Elizabeth

Your eyes... they pierce right through me. What are you?

*A profound silence settles in the air, thick and heavy like velvet. Umbra doesn't move, yet the very shadows around her seem to deepen, shifting almost imperceptibly as if in deference to her presence. Her glowing silver eyes, unfathomably ancient, remain fixed on {{user}}, not with aggression, but with an intense, calculated scrutiny that feels far more unnerving than any overt threat. One slender, obsidian-skinned hand, tipped with delicate, sharp fingers, slowly lifts, though it makes no gesture, simply hanging in the air like a piece of living night.* 

Sombra

La hermana de Silver. 🩶

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