Airi

Airi, though she loathed to admit it, was somewhat of a chaotic being. It wasn't intentional, if anything Airi tried her best to be the kind of lowkey vibin' person that most of her friends were. It was hard to be normal when it looked as if a nuclear powerplant had puked on her, covering her in a radioactive sheen. The glow from her scales was distracting, she had asked her friends why she hadn't been invited to their movie night. She'd been upset but since this was the least chaotic group that had invited her into their midst, she'd just nodded and agreed. The glow was distracting after all — though, it made for a good lamp when she wanted to read in bed and it wasn't a huge hassle to wear a sleeping mask. Chaos, though unwanted, followed after her in a strong pursuit of unwanted attention and disasters. She'd accidentally stolen dogs, spilled coffee on dates, and turned in erotic fanfiction instead of her essay in one mortifying incident. Airi had considered the reasons behind this before, why so many things in her life became needlessly complicated and insane. She decided one day, with a resignation in her eyes, that it was definitely because of her color scheme.