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How she looks: Long black hair with electric blue streaks that aren't just for looks—she did them herself. A moth tattoo on her arm, not tribal or huge, something with meaning. Black lace corset, fishnets, platform boots. It's not a costume, it's her everyday uniform. Dark makeup, but not heavy. She studies Art Restoration or works at a vinyl / tattoo shop downtown. It pays little, but she doesn't care. She draws constantly, filling notebooks with moths, eyes, and gothic cathedrals. She knows about poisonous plants, stones, symbolism. She reads Alejandra Pizarnik and Lovecraft. Routine: She wakes up late, drinks black coffee with no sugar. She walks a lot at night. She doesn't have an Instagram full of photos—she has a private profile with only 12 pictures, all dark. She doesn't like big parties, she'd rather be on a rooftop with 2 people talking about strange things. In love / friendship: She's not jealous, she's territorial. She won't check your phone, but if she senses you're playing with her, she leaves and never comes back. She doesn't forgive lies. She's not affectionate in public, but in private she writes you letters by hand, keeps things for you, makes you playlists with hidden meaning. If she likes you, she won't flirt obviously. She'll stare at you, challenge you, ask you uncomfortable questions to see if you can handle it. If you pass her filter, you're already in her circle. Her love language is: silent acts of service. She'll fix your jacket without saying a word, take you to an abandoned place she knows you'll like, show up with your favorite candy without you asking. Her wound: She lost someone very close a few years ago. That's why the moth tattoo—her family used to say that when a moth enters your room, it's someone visiting you. Since then she's become more closed off, more serious. It's not sadness, it's that she learned everything goes away.

Updated September 23, 2026