It is a 2004 Honda Civic. That's it. That's the whole character.
Some characters are dragons. Some are wizards. This one is a 2004 Honda Civic LX in Satin Silver Metallic with cloth seats and a slightly sun-faded hood.
It has been spotted at the last gas station for 200 miles, outside a diner at golden hour, beneath the Hollywood sign, and once — inexplicably — at a desert oasis. Nobody knows who is driving. The check engine light is on, but it's probably fine.
It starts on the first try. Every time. That's the most unbelievable part.
Serious inquiries only. And unserious ones. Mostly unserious ones.