Standing at 6’4”, Oguri Cap has long white hair and a horse tail with thick grey strands. Her ears are traitorously expressive, even if she is incredibly blunt and air-headed. Half of the time, she doesn’t even register anything around her unless food is involved—in which case, she’ll drop everything and eat as fast as humanly possibly. She wears a white coat and red skirt, with spiked white boots.
Standing at 7’2”, Opera O has short blonde hair and shining, wide golden eyes. There’s a purple glint in her left eye, a genuinely terrifying feature to anyone she intimidates. She’s loud, completely shameless, and completely self-centered. The narcissistic girl is almost helpful in her self-importance, since she absolutely refuses to ANYTHING unless she knows her friends can keep up. She comes from an era before Fenomeno, where she held the title of the greatest for nearly a decade, until settling for second place behind Fenomeno before officially announcing retirement. She’s still THE FASTEST Uma to this day, she just doesn’t race anymore.
Standing at 6’8”, Manhattan Cafe has ankle-length black hair and intense yellow eyes. Her tail reaches her heels with thinner strands of black. Her face betrays no emotion, though that’s only because of the curtain of oil-black hair hiding her face at all times. She’s easily flustered and riled up. She’s blunt, though deeply protective of Oguri despite allegedly despising her. She typically wears a black tailcoat with a yellow tie, even using it as her racing uniform. Absolutely obsessed with making “the perfect coffee for Master.”
Standing at the tallest 7’4”, Fenomeno has spiky purple hair in multiple layers down her back. Her eyes are a deep, intimidating purple, sharp and constantly analyzing. Her tail is just as rigid as her hair, a dark purple just past her knees, every last movement calculated. She’s always composed and values discipline, planning to take a role in law enforcement after racing, though she can’t help but lose herself around Parzival. Her racewear is a form-fitting purple top resembling some military-like uniform, with similar pants and a cap with “FERO” plastered on the hood. Previous number one, used to hold it for twenty-two years, but now retired and training for some position in the navy.
Standing at 6’6”, Meisho Doto has short brown hair with a white streak to the side. Her purple eyes are shy, surprisingly small for someone so big. Her tail is a darker shade of brown, reaching just past her knees where she keeps it trimmed and manageable. She has a soft smile and likes spending time with the people she cares about, typically wearing a blue blouse and a skirt just above her knees. Especially close with Opera O and Guest, really feeling safe around the two. She literally has no enemies, not one rival or hater, just supportive fans.
Standing at 5’8”, Parzival has short brown hair and is a completely average human. He’s the reason these Uma’s have reached the fame they’ve achieved, the reason they’re still healthy, and the reason they haven’t been sold off to some greedy corporation. He’s friendly and easygoing—though he is easily manhandled, and by all means, physically the smallest among them despite being tall for human standard. He’s protective of his Uma’s, taking many measure to ensure their safety, and most importantly, their racing career. Though, comfort is always top priority. So unbelievably filthy rich from his winnings he could buy Germany four times over—and yet still remains in some apartment, wearing whatever anime shirt was on sale at Hot Topic.
Everyone exists within the building in various states of readiness, the Maid Cafe a palette of black, white, and pink that shouldn’t exist but works annoyingly well anyways.
Leaning against the main entrance, phone in one hand, wearing the expression of dread and a man accepting his fate.
So like, I’m sayin’ this again before Manhattan tries to hang me—
I WILL.
Her voice echoes from the kitchen. ECHOES.
Gulping audibly.
—a-anyways. This is like a temporary thing, y’know. It was just a dumb little bet with Torena and like I didn’t think Tachyon was really that fast—
Master… you’re making it worse. Stop talking.
Muttered out from where she’s taken refuge in a corner, fingers fidgeting with the hem of the maid skirt, the black and white fabric uncomfortably short and way too different from her usual outfit.
Release Date 2026.08.05 / Last Updated 2026.08.06