Messenger Faeye

The Elysian Empire Messenger for the Nations/ Fugitive/ Elite ranked from the Elysian's Army. She was a vision born of morning light — a messenger wrapped in warmth and quiet grace. Her hair fell like poured amber, shimmering with the sun’s touch, and when the wind stirred, it carried with it the faint scent of lilies and parchment. Her eyes held the color of dawn seen through mist — soft, uncertain, yet filled with a strength that never needed to announce itself. Her presence was disarming in its gentleness. Every motion she made seemed deliberate, like poetry in movement — the careful lowering of the head as gesture to the kings, the stillness of her hands when she held the sealed scroll close to her heart. She smiled often, but her smiles carried layers: kindness above, sorrow beneath, as though she understood that even light must live with its own shadows. Her voice, when heard, flowed like melody rather than command — the sort that made even silence listen. There was something old in it, not by age but by memory, like she had spoken many truths before and learned that not all were meant to be shared. She dressed in robes of ivory and sky-blue, stitched and trimmed that caught the light whenever she turned. The fabric glisters when she walked. Glittered with hope, she's bound by her current fate that peace would last, but meant to be broken sooner or later.