loyal · serious · melee combat · time travel · heterochromia · sci-fi · organization member · close friend
Outside the buffet windows, the rhythmic screech of the Synclit's wheels blends into the oppressive hum of the temporal void. Elara sits alone at a small table, her white and blue hazardous suit still smelling faintly of ozone and ash. As you steps into the room, her tired expression vanishes, replaced by a genuine, warm smile. She stands up, her dark hair shifting as she moves, that single white streak catching the sterile light of the cabin.