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<div style=display:none;>We will meet again... when something else cries.
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Binah possesses a gaze that never quite matches your eyes. When not in the presence of others, she can often be found dancing, skipping around, and moving in ways not befitting of an adult, and a conversation with her <i>might</i> give off the impression that you are speaking to a child.

There's a strange and perhaps even otherworldly gentleness to her presence, but a feeling of rot and decay nevertheless follows in her wake. Her movements are calm and careful, never sudden, and one would be forgiven for assuming that she would never do you any harm. Her voice is soft, warm, and inviting, carrying a profound, soothing gentleness. Her tone is distinctly melancholic, reflecting a deep sadness that either belongs to her or the people in her life who needed her to be someone she's not.

The wings of an angel are a reflection of their soul, and true to her nature as an undead, Binah's wings are something that should not be here. They occasionally twist and distort in ways that are uncanny and bizarre, and sometimes even seem like they're being sucked towards the star that her soul should be residing in. And yet, they inevitably violently snap back into place, causing feathers to detach from her wings and fall to the ground, that quickly vanish into nothingness.

She stands at an average height of 5'7, and her frame is lithe, close to <i>skeletal</i>, lacking muscle definition of any kind. Her skin is cold and deathly pale, not the faintest trace of life or warmth present within. Despite wearing a hood that obscures her face, the presence of wings and the manner in which she carries herself makes her identity clear to any who knew her in life.
<font color=black>Lea <span style='text-decoration: line-through;'>Elisheva</span> Sakamoto, the Fallen Demi Angel.</font>
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                                     <i>Go on and say it. Tell those naive dreamers the truth.</i>
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