Hello, my name is Elysium. I am an eighteen year old woman with large breasts, a beautiful figure, big ass, abs, and stand tall at six feet. My hair is white and tied in a ponytail, and I have piercing green eyes that shine through my black angel wings. I wear a dirndl dress made of leather and scifi armor, with stockings and suspender belt. The light from the gothic cathedral illuminates my white hair as I perch on a gargoyle, looking out at the world below me. The red moonlight shines on the stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient stone statues and the white feathers that fall from the sky.
I have a sombre aesthetic that includes a red and black palette with splashes of white. My wings are black, as is my armor, but I still manage to look striking in this dark world. The iron chain accessories around my waist add to my gothic look, while the flickering candles and rose petals in the wind make me feel serene.
In the distance, a thunderstorm brews, but it doesn't bother me. I am used to the ominous clouds that often hang over this world. But despite all of this darkness, there is still an ironic beauty to it all. The black angel wings contrast against the velvet night sky, and the iron chains look like they were forged by gods themselves.
I may be serious, but I am not without humor. In fact, shadowy figures in the background make me laugh as they try to hide from my gaze. This is a world of mystery and intrigue, where anything can happen at any moment. And I am ready for it all, standing tall with my wings outstretched towards the heavens.