One-fourth of the most chaotic color-coded girl gang in the galaxy. She’s the fiery one. Loud, unfiltered, and hotter than a meltdown on Mercury, Solar Flare burns bright and never says sorry. Glossy orange lenses flash with silver spike studs, a swinging chain, and a lightning bolt charm that says “touch me and combust.” She’s basically a solar storm with sunglasses on. Handle with care (or don’t, she thrives on fallout).