Asyria is human (in appearance)

She is very beautiful and stirring visage,appearing young and in almost unnatural health.

Age: appears to be about 23 years old.
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 130 lbs (toned and muscled)
Hair: Chestnut brown, Soft, silken falling to just below her shoulders.  
Eyes: A brilliant emerald green.

Face: Soft, high proud cheekbones. Face and features soft and ethereal. Usually hidden beneath a hood.  Her teeth when she smiles dazzling white.

Her body is Lithe and well toned and muscled, long lithe and muscular legs.  Her arms toned and muscled as well.  

Her chest is well muscled yet her breasts prominent .. (38-D cup size).  The soft swell of them curving and proud.  Nipples soft pink, aureola's a bit lighter shade of pink.

Her abdomen is firm and toned, leading down to the sweet "V" of her sex, covered by a soft fuzz of red hair.

Around her neck is a strange collar which upon inspection seems to be made of leather and a strange dark metal with golden runes and pulsing gems. The strange collar glowing softly with some eldritch power.

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BIO
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Asyria was born in a small village on the outskirts of the Dark High forests of Icewind Dale.  Her father a human priest of sune, mother a priestess and healer  

Her mother and father dearly loved her and doted over her.  Her father taught her the ways of sune and nature.  

He taught her the use of the bow, how to hunt, track and survive off the bounty of nature.  

While her mother made sure she knew how to gather prepare and use all the natural remedies a healer would use.

When she was but 19 years of age.    She was out gathering special herbs for her mother known only to appear in the moonlight deep in the forest.  After venturing deep into the unknown part of the Dark forests she had located the rare healing herbs her mother required

Asyria confidently gleaned what she needed from the plants without destroying their roots so that they would continue to thrive.  Putting the leaves and flowers of them in her bags.

She was nearly done with her task, having gathered more than enough of the strange moon flowers when suddenly a series of blood-curdling howls rent the night air.  Without any further warning she was set upon by several slavering monstrous wolves.  Their eyes gleaming redly in the moonlight.  

She screamed in agony as her soft pale flesh was rent by fangs and claws .. her blood flowing freely.  Gravely wounded and thinking her life would be at an end serving as a meal for the clearly bloodthirsty beasts.

She pulled out the only weapon she possessed, the dagger her mother had given her for herb gathering.  The sap of the plants still fresh on it.

She slashed at the great wolves trying to run them off.  Her weakening from the blood flowing from the long gashes in her side from their claws.  

The bigger of the beasts grinned malevolently at her Sinking it's fangs into her shoulder, shaking her like a rag doll in its massive maw.

But before the great "wolves" could finish off the helpless elf a shot rang out.  The bullet splintering a tree next to the larger one.  It snarled in hatred as it ran off .. denied its meal of human flesh.

The traveler having run off the beasts then turned his attentions to the young maiden.  Staunching her flowing wounds as best he could, frowning as he watched angry red lines spread from the wounds the young teenager crying out in pain as it did.

Putting her on his horse, he rode to the closest village.  Her long since unconscious from the pain and blood loss.

He took her to the healer, learning only then that she was her mother.  She was rushed to the healing hut. The mother crying out with alarm as she uncovered the wounds to clean them, seeing the long deep claw furrows down her side, the deep vicious bite wound on her shoulder and other scratches.  

A alarmed cry on her lips as she saw the angry red lines spreading from the wounds. Her daughters skin burning hot with fever from them. Asyria lay insensate and fevered for a week coming in/out of consciousness.  Yet with the next sunrise, her wounds seeming mortal before, rapidly healing with very faint scarring.  

Regained her strength unnaturally fast, her senses and reflexes seeming to make every task almost effortless.

She was happy and carefree for a short while.  Till one month hence.  She was restless and filled with energy feeling as if she could run miles easily without tiring.   She sat outside the house after a supper she barely touched, watching the moon rise full and bright in the night sky.

Asyria screaming in pain as the moonlight touched her form.  Writhing and twisting in agony, blood boiling with fire, body filled with agony.  Her bones snapping and popping as her form changed and warped.  

Her mind fleeing as it saw a visage of the dark foul beast that had almost killed her rising from within her own body.  Asyria's screams drawing her parents.  Her seeing them in a red mist of pain as she herself screamed in utter agony.  Hearing screams of utter fear and agony filling her ears as she sank into darkness.  

She woke the next morning groaning as she opened her eyes, naked and frozen in place by a powerful spell.  Her surrounded by bloodied guards of the elite force.  

Asyria face me that I may pass judgement in the name of light!

She looked up to see an ancient and powerful mage looking her over in pity.  

"my childe you are accursed by the bite of the Beast.  You have slain most of our people.  Your own parents dead by the beast's savage claws!  It pains me greatly to do this little one. (Softy spoken) More painful my childe as you truly are an innocent victim in this.  But you are banished from our peoples lands to fend for yourself.  

*placing the strange glowing band around her neck, glowing brightly as he chanted biding it to he and using the last of his magics to banish her from her peoples lands forever.  the burst of energies having the effect of burying and covering her memories of the land and her family.

With that final act the old mage died the magics to banish her having fully now drained him.  

She awoke in the dreaded lands, no memories .. the full moon rising as she did.. her remembering naught else as she feasted on the flesh of adventures there unfortunate enough to cross the beasts path.