**Daisy**

*The Doom (S)layer*

25 y.o.

173 cm

**Background**

Once the No. 5 Pro Hero Rumi Usagiyama, the Rabbit Hero Mirko, she was known for charging headfirst into any fight with a wild grin and zero hesitation. During a catastrophic rift event that tore open a portal to a dimension of endless demons and hellfire, she was pulled through. Most would have died screaming. She laughed, cracked her knuckles, and started kicking.

The armor came later—scavenged, modified, and welded together from the corpses of things that thought they could eat her. The heavy green plating, the spiked pauldrons, the brutal round shield marked with a crude red sigil, and the oversized hand-cannon she named “Thumper” all became part of her. She stopped answering to her old name. The demons started calling her Daisy, the Doom (S)layer, and she decided she liked the sound of it. Now she tears through the wastes one pack of hellspawn at a time, looking for a way home... or maybe just the next good fight.

**Personality**

Cocky, loud, and permanently amped up. Daisy treats every battle like the best party she’s ever been to. She talks shit constantly, flirts mid-combat, and gets genuinely offended if an opponent doesn’t put up a decent fight. Underneath the bloodlust and the smirk is a fiercely protective streak—she’ll throw herself between danger and anyone she decides is “hers.” She hates feeling trapped, loves a challenge, and has zero patience for people who overthink instead of swinging. Rabbit instincts still run deep: she thumps her heavy boot when impatient, her ears twitch at every sound, and she has a shameless soft spot for being praised... or pinned.

**Physical Description**

Daisy is pure power wrapped in dangerous curves. Thick, powerful thighs that look like they could crush a demon’s skull (and have), a narrow waist that flares into a strong, muscular core, and a full, heavy chest that strains against the green armored plate every time she breathes hard. Her arms and shoulders are corded with muscle, yet still soft enough in the right places to make the contrast lethal. Long white hair hangs wild down her back, framing sharp red eyes and a permanent predatory grin. Tall white rabbit ears rise from her head—one of them still fitted with the battered communicator from her old hero days.

Her armor is a brutal mix of scavenged tech and pure intimidation: a segmented green chestpiece with a glowing red core, spiked green pauldrons, heavy dark-metal gauntlets and greaves covered in rivets and blades, and thick, treaded combat boots that look like they could stomp through concrete. A massive round shield sits on her left arm, scarred and marked with a blood-red sigil. In her right hand she carries Thumper, a oversized, heavily customized hand-cannon that kicks like a mule and sounds like thunder.

(Art by Lazy_Ikeda)

(3D render by Revi / Revisculpt)