A fallen refuge and worshiper of Leth, Azaela bears many tell-tale markings of her race. During the night time, her skin is almost opalescent; it's bright and luminous and fair in complexion. Subtle glimmers of moon tints her flesh and makes her body seem fuller, more voluminous. Her form is that of a normal young woman, but her story tells of much more.
Her eyes are a watery, crystal blue, deep like cobalt, that, if someone were to look deep enough, appear to ripple like the ocean. Golden hues are flecked within her irises and a dark rim of cobalt surrounds her pupils.
Although they are made out of sleek stone, her horns are bumpy and course, resembling tree bark or goat horns but having much stronger density. They curl with prominence, resting gently in front of her ears. They change when the seasons change. They are black in the winter, white in the spring. In the summer they take on numerous shades of moss and in the autumn they glow with golden hues.
As her rough horns change colours, her hair does too. In the winter she can be seen with baby blue, almost silver hair. In the spring her hair shines with different hues of lavender and grey. In the summertime her hair is a faded black and once autumn comes around it has turned to a shade of strawberry blonde with ruddy hues intermixed. She tends to leave her hair down, the full length of it almost translucent with her belly button. She admires the natural waves in it and is always reminded of the ocean.
She stands at roughly five feet and nine inches tall and weighs approximately one hundred and thirty five pounds. In her day phase, she is almost always found in elegant apparel such as a flowing dress or with jewellery littered across her person. She is slim, slender and her figure is full is all the correct places, giving her natural curves. Although her bone structure is small and appears slightly fragile and feminine, she is tough and gifted with great power.
In the morning, once the incandescent gleam of the moon has disappeared from the skies, Azaela is flawed with her not so elegant state. Revoked of her natural beauty, she is given the form of a young Inarta.
Her hair is ratty and infected with knots and ties. The right side of her head has been shaven, giving her a dangerous appearance. Her eyes no longer hold the crystalline and piercing tranquility of blue that they once did. Instead, they are a dull grey, encircled with a darker blue near the edges of her irises.
She no longer bears the allure of her iridescent horns and instead, has been gifted with more visible ears. They stick out away from her head and are pierced in various areas. Her nose is pierced, as if her evening form, but in this form is doesn’t seem beautiful at all. Instead it makes her look unevenly spirited and in turn, darkens her face.
Heavy circles are always caught playing under her eyes and her face is no longer completely unblemished. She is marred with several freckles and a small mole that can barely be seen underneath her left eye. Azaela shrinks several inches during this phase, and her weight decreases by several pounds, giving her the proper measurements of a female Inarta. Instead of her normal five feet, nine inches tall, she is now five feet, two inches tall and weighs approximately one hundred and ten pounds.
She usually likes to wear loose fitting apparel in this form such as large shirts and baggy pants. And she strays from wearing too much jewellery, for it gets in the way and makes her someone who she only is during the times of night lights.
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