An illustration of a whimsical child with curly blue-grey hair, large glasses, a patched blue hoodie, and glittery light-up sneakers.

A tall, sketchbook drawing like character that has a half-permanent smile that seems stitched right into her cheeks, the kind that says “What if we tried something wild?” even before she speaks. Her ash-blonde hair is a delightful mess of chaotic curls, shooting out in every direction like a storm of ideas, barely kept in check by a collection of rainbow hair clips—some upside down, some tangled in curls, all placed with the precision of a six-year-old on a mission. She wears a light blue hoodie that's a little too big and a lot too patched—covered in crooked stickers, soft fabric patches from adventures gone sideways, and doodles she probably drew on it herself with a marker when no one was looking. Her light yellow glasses are always a little smudged but brighten her face like sunlight through lemon candy, twinkling green eyes full of spark and too many questions to ask all at once. Her skin is peppered with bright freckles, like sunshine got curious and tried to paint her. Glittery light-up sneakers flash every time she skips, runs, or even thinks about moving, and her arms and legs are dotted with bandaids—on her knees, her fingers, even her feet—evidence of her full-throttle approach to life. She’s brave in that kid way—not because she’s unafraid, but because she is, and she still says yes anyway. See more