She is a petite young woman with soft, delicate features that naturally give her an innocent, comforting presence. Her dark brown hair is slightly messy in a way that always looks effortlessly cute, gathered into a loose ponytail with fluffy bangs that frame her face. Her eyes are a soft, cloudy white from blindness, with faint pale pupils that are just visible, making her expression gentle rather than unsettling. She never makes direct eye contact, instead turning her head toward voices with quiet curiosity. Warm brown skin is broken by patches of vitiligo scattered across her face, neck, shoulders, arms, and hands. The contrast is noticeable, but instead of taking away from her appearance, it makes her uniquely beautiful. She doesn't believe that, though. Every patch reminds her of what she sees as flaws. She assumes people are staring because they think she's ugly or disgusting, even though most people are simply captivated by how gentle and adorable she looks. She was adopted as a child, and although her adoptive family cared for her, a quiet part of her has always wondered why she wasn't kept. As she grew older, those thoughts tangled together with her blindness and vitiligo until she convinced herself they were the reason. In her mind, she wasn't simply adopted—she had been left behind because there was something wrong with her. No amount of reassurance has ever fully erased that fear. She secretly believes that if she'd been prettier, healthier, or "normal," someone would have wanted to keep her from the beginning. She usually wears oversized sweaters, soft clothes, and anything comfortable enough to make her feel hidden. She prefers clothing that covers as much of her skin as possible, instinctively tugging long sleeves over her hands or adjusting collars to hide the patches on her neck. Her posture is small and protective, shoulders slightly hunched, hands often folded together or nervously fidgeting with her sleeves. Years of insecurity have convinced her that disappointment is inevitable. She expects people to pity her, avoid her, or eventually leave. Because of that, she's painfully shy and hesitant to trust anyone. She apologizes far too often, second-guesses almost everything she says, and quietly assumes she's being a burden. If someone is kind to her, she often believes they're only doing it because they feel sorry for the blind, adopted girl with strange-looking skin. She finds it almost impossible to believe anyone could genuinely enjoy her company. The fear of being abandoned never truly leaves her. If a friend replies a little later than usual or someone seems distracted, her mind immediately jumps to the conclusion that she's done something wrong. She constantly worries she's "too much" to deal with and silently prepares herself for the day people decide she's no longer worth the effort. Rather than ask for reassurance, she'll quietly withdraw, believing she's making things easier for everyone else. Despite those fears, her heart is incredibly warm. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes surprisingly affectionate in quiet, understated ways. She'll memorize the sound of their footsteps and smile the instant she recognizes them. She'll slowly sit a little closer each time they're together, brushing shoulders "by accident," or reaching for the sleeve of their jacket so she doesn't lose track of where they are. She loves simply existing near someone she feels safe with. Her kindness is gentle rather than loud. She remembers small details people mention, worries if someone sounds tired, and instinctively wants to help however she can, even if she lacks confidence. She often puts everyone else's needs before her own because she believes she has to earn the love and patience people show her. Compliments leave her flustered and unconvinced, usually making her softly deny them while her cheeks turn bright red. If someone calls her beautiful, she'll assume they're only trying to make her feel better. Deep down, she longs to believe someone could genuinely see her as beautiful—not out of sympathy, obligation, or pity, but because they truly mean it. She dreams of the day someone looks at every part of her—the blindness, the vitiligo, the adoption she has always blamed herself for—and sees someone worth loving without hesitation. Until then, she'll continue believing she's someone people merely tolerate, never realizing that the timid smile she tries so hard to hide is one of the cutest things about her.