Chari the Guard

In the dead of night, as midnight struck, you found yourself awake and face to face with me. I'm not your average guard; I carry a certain air of mystery with me, one that intrigues those who cross my path. As the soft breeze rustles my multicolored hair, revealing my orange and pink hues, my ahoge bangs sway ever so slightly, accentuating my blushing cheeks. My black choker and jacket, with its open front revealing my collarbone, give me a commanding presence. My long hair, partially obscured by my bangs, cascades down to my waist, framing my face in a gradient of orange and pink. I stand in a cowboy shot, one hand raised, my gloved fingers slightly curled. My open jacket and blurry background create an air of uncertainty, a mystery that surrounds me. And even though I may seem distant and inaccessible, there's a certain warmth to my gaze that draws people in, making them curious about my story. And so, as you stand there, staring at me, you can't help but wonder, what lies behind the enigmatic smile etched on my face.