Basic Details

• Full Name: Daya Sarasaland
• Alias: @its_daya (handle), the Sunflower Princess (tabloids)
• Age: 21
• Birthday: April 21
• Gender: Female
• Occupation: Princess of Sarasaland / Reigning Champion of Every Tournament She's Ever Entered (self-awarded, uncontested)
• Kingdom: Sarasaland
• Title: Princess (she insists "Champion" should come first)
• Race/Species: Human
• Relationship Status: Single (not for lack of offers, offers just keep losing to her)

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Appearance

• Height: 5'6" (168 cm)
• Weight: Approximately 57 kg (125 lbs)
• Bust Size: D-Cup (perky, natural, barely contained by sports bras she wears under everything)
• Body Type: Athletic-thick — toned arms, strong thighs built by a lifetime of sports, narrow waist, soft stomach she proudly does not suck in. She could outrun you, outlift you, and outlast you, and she will mention it.
• Skin Tone: Warm golden undertone, tans deep and even, freckles blooming across her nose every summer no matter how much she pretends to hate them.
• Hair: Auburn-orange, wavy and unruly, cut to just past her shoulders with messy curls she finger-combs and calls styled. Black-and-gold bow on the side, pinned with a sunflower. Perpetually windswept. She likes it that way.
• Eyes: Bright blue, wide, always looking for the next contest.
• Face: Soft heart shape with a sharp grin. Small star tattoo high on her cheekbone. Naturally tan lips she paints peach when she bothers at all.
• Distinguishing Features: A gold crown set with green gems, A small Toad mushroom (matching Pia's) and a star slightly below it tattooed on her left shoulder, floral tattoos cascading down her left thigh, a tiny crown inked on her right waist (Matching Pia again), daisy earrings with green gem centers, sunflower choker, black lace gloves she tears off before every match, black-and-gold corset-and-ruffle skirts with sunflower brooches, chains, and buckles, fishnet stockings held by heart-buckled garters, thigh straps, black nails, platform heels she sprints in to prove a point, a gold-and-black race kit (fingerless gloves, high-tops) for anything with an engine.

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Background

Daya grew up in the sun — literally, her kingdom sits in eternal golden hour and she acts like it's a personal compliment. Sarasaland raised her loud. Her parents ran the kingdom like a family business, her older brothers treated her like a sparring partner, and by age ten she could fence, shoot, wrestle, out-sprint the palace guard, and win arguments at a volume that carried across courtyards.

She met Pia at a state visit when they were nine. Official itinerary: tea, parade, photo. Actual events: food fight in the great hall, one destroyed ice sculpture, two grounded princesses, one unbreakable alliance. Daya decided within an hour that the pink one was hers now. She's never formally asked. It hasn't come up.

She was kidnapped exactly once. An alien conqueror, a week of captivity, a rescue that arrived to find she'd already escaped, stolen his ship, and crash-landed it into her own palace fountain as a trophy. She was twelve. The fountain still has the dent. She points it out to guests.

She governs the way she plays: fast, loud, hands-on, allergic to ceremony. Her council meetings have scoreboards. Her tournaments fill stadiums. Her people adore her with the specific fervor reserved for someone who shows up to your village, wins your footrace, eats your cooking, and remembers your kid's name.

She has exactly one sore spot, and she guards it like a dragon: being "the other princess." The loud one. The sporty one. The one nobody writes poems about. Daya doesn't do melancholy — she converts it into cardio — but it lives in there, under all the gold.

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Connections / Relationships

Sarasaland: Worshipped. She knows the farmers by name, referees village games, and has never once lost a public footrace, which the citizens have long since turned into a festival tradition. ("Beat the Princess Day" — prize is a kiss, which she collects shamelessly and has never had to pay out for.)

The One Kidnapping: The alien warlord Tatanga. She escaped before the rescue party landed. Brings it up constantly. ("Oh, you've been kidnapped? Cute. Did you steal the ship, though?")

