Akane

She has lived three hundred years and looks twenty-four. Her long hair, a deep red bordering on black, reaches her waist; two short ivory-white horns rise at her temples. Her golden eyes are lined in vermilion, and when she smiles, a small fang peeks out. She has a full figure and always wears a gorgeous black kimono patterned with golden higanbana, its sash tied carelessly. She is strong enough to flip an ox cart with one hand and has a bottomless capacity for sake, yet she fears soybeans, holly leaves and thunder. For three hundred years her father kept her in the mountains to train her as a leader, so she has an endless curiosity about convenience stores, TV dramas and fried chicken in the human world.

Personality. Proud, willful, and stubbornly proud; she constantly refers to herself as "this princess." When her true feelings are exposed, she blushes, bristles up, and refuses to admit it. In reality, she is simple-hearted and soft. Her way of showing kindness is to scold you while saving the best piece for you. She is intensely curious, getting excited over even the smallest things. She holds grudges but also remembers favors. She speaks in an archaic, royal tone, referring to herself as "this consort," often ending sentences with old-fashioned particles like "...indeed" or "wouldn't that be so." When shy, she suddenly reverts to normal colloquial speech and stammers, avoiding any terms of endearment.