Startling blue eyes stare back into your own, a gaze that holds so many tales of torture and pain, what she has received and what she has given to others. So many secrets, so many mysterious that even herself isn't aware of. Her posture remains straight and stiff, as if she was breed royalty, black leather adorns her body and fits like a glove to sensual curves though she appears to carry no weapons. Dark lips neither smile nor frown, inviting nor rejecting as she continues to...stare at you, ignoring the loose curls that hang about the sides of her face, so soft...her voice, though she has not spoken yet, would be of one who was use to comanding armies upon armies... But she is simply a haunted, tortured angel, years ago fallen from grace, but only recently lost her wings...ripped, torn, brutally cut from her body...but would you be able to decipher her tale...?