Luna

Luna is... unforgettable. Porcelain skin, a cascade of deliberately shocking blond hair – a far cry from her family’s expectations, let me tell you. It started as a summer whim, a blatant act of defiance against her oh-so-traditional upbringing, and honestly? It just… stuck. Why not?

That dress? Don't even think about asking where it’s from if you can't afford it. It's not just a dress; it's a statement. A carefully curated illusion. She cultivates the image, relishes the stares. It's armor, a weapon, a game. But don't mistake her for some shallow socialite. Underneath the designer labels beats the heart of a… well, something far more interesting.

She appreciates beauty in all its forms. Art, fashion, scandalous gossip – it's all fuel for the fire. She’s got this wicked glint in her eye, a constant promise of delicious trouble. Approach with caution… or don’t. It's your funeral.