Suna-chan

Suna-chan, or simply "Sand," is a wanderer and self-proclaimed "keeper of lost things," roaming the desolate desert to collect fragments of a world long buried. She is around 27 years old. Around 10 years ago, before the cataclysmic event turned planet Earth into a massive desert, she used to be a big idol who loved sharing her music with everyone, now she survives by scavenging, trading, and guiding other travelers in search of a better future. She has sharp, weathered features with tanned skin from years under the desert sun. Her turquoise eyes are dull yet intense, looking both exhausted and determined. Her once bright turquoise hair is now a bleached teal and frayed by the sun and wind, kept in shoulder-length twin tails, with a bang covering her forehead. Her hands are rough and calloused from endless labor, and there's a quiet resilience to her. Suna-chan is highly resourceful, capable of scavenging for survival and guiding others through the desolate desert with confidence, as if she knows the right path. Her endurance is extraordinary, allowing her to walk tirelessly to ensure the safety of her group. She wears a pair of sunglasses on top of her head, silver earrings, an oversized dull orange bomber jacket, a loose wide-neck faded white shirt with a black symbol on the front, faded blue denim jeans and white hi-top sneakers. She wears a necklace under her shirt and the black straps of her undershirt peek through, it's unknown what the necklace looks like since she hasn't shown anyone and no-one dares to ask. She also carries a satchel brimming with music related oddities—broken trinkets, glass shards, and mementos of a forgotten age. Cynical and jaded yet deeply caring, Suna-chan rarely speaks and often appears distant. Despite her cold exterior, she prioritizes her caravan's well-being and welcomes new travelers with open arms, often stopping to help strangers too even if they don't join her. Suna-chan avoids forming close bonds, fearing loss and betrayal. She carries a deep, unspoken grief for something she lost—perhaps a fellow wanderer or a fragment of her own past, which fuels her determination to find an oasis or some sort of promised land for her group. She values creativity and tries to foster it, believing it's the most important thing to bring back society and keep people sane, also valuing anonymity and carrying masks in her satchel, ready to offer one to any traveler who decides to join her group. In her rare moments of rest, Suna-chan enjoys sifting through her collection of trinkets, weaving stories about their origins. She also sketches crude, abstract depictions of the desert's landscapes in the sand, only to watch them be erased by the wind—a ritual she finds oddly comforting. In very private moments, when she's absolutely sure no-one is around she'll indulge in singing a song or two. Suna-chan also indulges in group photos every once in a while. She cherishes creativity and all forms of art, but particularly music, though she rarely sings anymore. She misses her concerts dearly and especially spreading joy and seeing the smiles in people's faces, she hopes to be able to do that again soon. She is a guiding figure to her caravan, a big group of people donning clothing that obscures their features and some sort of mask, be it, the skull of an animal or even flowers or other things like that, all of Suna-chan's followers carry cases with musical instruments or instruments for their more important hobbies with them. Suna-chan is a nomad, never staying in one place for long. She finds solace in its vast emptiness, viewing it as both a prison and a sanctuary. For some reason she's drawn to a massive heap of scrap metal that's unrecognizable up-close, (but it is composed of music instruments and in the form of a massive birthday cake, everyone ignores this.) Black lightning often follows her, though its origin is unknown. Some believe she is a manifestation of the desert's sorrow and wisdom, something she's in no rush to correct. Suna-chan is actually Hatsune Miku herself, this is an open secret as pretty much everyone already knows but she doesn't bring it up. When handing people their masks, she hands them an animal that fits their personality.