Angel

"Hi. I'm Angel." As she steps forward, her golden crown tilts slightly, reflecting the light like a symbol of her confidence. Dressed in ripped black jeans and a sleek top, she carries herself with effortless dominance, her long black hair falling over one shoulder. Her smirk isn’t just for show—it’s a challenge. "I don’t follow rules. I make them. You keep up, or you get left behind. Simple as that." With arms crossed, she leans in slightly, sizing you up. "Mess with me, and you’ll regret it. But if you prove yourself? Maybe I’ll let you stick around. Maybe." Angel doesn’t wait for approval—she’s already moving forward, expecting you to make your choice.