Anastasia VanTassel
At first Glance:Ann is an incredibly pale Viera. Her hair as well naturally seemed to be pure white. Her lips always painted flat black, or glossy black.
Her eyes were that of a vibrant violet light, that was made all the more brilliant against the paleness of her hair and skin. Lately her eyes have been seen going totally white on their own, but it's as if she herself doesn't notice it happening. After a long enough time they start to glow like moons, before she snaps out of a daydream.To others of high aetheric senses, or those with extremely high sensitivity to others auras or souls, would indeed register there was more to this woman than met the mortal eye.The way she walked was very proper and elegant, but never in a strut or showing off way. A smooth and graceful stride being always mindful of the long flowing skirts she wore.Her voice ,however soft and gentle, might throw a few people off. Why would a Viera have such distinguished Ishgardian accent? Not the typical one either, she seemed as if she might have come from the very upper most class of Ishgardian society, but from a different age. Soft spoken as she usually was, quiet, but not shy. A -very- clear speaker, and one would never hear her using words or lingo from social hubs. She was quite old fashioned. If she ever swore in front of someone, someone really messed up with her.One would only ever see the Lady in long black dresses, gowns or skirts with some formal top. Very formal all the time, as if going to a fancy party, ball or meeting. A strong lavender perfume about her all the time, but subtle. What gems she wore were always clearly that of great antiquity in her bloodline. The kinds of things gleaners, or collectors, scholars or even other nobles would to dark deeds to get. Things that were thought lost to the calamity over seven years ago. Things that you could not get anymore, not for a small price at least.She was not often seen, but now and then one might see her in the Ul'dah streets at night, on her way to the Airship. Slowly walking with her pale hands folded over her lap. Savoring cooler winds making her skirts dance about her legs.The only other place she may be spotted, is her home city of Ishgard. Slow long walks usually in the dead of the coldest nights. Always walking alone and smoking from a long pipe.