Sarcastic Seraph: The image of a young man forms, as if from a pure white mist and whiter, almost water-like flame. He is tall, he shoulders the burden of six brilliant feathered wings, and even though he keeps his face covered he has extremely long silvery blonde hair, and azure eyes adorned with light circles in their irises. As with any of his kind, he personifies the truth of beauty and a sadness for a world changed long ago, and knows not his place in the cities below him. He knows what drives him, he knows what sacrifice is as well as the scars ambition can leave, and he knows there are two people he would move heaven and earth for. He is cursed with misfortune, so he knows to keep close those blessed with luck. When he speaks, his voice is soft and articulated, but there is a sardonic tone to what he says that cuts where injury cannot.