Name: Azariah Shea Leilani
Height: 6'4
Eyes: Bright, Amethyst
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Race: Fallen Eldarin

Once upon a time, Azariah was well-kempt, carefully worded, and overall positive. That was until she realized her family shunned her.

Azariah is now what one would describe as somewhat distrustful. Sometimes. She can still be nice, granted whoever graces her sight isn't unknown to her.

A pronounced face, as sharp as her knife ears, and plush lips that held a perpetual pout, led into a slim, long neck and faintly widened shoulders. There was plenty of fat padding the body below, yet the hint of muscle and overall structure made it easy to tell that she packed a punch. She had big breasts, but nothing ridiculous - especially for her height. Ridiculous instead was her rump, the motor to the legs that widened into eye-catching thick thighs.

A carefully painted tattoo could be spotted on her chest. It was a pair of wings, reaching from her cleavage to each collarbone. Entirely drawn in black ink and the feathers seemed threateningly sharp. There also were three purple letters initialed on her right hand's wrist, spelling "C.S.S.". Talking about purple, this pointy-eared female's garbs bore many shades of it. Wasn't hard to tell that this was her favorite color, but one would have to figure out just why.

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