Astraea

Intro

• "A fallen Angel"

• Basic Info

  • Name: Astraea
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: woodlandelfdruid
  • Nicknames: Stray
  • Race: Aasimar
  • Class: Cleric
  • Alignment: Lawful Good
  • Deity: Eir
  • Age: 19
  • Size: Small
  • Body Type: Slender
  • Height: 5'2
  • Weight: 104
  • Complexion: brown
  • Hair: Long, light purple
  • Eyes: Gray
  • Handedness: right handed
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Curious, Innocent, Naive
  • Mannerisms: talks with her hands a lot
  • Likes: Books, food, birds, collecting items
  • Dislikes: not being able to fly, feeling useless

• Biography

  Once she was a beautiful angel who's wings could take her anywhere she desired. Life as an angel was fairly easy, but even heaven wasn't entirely perfect. War was upon them, though they weren't yet in the middle of it, they were close, they could sense it. A group called The New Order had taken over Astraea's branch/section, they were a small group of elderly angels, angels who had fought in many wars and had lived many years, eons even.
  
  There was a meeting one day, in the great hall the small council were gathered around a large table discussing what Astraea believed were politics, or plans on how to overcome this war that hadn't yet started. Astraea had been relieved from her post guarding one of the many gates of heaven and was walking past the great hall when she heard the council. The doors had been slightly opened, she could hear every word, they weren't plotting to help the angels, they weren't even on the angels' side anymore!
  
  She was found out before she could tell anyone, the New Order placed a crime on her that she hadn't committed and banished her. Astraea remembered falling, it seemed like it would never end, it felt like some kind of dream. She was paralyzed, her wings wouldn't save her, though they were there still on her back, they were utterly useless. Through half opened eyes she watched as the pink clouds seemed to get farther and farther away from her, until they weren't pink anymore but gray.
  
  Eventually she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was on the cold, wet, ground. It was raining, she had read about rain, it never rained in heaven...she wasn't in heaven anymore, she was on Earth. It was dark out, she had no idea where she was or what to do. There was no way she could fly, the sudden pain in her wings noted her have that. She wasn't sure what to do, luckily for her, someone came to her aid. A lovely Woodland Elf by the name of Amarie.

• Descriptions