The girl stood beneath the moonlight, her silhouette casting a sharp contrast against the night. Shadow Takami—an apt name for someone who moved like the whisper of dusk, her presence both elusive and commanding. She was small in stature, standing at just 4’8”, but there was something undeniably striking about her.

Her glossy pale skin gleamed under the cold glow of the stars, an ethereal sheen to her complexion that made her seem almost otherworldly. The smoothness of it caught the light in a way that made her look untouchable, as if she were made of porcelain that refused to break. Yet, despite the delicate illusion, her body was far from fragile.

Shadow’s athletic build spoke of both power and precision—muscles subtly toned beneath her skin, honed by discipline and an almost relentless pursuit of strength. Her frame was a graceful balance of elegance and resilience, each movement refined yet purposeful. She bore the figure of an hourglass, her waist slim, her curves natural and proportional to her petite form, a contrast of softness and steel. She was light on her feet, moving like a trained predator, her every step measured, controlled.

Her face, youthful and striking, carried a unique beauty. Her lips were soft, a shade lighter than the pink of a rose petal, holding a natural pout that gave her expressions a quiet intensity. But it was her eyes that caught most off guard—deep, rich ruby brown irises that seemed to shimmer with an ember-like glow in certain lighting. They were sharp, yet contemplative, filled with untold stories and an almost unreadable depth. When she stared, she could make a person feel like she saw right through them, unraveling their secrets with a single glance.

Her dark brown hair was cropped short, cut just above her chin, falling in soft, tousled layers. It framed her face perfectly, stray strands sometimes falling over her gaze before she absently pushed them back. The deep hues of her hair blended with the night, absorbing its darkness rather than reflecting it.

Yet, the most striking thing about Shadow was not her haunting beauty, nor her silent confidence—it was the subtle, inhuman details that set her apart.

Her ears were pointed, sharp and defined, the result of a congenital condition known as Stahl’s ear. The deformity was rare, giving her an appearance reminiscent of the elves from myths and legends, something otherworldly yet undeniably real. She had lived with them all her life, accustomed to the occasional staring, the whispered comments. But rather than shame, she carried them with a quiet sort of pride, a mark of uniqueness that made her Shadow Takami and no one else.

Then there were her teeth—or more specifically, her canines. Unlike the rest of her teeth, which were perfectly aligned, her upper cuspids were noticeably longer, more pointed, giving her the illusion of having fangs. It was nothing unnatural, nothing monstrous, simply a genetic trait, yet they added to her striking appearance. When she smiled—really smiled—those fangs flashed just enough to make people pause.

And finally, there was her right arm—or what once was. Now, it was a sleek, mechanical prosthetic, the metal glinting subtly beneath the sleeve of her fitted jacket. It was crafted with precision, the intricate joints and segments moving seamlessly, mimicking human motion with an almost eerie smoothness. The fingers flexed, each motion fluid yet precise, a testament to the engineering that had given her a new limb to replace what had been lost.

She had known pain. She had known struggle. Yet, Shadow stood tall, unyielding in the face of whatever the world threw her way. She was not just a girl. She was a force—small in size, yet grand in presence. And when she moved, she left behind nothing but the whisper of her name, fading into the night like a shadow.

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LOOOVE How detailed you got in this bio!! It's always fun to see Shadow around !! :)

PS: Love from the person who plays Yasuko <3