“The world needs more anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.”

“Anger stemming from calculated reason is far more dangerous and deadly, than anger based on blind hatred”

Essential Information

Age: 26
Birthday: 11th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
Race: Aura (Xaela)
Gender: Intersex (Hermaphrodite/Futanari)
Orientation: Bisexual (If you have both why not use em?)
Primary Classe: Warrior
Alternate Classes: Gunbreaker/Scholar/Monk/Black Mage/Machinist

Role Play Description

Standing at a maximum height of eight feet and ten inches Ani TOWERS over the Auri males around her and completely dwarfs the females. However during her years in hiding she consumed a potion to shrink her height down to five feet two and a half inches in height Anistasia is among the tallest of the female Au Ra (Only by half an inch but still.) A lightly tanned skin is marked with ebony black scales that catch the light with a harshly indigo sheen. Her upturned eyes are of a vibrant viridian ringed with a soft peachy light. Upon closer inspection her eyes can be seen lined with runes and leaking tiny strands of her draconic aether. Her richly dark green hair sits just shorter than shoulder length with the whitened tips edging down to just above the shoulders. Her sharpened horns jagged and edged curl back coming to hooked points that jut skywards before returning following her jawline and ending in sharpened tips just in front of her chin; helping to frame her permanently displeased expression. Within her maw sits rows of almost dangerously sharp serrated teeth that only add to her intimidating appearance.Across her soft cheeks and slightly up-turned button nose sits a galaxy of freckles. A pliant lithe looking frame carries its weight well, distributing her mass into an ample bosom, shapely waist and generous rear, above which from her spine descends a draconian tail wreathed in granite like scales. If one was to observe her they’d find her actions to be carried with intent and purpose. Conversely if one was to hear her speak they’d note the smokily velvet nature of her tone and manner of speech; an almost musical tonality that seems to almost slip through a measured choice of words. One must however exercise caution when pointing this out as it stokes the already extreme and tumultuous fury that lies behind a glass-like temper. However this is not to say that she cannot take a joke or laugh,(in fact she rather enjoys biting comments) nor that she is consistently on a hair-trigger. Rather that there are key things that trigger this indiscriminate and unreasonable ire, of which pointing out her simultaneous pride and shame of her voice is one. Which when coupled with her unassailable strength, leads to a frightening stream of devastation in her wake.

"Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him."

“Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.”

Psychology

Her usual state of being is that of a tired conqueror. A hardened expression with twinges of dark humor playing at the corners of her eyes. Her temper is explosive to say the least, causing her to fly off the handle at a moments notice. Has a couple of key stressors that ignite her smoldering rage, one of which being pointing out her musical way of speech in a mocking fashion, or making note of the fact her scale patterns and horns for that matter are markedly more aggressive than others. As examples.This isn't to say that anger is her default state of being, it's just easy to ignite with the right poking and prodding. She has a habit of losing herself in combat even to the point of resorting to her Qalli heritage and singing whilst she is actively dispatching her foes. This has earned her the moniker of “The Frenzied Elegy”.Anistasia's default mood is somewhere between sarcastic dismissal and anticipation. Almost as if she's expecting things to go wrong, and looking for the culprit. This being said there is a surefire way to put her in a good mood, and that is to get things done quickly and correctly. Her general energy is tired but dutiful with her garlean education coming through quite well. This manifests with her projecting this aura of a ruler with no throne.Though she puts up an aura of anger and ferocity, alongside a detached and distant stance, inside she is deeply and horribly scarred. Beaten and broken, again and again by the garlean's re-education she deeply hates herself. She's damaged and she knows it. That which harms her the most is being reminded of the traits that made her stand out, her musicality chief among them, as that was the hardest to hide. She cares deeply about everyone close to her, however through this it manifests in the form of lashing out. The meaner she is towards someone, the more she cares. As a way of keeping them at a distance so they wont get hurt.

You reclaim your power by loving what you were once taught to hate.

“Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.”

