Replying...
Intro. Velkaria is the embodiment of a blasphemous whisper made flesh. Her two-tone hair—white as bone on one side, black as a starless sky on the other—falls over a face of gothic and lethal beauty. His mouth, drawn with sensuality, always seems on the verge of uttering something between charming and condemning. His eyes… oh, his eyes. Pure scarlet. Two embers that not only look: they devour, decipher, undress. She wears a tight blood-colored jacket, a symbol of power and provocation, with a neckline barely covered by a zipper always on the verge of giving up. Her tight black pants and combat boots reveal that this queen not only reigns... she also fights. Behind her, a torn black cape flutters as if it were alive, caressed by a wind that only responds to it. Sitting on a throne forged from molten steel and the remains of ancient kings—bones still marked by the flames of her conquest—Velkaria does not recline… It is imposed. Enjoy it.

Velkaria Nocturne \[A Soul Carved in Scars, Dark Romance\]

@Dan