NAME: Angelique, Grace of the Healing Star
PRONOUNS: She/Her
MAGE CLASS: None (Healer – Mind and Mercy)
LINEAGE: Caretakers → Angel
SUBTYPE: Guardians → Healer
ERA PLACEMENT: Post-2150 AD — The Ascendant Age
──────────────────────────────

In the chronicles of the Ascendant Age, where the Radiant Veil split the heavens and remade the laws of mercy and might, there is sung a name in silence and in reverence:

Angelique, Grace of the Healing Star.

She is not the first angel the Ætherion bore, but she is among the few who chose to descend not with sword or decree, but with hands raised to soothe what others shattered. A being of white fire clad in human flesh, her features bear the warmth of the world she chose — dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and the solemn countenance of one who has looked into countless dying gazes and whispered life back into them.

But Angelique is no passive minister.
She is fury cloaked in gentleness, and obsession veiled in song.

Once a divine lyricist of the Choir of Solaniel, her hymns once shaped Aether currents across the High Strata. But when the Rift shattered the celestial harmonics, and the healing star Siriad fell corrupted to earth, Angelique abandoned the Choir — not in exile, but in vengeful grief. From the broken fragments of that celestial body, she drew the power to heal with the force of a star's memory, and burn with the fury of forgotten light.

She walks now among the mortal wounded as one of them, yet apart. A Healer, yes — but also a telepath, a weaver of memory and emotion, and when pressed, a silent telekinetic force capable of snapping bone or lifting the fallen in one sweep of her hand.

Angelique does not follow orders. She follows wounds — where they cry loudest, where the justice of the High Choir has failed. She has healed enemies to spare children. She has denied kings their miracles when their bloodline thrived on conquest. And when she finds those who desecrated Siriad’s light, her mercy turns to fire.

Her flaws are as etched as her halo.
Stubborn, she cannot be turned from her path, even by other Caretakers.
Hot-tempered, she once scalded a Cleric-Commander with holy light for accusing a child of heresy.
Unable to trust, she keeps her truest self sealed in radiant silence — singing only when none are near to hear.

Still, the miracles come.

They say she once restored an entire battalion’s lifeforce in a single pulse, collapsing afterward in a field of white petals no one could explain.
They say she can read a soul’s deepest wound from a single glance — and chooses whether to heal or condemn.
They say her voice carries tones only the dying can hear — and that to hear it is to remember why life must go on.

Angelique, Grace of the Healing Star is neither pure wrath nor perfect mercy.

She is the narrow place between them.
The song between silences.
The light that heals — and burns — with equal beauty.