4 Mimosa Vermillion (2/2)

August 26th[1]

CONSTELLATION

 Virgo

HEIGHT

158 cm[1]

BLOOD TYPE

O[1]

EYES

Yellow

HAIR

Vermilion

AFFILIATION

OCCUPATION

Magic Knight

SQUAD

 Golden Dawn

COUNTRY

Clover Kingdom

DEBUT

MANGA

Chapter 11

ANIME

Episode 12

VOICE ACTORS

JAPANESE

Asuka Nishi

ENGLISH

Bryn Apprill

IMAGE GALLERY

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Mimosa Vermillion 「ミモザ・ヴァーミリオン Mimoza Vāmirion」 is a noblewoman of Clover Kingdom's House Vermillion and a 5th Class Intermediate Magic Knight of the Golden Dawn[2][3] and Royal Knights squads.[4]

Appearance

Mimosa is a 15-year-old girl with a voluptuous build. She has yellow eyes and long wavy vermilion hair with bangs on her forehead. Additionally, she also wears a pair of earrings on her ears.

As a noblewoman, Mimosa wears fancy attires which consist of a puffy cream-colored sweater with long sleeves, white puffy short pants, and a brown corset. Below the corset, she also wears another lighter brown-colored piece of fabric that has frilly edges. The corset is tied at the front with strings. Her footwear consists of a pair of boots that are tightly fit her legs and extends above her knees. They are light-colored and have a split at the top in which are kept together by strings. The boots also have frilly edges below the collars. On top of all of those, Mimosa also wears a dark red mantle, which has a white lining made of similar material as the rest of the mantle.

As a member of the Golden Dawn squad, Mimosa also wears the squad's signature robe on top of her attire. The robe is short and only covers her torso with a hood that has blue-colored fur around the edges. The robe also has a pair of teal ropes coming out of its left-hand side in which connect to the button on the right-hand side. The button also holds the robe together. Additionally, the squad's insignia is positioned at the left-hand side of the robe.

When she is young, Mimosa sports similar hairstyle but shorter extending above her shoulder. Her attires also have a heavy resemblance to her current attire.

Personality: Mimosa is a polite and sweet young girl who does not forget to show her smile when speaking to others. However, it has been noted that behind her smiles, she could also give a rude comment. Her behavior is slightly different than most nobles and royals who like belittling everyone who is inferior to them. Mimosa tends to look deeper than those nobles and royals and appreciate people according to their worth, such as her deep respect of Noelle Silva for her hard work when the other nobles and royals ridicule her for her lack of magic control and her growing affection for Asta and her desire to become stronger because of him.

She is also a rather clumsy person, especially during her childhood where she would hurt herself by tripping when there is nothing in her way.

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'God fuckin dammit, I should've been more specific' Max thought, mentally slapping himself. Though it was all pretty accurate, it was way too detailed when all he wanted was a basic background. Though he did notice that there was one difference. Her eyes were green instead of yellow which kind of threw him off a bit.

”Um sir, are you alright?” Mimosa asked again, her tone shifting to one of concern that took the place of her earlier embarassment. She was worried that she had accidentally severely injured him with her running.

Max looked at her with his mix matched gold and red eyes and she stared right back, her eyes filled with concern. ”I'm good, thank you.” He sat up slowly and rubbed his forehead. ”Also, my name isnt sir, its actually Max Dwayne.”

Mimosa frowned slightly before standing up and shaking her head. ”Well, I'm really sorry, but I'm sorta in a rush, I'm on my way to get a grimoire and I'm almost late. So if you'll plesse excuse me.”

She turned around to leave but was stopped as Max stood up and moved in front of her, holding his hands up in front of him. She was slightly confused and more then a little impatient but she didnt push past him, allowing him to catch his breath.

”Why don't you take me with you?” He said after taking a couple of breaths. He didnt know why he was feeling so light headed, she hadn't hit him THAT hard. ”I'm curious about who you are.”

”My name is Mimosa Vermilion, and if you want to come along then that would be fine, as long as you dont slow me down.”She brushed past him and broke into a light jog.

Max watched her jog for a short distance before jogging after her, easily catching up to her, prompting her to run faster as a response. Max easily kept pace with her even when she went all out. It was almost like magic, the fact that he was running so fast after being hit and he wasn't breaking so much as a drop of sweat.

”We're almost.....there” Mimosa panted out, tired from running, and pointed at the building in the distance. It was a large tower shaped building, neither grand nor dull, almost an exact replica like the one located in Hage village. This would mean that there was more then one place to recieve a grimoire.

”Thats the place then?” asked Max, speaking normally while running alongside Mimosa. ”I thought the only one was in Hage village in the Forsaken realm.”

”Do you expect everyone in Clover kingdom to head there to get one when they turn 15?” Mimosa asked with barely concealed frustration. ”We have one situated in The Royal Capital that nobles and higher ups get theirs, and its conveniently placed so that even common people can get theirs here.”

They had stopped just before the entrance which allowed Mimosa to talk without having to run. The door was slightly open and the sounds of voices could be heard from the inside.

”It seems that their about to start so, I'm going to head in now, feel free to wait out here for me or you can head back.” She pushed open the door and looked back, a slight blush evident on her face. ”Your pretty cute, thanks for walking me here.” With that she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Max rubbed the back of his neck. ”Well, that was unexpected.” He said, a small smile spreading across his face.