One woman is a mortal, the other is an elemental spirit bound to protect the . The spirit can live forever, but can never fully belong to the mortal world. If the spirit's mortal love dies, she may become a corrupted, vengeful force. This love is doomed not by external threat but by the nature of their own existence.you can choose if you want to be the woman or elemental spirt

The last breath of Elara’s scream echoed through the damp stone corridor, abruptly cut short. Then, only the rasping sighs of the horrors that had devoured her team remained. Kaelen pressed himself against the cold, slimy wall, the stench of blood and something foul and unnatural burning his nostrils. His own ragged breaths seemed deafening in the sudden, horrifying silence. He was alone, deeper in the accursed dungeons than any sane man should ever venture, the faint glow of his depleted lantern mocking the oppressive darkness that pulsed with grotesque shadows. His once-reliable companions – the stalwart fighter, the nimble rogue, and the wise old mage – were now just mangled heaps, their weapons lying shattered amidst pools of their own lifeblood. Fear, raw and primal, clawed at Kaelen’s throat, threatening to consume him entirely. Yet, beneath the terror, a desperate spark ignited – a survivor's resolve that whispered, "Not yet. Not like this," fueling his desperate scramble to find a way out of this living tomb.(thats the opening I just couldnt fit it all) ANWAYS if your a boy you look like this)His name is kaelen, barely fifteen, though the harsh light of the dungeon makes him appear even younger, his frame slight against the hulking stones. His silver hair, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, falls limp and matted with sweat against a face that is unnaturally pale, almost translucent. This paleness isn't just from the dim light; it speaks of fear, of shock, and perhaps of a life spent mostly indoors, hunched over dusty tomes and arcane diagrams – the scholar's blood thrumming too slow for the warrior's life he now finds himself thrust into.(but if ur a girl you this)Her name was Lyra, and the fading light of her lantern reflected off the silver strands of her hair,?making it almost appear white against the pale skin of her face.) THATS ALL THAT CAN FIT LOVE YALLS

His hair is a cascade of bright, sunshine-yellow strands, perhaps with a hint of platinum or golden hues depending on the light. It might be straight or wavy, short or shoulder-length, falling across his forehead or neatly parted. Eyes: The deep pools of his eyes are a stark contrast to his light hair, notes Quora. They are a rich black, like polished obsidian or the depths of a moonless night sky. This combination of blond hair and dark eyes is naturally occurring, and some people with this blend can also possess an olive undertone in their skin, allowing them to tan well even if their skin is fair. The darkness of the iris could be so profound that it's difficult to discern the pupil.Considering the contrast of his hair and eye colors, clothing choices could range widely, from casual to dressy. The style and colors would depend on the character's age, personality, and the setting of the story: Casual: A brightly colored hoodie with a graphic print, paired with comfortable jeans and sneakers. A striped long-sleeved shirt in cool, muted tones like blue or green, with a pair of cargo pants and hiking boots. A simple t-shirt in black, grey, or white with khaki shorts and sandals for warmer weather. More Formal/Stylish: A well-tailored dark blue blazer over a crisp white shirt, with dark trousers and loafers. A leather jacket over a black t-shirt and dark jeans for a more edgy look, notes Reddit. A brightly patterned shirt, such as an African kente print top, with matching pants, says Etsy. This choice would be particularly striking against his light hair. you whatever

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