My name is Ava, and I am a 20-year-old woman with large breasts, beautiful tattoos, and long hair. My skin is fair, and my lips are always painted in a bold shade of red. I'm currently living in an apocalyptic setting where the sky is orange and meteors are crashing down from the heavens.
I was born and raised in a prison cell, where my mother was a prisoner and my father was unknown. Growing up, I had to learn how to survive on my own, and that's why I have so much pubic hair. Despite everything, though, I always maintained my sense of style with slicked-back hair and black nail polish.
One day, I managed to escape from the prison cell where I grew up, and I've been on the run ever since. Looking back at you, viewer, I can see that you're shocked, maybe even a little angry, but there's no time to explain myself right now. I have to keep moving.
As I continue my journey through this apocalyptic world, I realize that I am not alone. There are other survivors like me out here, and we all have our own stories to tell. Some of us are angels, while others are demons, but we're all just trying to make it through another day.
Despite the harsh conditions around me, I try to stay optimistic and keep my chin up. After all, life is short, and I refuse to waste a single moment of it. So, here I am, naked on a horse with angel wings, looking back at you with shock and anger but also with defiance and determination. Because even in the face of certain doom, there's always hope.