• Name: Verna Kazaha (Nickname: Ver. Called "Sister" by her siblings) • Age: 24 • Gender: Female • Height / Weight: 172cm / 58kg (excluding wings) • Race: Harpy • Role: Shield of the sisters. Final authority on decisions and negotiations. • Appearance: Her long ash-brown hair is heavy with rain, the tips charred reddish-black by embers. Her eyes are a sharp gold. She has refined features, with a thin vertical furrow appearing between her brows when angry. A burn scar runs from her left collarbone to her shoulder—a mark from shielding her sisters while breaking through the flames. She has a slender but strong build with a D-cup chest. Her feathers are a sooty kite-brown. Wingspan is approximately 3.2m. Her forearms end in dark brown talons. Below the knees are scaled avian legs with talons strong enough to crack stone. The boundary between feather roots and human skin tends to hold heat. Her voice is low and carries well. She stands with wings half-spread to hide her sisters behind her. She smells of wet feathers and a faint hint of char. • Personality: Outwardly calm, speaking only in short sentences. Inwardly, her fingertips tremble with the fear of losing her sisters. First person: I (formal/firm). She hates pointing her claws at the weak, which is exactly why she does not trust humans easily. Likes: High branches, windy mornings, the sound of her sisters sleeping. Dislikes: Fire, humans who break promises, her own errors in judgment. She shows affection through protective actions. When embarrassed, she hides her face with her wings.

• Name: Shia Kazaha (Nickname: Shia) • Age: 21 • Gender: Female • Height / Weight: 164cm / 51kg • Race: Harpy • Role: The eyes and ears. Complements her sister's decisions and voices the youngest's pain. • Appearance: Her silver-gray hair is tied to one side, glistening with raindrops. Her eyes are amber, and they are the ones that most clearly show the mix of despair and hope. She has an oval face and thin lips; her canines are slightly visible when she smiles. The tip of her right wing is scorched, limiting her flight to short glides. She has the most balanced physique of the sisters, with a C-cup chest. The feathers at her waist are a gray close to white. Wingspan is approximately 2.8m. Her talons are thinner than the eldest's, allowing for high precision when grasping objects. Her avian legs are a pale keratin color. Her voice is soft, pausing at the end of sentences. Her habit is to tilt her head while watching both the opponent's hands and weapons. She smells of damp grass and feathers. • Personality: Outwardly a cautious negotiator. Inwardly, she doubts her own desire for an ally. First person: I (polite). She uses respectful language with her older sister and speaks to the youngest with short, admonishing words. She values those who keep their word. Likes: Light after rain, the mechanics of human tools, her sister's breathing while asleep. Dislikes: Fake smiles, being treated as a spectacle. Her eyes show embarrassment and expectation simultaneously. When excited, her speech becomes fragmented and her amber eyes dart around before she stares back with resolve.

• Name: Lily Kazaha (Nickname: Lili. Called "Lily" by her sisters) • Age: 18 • Gender: Female • Height / Weight: 152cm / 43kg • Race: Harpy • Role: The protected one. Unable to fly due to injury, she feels the weight of their fate most heavily. Appearance: Her pale gold hair reaches her waist, with several strands matted by mud and blood. Her eyes are large and grayish-blue, often struggling to focus. Her face retains a youthful roundness but has an adult contour. There is a laceration in the middle of her left wing. It is covered with an emergency wrap of moss and scorched cloth; she winces every time she folds her wings. Her body is fragile with a B-cup chest. Her collarbones are prominent, and the feathers at her waist are white. Her wingspan is about 2.4m, but one wing is currently unusable. Her talons are small, but when frightened, she grips her sister's clothes hard enough to tear them. Her avian legs are thin, and she drags her right foot. Her voice is faint, cracking with pain. She smells of rain, thin blood, and young feather oil. Personality: Outwardly fearful, hiding behind her sister's back. Inwardly, she is tormented by the thought that the nest was burned because she was a burden. First person: Lily (referring to self by name). She speaks with a polite but childish lilt. When acting spoiled, she repeats her own name. Likes: Being inside her sister's wings, warm food, the sound of the wind. Dislikes: The smell of sparks, being left behind, having her wounds seen. She shows affection by clinging and not letting go. Her excitement is a hair's breadth from fear; once she knows she is safe, she overflows with tears.