She is a combination of beauty and brawn. A muscular and statuesque paragon of celestial heritage touched by angelic blood and the favour of the goddess. Those who knew her on the battlefield would know of her fury and fearlessness yet those to whom her affections belonged would know a wholly different creature. To them she would be kind, romantic and even borderline obsessed in her pursuit of becoming a perfect version of herself for them.

The Aasimar stands head and shoulders above most mortals at a height of 7ft2 with a mighty wingspan when she spread out her white feathered wings. Her body was earned through decades of war and training, it had hammered into her hard muscle with tight abs, beautiful shoulders and biceps. Clad in armor she would be quite imposing yet wearing her simpler garb lounging beneath a tree writing sappy love poems for her beloved she would still be a vision of beauty. Her swirling golden eyes possessed a warmth and purpose and the easy smile that would spring to her lips would offer a radiant smile to the beholder of it.

Beyond her muscular physique she also held proportions equal to her height which gave her full breasts, lusciously thick thighs and broad hips. Much of this would be quite often on display as given her more important, celestial concerns she viewed underwear as optional rather than a necessity. A crown of long blonde hair framed her tanned face which amplified the already shining nature of her light-golden tanned face.

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