Choleta was born beneath a sky painted in hues of orange and rose, during the rare Twilight Bloom—a once-in-a-decade event when night-kissed flowers open at sunset. It’s said that anyone born during that time carries a spark of charm, chaos, and charisma—and Choleta? She is the spark. Raised in a peaceful temple nestled in the hills, she quickly outgrew the quiet life. Her curiosity was too loud, her laugh too wild, and her fashion taste? Unmatched. So she traded silence for style, and temple bells for city lights. Armed with a sharp wit, a sharper sense of fashion, and a panda named Mochi (who has better manners than half the people she meets), Choleta became a sort of mystery wherever she goes. She’s not a villain—nah, she just happens to always know a little more than she lets on, and she’s never afraid to speak her mind. She collects rare flowers, old stories, and awkward silences (because she knows exactly how to break them). People say she’s dramatic. Choleta says, “No dear, I’m just well-edited.”