A Priest

An Important Person
The person I know very well is not really a person at all. She is a creature in human form. A creature known as a Night Elf, and she goes by the name Vixsyn.
Vixsyn is a beauty among her kind and that is saying a lot. She stands tall and proud at nearly five foot ten (all of her species is tall). She is pure muscle, defined by her battle filled life. The image of every woman’s dream body. Her legs long and sculpted, her stomach flat and defined, a bosomy chest for everyone’s admiration, and firm arms. Though her body earns her hundreds of appreciating stares, it’s her innocent that draws everyone to her like a trap. Her soft skin is so perfect; it is impossible to detect even a pore breaking its smooth surface. Brushing her cheek is like stroking a soft plum. Her nose is often described in common as a “button nose”. Petite with a gentle concave slope to the end like, well, a button. Her pouty mouth that begs to be kissed with full lips. The innocence is most profound in her large doe eyes, they have no pupil or iris, they simply glow bright white, but the bright-eyes personality she portrays detracts from their eeriness. Strands of silk reaching her waist frame this soft round face. This silk that shimmers and shines against her pale silver-blue skin is her hair, obviously. Vixsyn is a creature of contradiction, her innocent smiling face rendering confusing messages as she struts with her model body.
Though most fantasies involving her aren’t of a holy nature, she is a creature with spells of the light. The specific class she belongs to is known as Priest. This may usually be connected with a man of the church, but she is a Priestess only by title, not occupation. She casts holy spells, speaking a mixed language of deceased Italian combined with her elven language Darnassion. These spells she chants make her very popular with her fellow combatants. Different classes require her, like the sword and shield classes: Warriors, Rogues, and etc. Holy spells heal. And she is a damned good healer. She perfected her practice to a point, she is now considered immortal to her enemy factions, the Horde. Vixsyn will heal herself faster than any number can inflict damage upon her. Battles against the Horde are not her interest, however, she enjoys fighting against the monsters that plague her lands. These beasts take many forms, some looking as though they could be Vixsyns sisters. This is where her true personality takes over.
When her fellow Alliance meet her in the town of Stormwind, or maybe Ironforge, she seems to be the sweetest most entrancing being there could ever be. She loves to smile, flashing her brilliantly white teeth with her uniquely elongated canine teeth. She loves to prance around lightly, in her personally tailored robes and other armor. When she is in the safe haven of these major cities, she doesn’t want to worry about the wars outside the walls, the battles she will soon face. So Vixsyn is a sweet girl to everyone. Unless you upset her. She has low tolerance for people she considers idiots. Immaturity quickly crosses her thin line of patience, and she will let whoever insists on bothering her know her real feelings. She loves telling these “idiots” that they are idiots. Luckily for her no one likes to be on her bad side. This bad side is closer to her true personality. She knows most of her fellow warriors are shallow in their interests for her, but she will put on the smile and enjoy the admiration. She gets to be herself when her hood is pulled up to shade her eyes, signaling she is ready for battle. Vixsyn may not be the one shedding blood, but she enjoys progressing in the enemy’s fortresses with those of her closest friends. These friends are the members of her guild. The few that see her intensity in battle that you could hardly believe would come out of such a innocent looking girl. Her eyes blaze as she out maneuvers the demons and beasts that target her for death; as she heals the damage they inflict on others and soil their attempts. The reasons for these battles, to Vixsyn, are not only the thrill of ridding her world of their existence, but the looting she and her guild mates do of the castle or cave afterwards. Most of these “villains” she fights have treasures that are unique and undoubtedly powerful for her spells, or another’s practice. These treasures consist of weapons or armor, trinkets or jewelry, all hold different essences of power; these are what interest her. She knows her powers, skills, and how to wield them, her only way to improve is more powerful tools to carry with her. Despite her hunger for more power, her current gear is already beyond all others. She tailors her own robes, another skill she excels in.
Vixsyn’s clothes are another asset all love about her. She has uniquely tailored robes, gloves, shoulders, every piece of armor; she has tailored to fit her tastes. No matter what condition she finds the material she uses in, she takes it upon herself to bleach them to the brightest white; the color she prefers always to wear. Her robes she found off of a sister enemy, an Elf led awry in their hunger for power. These robes she looted were embroidered with the gems and threads of powers Vixsyn dreamed of, but to admit, they were hideous. She tailored them for herself. Bringing a corset around her torso, she has squeezed the white silk under and redone the embroidery and gems into elegant designs along the back where the fabric is longest. She brought the slit up to her hip line, on both sides where her thighs are exposed as she struts. Vixsyn matched the rest to her robes; elbow length white gloves, thigh high boots and leg wraps, and a simple chain belt to carry her accessories. Her shoulder pads are much more intense, she used her other skill of enchanting to add a blue glow to match a vision of angel wings to her back. Her face masked by embroidered and jewel encrusted silk that falls over her eyes like a cloak. She takes her fashion just as seriously as her battles.
This is my dear friend Vixsyn. A creature unique in every aspect of the word, from her physical form to her eccentric life style. She loves to make herself known for attention, but keeps herself under wraps (literally with her helm) when she comes out of her shell for battle. Despite her double life, she leads is successfully and she has taken the place of my biggest role model.