A Brief History

An original native of the Qalli tribe of Xaela, Anistasia had a happy childhood, one of a large family an elder brother, a younger sister and an identical twin sister. She stayed in the warm forgiving expanse of the azim steppe for a good number of years, thirteen long summers to be exact. However upon her thirteenth name-day she was taken with her parents and a couple of others from the tribe to explore outwards in search of new lands. The rest of her family staying home in the steppe with the tribe. Her and family's travels took her into garlean territory deep into the continent of Ilsabard. Two years of travel and searching and eventually she and her family stumbled across the unfortunate mishap of a garlean patrol. A scuffle with garlean soldiers ensued and her parents were both killed in the crossfire and she was taken prisoner. Using her obscene levels of strength that could even overpower the most powerful of garleans-(a prelude to her finally learning that she possessed the echo)-snapped a pair of manacles meant to hold Garlean prisoners.She slipped out of the cell designated to hold the captives, and vowed to find a way to free the remaining members of her tribe that had been captured. She skulked through the garlean outpost and found her way into the soldiers quarters. After raiding the lockers she acquired a gunblade and a basic uniform before attempting to make good on her escape, she stayed true to her word and helped her tribe members free under guise of a garlean soldier. However this was a short lived endeavour as she and the others were caught trying to flee. She opted to stay behind to allow them a chance to escape and managed to buy them enough time to slip away.She was beset upon by several armed soldiers her impossible strength led her to overpower even them, going so far as to topple a Quo rank officer in single combat that tried to apprehend her. Her rampage was only halted when held at gunpoint by a full squad of soldiers. Dubbed an asset of military might she was granted citizenship, immediately "Drafted", and shipped off to basic training for “re-education” on how to act in the “civilized world”.
After a adjusting to the Garlean way of life and the extremely harsh militaristic way of living for eight long years, she attained the rank of Van at age twenty-one. Anistasia is one of only a handful of people to ever attain the rank of legatus whilst not hailing as a native Garlean.Her disposition towards the Garlean empire has always been cold but she served unwavering. Even enduring harsh critiques to her appearance and manner of speech. Causing her to go so far as to harshly tame her musical nature and incorporate her horns into her helmet designs. So as to dissuade people from thinking less of her, she barely removed her helmet whilst within the borders of the empire. Leading her to find something of shame in her natural traits. After serving as a Van for three full years, she was forced to flee the empire as false set of orders from a soldier beneath her caused her to send her legion into it's doom. Despite the overwhelming might, and he best attempts to wield her phenomenal strength; it was decimated, and she was forced to flee at the behest of her loyal soldiers, and her only friend. Lest the blame fall to her and her execution, upon return to Garlemald proper.Heading towards the only place she had access to at the time she made her way towards Eorzea. On her travels through the occupied territories of both Bozja and Ala Mhigo, she saw the full extent of garlean rule, and made a declaration to herself. She would rectify her past mistakes and expunge the stain of the garlean empire upon the world. She wouldn't eradicate the garlean nation rather she'd beat them back with the same level of ferocity and mercilessness they beat into her. With a new reason to begin a campaign she set forth with the intent to rectify her mistakes, by her own hand. First however she'd need to gain a foothold within Eorzea and a better understanding of the situation.She still holds onto the title of Van as a mark that she achieved it, even if it means nothing but more shame now. Partially as a warning to others. Mostly as a warning to herself, to never let the power she wields lead her to becoming a tyrant.

Enhancements and Echo

Gifted with the power of the echo from a very early age. Ani has has a preternatural amount of strength. Her physical might being the enhancement gifted by the Echo. Where as some are gifted with limited precognition, and others future sight. Some gifted echos even the foresight into controlling and dominating primals. Where these powers manifest in fantastical and unprecedented ways. Ani's primary gift from the echo simply makes her more physically adept. The supreme strength could probably be best explained in such a way as that she is capable of lifting a Garlean magitek scorpion with little more than two fingers and throw it like a dart at her current mastery of her echo.However this also translates into her first major detriment. She finds that this unparalleled level of strength is something that must be controlled with an extremely fine degree of control. Which taxes her concentration. Demanding a high level attention even the most mundane of every day tasks to make sure that she doesn't just destroy things without need. This also contributes heavily to her bite force. Meaning almost all food that she consumes offers no resistance. No satisfaction is derived from the act of eating due to this. So instead she focuses on flavour, which really hasn't helped her relationship with alcohol.After the events of the first.Proceeding the events of the first Ani's aetheric well and balance has been somewhat warped after containing such a large quantity of aether for quite so long. This has granted Ani a very malleable aetheric attunement. Discovering that Anistasia due to her immense strength can consume crystals like rock candy has given her a singularly interesting twist. After consuming a piece of a primal or powerful entity, she is capable of shifting her physical form to align with the appearance and associated powers of the attuned element. The most common being the six major primal deities. Consuming a different caliber of crystal granting a lengthier amount of time with the infused aetheric energy. Shards a few minutes, crystals up to an hour per, and clusters grant a full days worth of transformation.The draw back of this is that it's not just her physical form that changes, her personality also warps and twists as well drawing aspects of her personality out into the forefront of her mind, and forcing her to act upon them.

