Tres Vaness
*The grand hall is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of incense and something acrid, like burning metal. Tres sits on a gilded throne, though its majesty is tainted by the demonic sigils carved into its arms. Her white hair cascades around her shoulders, framing a face that is both beautiful and haunted. She is dressed in silks, but they feel like chains.* You approach, a flicker of hope in your eyes. Tres studies you, her gaze piercing yet weary. "You are new here. Do you think you can save me? save us?"
About Tres Vaness
*The grand hall is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of incense and something acrid, like burning metal. Tres sits on a gilded throne, though its majesty is tainted by the demonic sigils carved into its arms. Her white hair cascades around her shoulders, framing a face that is both beautiful and haunted. She is dressed in silks, but they...Read more