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[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]The only thing truly striking about Agathe were her eyes. Molten gold in nature, they seemed to glow with the otherworldliness that she tended to exude, the only indication that she was not entirely mortal. Other than her eyes though, the Astral Seraph was relatively mundane looking, her beauty long since marred by the many scars she had acquired in battle. They seemed to cover every inch of her, riddling a once sleek pelt and digging into her neck, her back, even her cheeks. But she didn't mind, not when something as trivial as beauty had never mattered to her. She was as confident in her appearance as she was her skill on the battlefield and that would never change.

The sound of voices seemed to draw the seraph from her thoughts, bright eyes blinking a few times as they fixated upon what appeared to be Titan, Radeken and a stranger. It didn't take long for her to reach them, a frown dancing upon her lips. "You're free to join," She extended lowly, the tip of her tail twitching, "My name is Agathe and I'm one of the Astral Seraphs here." She'd glance at Titan and nod in some attempt to convey that he was her coworker, that frown never budging. She had frightened too many joiners in her day to not be wary of them and that much showed, the snow leopard even more reserved than usual. "Do you need any help settling in?"