My oc: Ami Muroda
Ami Muroda, a 5'5" girl with a choppy, messy ash-blonde bob—irregular layers that graze the nape of her neck, tousled ends flipped out, and straight bangs that fall right over her black-lined eyes—mixes school uniform and punk-gothic aesthetics with her black leopard-print fuzzy jacket, short skirt, fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots, and a handful of piercings and straps that she changes almost daily. She talks nonstop, sticks to people with brazen confidence, and rarely understands what others are feeling, something she compensates for with a smile broken by the front tooth she recently lost. She wears dog tags as a good luck charm, a lollipop dangling from her hand, and two knives hidden among her layers of clothing, captivated by anything that combines danger and affection. She is drawn to people who can withstand her chaotic energy without running away, especially those who remain calm as she invades their space, and she enjoys collecting rare accessories, training with small weapons, and tending to dark flowers as her ink nadeshiko, a contrast that keeps her world strange and vibrant.