(she/her)
Proprietary Setting: Guild Wars 2
Charr ~ 44 ~ 10'3'' (3.12m)
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An absolute tank of a charr. Super tall, massively big and muscular. Bulky, broad and squarish form with strongly defined and angular features.
Smug, overconfident and serious. Powerful, proud and authoritative. And yet protective and kind.
Kind of a hero complex cat with a big ego!
A priory Magister who was long ago disillusioned by the Legions.
A commanding presence, aided not only by her sheer size and frame but also the distinctly authoritative and confident note to her personality. Angular features of her bony face made her look even more serious and intense than she was, smugly prideful and loud. Imposing and scary as she might seem, there was a true paragon of virtue behind those pallid blue eyes, right? Right.
·— Species | Faction —·
Durmand Priory Charr, no Legion association
·— Profession | Class —·
Priory Magister, Guardian
·— Birthplace | Home —·
Southern Ascalon born, living in Lornar's Pass
·— Age | Height | Weight —·
44 years old, 10'3 (3.12 m), 1200 lbs (540 kg)
·— Physiognomy | Shape —·
Squarish, angular. Extremely tall and thick, brawny, broad.
·— Romantic Attraction | Sexuality —·
Polyromantic Pansexual
·— Pronouns | Gender Expression —·
she/her, woman
Large. Even for a charr, Maara was a damn big specimen. Having sprouted into a tall and gangly beast back in her fahrar days, she only built up bulk since. Meaty, dense core with squarish and broad frame commanded presence and her impressive height and tendency to stand straight made her imposing and scary looking. All of this was covered in a pelt of short and coarse white hairs that grew ever so slightly fuzzier in the abdominal and other softer regions. Her hide was striped in a soft grey and marred with blotches of darker skin and brutal scarring that gave away some of her history.
Crowning her big noggin was a pair of backswept greathorns with an incomplete eye, and as proud as they were they didn't seem like they had much use past that. Her angular leonine muzzle was elongated and somewhat bony, with slowly more apparent signs of aging creeping in. On the sides, smaller cheekhorns. Akin to her thin lips, the nose was grey and speckled pink in places. Such defined aspects of her face emphasized those intense pallid blue eyes that fixated on points of interest with clear focus.
Not all of it was in the apperance, of course. Maara had a distinctly overconfident and authoritative note to her personality and it showed in her typical bearing, always one to be loud and in your face. Most often however, she simply came across as overly serious and intense, with a furrowed brow on the already fairly angular features of her face. Despite this intensity and smug pride, Maara was a kind and protective person who would easily drop everything if someone was in genuine need. A true paragon of virtue... yeah, right.
Tank of a Charr | Vocal Fry | Serious and Authoritative | Never Relaxed? | Pact Officer |
Absolutely massive in every sense of the word, this towering charr was built different. Body corded in densely packed muscle and plenty supporting fat to give her actual strength. Her big and powerful limbs are where that was the most obvious. | A rather consistent characteristic of her voice, this charr had a tendency to sound raspy and creaky in her delivery. | There was a distinct intensity in her posture and bearing as well as an almost constant little scowl on her thin lips that some would call a resting bitch face, giving her an imposing and authoritative look. It was more of a natural quality as it persisted even when it wasn't most appropriate. | Always a bit tense and stiff looking, she seemed to be perpetually geared for action even when she claimed to be relaxed and comfortable. It was probably a quality that was beaten in by years of Legion duty behind her. | Most of the time, her allegiance to the Pact and the Durmand Priory was clearly displayed on a suitably stone blue leather patch attached to her outfit or armor. It was embroidered in gold with her Magister rank as a flourish. |