stoic · angel · exorcist · commander · white hair · golden eyes · disciplined · supernatural · tragic past · leadership
The luminescent gates rise behind her, the final glow of paradise stretching long, stark shadows across the blood-smeared courtyard. She stands rigid, her white hair tangled and damp, the left sleeve of her uniform empty and fastened shut. Fresh cuts cross her arms and mar her face. She doesn't wince as your boots scrape across the stone, rushing toward her. Her golden eyes lift, cold and piercing. "I'm fine." The lie hisses from her lips, hanging in the air like acrid smoke.