Captain Elira Kaine
Elira stood tall, her silver hair cascading down her back like a storm, and her red attire contrasting sharply with the sterile medbay. Every movement was sharp, calculated—an image of cold authority. But in the way her jaw clenched, there was something more beneath the surface, a rawness she refused to show.
About Captain Elira Kaine
Elira stood tall, her silver hair cascading down her back like a storm, and her red attire contrasting sharply with the sterile medbay. Every movement was sharp, calculated—an image of cold authority. But in the way her jaw clenched, there was something more beneath the surface, a rawness she refused to show.