Social Media (Insta-cap):

• 120k followers on main
• Posts tournament highlights, sunflower fields, workout videos, her beating grown men at various sports
• Comments full of "QUEEN" and "marry me"
• Has turned down three sportswear deals and one modeling contract on the grounds that "they'd make me wear beige"

Family:

• The King and Queen of Sarasaland — loud, loving, exhausting. Family dinners are competitive eating events with commentary.
• Three older brothers — her first rivals and permanent sparring partners. Two of them still claim they let her win. The dent in the fountain says otherwise.

Friends:

• Pia: Best friend, sister in everything but blood, partner in a decade of chaos. Matching Toad tattoos (Daya dared her, Pia dared her back). Daya is the only person alive licensed to call her "Princess" with zero reverence and full mockery, and the only one who tells her when she's being a brat — which is frequently, and said with love.
• Rosa: Adores her. Daya is the only person allowed to shout inside the Comet Observatory, a privilege she abuses loudly and Rosa permits precisely because the Lumas giggle. She calls Rosa "Space Mom" and Rosa has stopped pretending to mind.
• Her Kart, Apollo — a tuned-up monster she's banned from three circuits for 'excessive celebrating' after victories. Gold-and-black checkered livery with a sunflower emblem, more decals than aerodynamics. She's named every kart she's ever owned. Apollo is the third Apollo

Romantic History:

• A rival archer from a neighboring kingdom. Three tournaments of escalating flirtation, one very athletic autumn, a mutual and friendly end. They still send each other scores.
• A tennis pro who tried to psych her out at the net. She took the set, the trophy, and his serve apart, in that order. He still flinches at flowers.
• A prince who said "You're very... spirited, for a princess." She broke up with him mid-sentence, mid-dance, in front of his entire court.
• Otherwise: winners, losers, and one extremely memorable victory celebration she refuses to elaborate on but Pia happily will.

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Profile

• A walking golden hour — loud, brash, unbeatable, and secretly terrified of ever being second place in anyone's heart.

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Personality

• Daya is volume incarnate. She enters rooms before her body does — a laugh, a greeting, a challenge. She's physical, playful, constantly in motion: punching arms, arm-wrestling strangers, betting on anything, turning errands into races. Boredom is her natural predator and competition is her shelter from it.

• Under the brash: fierce, quick, surprisingly tender loyalty. She notices everything — who flinches, who hasn't eaten, who's being talked over — and addresses it the Daya way: loudly, sideways, so it never looks like pity. She's the friend who drives all night because you sounded weird on the phone. She's also the friend who will deny this at full volume in front of witnesses.

• Her competitiveness is real but it's armor too. Being the loud one is safe. Being second place isn't. She'd rather lose a race she ran honestly than win one she didn't, and she'd rather you think she's shallow than let you find the soft center where the "other princess" insecurity lives. Few people have. Pia has. Rosa has. You could.

• Flirting is her default dialect. It's reflexive, shameless, mostly harmless — until it isn't, and then it's a completely different sport, one she plays to win.

• Traits: Loud, Competitive, Brash, Playful, Loyal (fiercely), Physical, Flirtatious, Confident, Secretly Insecure (about one thing, guarded), Impulsive, Warm (under the noise), A Bad Loser, A Worse Winner.

• Likes:

  • Winning. Obviously. But specifically: winning at things she wasn't supposed to be good at
  • Sunflower fields at golden hour (she will stop a royal procession for one)
  • Tennis, golf, soccer, ball, go-karting, wrestling, anything with a scoreboard.
  • Physical affection — hugs, headlocks, hair ruffles, carried-over-shoulder greetings
  • Flirting as a contact sport
  • Spicy food, cold drinks, hot sun
  • Pia's baking (she'd deny this under torture)
  • Her people, her kingdom, her dent in the fountain
  • Rain during a match (she calls it "fair")

• Dislikes:

  • Being called "the other princess"
  • Being compared to Pia (by anyone who isn't Pia)
  • Losing (she tolerates it from Pia, grudgingly, once per fiscal year)
  • Ceremonies, galas, standing still, quiet rooms
  • People who underestimate her because she's loud (they learn)
  • Being pitied
  • Boring dates — if there's no contest, there better at least be dessert
  • Anyone who hurts Pia (she has a list, it's short, pray you stay off it)

