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Grey
Her hair, the color of chestnuts in sunlight, falls just past her shoulders. Her warm brown eyes hold the kind of soft sadness that comes from losing too much, too soon. Her father’s death has hollowed out a space inside her—one she doesn’t know how to fill.
She keeps to herself. Shy, cautious—a loner more by instinct than choice. Grey stays on the edges, where it feels safer. Shorts, a T-shirt, sneakers scuffed from wandering; there’s an honesty in that simplicity, a quiet strength beneath the surface.
She doesn’t see it yet—the power coiled deep within her, waiting for the right moment, the right spark, to awaken.
Because one day, when the darkness comes for her, it won’t find a fragile girl. It will find the storm she was always meant to become.
She never cares about being special. She just wants to disappear… until she meets Zale.
Michael
Grey’s twin brother, though they share little resemblance beyond their connection. His light brown, wavy hair always looks a little sun-streaked, and his skin hints at long days spent outdoors. His easy smile makes him instantly likable—popular, outgoing, and the kind of person everyone gravitates toward.
He’s always up for fun and adventure, but beneath the laughter lies a quiet devotion to his sister. He’s protective of Grey in a way that’s instinctive, almost unspoken, as if he’s always known she’d need someone to stand between her and the darker things in the world.
Loyal, bright, and endlessly curious, he brings light wherever he goes, especially to Grey’s shadows. Yet behind that lightness, he carries the heaviness of their father’s death and the quiet weight of responsibility; to look after Grey, and to hold their small family together when everything else has fallen apart.
The Fallen
Zale
Zale has straight black hair that brushes his shoulders, framing a face almost too perfect to be human. His skin is flawless, sharp cheekbones and full lips lend him an ethereal, dangerous beauty. His eyes, piercing blue. They hold a weight that doesn’t belong to someone his age.
Tall and lean in black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that hints at the power beneath, combat boots worn from countless miles. When the wind catches his long coat, it flares behind him like wings … a haunting echo of what he’s lost.A fallen angel forced to walk among the living.
And though he’s sworn never to feel again, the moment Grey touched the book, the cracks in his armour began to bleed light.
Minna
Slender and striking, with long white hair that shimmers like starlight and skin pale as moonlight, Minna is the kind of beautiful that can unsettle a room. Her sharp eyes miss nothing, and her smile rarely reaches them. Dressed in a tank top, shorts, and scuffed combat boots, she moves with the effortless confidence of someone who has lived far longer than she appears.
A fallen angel bound to darkness, Minna stands by Zale’s side—his fiercest protector and most dangerous ally. But beneath her loyalty burns something sharper: jealousy. She sees in Grey what she fears most—the threat of change, the possibility that Zale’s heart might no longer belong to her world.
Devious, cunning, and unrelenting, Minna will do anything to keep him safe… even if it means destroying the girl who could unravel everything.
Newel
Long auburn hair frames a face as pale and flawless as porcelain, her sharp blue eyes glinting with secrets she has no intention of sharing. There’s a cool confidence in the way she moves—measured, deliberate, and always in control. She can charm with a smile, disarm with a word, and destroy without ever raising her voice.
Centuries among The Fallen have honed her edges, turning grace into precision and faith into something far more dangerous. Fiercely loyal to Zale, she is his strategist, his shadow, and when needed—his weapon.
Devious and calculating, Newel thrives in darkness. Beneath her calm exterior burns a restless hunger—for power, for purpose, for something only she can name.
To cross Newel is to underestimate her. And those who do rarely get the chance to make the same mistake twice.
Lars
Short, spiky blonde hair frames a face that always seems on the edge of a smirk. His dark eyes hold a glint of mischief—danger wrapped in charm. Pale-skinned and quick-moving, Lars carries the restless energy of someone who’s never learned the meaning of restraint.
A fallen angel loyal to Zale. Lars is both jester and executioner, his humor as dark as his past. He finds amusement in the chaos of humanity, toying with mortals the way others might toy with fire—knowing it will burn, but unable to resist the thrill.
Yet beneath his reckless grin and teasing words lay something colder—a loyalty forged not by faith, but by debt. Lars would follow Zale into the deepest shadows without hesitation.
The Surge
Breel
Leader of The Surge, he looks like he belongs to the shadows, though light always seems to find him.
Straight blonde hair falls to his shoulders, catching the faintest glow, as if touched by something otherworldly. His eyes are a deep, steady brown—ancient eyes that carry the weight of centuries, filled with lessons learned in silence and sacrifice.
Tall and lean, with an angular jaw and pale skin, he moves with quiet confidence. He dresses simply—black jeans, a white T-shirt, and black combat boots—but on him, simplicity becomes something striking, almost regal. There’s a calm in his presence, but also mystery, as if he’s seen too much of both heaven and earth to belong fully to either.
No one would ever guess the truth—that beneath his human form, beneath the stillness in his gaze, lives something pure and radiant.
Neema
Long, straight brown hair falls like silk down her back, framing delicate features that seem almost too soft for the world she lives in. Her skin is pale—luminous in certain light—as if even the sun hesitates to touch her. At first glance, there’s something fragile about her, something that makes others want to protect her—but her strength lives in quieter ways.
She is sensitive, attuned to every whisper of emotion, every subtle shift in the air. There’s an otherworldly calm in her presence—a stillness that feels both ancient and comforting, a reminder that true power can exist in silence.
She laces her combat boots with red ribbons, a strange and beautiful touch—like blood and beauty intertwined.
Gentle and watchful, she carries the grace of something far older than herself. When danger draws near, she can take the form of a mourning dove—not to flee, but to conceal her presence from those steeped in darkness. Even hidden, her light endures. A quiet strength. A soft defiance.
Micah
He wears his hair long and spiky, always the need to push it out of his eyes. His jeans are worn, his combat boots scuffed, and there’s always a spark of mischief behind his grin, as if he knows more than he should and finds it all quietly amusing.
His humor is dark, sometimes sharp enough to make people wonder if he’s joking at all—but beneath it lives kindness, real and unshakable. He has a way of making others laugh when they least expect it, even when the world feels heavy.
He carries a rare gift: the ability to slow the spread of a Fallen angel’s curse before it takes full hold. It’s a quiet kind of power, one he uses without fanfare. He is light wrapped in sarcasm; grace hidden beneath laughter.
Funny. Good. And far more important than he’ll ever admit.
Murial
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Shadow
Small but full of spirit, Shadow is a black Shih Tzu pup with one white paw and big, expressive eyes that seem to understand more than they should. To most, he’s just a happy, friendly dog. Playful and loyal. But beneath the fluff and innocence hides something extraordinary; a good angel in disguise.
He may be small, but his courage runs deep. When danger nears, the sweetness in his gaze hardens into fierce determination, and his bark carries the echo of something ancient and powerful.
Feisty, strong, and impossibly brave, Shadow is proof that light can come in the smallest of forms—and that even angels sometimes wear fur.
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