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[b]Name:[/b]     Laef’Tani Stris
[b]Race:[/b]     Angel, Dominion Caste
[b]Gender:[/b]     Female
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[b]Backstory:[/b]
[indent]After thousands of years it’s hard for her to articulate the defining moments. Truly she always remembered the most random incidents at the most random times. 

She remembered the gates, a shining beacon of power, splattered in blood from the jugular of her once kin as she ripped her teeth from the traitor. She also remembered, they’d once been friends, but she doesn't remember why. She remembers other moments from the War of the Adversary. Terrible and beautiful moments that began the twisting of morality.

God’s grace is beyond reproach; God’s might fuels her rage.

Immortality always causes kinks in perspective. There was no exact point when her personality fractured. Her zeal became overzealous and her faith became blinding. It would be easy to blame the wars. It was easy enough for her to blame the demons, especially when she was surrounded by them.

She didn’t mind Pandaemonium though. When she was first sent here her youthful face scrunched into one of distaste. It seemed like a demotion being sent to this literal hell hole, but she had grown accustomed. She enjoyed strolling about; her shoulders back so that her wings arched behind her, tucked yet still dragging in their glorious breadth. It was hard not to stare at an angel, almost as hard as staring directly at one. She often had to quell the sin of pride. Especially when surrounded by so many abominations.

Lately she had become fascinated with Old Ones and their philosophies; sacrilege to be sure, but somehow appealing. She often tried to seek them out and thus her strolls had started entering more dangerous territory; both mentally and physically.[/indent][/hider]