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Anasias is a night elf druid that primarily exists within the World of Warcraft universe. The image displayed for this profile is subject to change when I make better art for her. If/when I update it, this version will be available in my scraps.

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Name and Title: Anasias the Abyssal Walker
Nickname: Ana
Eyes: Glowing Azure
Race: Night Elf
Height: Very tall (6'8" | 2.032m.)
Body Shape: Willowy but Curvy
Age: Young Adult (several hundred years)
Forms: Feline, Flight (Bird), Elk (Stag), and Astral (Alt. to Moonkin)
Birthplace: Moonglade
Motto: "Loyalty to a cause of worth is paramount."

[ [ [ • D I S C R I P T I O N • ] ] ]

Tall and slim, though with distinct curves, Anasias towers over even some of her fellow night elves.

Glowing blue eyes, high cheek bones, and full lips compose her face. Anasias's serious, inscrutible countenance make her somewhat of an enigmatic figure to others.

She prefers to wear clothing that conveys her role as guardian, a protector of others she deems worthy and of good cause. Although she may at times reveal some of her lustrous, lavendar skin, Anasias wants not for herself to be confused with the mundane masses of females using their bodies to simply gather coin.

Her preferred clothing involves feathered pauldrons, blue or golden in color and a leather top or tunic that stretches over her generously plump breasts, the likes of which are proportional to her willowy frame. At times, she wears woolies for freedom of movement, but others, she will adorn a pair of tight, soft leather pants that accentuate her curvy hips and toned legs, especially if there is a chill in the air. A main theme of her gear involves blue color variants and glowing items, although she may occasionally carry a staff or otherwise of a different color and quality.

Anasias's personality contrasts highly with her stature. Kind and sweet, she is often quite shy in social setting, though is quick to form strong, deep friendships.

[ [ [ • H I S T O R Y • ] ] ]

Born into a hodgepodge clan of elves on Kalimdor, Anasias was quickly set apart by her size alone. At a towering height, she often made others wary. However imposing her appearance, she would wish no ill to others, save those who commit acts of evil or undue harm.

As she aged, Anasias fell into a 'guardian' role, finding a person or cause to support, pledge fealty to, and protect.

[ [ [ • W R I T I N G S A M P L E • ] ] ]

Soaring gracefully through the air, wind lifting her wings, Anasias neared Stormwind, city of men. This would be her stop for the night, she decided. Unsure if she was ready for the noise and crowd, Ana touched ground on the road nearby, transforming into her normal night elf form.

Brushing off her leathers, she sighed and checked her gear. Travel weary and worn, a good meal and a warm bed sounded like heaven. On a warmer night, and perhaps one not succeeding a day of such arduous travel, she would have been content to sleep on the grass, only fresh, crisp air filling the space between herself and the star-filled sky.

Gathering her wits, Anasias whistled for Crystalwing, her moth of azure and amethyst hue, to follow her. Together they made their way into the noisy, stone-walled city.

Description
Anasias is a night elf druid that primarily exists within the World of Warcraft universe. The image displayed for this profile is subject to change when I make better art for her. If/when I update it, this version will be available in my scraps.

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Name and Title: Anasias the Abyssal Walker
Nickname: Ana
Eyes: Glowing Azure
Race: Night Elf
Height: Very tall (6'8" | 2.032m.)
Body Shape: Willowy but Curvy
Age: Young Adult (several hundred years)
Forms: Feline, Flight (Bird), Elk (Stag), and Astral (Alt. to Moonkin)
Birthplace: Moonglade
Motto: "Loyalty to a cause of worth is paramount."

[ [ [ • D I S C R I P T I O N • ] ] ]

Tall and slim, though with distinct curves, Anasias towers over even some of her fellow night elves.

Glowing blue eyes, high cheek bones, and full lips compose her face. Anasias's serious, inscrutible countenance make her somewhat of an enigmatic figure to others.

She prefers to wear clothing that conveys her role as guardian, a protector of others she deems worthy and of good cause. Although she may at times reveal some of her lustrous, lavendar skin, Anasias wants not for herself to be confused with the mundane masses of females using their bodies to simply gather coin.

Her preferred clothing involves feathered pauldrons, blue or golden in color and a leather top or tunic that stretches over her generously plump breasts, the likes of which are proportional to her willowy frame. At times, she wears woolies for freedom of movement, but others, she will adorn a pair of tight, soft leather pants that accentuate her curvy hips and toned legs, especially if there is a chill in the air. A main theme of her gear involves blue color variants and glowing items, although she may occasionally carry a staff or otherwise of a different color and quality.

Anasias's personality contrasts highly with her stature. Kind and sweet, she is often quite shy in social setting, though is quick to form strong, deep friendships.

[ [ [ • H I S T O R Y • ] ] ]

Born into a hodgepodge clan of elves on Kalimdor, Anasias was quickly set apart by her size alone. At a towering height, she often made others wary. However imposing her appearance, she would wish no ill to others, save those who commit acts of evil or undue harm.

As she aged, Anasias fell into a 'guardian' role, finding a person or cause to support, pledge fealty to, and protect.

[ [ [ • W R I T I N G S A M P L E • ] ] ]

Soaring gracefully through the air, wind lifting her wings, Anasias neared Stormwind, city of men. This would be her stop for the night, she decided. Unsure if she was ready for the noise and crowd, Ana touched ground on the road nearby, transforming into her normal night elf form.

Brushing off her leathers, she sighed and checked her gear. Travel weary and worn, a good meal and a warm bed sounded like heaven. On a warmer night, and perhaps one not succeeding a day of such arduous travel, she would have been content to sleep on the grass, only fresh, crisp air filling the space between herself and the star-filled sky.

Gathering her wits, Anasias whistled for Crystalwing, her moth of azure and amethyst hue, to follow her. Together they made their way into the noisy, stone-walled city.