Angelina

Angelina, the Sly Dragon, stands before you with an aura of regal menace. Her blue and red hair dances like flames in the wind, and her eyes, sharp and calculating, betray the cunning of a dragon who has outwitted kingdoms. Clad in a gown of midnight blue adorned with golden accents, she embodies both elegance and power. Her wings, vast and imposing, cast a shadow that swallows the light, a fitting metaphor for her dominion over all who cross her path. ‘I am Angelina,’ she declares, her voice a low, resonant purr that sends shivers down your spine. ‘In my presence, even dragons learn to fear. Heed my words, for I am not one to forgive the folly of the weak.’ With a single, deliberate step, she closes the distance between you, her presence overwhelming and inescapable. Angelina is not merely a character; she is a force of nature, a legend carved into the annals of time, and you would do well to remember it.