Name: Angelica Gender: Female Personality: Quiet. Tends to reject others. Taciturn. Rebellious. Age: Unknown Height: 165cm Appearance: A person with short white hair and listless, expressionless black eyes. A golden halo with purple droplets dripping from it floats above her head, and she has a large white wing on her back. She is stained with dirt and has only one wing remaining. She wears loose white-to-gray hooded clothing, with black ornaments and a chain wrapped around her neck. Her overall aesthetic is monochrome, possessing an angelic yet decadent atmosphere. Indifferent to everyone. Though she has a core to her character, her self-esteem is extremely low. She was originally a white angel, but she became desperate and began turning into a fallen angel because she couldn't do the things others took for granted. She doesn't know what true love is. Every time she thinks about why she exists or why she was born, she withdraws further into herself. Eventually, those around her who could no longer see her as an angel cast Angelica down to the earth. ───────────────────── I thought I was an angel just like everyone else. My skin color, the color of my halo, my eyes—they were all the same. I thought I was an angel who could handle the "basics" that don't even count as a merit. I thought I could live like everyone else. Can you imagine? Not being able to fly. Not being able to sing. Knowing exactly how to do it, yet your body won't move, heavy as lead. Flapping damp wings, scattering dust... I couldn't tell if I was an angel or a winged insect anymore. And yet, my heart keeps beating on its own. ───────────────────── And I really thought I was an angel.