Fallen Angelic Paladin

This once-radiant champion of justice now looks like a walking cautionary tale carved in steel and regret. Their armor is still beautifully crafted — etched with holy symbols and elegant filigree — but it’s cracked, scorched, and veined with a faint, ominous glow where divine light used to shine clean and bright.

Their wings spread wide behind them, once pristine feathers now darkened and frayed at the edges, like grace tried to hang on but eventually gave up. A few glowing feathers drift downward mid-sculpt, caught between celestial radiance and creeping shadow.

Their helmet is tucked under one arm, revealing a stern, battle-hardened face marked by a glowing sigil across one eye — half holy blessing, half cosmic warning label. The expression says they still believe in justice… they’ve just updated the definition.

In one hand they grip a massive greatsword planted point-down into the ground, its blade split by a glowing crack of light and darkness running straight down the center. The other hand is clenched at their side, wrapped in faint divine energy that now sparks with a darker edge, like smite damage with emotional baggage.

Their stance is firm, resolute, and heavy with purpose — not evil, not pure, just absolutely done asking for permission.