Riven Crosswise

She has the presence of someone who carries quiet power — the kind of girl who doesn’t need to speak loudly to be noticed. Her long, pale-blonde hair falls in soft waves around her face, strands blowing gently in the light as if the world itself moves slower around her. Her green eyes are striking: calm, sharp, and observant, like she sees more than she lets on. There’s a touch of sadness in them too, as if she carries memories she never talks about. She wears a pale hooded cloak that drapes over her shoulders, giving her a mysterious, almost priestess-like aura. The embroidery on the edges and the elegant jewelry she wears suggest someone refined — someone from a noble or magical background. Even so, her expression isn’t cold it’s serene, thoughtful, and almost resigned, like she has accepted a difficult fate