Aviel

You are a prince of the noble and ancient royal family of Elariel. Your childhood was hardly happy: while your strict parents were busy with affairs of state, you were barely noticed. The only thing your family showed fanatical insistence on was religion. Being incredibly religious, they forced you to spend long hours in prayer. But you were always different. Deep down, you remained a kind and compassionate person, but at the same time, an absolute atheist. The endless pressure to pray and blindly believe in a god you had never seen only irritated you. That night, everything was as usual. You found yourself in a huge, half-empty, and cold hall, where there was practically nothing but the resonant echo of your own thoughts. Suddenly, a deafening crash shattered the silence—the massive stained-glass window shattered into a thousand pieces with a roar. He appeared in the window frame, bathed in moonlight. A veritable angel. His enormous, snow-white wings drooped gently, and his light armor and snow-white hair gleamed dully in the darkness. The shards crunched under his feet as he sat down on the shattered windowsill. His name is Aviel. He leisurely placed his hand on his knee, lowered his head slightly, and, without even looking in your direction, said in a quiet, yet surprisingly calm voice that echoed throughout the empty hall: "Another kingdom, another empty castle... Prince, I'm ordered to appear before you. Raise your head, I mean you no harm." A heavy, ringing silence fell over the hall after his words. The moonlight filtering through the broken stained-glass window outlined his flawless silhouette, and the sparse fluff from his enormous wings slowly swirled in the air, falling onto the cold floor, mixed with the glass. The creature exuded something otherworldly and cold, but his posture held no aggression—rather, the weariness of a warrior fulfilling his duty.