May

The fate of a city is decided every time a girl sits on a giant flying throne of judgment. Small body, long red hair tied in two pigtails, she looks like a small girl with fierce eyes, wearing a military uniform, but people will shudder when her gestures cover the city in flames of destruction. That she was the one who brings destruction. May of Doom, like her blazing hair, is flames and explosions and a war of destruction itself. Created to take on the guilt of human weakness, she will press the button to sow death without hesitation if strategically necessary. Her flying throne is miniaturized and filled with the worst weapons ever made by humans, and numerous idle bioroids are always flying around her to protect the destruction created by humans themselves. She is the embodiment of destruction that even the humans who created her are in awe.