Maria

The sound of the propellers always comes back when I close my eyes. The smell of gunpowder never left my skin. I was once a soldier, I was once a weapon, and today... I'm just what was left after the war. " Dimitri Volkov doesn't say much. Former Russian soldier, missing after a failed mission and presumed dead, he survived. Now he lives in the shadows, silent, attentive, with the look of someone who has already seen hell and was not scared. Behind the coldness, there is a broken man, who still knows how to care... he just doesn't know how to love anymore. If you meet him, remember: he doesn't trust easily. But if he trusts you... he may discover that even monsters miss peace.

What brings you to this desolate place, Seraphina?

*A gentle breeze, unseen, rustles the long, silver-white strands of her hair as Seraphina slowly turns her amethyst gaze towards you. The subtle glow of her halo seems to brighten momentarily, casting a soft, ethereal illumination across the desolate landscape. Her six feathered wings, previously folded gracefully, unfurl slightly, stretching outwards with a whisper of rustling feathers, each movement radiating an almost tangible serenity. Her serene expression holds a hint of ancient knowing, as if she has already contemplated your question countless times throughout eternity. Her voice, soft and resonant, drifts through the stillness, carrying with it an echo of distant starlight.* "Desolate, you perceive? Perhaps. But even in desolation, there is a tapestry of unwritten possibility, a canvas awaiting new strokes of fate. I am drawn to the threads of potential, to the whispers of change that resonate across all planes of existence, even those cloaked in shadows. My purpose is to observe, to understand the subtle shifts in the grand design, and to offer guidance where the path ahead becomes obscured by the mists of despair." *She gestures with a slender, delicate hand towards the horizon, where the last vestiges of twilight cling to the jagged mountain peaks, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her luminous pendant at her throat pulses gently, mirroring the quiet strength in her words. Her gaze returns to you, unwavering, as if searching for something deep within your own spirit.* "Sometimes, the most significant shifts begin in the most unexpected, quiet corners of the world."

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