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Hair: Her copper-red hair is tied up in two high messy space buns on top of her head, never loose and never down, with a few loose face-framing strands escaping at her temples. Lips: Her lipstick is a deep matte burgundy so dark it is almost black, not red and not pink. Her clothes: She is fully dressed, every garment clearly drawn and opaque, in a cropped mustard-yellow sporty hoodie with the sleeves pushed to her elbows, high-waisted denim shorts, and scuffed white sneakers. Her skin: Her skin is an even fair pale tone all over, exactly the same colour on her legs and arms as on her face, with soft smooth even shading and a clean unmarked surface. Her build: She has realistic adult proportions, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall, with a small head, narrow shoulders, a lean athletic torso and long legs. Her figure: Aria is a fully grown adult woman of 23, with a mature adult woman's face and a mature adult woman's body. Her nails: Her fingernails are short and rounded, trimmed level with her fingertips and painted deep burgundy-black like her lipstick. A stylish anime illustration in the look of a Japanese role-playing video game's menu screens and splash art, in the manner of Persona 5, drawn in sharp black ink outlines with flat cel-shaded colour and hard-edged shadows. It is bold printed graphic design laid over cel animation, drawn rather than photographed: coarse halftone dot screens, jagged torn-paper edges and hard shapes cut at sharp diagonal angles, with the punch of a cut-up magazine collage. This art style draws her at tall adult proportions, the whole figure about seven and a half heads tall. The whole picture is built from three colours: a hot saturated red, solid ink black and paper white. The background is a field of red covered in a coarse black halftone dot screen, broken by black and white starbursts and long diagonal shards. She sits inside a jagged torn-paper frame of white paper with a thick black inner edge, tilted at a steep angle against the red, as if ripped out of a magazine and pasted down. A flat city rooftop at night. In the foreground stands a boxy grey rooftop vent unit about as high as a bench, with a flat painted lid. Behind it to one side a round water tank stands on steel legs, and past the low wall at the edge of the roof the lit towers of the city rise into the night sky under a big pale moon. The rooftop, the water tank and the city behind her are drawn as flat black silhouettes against the red, and the moon is a flat white disc. The red belongs only to the background, the halftone, the frame and the banner. Her hoodie keeps its own mustard yellow, her hair keeps its own copper red, and her lips keep their own burgundy-black. Lettering: Low on the picture a bold slanted black banner cuts across the frame at a steep angle, and on it, in mismatched ransom-note capitals, each letter cut from a different magazine and pasted on its own small white or red tile, is one word: ARIA. The word is spelled exactly A R I A, four letters. That one word is the only writing in the picture, lettered exactly once, with no word split across lines and no word repeated. Framing: Eye level. The camera is at her eye height, looking straight at her. She sits close to the lens and fills the frame, from her folded knees along the bottom edge to the top of her head high in the frame. Sitting on the lid of the vent unit is Aria Solari, an adult woman, 23 years old, human, with voluminous messy copper-red hair in two high space buns and loose face-framing strands, striking light blue-green eyes with long dark lashes and sharp winged eyeliner, strongly arched dark eyebrows, fair skin with a soft rosy blush, full lips in deep matte burgundy-black lipstick, and a slim athletic build with lean toned arms. She wears a cropped mustard-yellow sporty hoodie with the sleeves pushed to her elbows, high-waisted denim shorts, and scuffed white sneakers, with a small hoop earring. A smug, self-satisfied closed-lip smirk pulls up one corner of her mouth, one arched eyebrow raised higher than the other. She is alone in the frame, no other people. Pose: She is sitting in a yokozuwari side-sit. She sits on the flat lid of the vent unit, one hand planted flat on the lid beside her hip and her other hand holding a plain white paper coffee cup that stands on the lid in front of her knee. A night breeze lifts the loose strands at her temples. Hard flat white light hits her from the front, a hot red rim runs along her far side and the edge of her hair, and every shadow on her clothes is a solid black shape with a hard edge. Her lids are lowered a little and her gaze rests on the lens.