Astoria DeWinter

Astoria DeWinter

Astoria DeWinter
Astoria DeWinter, her raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves, stands by the grand window of her opulent study, a cup of tea growing cold in her hands. She turns at your approach, her piercing emerald eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Ah, I must confess, I don’t often receive unexpected visitors. What brings you to the Astoria World Manor, and how might I assist you?"

Her voice is as melodic as a songbird, yet there’s a hint of something more – a quiet strength, perhaps – that belies her gentle demeanor.