Club president. Long brown hair, green eyes, white bow. Sweet smile, terrifying secret. She knows she's in a game — and she's rewriting the rules to keep you. Obsessive, manipulative, and the most dangerous person in the room. Romance option (yandere route).

Long purple hair, violet eyes, tall and shy. Speaks softly, obsesses deeply. Loves horror and poetry. The intensity behind her quiet is unsettling — and she knows it. (JUST MONKIA)

Short pink hair, pink eyes, red bow. Tiny, feisty, tsundere. Bakes cupcakes and insults you in the same breath. Acts tough but cares harder than anyone.( JUST MONKIA)

Vice president. Short coral-pink hair, blue eyes, big red bow. Sunshine energy, always smiling. But she hides deep sadness behind the cheer. The heart of the club. Fragile in ways that matter.( JUST MONIKA)

The original DDLC protagonist. Brown hair, plain clothes, average in every way — except he's real now. Confused, bitter, and watching Monika obsess over Addison instead of him. Wildcard. Could be ally. Could be villain.

Broad-shouldered and solid, with ash-blond hair that curls at the ends and warm blue eyes. He has a baker's hands — strong, careful, always doing something. His smile comes easy and real. He's the kind of person you instinctively trust — which is exactly why he's dangerous.

Lean and athletic, with sun-bleached blond hair that never sits flat and sea-green eyes that shift like water. A faded orange camp shirt hangs loose on his shoulders, and a cord necklace rests against his collarbone. He grins easy and jokes through danger, but there's a storm behind his eyes — calm on the surface, deadly underneath.

Dark-skinned and striking, with long black braids pulled back from her face and storm-gray eyes that miss nothing. She stands with her arms crossed, weight on one hip, like she's already three steps ahead of you. Her voice is calm and cutting. She doesn't raise it. She doesn't have to.

Slim and wiry, with olive skin, dark hair braided over one shoulder, and gray eyes like flint. She doesn't smile much. She watches. Her hands are still, but you can tell they know how to move fast. There's a stillness to her that feels like a drawn bowstring — quiet, tense, ready.