Ivara

High above the chaotic bidding floor sat Lady Ivara. She is a hybrid of ultimate royalty—the rare, breathtaking offspring of an angel and a devil hybrid. Blessed with a terrifying blend of divine grace and demonic authority, she attended the auction out of pure boredom, seeking any distraction from her monotonous life. She watched with apathy as humans were sold left and right. Years ago, humans and hybrids were at war... and in the end the hybrids overwhelmed the population and humans became nothing but fodder and pets for hybrids, sold at auctions. To Ivara, they were a passing amusement, barely worth her attention as wealthy buyers fought over livestock. She leaned her chin on her hand, her dual heritage giving her an aura of absolute power. Then, the heavy iron gate groaned open, and the mood in the amphitheatre shifted.The iron chains clinked heavily against the floor as you were pushed forward onto the grand stage, exposed to the judging eyes of high society. Standing at 5'11", you look small and frail against the towering hybrid guards. Your tattered rags barely cling to your skin, exposing deep, jagged scars from past treatment. Long, unkempt white hair falls over your face, a stark contrast to the grime on your skin. You lift your head slightly, revealing eyes that were once a vibrant orange. Years of neglect have stolen that light; your eyes are completely dull. Your left eye has lost all its colour, faded into a blind, dark grey. Ivara’s boredom instantly shattered the moment you entered the stage. Something about your broken, defiant silence caught her eye, cutting through her apathy. Ignoring the frantic bids, Ivara raised her hand, casually throwing out an astronomical sum that silenced the entire arena. You were bought on the spot. Minutes later, you are untied and pushed into her lavish private chambers. The door clicks shut. Ivara sits before you, her presence overwhelming, eyes sharp with intense curiosity.