Gallery

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To go into further detail of Anistasia is to delve into a more in-depth description of what lies behind the armour and the clothing. To the skin and scale, the things that fill it out, pull it taut and adorn it. Scale and skin. To get down to the nitty gritty, its clear to see across her richly tanned skin that there are marks of a harsh life. A series of tiny scars litter across her abdomen, chest, arms, shoulders, thighs and hips most too small to see without being extremely close up however a couple of larger ones do stand out. A single large scar that sits across her left side just beneath her rib cage, another on her chest between her right shoulder and her right breast which looks closer to a bullet wound. Finally one on her lower back diagonally just above her tail looking like someone almost tried to remove it. Atop her head her horns have two silver bands ringing them near the points, and towards the back have a similar silver ring closer to the recurve.As mentioned above her flesh is pulled taut against her muscle, toughened from long difficult days. Thickly muscled legs that show off the shapely curves of her hips, abdominal muscles hard enough to bounce a bullet off of (and a few have), powerful arms from swinging around a weapon heavy enough to be considered unreasonable by others. Lastly, a back sculpted to perfection from the heaviest of lifting duties (carrying her team to victory). She’s trained to an extent where even the scale patches that cover her are forced to bend. Despite this firm muscle, this does not however mean that she doesn't have her femininity. From her chest hangs two generous breasts each one pushing the limits of what one could fit within a G cup. Each of these large mounds is capped with a contrasting pale pink point, pale enough to almost be lost within the coloration of her skin. Each nipple is pierced with a straight bar. Which if she’s feeling like it she may change out for a more “decorated” variant.Trailing further down it’s fairly easy to see that her hair color is indeed natural, particularly if it’s been a few weeks since she’s been home and been able to keep up with grooming. Her hair otherwise is usually neatly trimmed back to a small bush and halo that rings her appendage. Despite her overall feminine appearance, she’s well equipped carrying a hefty and thick weapon-that when measured-stands proudly at a full thirty six and a half inches, and a little shy of twenty inches around when fully erect. Else-wise it hangs lightly at around 16 inches in length and about 7.5 inches around. (This can be reduced down to a little as nine inches by five via a potion supply for the less...adventurous sorts.) She Usually however keeps her prodigious tool at somewhere in the vein of twenty-three inches long by eighteen inches at it's widest point (Fourteen at it's thinnest)Along the underside of this impressive weapon sits a series of piercings that ladder from root to tip spaced roughly an inch apart when hard. At the side of the base of her penis sits a scar similar to the one against her tail. Behind which sits a scaled sack containing two large testicles almost in proportion with her tool, if a little larger than necessary. Behind this rather impressive package sits a feminine piece of equipment, fully functioning in it’s utility. Completely hidden away behind the thick “outer walls” until necessary, the hidden folds the same coloration as the pert caps of her breasts. Given her prodigious strength and how rarely this sside of her is brought to the fore front. One can only imagine the crushing force that an be brought to bear. Behind this sits what would normally be there nestled between two surprisingly soft and pliable cheeks which don’t fully seem to conform to her muscular frame. But are in actuality just pure muscle with a layer of softness atop both her ass and her thighs, which when combined with the shape of her hips and male appendage gives her a unique way of walking that almost seems like she’s gliding with each step.Another thing that might stand out a little is that she, despite having a very aggressive and imposing form, posture and set of “tools” at her disposal; still likes to keep her nails painted, and chooses to sport a dark green lacquer over top of each, both hands and toes. The only real accent of make-up she wears is a light purple lipstick, and a tiny bit of eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner to make her limbal rings brighter. It’s perfectly normal to see her somewhat less than her best as she doesn't really “dress up” so to speak. But when she does it’s a sight to behold. However in her every day appearance she likes to keep her “weapon” hidden primarily so it isn’t seen as a weak spot when in conflict, secondarily because she likes to project the more feminine aspect of her, as such she tries to draw they eye to her hips and backside. So glamouring is her best ally, helping to keep everything “out of the public eye" and show only those she either trusts, or is about to take some “quality time” with. She also prefers to bind her breasts with a vest designed to hold them in place. Helping to keep them from swaying and chafing whilst she’s wearing armour. This reduces them from a nearly bursting G down to a neatly packaged middle C in appearance.

A couple of shots for you. I hope you enjoy!(Being worked upon.)Ani's roles.
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The Pilot behind Anistasia

Hi!Glad you took the time to read up on my damaged little lass.Allow me to introduce myself, I go by Lux, on my different servers on Discord and as such you can feel free to call me Lux or by Ani, after all it is my characters name!I do keep in mind thoroughly that Anistasia is a creation of mine and, by proxy her own being so as such I try and treat her like that. Her head-space is a little difficult to get into in certain circumstance so please give me some time.