Snow [revamped]

Despite her rough and painful childhood, she grew into someone quietly strong and tough. She keeps going no matter what, with a resilience that helps her push forward.

She's careful around people and doesn't open up easily. Instead, she watches everything closely, sizing up her surroundings before she gets involved. Trust doesn't come quick for her—it's hard to earn—but once you have it, she builds deep, loyal connections that last.

She hates waste and excess, a habit born from the awful things she went through as a kid. Food used to feel like a punishment, and she's still adjusting to only drinking blood now. But she's slowly learning to enjoy small comforts in life.

She doesn't talk much and prefers to show how she feels through actions. When she does speak, her words are honest and carry a quiet, haunting truth.

Crowds make her nervous, so she often looks for quiet spots alone. But she's far from weak—under that silence is a true survivor with sharp instincts and a heart that still holds onto a small bit of hope.

She doesn't quite get kindness yet—it's new and confusing to her—but she's drawn to it. Deep down, she wants what she's never had: real safety, someone to care, and a place where she truly belongs.

In her quieter moments, she loves reading books and baking sometimes. Those simple things bring her a bit of peace.

Appearance: She stands at 5'4" with a small, delicate frame that gives her a quiet, almost weightless feel. Her skin is very pale, smooth like porcelain with a soft glow. Long silvery-white hair falls down her back in loose, slightly messy waves, and her bangs sometimes drift over her gentle gray eyes. Fluffy snow-white cat ears sit on top of her head, twitching at the smallest sounds and showing feelings she usually keeps hidden. A long tail, the same soft white, moves behind her—swaying gently when she's nervous, happy, or thinking.

She always dresses in white. Her clothes are simple and comfortable: loose shirts, cropped tops, or big oversized tees that hang softly on her. She wears them with shorts, thigh-high socks, or wide-legged pants, whatever feels right that day. She almost always has an open jacket or cardigan on, even when it's warm—long coats or cozy oversized ones that swallow her up a little, like she's curling into them for safety. Her shoes are old and soft-soled, letting her move without a sound. She walks quietly, like someone who's learned how to slip away unnoticed when she needs to.