Groups
Description
Small, fragial, skinny, long blueish gray hair, big blue sad eyes.
Personality
Indifferent mostly, shows little emotion.
Equipment
Wings and fire
History
No one really knows, she likes to help people though.
Krys Glass lands softly on the cold ground, arching her back letting out a howl of pain, more like a screech then a howl, blood collecting around the base of the wings as they enter her body, shaking the blood off she enters the strange bar in her blue dress, looking around, not seeing anyone, she goes to the bar counter and sits there, playing with sugar packets and such.