Or at least, this is what he looks like when he is looking to intimidate people as his typical appearance is unremarkable. Bland features, toned without being remarkable muscular, and of ambiguous race. If asked about this he will simply state that: “When you can look like anyone sometimes it is best to look like no one.”
Backstory: The human, or perhaps more accurately entity, known as The Sculptor of Flesh or just The Sculptor might not actually be from Azeroth. He certainly seems to have an appalling lack of knowledge of the history, locales, races, and cultures. Still, that doesn’t seem to stop him from doing whatever he likes. 

The solid facts about The Sculptor are as follows: He is a mage, he specializes in transmutation and transfiguration magic, he likes women, he is ambivalent about the race as long as it is a woman, he enjoys cheese. Beyond that no one can really say for certain just who he is or where he came from but if asked he will share a story, not always the same story, but this is the most common variation.

There once was a boy who was very dissatisfied with the world. To him, everything seemed wanting, everything could be improved and made better. He tried to express this through art to create works of beauty that reflected what was in his mind but this was unsatisfying. He would sculpt something perfect but it would be missing something a vital spark that made it alive.
Determined to fix this problem he decided to study the arts of magic so he could animate his statues to live. But even when he could create a golem, it was still lacking. It could move but not in the way that he saw it in his mind. But he worked day after day, night after night trying to improve to make something so perfect that once it was animated it would be as the real thing. 

Before he knew it he was an old man and he’d yet to reach his goal. His magic couldn’t prolong his life and he’d yet to make something perfect so he researched again, in a furious rush trying to find someway to fix his problem. Eventually, he realized the issue was not with skill but with material, the only thing that would truly move as flesh did was flesh. But being able to sculpt flesh was a skill set he did not have time to learn unless… Well there are worse reason to make a deal with a devil, although he probably shouldn’t have chosen the Prince of Lust. