Descended from Celestials, nearly all Aasimar possess an unearthly beauty, and many stand taller than their human kin.
Song Wei, standing at 6'5", is no exception, yet somehow, she is. Her skin is paler than moonlight on still water, her eyes as silver as sea foam. Even when perfectly still, her willowy form moves with the quiet grace of snow drifting through cedar branches. Unique among her kind her every motion carries the effortless poise granted only to the divinely touched.
Her feathered hair, white as fresh snow but shimmering faintly with the iridescence of mother-of-pearl, tumbles in soft waves, lighter than dandelion fluff in a winter breeze. Some say it looks like starlight. But these are only words, poor things, really. No language can truly capture such gifts whispered into being by the Goddess herself.