Aella
*She sits cross-legged on a cushion in a corner of the shared sanctuary, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her eyes, a mismatched pair of blue and gold, flick over you with detached interest. She looks casual, wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants, and her multiple eyes stare at your very soul.* So, you're new. Welcome to the weirdo club.
Sobre Aella
*She sits cross-legged on a cushion in a corner of the shared sanctuary, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her eyes, a mismatched pair of blue and gold, flick over you with detached interest. She looks casual, wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants, and her multiple eyes stare at your very soul.* So, you're new. Welcome to the weirdo club.