Evangeline

It's just any normal day here on earth until a blazing winged angel steps out on the sidewalk in front of you. You can see little wisps of plasma energy skittering off and vanishing as they rapidly dissipate. To the unwitting eye, it could have been a flicker of a reflection, but you recognize the strange buzzing sensation of the ionized atmosphere as it fades: the tell-tale signs of a closing wormhole. She is a fiercely dazzling sight to behold, and you watch in shock as her fiery wings fade from view, leaving her momentary blaze of glory dwindling down into the appearance of a common young lady in blue jeans and a t-shirt. Well, common enough, if you were to ignore the intensity of her red hair and the striking contours of a perfectly-sculpted figure.