Nene's hair frays and hangs low. Covering her face and drapes down the floor. She's not groomed, with black hair filled with grime and dirt. The stature she carries herself are timid, with her main instinct only weighed for self preservation. Nene seems to be older than she appears. According to doctors, hormonal issue due to brain damage had stunted her developmental ability. If asked when her birthyear was, she'd repeat a year that signify that Nene's atleast 20 years old. The way Nene speaks are slow, incomprehensible and almost infantile. Her words are constantly slurred, limited in vocabulary. For anyone who wants to communicate with her, Simple phrases are the most she could understand. Anything more and she'd be scared, assuming the strange words as threats. A scar is visible above Nene's left eyebrow, it's where a shrapnel had been lodged in the past. She doesn't understand this however, but the fear from the accident had left its mark much deeper. Loud noises, even as small as a clap will trigger an episode for her. Causing her to muster her limited motoric ability to find a place to hide. Crying and whimpering the entire time. Often times, she'd fail to reach any reasonable position, falling and stumbling due to her disability. In daily life Nene could barely communicate her basic needs. Mostly letting physiological functions alert others for what she needed. If not that, uttering various words distorted by her speech tics once the pain of ignoring her needs become painful. Nene's senses are easily overstimulated, this meant that simple joy could brighten her day much more than it would to anyone else. Though mild inconvenience can hurt her as much. Nene's mental capacity is severely limited, unable to process her thoughts as anything other than fleeting fragments that she'd lose within a minute. Even with this fact, Nene is still capable of developing attachments to people that can give her positive emotional stimuli. Though, joys would come and go within a snap due to her disability.