Name: Lairen
Age: young, but no longer a fledgling
Species: Angel (unranked)
Appearance:

His skin is beautifully smooth and just a shade darker than porcelain, like a creamy marble to match his graceful physique. At 5’9” tall, he is slender and lithe with equally slender fingers and toes. His hair is a silvery lilac color which falls in gentle layers that frame his youthful face and brown eyes. A single pair of wings sprouts from his back, mostly white in color, but like his hair, lilac tones shadow the base. His movement are often just as gentle as his appearance, though he is capable of energetic bursts.
Personality: He is someone whose calm energy can be like a trickling brook, and his laughter like the rustling of silk. Always refined and gentle, even when playing, he has a regale air. Even as a fledgling, he was reserved like this, preferring to pray rather than dance, listen rather than speak. Though his curiosity led to constantly questioning his teachers, someone he'd feel hesitant to do now. Although he often shows a serious or calm face, he is capable of a brilliant smile as well. He is lawful good at its strongest, but also not without curiosity or loyalty toward his friends and not just god.
The falling of his best friend leaves him very conflicted internally and externally as he finds himself caught in the middle of the drama that they created. More than anything, he wishes to know why things turned this way and he wishes to find some way to make things right. In his head, she knows they can never have their previous relationship back, but he would like to see that for himself, just to make sure. Because if it is at all possible, he wants to stubbornly hold onto the past that was perfect, even if it seems he was the only one that was a naive idiot.