Wardens of the lost age
A Resplendant Crane with memories of a time before...
Two eyes, gray blue and weary, ringed with dark circles. Short, severe looking blonde hair, softened and rumpled with being tossed back and forth across a pillow. Pale skin from too many hours spent indoors in front of a computer, and ashen from too many nights without sleep. A thin, birdlike body, still coiled uncertainly around memories of pain and horror. And yet, somehow, alive.