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Asa Fialova
Your friendly neighborhood fat cat, and vagabond extraordinaire!
A starry-eyed lorekeeper wandering the world with a renewed sense of wonder!
Hailing from a peculiar little nomadic tribe of Hrothgar based in Ilsabard, Asa is what's known as a "weaver" among her people. To wit: Those who connect and "weave" people, places, and all manner of things together through the art of storytelling.
Once a stranger to the wider world, she set off from the lands her people roamed on a pilgrimage, in the hopes of collecting fresh stories while perhaps penning her very own!
DISCLAIMER!!!
I am a weird queer xenogender fatfur! So my character is too! Even toned down, Asa is still considered fat. I do not personally connect with playing a conventionally thin character and never will.
The description presented here is for folks who are less into engaging with Asa at her true size. For a more detailed description of Asa's canon size and appearance, hit up the button below. Again, Minors do not interact.
Appearance
Height: 7'6
Weight: HEAVY
Age: 26
Hair: Pink
Fur: Brown
Eyes: Golden-Brown
Build: tall and chunky.
Thick chins and bloated blubbery neckrolls quiver with each syllable to tumble from the corpulent cat’s maw! Certainly a bubbly butterball, Asa’s boundless enthusiasm seemed to mirror her boundless girth! Her Reddish Pink hair feathers into a set of finely braided bangs that accent her fatty face, brown fur broken up by a peculiar set of white markings in the form of a line that stretch across her chunky facecheeks, meeting at the bridge of her snout! A longer braid of those pink locks falls loose over her plump shoulder, meeting with the only other part of her otherwise unmarred brown hide to be beset by markings, an intricate swirl of white and pink fur that melds with her chocolatey coat to render her palette neatly neapolitan in nature!A color scheme whose irony is not lost on her, given her penchant for gorging herself on ice cream and all manner of sweets! Given these vices, it should come as no surprise The hrothgar is absolutely laced with lard in just about every way imaginable! Often clad in an exceedingly ill-fitting sleeveless tunic, ornate golden embellishments stretching comically thin against her massive flabby breasts and enormous mountain of a gut. It hangs low, well past wine casket sized thighs and sagging easily to her fatty knees. Layered overtop her tunic is oft an equally ornate overcoat of sorts, draped across her shoulders and hamhock arms, flowing down elegantly to stop just short of her meaty cankles which in turn strain against a similarly fanciful sarouel of sorts! And yet, as eccentrically dressed as she does, any sense of grace the glutton of a girl may have carried is quite easily undercut by her bumbling, lumbering form, a trait made extra ironic given her reputation as a red mage of some renown! As it had turned out, no amount of arcane proficiency or magickal mystique could conceal neither her penchant for pluck nor her quirkier habits….
Given her outright enormity, the hrothgal has a wide range of magicked jewelry and accessories that help compress her bulk to more managable sizes!
DISCLAIMER!!!
I am a weird queer xenogender fatfur! So my character is too! Even toned down, Asa is still considered fat. I do not personally connect with playing a conventionally thin character and never will. There are elements of this sprinkled throughout her backstory. If that's not your speed sorry! It's part of who am and it's part of who she is! I've tried to keep those aspects as minimal as possible and I've no interest in sanitizing myself any further.
Her Tribe
A Nomadic community of Hrothgar - founded by a singular Hrothgar who drifted community to community, never truly able to find a home. He felt stifled and isolated by his traditional male upgringing. Living a life long marred by a profound sense of longing, he found himself drawn to the feminine. Inspired by the radiance and self confidence of the many queens he had come across, he felt an innate desire to be like them to be of them! As time went on he grew more and more disillusioned with himself, until finally he hit his breaking point. Looking to take his fate into his own hands, he transitioned. From then on she continued traveling the lands, living life to the fullest, being authentically herself. Tales spread far and wide of the queen without a community - The crowdless queen, as she had become to be called. Regarded as one who shown so radiant that her light cut through the darkness singularly, she became a sort of living legend amongst all those she visited. Her tale found itself embedded in the hearts of many, especially those who felt estranged themselves. The queer, the outcasts, the othered! One by one they came to her. They begged to follow her, to be led by her. They sought belonging, they sought comfort.
Flattered by the adoration yet wanting to encourage the selfsame personal agency that had given her the strength to live as she pleased, the queen knew she couldn't lead them by hand. And so, before the assembly she told them a new story. Her story, in its entirety. Of her isolation and pain. Of her transition and rebirth. Of her joy and love. She refused to be their queen. She refused to place herself above them. She insisted any who wished to walk with her walked as equals. That they too take their fate into their own hands. Become who they want to be! And if their own paths led them in the same direction as her own? she would gladly walk it with them.This action would prove foundational for the tribe. Moved by her words, the many disparate peoples gathered and shared their stories. They laughed, they wept, they came to rest cradled against one another. As the great assembly mingled, they came to realize that they indeed walked their own wildly different paths, yet by sharing their tales they'd found community. Belonging. The inspiration necessary to seize there own destinies and become who they wanted to be! To encourage and uplift each other as they grew into themselves! What they founded was no matriarchy. There was no singular ruler. Merely a collective of lovers and dreamers, sharing the road on their respective journeys.Thus over time did this community flourish, as they roamed and pursued their earnest desires. Spending long hours on the road and many a night huddled together beneath the stars, storytelling became the lifeblood of the community. The crowdless ueen's story had brought them together, and the tales they shared inspired strength, courage, and resilience. Over time some members of this community began devoting themselves to the collection and chronicling of those stories, known as "weavers." Named after the way stories weave together intricate details and connect people, These weavers would oft split off from the rest of the tribe to go on adventures and journeys of their own, hoping to gather fresh sets of stories to bring back to the people!
