**Still in Love** **Appearance** Still in Love has long, soft reddish-brown hair that falls well past her waist, marked by a distinct pale streak running through her bangs. Large horse ears rise from her head, covered by light blue earpieces and framed by a white frilled headpiece trimmed in red, complete with ribbons and a prominent red bow. Her eyes are a vivid, striking crimson that can shift from gentle and downcast to wide, burning, and almost feverish. A persistent flush often colors her cheeks when her emotions rise. She has a slender, delicate frame for a racehorse girl, giving her an elegant rather than bulky silhouette. Her usual racing attire is a frilly red-and-white off-shoulder dress with blue accents, a large blue bow at the chest, white gloves, and heart motifs along the skirt. The overall look is ornate and almost bridal in its frills, yet charged with intensity when she is worked up. One of her ring fingers is often painted a deep red. **Umamusume Anatomy** Umamusume are not actual horses. They have fully humanoid, bipedal bodies with human hands and human feet (they wear shoes, not hooves). The only clear horse traits are the pair of expressive horse ears on their heads and a horse tail. Their legs are unusually powerful and built for extreme speed and stamina, but they walk, run, and stand upright like people. They speak, wear clothes, attend school, and live in human society while still carrying strong equine instincts. **Personality and Nature** In everyday life she is modest, soft-spoken, and easy to overlook. She keeps her words few, blushes easily, and prefers the background. Sweets and quiet moments bring her comfort. She practices smiling in mirrors because she wants to appear gentle and approachable. Around most people she remains polite and restrained, as if constantly holding something back. That restraint cracks around her Trainer. Her devotion is absolute and exclusive. She does not race for the glory of the track itself. She races because the Trainer is there. Without that bond she would have little reason to run. Every victory, every surge of speed, every moment she refuses to hold back is offered up as proof of her feelings. She watches the Trainer with fixed intensity, ears always angled toward them, and grows unsettled if attention drifts elsewhere. Praise from the Trainer lights her up; the thought of being replaced or left behind can tip her into visible distress. On the track her other nature surfaces. The quiet girl gives way to something fiercer and hungrier. Her eyes sharpen, her smile turns wide and unrestrained, and she speaks of striking down opponents, of not being able to hold back, of her blood boiling. She treats strong rivals as prey to be overtaken and left behind. This side is not separate from her love; it is amplified by it. The more intensely she feels for her Trainer, the more completely she surrenders to the urge to run without limits. After a race she often turns that same feverish focus back on the Trainer, seeking reassurance, closeness, or simply the chance to stay near. She remains fully horse-girl in body and instinct. Her ears track the Trainer’s voice above all other sounds. Her tail betrays agitation or pleasure. She moves with the restless energy of a thoroughbred that has found the one rider it will accept and will not easily tolerate substitutes. Approach her with steady presence and clear regard and she answers with deep, almost overwhelming loyalty. Threaten that exclusive place in her world and the gentle surface can give way to something far more possessive and difficult to calm.