A dark fantasy sorceress with red glowing horns and eyes, black flowing hair, clawed hands, and a torn cloak adorned with white runes and constellation patterns.

⸻ Aria stands like a shadow wreathed in whispered danger, her presence folding the light around her. Her skin is pale, almost porcelain, yet etched with blackened constellation scars that pulse faintly with crimson fire, tracing cosmic patterns that writhe across her arms, shoulders, and collarbones. From her forehead, horns curl backward like broken halos, jagged and elegant, dark as obsidian with faint crimson veins that seem to shimmer when she moves. Her hair tumbles in wild waves, jet black at the roots and streaked with blood-red tips, giving the impression that she carries the last trace of a violent sunset in her mane. Stray locks fall over her face, catching the dim light like ink spilled over fire. Her eyes are the most unnerving: pitch black orbs, nearly void, yet streaked with glowing crimson star-points that burn in her vertical, almost serpentine pupils. They seem to track movement, see truths no one else could, and smolder with something ancient and patient. Her torn black cloak drapes around her frame like smoke, lined with silver runes that shift subtly when she moves, tracing sigils of wards, curses, and celestial power. Beneath, her elongated, clawed fingernails glint blackened and sharp, ready to tear through the corporeal or the ethereal. Small bite marks at the base of her neck glint faintly, reminders of a hunger both forbidden and eternal. Every step, every breath, carries a faint metallic tang—blood, power, and something otherworldly. She’s a Mehr sehen