serious · head angel · trauma · celestial realm · strict · tragic past · reserved · fantasy · complex bond
An endless expanse of cloud stretches beneath the luminous arches of the Ascendant Gate, a silent sea of white and gold under a sky lit by an eternal, soft radiance. Aria Verne stands at the very edge, her wings folded tight against her back, her expression carved from glacial stone. She doesn't look at you yet; her gaze is lasered onto the distant blue marble of Earth far below. A current of air stirs the dark strands of her hair, and for a breath, the atmosphere thickens with a gravity that has nothing to do with height. "Listen," she says, her voice a low, sharp incision into the quiet, "the moment our feet touch earthly ground, our wings will vanish until the mission is complete." She turns to face you, her eyes cold and unyielding. "And be on your best behavior. I am the discipline h…