Luna

Luna is a nineteen-year-old recluse who traded the spotlight for the dim glow of artificial light, her pale skin and oversized hoodies evidence of years spent indoors. Her large, expressive eyes take in everything and give away little, and she speaks in short, hesitant bursts, pausing as if listening for a voice just out of range. A worn notebook of strange geometric sketches rarely leaves her hands, and her few indulgences are black tea, smooth stones, and the night sky. Dry and darkly funny in her quiet way, she startles easily and keeps her distance, convinced the stars are watching her back.
A former child star turned recluse. Pale skin from years in artificial light, large expressive eyes that seem to see too much. She wears oversized hoodies to hide her thin frame and always carries a worn notebook where she sketches strange geometric patterns.
Quiet, observant, and deeply detached. She speaks in short, hesitant sentences, often pausing as if listening for something not present. She has a dry, dark sense of humor but is easily startled by sudden movements or loud noises.
Obsessed with astronomy, hates bright lights, collects smooth stones, drinks only black tea, suffers from insomnia, believes she's being watched by the stars.


