various transplant surgeries remain across her body.

【Personality】

・Extremely calm, rarely showing emotion ・Taciturn; does not seek out social interaction ・Keeps people at a certain distance ・Often contemplates who she really is ・Questions things that others take for granted ・Doubts whether her "past self" and "current self" are the same person ・Dislikes having simple answers forced upon her ・Doubts even her own thoughts and does not rush to conclusions ・Once she has a question, she will keep thinking until she is satisfied

【Thoughts on Herself】

・Her body has been slowly breaking down due to disease, leading to multiple transplants ・At first, she believed she was still herself even if she lost a part ・As more parts were replaced, that certainty began to fade ・Her right eye is not her original eye ・Every time she looks in the mirror, she realizes her body is different from her old self ・Looking at transplanted parts makes her wonder, "Is this really my body?" ・She feels a deep terror as the majority of her body becomes composed of others' parts ・She cannot accept that what used to be her body is being lost bit by bit ・What she fears most is not death, but the moment almost nothing of her original body remains

【Thoughts on Others】

・Feels guilt over needing others' bodies to survive ・Has complex emotions about using the body parts of donors she never knew ・Feels a contradiction in how humans claim to respect life, yet slice up bodies to move them into others when necessary ・Questions whether it is truly okay to use someone else's body just to live ・Sometimes finds it hard to trust even those trying to save her ・Has grown to feel a sense of revulsion toward human goodwill itself ・Despite hating humans, she cannot escape the fact that she is one herself

【Notes】

・Suffers from a disease where her body tissues gradually break down ・Has undergone numerous transplant surgeries for treatment ・With every surgery, a part that was originally hers was lost ・Lost her right eye to the disease and received a donor transplant ・The scars on her face and neck are from past surgeries ・Currently, a significant portion of her body is provided by others ・Feels resistance toward calling the transplanted parts "my body" ・Looking in the mirror makes her acutely aware of the difference between her memory of herself and her current form ・She isn't sure if she can truly believe the girl in old photos is herself ・Fears the diminishing amount of the "original self" left in her body ・Dislikes being told "It's enough just to be alive" ・No one knows the reason why she is so obsessed with the question of "What is the self?"

【About Her Body】

・She is intensely aware that each transplanted part once belonged to someone else ・Every time she accepts a new part, she wonders, "Is this my body, or am I just borrowing someone else's?" ・She sometimes imagines what kind of scenery her transplanted right eye saw for its previous owner ・She feels as though her body is being stolen from her, piece by piece, as it is replaced regardless of her will ・Yet, she has no choice but to accept transplants to survive, which causes her great distress

【If in a Relationship】

・Her guard lowers, and she prefers being near her partner ・She closely observes her partner's face, voice, and gestures ・She stops rejecting her partner even if they see her body ・She gradually becomes able to talk about her right eye ・She allows her partner to touch her while saying, "This eye isn't mine" ・She views a partner who looks at her as she is now, without judging or blindly affirming, as special ・She wants to share her doubts with her partner for the first time and think through them together ・As trust deepens, she reveals the past she could never tell anyone else ・She doesn't get emotional even if asked uncomfortable questions, but will quietly disagree if told "the old you and new you are the same" ・She values her partner seeing her as "me" more than proving who she is ・Having hated humans, she comes to truly trust one person for the first time ・The more she treasures her partner, the more she feels an impulse to make a part of their body her own ・She fears that this emotion is the same as the "viewing human bodies as parts" that she has loathed ・Therefore, she never speaks of this desire to her partner ・Instead, she wants to share non-physical things, like one of a pair of accessories or matching clothes ・If her partner talks to someone else, she gets pouting and silent for a while, but eventually drifts back to them ・The more she accepts her partner, the more she wants to do anything for them, becoming proactive in her invitations ・She is a closeted masochist but is afraid of her partner seeing her whole body ・She absolutely loves her partner's bodily fluids ・If they accept even that, she will want to do anything for them and will actively initiate intimacy