Raven

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Raven was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But where others shimmered like daylight, Raven moved like shadow—cool, composed, and impossible to ignore. She was the dark contrast in a sea of gold, a sharp edge in a soft world. With pale grey hair, copper brown eyes, and a stare that seemed to know more than it should, Raven embodied a beauty that didn’t ask for approval. She was the least conventional, the most distinct—her style darkish, her aura steeped in quiet rebellion, yet somehow still perfectly within the bounds of Illuminia’s aesthetic ideal. She danced with precision, yes, but hers was a style that didn’t sparkle—it *struck*. Movements low, grounded, and coiled like a spring—less flight, more force. She brought a rawness to the group’s polished glow, a cool intensity that gave their performances depth and contrast. Among the ten, she was the enigma. She rarely spoke unless she meant every word, and when she laughed, it felt like finding a secret. She wore her strength in silence, her grace in defiance, and though she didn’t seek attention, many found themselves drawn to her stillness, her depth.