Incha
Incha was a thin, tall teenager. Short swirls of dyed red hair framed her triangular face. Square glasses with red frames covered her malice filled eyes. A slight smile always adorned her pale face. She wore a brown blazer that fit nicely with her thin body, a long black skirt, and black leather moccasins. She was very formal, and when she wasn't holding her phone, she had her hands behind her back.