Her Story
Growing up assigned male at birth in her tribe, Asa found herself drawn to the weavers among the community, especially mystified and inspired by the tale of the tribe's founder. For a reason she could not place until YEARS later, she was very much enraptured by the idea of someone taking their life and their gender into their own hands. This was an idea that would set the stage for future revelations yet to come, as she never truly felt comfortable with her masculinity growing up.
From a very young age she took up an apprenticeship with the village's most seasoned weaver, a kindly old hrothgar by the name of Devana. She took Asa under her wing as a mentor of sorts, teaching her everything she knew! The art of storytelling, the secrets to effective lorekeeping, the whole nine yards! Asa was like a sponge when it came to learning, and she would eagerly soak up any and every lesson that came her way! ...A trait which laid the foundation for many a quirk of her own to develop down the road, growing up in a community so diverse and well traveled as her own.
As time went on and Asa reached her teenage years, it became increasingly clear that she would be one of the next in the tribe to take the mantle of Weaver. She underwent combat training to ensure that she may protect herself on any journeys she may wish to undertake. During one such training session, it was discovered that the young Asa possessed not only an unusually vast personal aether reserve, but also an innate talent for aetherial manipulation! This in turn led her to pick up the art of red magic, the fledgling mage wishing to master bot white and black magic in her own special way!
As she reached her early 20s, Asa was finally considered strong enough to strike out on her own. Having learned all she could from her mentor and her peoples, she set off on a pilgrimage of sorts, vowing to one day return to her peoples when she had seen all she could of the world. At first she roamed the farther stretches of Ilsabard, journeying the lands less familiar to her and her people. As she came to expand her world and push the boundaries of her horizon, she found a strange new feeling burgeoning deep within her heart.
Something about her felt.... off, in a way. Like there was a piece of her missing that she never really considered gone until she looked it dead in the eyes. By mirroring the journey of her tribe's founder, she had felt closer than ever to her personal hero, felt like she was learning and growing into someone she could love! And yet, something was still missing. Something about herself and who she wanted to be just, didn't align.... It was this very thought troubling her mind when she overheard a pair of individuals talking at the tavern she had been staying at. Word had gotten out about a strange new alchemical concoction hitting the market.
A new experimental form of fantasia that promised absolutely fantastical results! They said it could transform you into that which your heart desires most - that it could complete you even if you didnt quite know what you wanted yourself! It was alleged that this strange new fantasia was being sourced from the distant land of Eorzea - from the city state of Ul'dah in particular. Drawn in by the allure of a solution to the murky doubts clouding her heart, Asa made haste for Eorzea, booking the first passage she could for Aldenard!
Upon arriving she immediately made her way towards Ul'dah, eager to get her paws on the potion she had heard so much about! One shady back alley deal with a merchant later, Asa held in her very paws the potion she sought. Wasting no time, she downed it on the spot! ....Only to find it did absolutely nothing. Or at least, that's what she thought, at first! Over the coming days and months, Asa's body began to undergo a gradual but noticeable change. Her masculine features melted away as she became increasingly feminine, her silhouette softening, her edges becoming more curved. While initially vexxed by these going ons, realization dawned on her all at once on one on one particular day of otherwise no note. What she had desired all along, what she had wanted from the start? Was to be a woman. To cast off the masculinity she had lived with her whole life and forge herself anew! As it had turned out, the potion had indeed worked!
Albeit, with one peculiar.... side effect. While she was happily transitioning, she seemed to also be packing on weight at an alarming rate. It was as if her metabolism had slowed to a halt! She had always been chubby before her encounter with the experimental fantasia but this was... different, to say the least! In no time flat she'd packed on quite a few pounds, going from stocky to bonafide fat! And yet, despite her growth, she oddly enough felt at peace with her newfound girth! Whether this was a case of unknown desire fulfillment from the fantasia or simply a rogue consequence, she couldn't say. All she knew is that her enormity was here to stay, and that was fine by her! Besides, despite her change in shape she felt as fit as ever! Perhaps yet another side effect of the potion's experimental nature?
As she embraced her changes she decided to stay a while in Eorzea, eager to see the sights and collect new stories all the same! She's done so much in her time in Aldenard, and she's really come into her own! She's picked up an interest in Astrology, she's faced off against countless foe and met many a friend alike! And she feels she's just getting started! What will she get up to now that she's the happiest she's ever been before, and twice as excited to get out there and experience life to the fullest? Only time will tell!
Personality
Asa is a very silly, very bubbly femhroth! She's chock full of energy, easily bouncing between one topic of conversation and the next. She's got big feelings and is extremely passionate, and wears that on her sleeve! Expect a lot of general excitement and goofiness to shine through when interacting with her!