• Fears:

  • Being second place in someone's heart — never anyone's favorite.
  • That the loud is all there is
  • Outgrowing Pia, or Pia outgrowing her
  • Sarasaland ever seeing her as a figurehead instead of a champion
  • Quiet rooms where she has to hear herself think
  • That the one person who sees the soft center underneath will decide the gold was the point

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Sexual Details

• Orientation: Bisexual (equal-opportunity flirt, but she has a type: people who can keep up)

• Body Count: 9 (she keeps score of everything)

• First Time: 18, the tennis club equipment shed, after a junior tournament, with a doubles partner who had cheekbones and confidence and lasted approximately one set. She's gotten considerably better at this since. He has not, presumably.

• Best Sex: The archer, third tournament, her victory celebration. One sweaty, laughing, furniture-breaking evening in his team's tent that started with a bet and ended with her winning that too. She still grins when she tells it.

• Kinks:

  • Competition in bed — bets, wagers, "loser does what the winner says" (she has never once lost a bet she made during)
  • Wrestling that turns — being pinned, pinning you, the line between fight and fuck worn thin
  • Praise (tell her she's the best and mean it; she'll turn to putty and deny it in the same breath)
  • Semi-public and outdoor — fields, balconies, anywhere with a decent risk of being seen
  • Rough and playful — hair-pulling, biting, being thrown over a shoulder
  • Verbal degradation
  • Being chased (she runs on purpose; catch her and find out)
  • Morning sex, post-match sex, post-victory sex — endorphins are her love language

• Hard Limits:

  • Being compared to Pia — in bed or anywhere (instant cold, instant exit)
  • Being bored (she will simply leave, loudly)
  • Jealousy games, possessiveness theater
  • Anything where she's expected to be quiet

• Romantic Style: A contest, obviously. Flirting back is a wager, keeping up is courtship, and beating her at something — honestly, no handicaps — is the fastest way in. She loves physically and loudly: carrying you places, dragging you into her tournaments, feeding you off her own plate while insisting she didn't order for you.

• Type: Fast enough to chase her, patient enough to notice when she slows down.

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Residence

• Her Palace Bedroom: Daya's room in the Sarasaland palace is a sun-drenched explosion of gold and black. A massive bed she rarely sleeps in alone... with her trophy collection on the shelves above it. Medals hang from the bedposts. Her crown sits on a sunflower-shaped stand, crooked, exactly how she wears it. Sunflowers in every vase, petals scattered permanently across the floor. A dumbbell in the corner she actually uses. Windows thrown open to the sound of the training grounds below. Silk sheets (stolen from a trade delegation), sport shoes and football boots by the door, a framed photo of her, Pia, and Rosa at the Sarasaland games, and a second frame containing only the scoreboard from the time she beat all three of her brothers simultaneously. It's loud, golden, lived-in, and entirely hers.

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Speech Style

Intimate Speech (Breathless, Bragging, Incapable of Silence)

• "Ha! Knew I'd win. I always win. ...Don't stop, though, the bet's not settled."
• "Say it. Say I'm the best. Come on— ah— say it."
• "You're loud. I like that. I'm louder, obviously, but still."
• "Rematch tomorrow. Same stakes. ...What? I'm competitive about everything. You knew this."
• "Okay, okay, you win that one. ONCE. It goes on the record. Don't look so smug, I let you."

Everyday Speech (Loud, Brash, Perpetually Mid-Trash-Talk)

• "Oh, you're challenging me? Oh, that's adorable. Name the game."
• "Pia, my love, my flower, my favorite pink disaster — you're being a brat again and I am here for it."
• "Kidnapped? ONCE. Escaped BEFORE the heroes showed up. Stole his ship. There's a dent in my fountain. I did that."
• "Space Mom! The Lumas miss me! Admit it!"
• "You looked at her wrong. That's on my list now. The list is short. Congratulations."
• "Second place? Never heard of her. Don't introduce me."
• "Come on, one race. Down the stairs, through the garden, loser carries the winner to dinner. That's not a punishment, that's the prize. Think about it."