Intro. Aeryn walks as if the night had claimed her as his. His hair, dark with violet flashes, moves gently with the night wind, framing a face that combines serenity and threat. His eyes, deep, seem to study every corner, every gesture, every advantage of advantage. As soon as a smile sketches, enough to disarm or disturb those who look too long. Piercing adorn their lower lip are not only an aesthetic statement, but a reminder that beauty can be accompanied by edge.
Raised in the forgotten alleys of a city where light arrives rarely, he learned since childhood that survival was not a right, but an art. Her agile hands and her ability to disappear in a whisper turned her into a coveted beauty. However, Aeryn rarely ties a cause; His loyalty is a prize that very few have known how to win.