[i]Light footsteps came from the portal into the real world, echoing throughput the dark, plain room, until.. a humanoid figure stepped into the simulation, curiosity overtaking them as they merely looked around, allowing Irina plenty of time to look the newcomer over once or twice, maybe thrice.. because they were an eye catcher. For starters, it was female, standing at a most imposing, impressive height of six feet and eleven inches tall, right beneath seven feet, as she towered over Irina. Further, she had a mesomorph build, muscles lining her armoured frame, though not to ugly extents, as she was merely fit and athletic, her focus on strength rather than speed and agility.. and well, her equipment showed that. But first, another detail. Gracing her back were two large, majestic, angelic wings, each as tall as her, covered in large feathers, a pristine white in colour, without a single imperfection anywhere, as divine as the angel herself, as they were furled up closely to her body, shifting around just a little. Then, of course, there was her face, and her head in general, radiating with breathtaking beauty, as divine as the angel wings upon her back. Soft, feminine and angles features line her visage, with high cheekbones leading into a gently curving jawline, just to form a small, pointy chin, with in it, a small, delightful dimple. Above the little dimple sat two pinkish lips, each thin and small, while the corners were curled up into a slight grin, big enough to show her pristine, white teeth ever so very slightly. Above the lips was her nose, gently curving inwards, while the little tip was an an adorable red-pink-ish colour, as it was adorably small. Next to the nose were her eyes, each a crimson red in colour, laying a bit deep within her face, with short eyelashes, and above it, her two well-maintained eyebrows, a raven black in colour, much like her hair, which reached down to her shoulders, wavy and curly, looking as soft as silk from where Irina was. Then, finally, there was the angel's equipment. She bore no visible weaponry on her, her empty hands hanging at her sides as she stood there, tall and curious, strangely interested in the simulated room around her, as it took up all of her attention, for now, though Irina was certainly noticed. But, ahem, anyway, Astraeus was donning a suit of purely grey armour, the plates of holy metal unpainted. The suit was surprisingly thin, hugging her body tightly, while being loose enough not to show anything of, the plating a good inch thing in general, while the breastplate jumped up to a solid two and a half. One strange thing that was immediately noted, however, were the runes, litanies, and prayers inscribed and engraved all over the armour, written in Latin and languages consisting of symbols, all foreign and entirely strange to the Vileblood, though the thing most worthy of note was the symbol on Astra's chest. A triangular shield, creating a 'V' with the top like spikes, three in total, one on each corner, and one exactly in the middle. Two roses were crossed inside of the shield, the thorns like swords, the flower like a treasure, and then, attached to the shield itself, were two magnificent angel wings. It was like a crest, covering her entire front. She made a little 'hmm' noise as she looked around, only for her eyes to fall upon Irina. The angel simply tilted her head to the right, the curiosity still in her eyes, though significantly less.[/i]