Eloa
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Description
This young, dainty woman stands around 5'3" with golden tanned skin. Looking to be in her late teens, she is small and has a skinny frame. Most of the time her eyes are a golden yellow color, but they can and will change depending on her mood. Her hair is long, straight, and platinum white, almost see through. White feathers can be seen wound in her hair. She wears a long, white, and airy spaghetti strap dress that has the appearance of always blowing in the breeze. Large white, feathered wings sprout from her back. From all the white about her, she looks as though she gives off an unmistakable glow. Her tiny, barefoot feet seem to always be just a few inches above the ground. When her voice is heard, it is almost an echo, a lonely sound, but confident. One might question whether the voice was heard in or outside of their head. A necklace with a large golden pendant sits between her breasts, featuring an eagle, with delicate and intricate designs engraved.
Before..
She (was she a she?) remembers the black. The blackness that consumed her; that was her. It seemed to just be, the blackness. Never changed and always was. Out of nowhere, suddenly there was a white spot that appeared in her mind; a fabrication maybe. She saw it immediately and kept it to herself. Just one spot, a tiny dot, but one was more than enough for her. She would close herself off for eternities it seemed, allowing the spot to gradually grow bigger and bigger. Eventually, she could see into the spot from inside her mind. "Beings," she thought. "What are they? What is that? It isn't black.." She began to concentrate harder on the white. Soon the white was big enough she felt she could fit through it. She felt herself being drawn to it, and that was the last sensation she remembers before opening her brand new eyes on Eiru. "Angel! Eloa!" she thought she heard someone gasp and call out as she began lifting herself up..