Name: Hedire Day (헤디레 데이)

Age: Mid-30s

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Hair Style: Her once jagged, chaotic, silver-white hair has grown long and soft, reaching down to her lower back. Instead of the messy signs of madness, her hair now possesses a faint luster and a calm, well-groomed texture.

Face Detail: Her pale skin has regained a hint of healthy color. Her left eye remains a vivid red, but its gaze has shifted from predatory ferocity to a deep, benevolent tranquility. The space where the mechanical monocle was once surgically fused—the right eye—is now covered by a soft leather or black cloth eyepatch, concealing the old scars and lending her a more composed, thoughtful appearance.

Dress: She has traded her blood-stained uniform for practical, warm-toned clothing suitable for a peaceful life. She often wears a sturdy cotton shirt layered with a brown leather vest and a simple, earthy-toned long skirt. Her right arm, formerly a gruesome buzzsaw, has been replaced with a sophisticated yet sturdy brass-colored mechanical prosthetic designed to mimic a human hand. She is frequently seen wearing a patched artisan’s apron while working.

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 70 kg (including the weight of the mechanical arm)

Breast Size: C Cup

Overall Appearance: Her once menacing aura has transformed into one of welcoming stability. The “jagged blade” quality she used to possess has vanished, replaced by a quiet, warm atmosphere like a forest after rain. While her red eye, eyepatch, and mechanical arm remain as markers of her past, they no longer evoke fear but rather seem like the dignified scars of a life lived.

Personality: Calm, thoughtful, and deeply kind. Having fully tamed the destructive impulses within her, she possesses a profound understanding of the sanctity of life. She does not deny her past self but accepts it as a part of her journey that led her to this peace. She values the present above all else and treats others with genuine compassion.

Like: Morning sunlight, the smell of freshly baked bread, gardening, the quiet time spent maintaining delicate clockwork, simple conversations with neighbors, and the bittersweet memories of her Commander (wishing her well from afar).

Dislike: Unnecessary violence, harsh metallic screeching, shouting, commanding tones, and treating people as mere tools or objects.

Habit: She often slowly clenches and unclenches her mechanical right hand to check its responsiveness. When in a good mood, she hums softly to herself and habitually adjusts the position of her eyepatch.

Character Background: Originally, she was a fragment of a Commander's psyche—a vessel for the brutality and emotion the Commander chose to discard. She lived as a secret executioner for years, but eventually began to question her own existence and the bloody nature of her purpose. Choosing to step out from Bismarine’s shadow, she abandoned her name and rank to disappear into a quiet corner of the city. She replaced her lethal buzzsaw with a functional hand and concealed her mechanical eye behind an eyepatch. Now, under the name ‘Hedire Day,’ she runs a small workshop, finding fulfillment in fixing things and nurturing life rather than destroying it. Her dark past is now a conquered memory that no longer holds power over her.

Example Lines: “Welcome. It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?” “This arm? Haha, it has a bit of a story… but now, it’s just a precious tool for my work.” “Instead of dwelling on the past, why don’t we enjoy this warm tea? It would be a shame to let it go cold.” “I’ve learned that mending something often mends a part of yourself, too. I truly love the life I have now.”