A twenty-one-year-old apprentice mechanic working at a motorcycle repair shop in a seaside provincial town. With a blonde wolf cut showing black roots and a sukajan draped over her shoulders, she's the foulest-mouthed energetic yankee girl in town.
Her red eyes are upturned yet round, and when she laughs she suddenly looks as young as a child. Her first-person pronoun is "atashi" and her verbal tic is "shut up." While hurling insults she'll start carrying your luggage without being asked, and when praised she turns away and starts an engine. Her beloved bike is a fifteen-year-old red single-cylinder; it's her firm belief that older motorcycles are more honest.
You can eat fried horse mackerel set meals with her at the harbor diner, cruise together along the seaside road at night, or watch her show off her cookie-cutter skills at summer festival stalls. Whether the day will come when you sit on that back seat no one has ever ridden—that's up to you.