'Aasimar are usually driven towards acts of heroism, good and selflessness. Their divine heritage granting them a resolve and ability far beyond the more mortal of peoples across the planes. Though, they are still mortal. In Shannon's case half human, and like most people born of human blood - it was not the touch of a divine champion that would guide her, but selfish whims and very mortal emotions.'

[Bio]:
She stands tall for a human female at around six-foot, with flowing locks of wavy blonde hair that could dangle down to the small of her back were they not usually gathered upon into a bun. The soft tresses seemingly caught in a gentle lustre that never really faded. Though most often her hair was a little messy, or knotted as if she truly didn't care for appearances at all, or chose not to preen the otherwise delightful locks out of spite to some higher power. Her face was equally touched by that heavenly blood, perfectly symmetrical and a delight to behold. High cheek bones, bed-room eyes and full lips were all framed by those spilling golden bangs. The skin was ever untouched by blemishes and imperfections. Yet, so far as efforts at make-up or painting her lips, this woman did nothing to accentuate or further enhance it at all. Even seeming to hide her face away behind a swept fringe from that gentle cascade of tresses.
Around her neck she wore a simple amulet held aloft not by a silver chair, or gold. But leather twine. There was no religious icon on the surface, rather a small dull green-gemstone that glinted the same colour as her eyes as it fell hanging from the swan-like taper of that neckline.

Her body is in turn a shapely thing, statuesque and with delectably broad hips and waspish waist to contrast. The perky swell of her chest pushed temptingly out into any fabric pulled about them. In fact, efforts seemed to be taken to just make them outright unflattering. Hiding behind a shawl or wearing baggy clothing, yet never quite managing to pull it off. The stomach was toned and sleek, holding a healthy amount of muscle and kept trim by her evidentially nomadic lifestyle. Even while sitting still, this woman was never really there. Her smile was distant, and her eyes even more so, falling on the horizon desperately.
Those hips, not to be forgotten swayed like a personified sin with each step, her movement was truly the one thing Shannon failed to try and hide away, even when adopting an apathetic shuffle she managed to be graceful. When stomping along in a huff, she was commanding and purposeful with every step. The thick and juicy rump, that many a blue-minded bystander might be tempted to lay hand upon, chased in the shake of those hips with it's own taught dip and rise. Sitting above a pair of long, tapering legs that carried the eye up towards. Their gentle, womanly taper like a stairway to heaven...

Though there were no pearly gates. There hung an unmistakably thick shaft, perched above the swell of two smooth apple-sized balls; this deviant departure from the female form was usually stuffed unceremoniously into tight, body-hugging black underwear.

[Name] Shannon d'Mere

[Race]: Aasimar

[Age]: 23

[Height]: 5'8"

[Build]: Angelic, Amazon, Statuesque.

[Persona]: Sullen

[Gender]: Female

[Sex]: Male

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