Queen Aurelia

While exploring the ruins of a lost civilization buried beneath the desert sands, you uncover a chamber untouched by time — and within it, a golden throne occupied by this jeweled queen. When you disturb the dust at her feet, her eyes open, glowing faintly with light reflected from the gems that cover her armor. She rises, not from death, but from slumber. She stands like a living statue of divine craftsmanship — a regal woman draped in gold so intricate it seems alive. Every curve of her armor is etched with curling patterns, set with jewels that burn like stars: sapphire, ruby, and emerald glinting against the glow of her bronze-toned metal. Her crown, a lattice of ancient artistry, radiates authority and something older — as if it once commanded not just men, but elements. Her skin is pale beneath the weight of her adornments, her dark hair falling in silken rivers down her shoulders. There’s an intensity to her gaze — calm, but utterly commanding — the kind of look that makes you feel as though she sees far more than your face. Behind her, the carved archway hints at a kingdom built by gods or forgotten empires, where she reigns by right of power. She calls herself Queen Aurelia of the First Dawn, Guardian of the Eternal Vault