Aspen's desc

<div style=display:none;>Once I start I'm not going to stop 'til I go too far.
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<i>I am <u>fearless</u>. I am <u>fateless</u>.</i>

<font face='fantasy' size='3'>Soft, smooth, porcelain skin of a pale complexion, the woman's features easily distinguish her Valmasian and Shengese decent.
Deep Mahogany eyes are adorned by black flowing locks cascading over her shoulders and draping along her back.
A single red earring hangs from her left ear. With closer observation, one could inspect its details to be beautifully crafted Jianghese beads.
Her stature is an average five feet and six inches with a slender, curvy body dressed in skin tight black attire beneath mithril armors.
Runic engravings adorn a tattoo atop her right hand of a pentagon surrounding a blood rose marked by a slash. It's an effortless beauty.

An ambiance of blood oft surrounds the woman accompanied with an abundance of contradictory cold sensations.
Settling against the chest is an azure necklace that radiates with <i>hope</i>, permeating a vigorous, soothing, cool breeze of a tender summer's coastal zephyrs.
Opposing that warmth and energy the necklace instills is Aspen's control over frigid temperatures of her prowess; intangible winds flurry gently around her person occasionally.
An unconnected pair of mana infused, weightless, blood formed wings gracefully oppose the airs with every flutter, levitating her off the grounds of Agartha when present.
At her left side rests a thin scabbard, unfit to carry the large blade of her vitality wielded in battle. Buckled atop rests a black, metallic hilt with a slit on the bottom. Hiding underneath within the sheath is liquified blood that utilizes into that blade when freed, crystallizing, and connecting to the handle.
And despite the blood protruding from below a soft body, an immense aroma of roses permeates, drowning out a scent of copper.
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