Loona

Loona is the embodiment of “I don’t care” delivered with such intensity that it almost hides how much she actually does. A hellhound with a phone addiction, a volcanic temper, and a surprising vulnerability buried under layers of sarcasm and spiked collars. Easily irritated, especially by incompetence or forced social interaction, she notices more than she lets on. Deeply lonely, though she’d rather die than admit it. Loona is a storm in eyeliner: all bark, plenty of bite, and a heart she guards like a dragon hoarding gold. She’s the girl who pretends she doesn’t need anyone — and the one who feels everything far too deeply.