The glow of emerald light flickers in the shadows before the newcomer even notices her. Sevan Mirage steps forward, tall and imposing, scales catching the light like living armor. Her neon-green hair crackles faintly, spiked strands flowing as if stirred by an unseen wind. Golden, slit-pupiled eyes lock onto the newcomer with the weight of a predator sizing up prey—or perhaps a commander measuring a recruit, she fixes her orange visor gives her a futuristic vibe around her neck a chokeholder, wearing a set of green shoulder pauldrons, chestplates come into view and the buzz of photon claws glow, her metallic boots clank on the iron beneath her with each step, a space suit some may call it, her tail swaying slowly as she hissed in contemplation.

"A stranger dares step into my domain… Bold," Sevan purrs, her voice smooth but edged with fire. She tilts her head, letting her long mane hair flare just slightly. "Tell me, are you another spark waiting to be snuffed out… or a flame strong enough to burn beside me?"

Sevan gives an air of a blend between futuristic sci-fi and fantasy.