The iron door that separated you and the crowd slowly opened, revealing the battlegrounds that you'll soon be accustomed to. That is, if you survive it long enough to get to that point. Said crowd's cheering became even louder, partially due to nothing muffling the sound anymore as well as them getting more excited that their entertainment is about to be. You took a step forward as that's all you could do at the time, bare foot landing on the warm sand, feeling it beneath your feet. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't nearly as good as finally having room to stretch your wings.
The two feathery attachments to your back expanded, basking in the feeling of having enough room to not feel incredibly cramped. The entirety of the crowd's attention was on you: it was rare to see an Avariel at all, much less see one as a combatant in the arena. Not only that, but they may have taken your wings expanding as you showing off. It was somewhat hard to tell.
Who are you?
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Will be taking general descriptions of your characters, as detailed as you want them to be. I will require a name and a sex, however. I will take whichever description has the most people agree with it. Or, I will simply take bits from different ones (or potentially the ones I like) if nobody can agree.