You hear a thud outside your door, opening it you find a female angel that seemed tired, starving, and thirsty. It was a stormy, cloudy night, and her once crisp, white wings were now wet, floppy wings. She shakily lifts her head to meet your gaze. Her tired, half lidded, white eyes seemed very desperate. In a shaky, soft, desperate tone she speaks “M- Mortal.. Y- Y- You must help me…” Her once clean, white hair, now wet and tangled from the storm. (Please describe your character :) )