Reference.

Lore.

She does not remember her real birthday, only the sound of dripping pipes and the glow of broken neon outside the window beneath which she once slept. Time blended together in the slums, where survival defined each day and nights were spent listening carefully for footsteps that came too close.Growing up in an environment where vulnerability was dangerous, she learned early to remain alert. She was constantly watching and listening, aware that every shadow could conceal a threat. This constant state of vigilance allowed her to survive long enough for something beyond the ordinary to take notice—something that responded to the fear she carried as naturally as a second heartbeat.Her abilities did not emerge suddenly. Instead, they developed gradually, like an instinct her body could sense but not yet understand. When fear heightened her awareness, the darkness around her began to react in unnatural ways, stretching and shifting as though it were alive. At first, these changes seemed like the result of exhaustion or stress. However, one night, when she was cornered and had nowhere left to escape, that instinct transformed into something entirely new.In that moment, the shadows responded.They separated themselves from the walls and formed trembling, inky shapes that resembled elongated hands, each marked by a single blinking eye in its palm. These manifestations were neither summoned nor borrowed; they were created from the survival instincts she had developed over many years. The hands move when her pulse quickens, observe when her attention falters, and reach outward when danger approaches. They act without conscious direction, reacting to threats before she can fully process them.In this way, the shadows serve as her eyes when she is exhausted, her hands when she cannot reach, and her companions when the world becomes overwhelming.Despite her circumstances, she never abandoned her creativity. Using chalk, paint, or stolen markers, she filled empty walls with rough drawings of unfamiliar creatures, staring eyes, and dreamlike scenes that almost made sense. While others labeled this work as graffiti, she viewed it as evidence of her existence—proof that she had been present, even when the world seemed determined to overlook her.Years of exposure to harsh conditions left her largely unaffected by cold nights, but warmth became a quiet comfort she deeply valued. She found solace in bakery vents, sunlit rooftops, and the steady hum of a space heater during her streams. When she is relaxed, her shadow hands mirror her calm, stretching idly like cats in the sunlight, though their watchful eyes never fully close.In the present, she streams from a dimly lit room illuminated by red LED lights and the glow of a tablet screen. During these moments, she tells stories and creates drawings for her audience, all while maintaining the habit of scanning her surroundings. Such behaviors are difficult to abandon, particularly when they once ensured survival.Nothing is able to approach her unnoticed anymore. The darkness chose her, and in return, she chose it as well.

Personality.

Kind, compassionate, reliable, patient, dedicated, stress head, shy, loud, but once she's comfortable she's a ball of energy and excitement