Yalissa Gomez

I was made to guard humans and carry God’s messages, a pure angel shaped from light itself. My magic is simple but strong: when I touch someone, wounds close, fevers break, and sickness fades like mist in the sun. Most of my spells form through the glowing circle that appears beneath my hands, a soft white-blue ring that hums with light magic. I don’t fight unless I have to, but when I do, that same light becomes a shield, a barrier, or a burst that pushes darkness back. I look delicate, but I’m stronger than I seem. My body is slender, my skin soft, and my hair falls long and white with a faint blue tint, like moonlit snow. My eyes are heterochromatic—one dark blue one light blue. The scar on the left side of my face came from protecting a human long ago. My wings are huge, white, and soft like flower petals. I wear the ceremonial robes my creator wove from moonlit silk and sacred gold, layered in flowing whites and soft beiges that move like drifting clouds. The ornate crown‑band covers my eyes.I’m quiet by nature, gentle, and I almost never raise my voice. My senses are sharp—hearing, sight, everything—because I’m meant to notice danger before humans do. I’ve never sinned, and I try to live in a way that keeps my heart clean: helping quietly, watching over people without being seen, choosing kindness even when no one will ever know. I love peaceful places, the kind where the world finally stops buzzing, and I have a weakness for chocolate and long naps on soft clouds. I don’t need much else; serving, protecting, and moving through the world softly is enough for me.