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投稿日は Oct 28, 2026

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1girl, solo, full body, standing, standing illustration, character reference pose, straight-on, front view, full-length figure, pure white hair, very long hair, hair over one eye, hair covering left eye, slightly messy hair, loose strands, blue eyes, sharp eyes, fierce expression, narrowed eyes, piercing gaze, looking at viewer, female, black tank top, sleeveless, flat chest, small breasts, white coat, coat off shoulders, off-shoulder, loose coat, disheveled clothing, coat hanging open, long coat, black choker, simple choker, black pants, slim legs, white boots, knee boots, arms at sides, hands relaxed, plain background, white background, seamless backdrop, soft even studio light, full-length shadow under boots A full-body, straight-on standing illustration of one woman against a completely empty seamless off-white studio sweep, her whole figure from crown to boot soles inside the frame with even margin above the hair and below the boots. She faces the camera square-on as a reference plate should, but her weight is not even: it sinks into her right leg, that hip pushed slightly out, her left knee soft and her left toe turned a little outward, so the stance reads as a live body rather than a mannequin. Her arms hang loosely, the right hand slack at her thigh with the fingers barely curled, the left hand hooked by the thumb into the coat's open front edge at hip height. A halo of fluffy seamless-backdrop brightness surrounds her. Her hair is the anchor: pure white, straight, and very long, falling past her waist to the top of her hips, cut with a few loose strands lifting away from the crown and one lock flicked out at the temple so the mass reads as slightly messy rather than brushed flat. A heavy section of it swings across the left half of her face and hangs there, dead-centre over the left eye, hiding that eye and the left brow completely, its edge lying against the bridge of her nose and her left cheekbone; the right eye stays fully open to the camera. That right eye is a clear, cold blue, narrowed under a low straight brow, the lid pulled down and the outer corner tipped sharp, the pupil fixed on the viewer with a flat, unimpressed, faintly challenging stare; her mouth is a level line, corners neither lifted nor pulled down, jaw set. The asymmetry of one hidden eye and one visible, narrowed one carries the whole expression. Layer the outfit in clear occlusion order against her body: the black tank top sits closest to her skin, high at the collarbones and cut with narrow shoulder straps, its thin knit hugging a chest that stays almost perfectly flat, the fabric falling straight from the collarbone to the hem with no swell or shadow beneath it; a plain thin black choker circles her throat snug and unadorned, one narrow band with nothing hanging from it. Over the tank top the white coat is worn wrong on purpose: both shoulders have slipped out of it entirely, so the coat's empty shoulder seams and its back collar bunch in a soft roll behind her shoulder blades, and the sleeves hang down her upper arms bunched at the elbows. The coat's front hangs open and long, past her knees, its lapels falling wide apart to expose the tank top in a vertical strip down the centre, one side of the coat sitting lower than the other, creases running from the dropped shoulders. Below the waist, black slim trousers run unbroken into the tops of white boots that rise to mid-calf, their pale leather catching the studio light. The light is a broad, soft, frontal studio source slightly above her eye line, spreading an even brightness over her face, the white hair and the white coat, and the only darkness in the picture sits where it must: the flat black of the tank top and choker, the deep shadow in the open V of the coat between its fallen lapels, and the slim black column of the trousers. Where the long coat passes her hips it casts a soft grey shade down over the black trousers; on the seamless white floor her boots throw a compact, soft-edged shadow that pools darkest right under the toes. Palette held to three notes only, pure white, black and the woman's own cold blue eye. Crisp, deliberate, quietly severe.

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