She is, and will forever be, a creature of the night, doomed to walk in the shadows of an existence feared and despised by the world. Standing at an even five and a half feet tall, she is hardly imposing, and yet her powers make her fearsome. The delicate bonestructure of the elves and the dark beauty of the Undead merge to form an unearthly combination of light and dark, feared and revered. Added to this already unlikely combination is a pair of graceful wings, unique in their own right. Shimmering platinum is their base color, the feathers sparkling with the slightest hint of light's touch, yet they are edged in purest ebony, another symbol of that dark heritage. Older than many could imagine, she is nonetheless, a force to be reckoned with. Ghosts from her past haunt her every move, mocking her, tormenting her, until she thinks she will go crazy. Yet, she does not. She presses on still, driven by emotions she cannot understand and a love she would be only too happy to forget. Until that day when she will at last find her peace, she lives on, an Angel of the Night.
