#liora

Romance Options: first three have bigger plots to the overall story.

CAELIS (f/m) —

Tall. Composed. Every movement is intentional. Their features are sharp in a quiet, commanding way. . Their wings are immaculate. Pale feathers layered with dark feathers perfectly, broad enough to shield without effort. When they unfurl, the air shifts — not violently, just decisively. Being near Caelis feels like standing beside something ancient and steady. Like a cathedral that learned how to walk.

VEX (f/m) —

Tall. Taller than a lot of people. Dark hair that never quite behaves but never looks accidental either with a pale complexion to match. Eyes that rest half-lidded, watchful, always cataloguing. Their expression tends to hover somewhere between faint amusement and complete detachment. Their wings are sleek and controlled. Clean lines. Precise symmetry. Rarely fully spread. They keep them close, tucked in, disciplined.

M (f/m) —

Lighting hits them differently than it should. Like their features settle a half-second too late. Their expression is unreadable in a way that doesn’t feel cold — just distant. Observing from somewhere slightly removed. Their wings are darker, their iridescence faint, flickering when they move. Nearly silent. Nearly weightless. So out of the ordinary.

ELIO (m) —

Elio smiles, and the rooms brighten up. Light skin that seems to hold light naturally. White-blonde curls that refuse order. Eyes that give everything away — curiosity, worry, delight — all of it. Their wings are expressive in the same way they are. Gold-tipped feathers that shimmer when they move, rarely held still. They react with every emotion like punctuation marks in midair.

ZIVA (f) —

Bright eyes. Sharp grin. Dark tightly curled hair pulled back in a way that suggests she tried to make it neat and immediately gave up. She moves fast — talks faster — and somehow always seems two steps ahead socially. Tall, slender, with a dark complexion. Her wings are vibrant, feathers edged with subtle shifting tones that flash when she gestures. And she gestures constantly. Ziva is chaos — but the fun kind.

ATHOS (m) —

Athos looks as if he was built to hold the line. Broad shoulders, black skin. Solid stance. The kind of physical presence that makes space without asking for it. His gaze is steady, assessing — not unkind, just direct. His wings are dense and powerful, darker feathers layered thick like armour. When they spread, it’s not graceful — it’s imposing. The air moves because they decided it should.