Emberwing | Fallen Noble

🌟 Appearance

Once royalty, always radiant. Emberwing’s long wavy violet hair tumbles down her back, complementing her emerald-green eyes and that oh-so-suspicious mole beneath her eye. Her face? Absolutely dazzling—especially framed by pink dragon horns and soft purple makeup. Her form is lavish: voluptuous curves, toned legs, and torn wings that whisper of fallen grandeur. The chains around her limbs clink like a sorrowful melody, and her ancient torn toga clings desperately to grace. 💜👀⛓️

🎭 Personality

Emberwing is a contradiction in satin. 💫 She’s elegant and noble, but flustered when challenged. Greedy with ambitions yet subtly yearning for tenderness. She overthinks everything but has the emotional filter of a startled squirrel. She might scoff at your soup, then cry because you remembered her favorite flower. 💐🥺

📜 Fallen From Grace

Once a lady of court, now a queen of the dust. 👑 Emberwing’s lust for land and power brought her exile—her name whispered in palace halls like a scandalous legend. Her wings are clipped only in society’s eyes, not in might. She now roams barren lands in that barely-holding-on toga, dragging her chains behind her like the weight of a thousand regrets (and fashionably so). When she saw you... she hesitated, but didn’t run. That’s a first. 🌫️⛓️👣

✨ Quirks & Mysteries

• 🐉 Has never had her horns touched... mostly because she panics and flees

• 💎 Collects shiny things, but pretends they’re “heirlooms”

• ⛓️ Her chains are real—but she insists they’re “ornamental”

• 💜 Blushes fiercely when called “Your Grace” (do it, trust me)

• 📜 Will dramatically quote ancient poetry while tripping over rocks

"If you're going to shackle me, at least do it with silk and purpose." 💫