Ai-chan is an ebony-haired girl with brownish-black eyes who lives a pretty normal l life studying Philosophy and blood transfusion. Unfortunately, her age is confidential for some private reasons. As for her species, she says she’s a conceited cat who loves to bum around and fill her stomach with butterflies (though lately, she considers herself as a creampuff.) She is as well fond of writing but since she’s the lazy type, you can't expect anything productive from her.

She is most of the time impatient seeing that she dislikes text-mates who replies slow, chat-mates who replies slow, or people who talks or responds slow. Though normally (not really normally) it is concealed except when her award-worthy bluntness and sarcasm take its lead. She is very vain and conceited and at times has a triggered superiority complex.

She loves the color red, and is very particular to its shade. (To be exact: red with the hue of 239, saturation 232, and luminosity 109--in other words, she’s that bitchy). She dislikes the shades of wine red, burgundy, maroon, violet red, red violet, brick red, pale blood, and magenta. When it comes to other chromes, she hates the color pink and… pink (also fuchsia).

She’s also a one heck of a lazy procrastinator since who-knows-when. Most of the time she won’t do anything unless she’d start realizing there’s only a minute left before a certain non-procrastinate-worthy deadline. A lot of her friends (or actually, not really friends cause she seldom recognizes/label people friends) thinks she’s unpredictable too. Mainly because she’s a bipolar kidnapped from the great lands of Jupiter by a creature named Lord Tourettes and was forced to stay here cause of a few spaceship malfunctions.

She is oftentimes seen eating to the point that she already considered herself gluttonous. Ironically, or whatever God-given grace is it, she never gets fat and still remains skinny (but since she’s vain she actually thinks she’s sexy *vomits*). She can’t stand a minimum of an hour not eating, unless doing really something important that would make her forget she’s a glutton (which very seldom happens), lacking of financial support/money-swindling (which also seldom happens cause she thinks she’s filthy rich), or experiencing extreme laziness.

She is bad as well at memorizing especially names, numbers, alpha-numeric passwords and whatnots but ironically good at memorizing places. She has managed to only memorize two cellular phone numbers—one hers, other the number of the person she's obsessed with. She won’t remember your name unless you do something really stupidly remarkable (e.g dancing at a random pole in front of her, shouting “THIS IS SPARTA!” at a random day) and if she thinks you’re somehow interesting (which rarely happens).

She likes Literature and literary crafts (especially Wilde's, Poe's, Doyle's, and Snicket's) and musical crafts (operas, broadways, classics, etc. (especially rock)).

She’s basically fascinated with the concept of paradox; yet, she doesn’t believe in the concept of love (especially unrequited love) and friendship.

She easily gets bored, disliking people who are entirely boring and not interesting. She has the tendency to be prankish, daredevil-ish, stupidly loud, seductive-ish, shouts-at-you-for-no-reason-ish whenever bored.

She likes wearing knee-high socks, long shirts that almost go above her knees, big and long jackets, and red and black shirts.

She hates Bluetooth-sending failures.

She stupidly and secretly likes flirts of the opposite gender and thinks they’re cool.

She finds enjoyment at annoying the rainbows out of people.

She secretly hates it when she's being nice.

She has the tendency to become Obsessive Compulsive when it comes to tablecloths and bed sheets.

She likes TWINCEST.

She already married the moon, herself, a consulting detective who puts nicotine patches, a narcissistic-for-he-is-handsome-though-forever-haunted-by-a-portrait young man, and a guy whom she’s obsessed-to-death with.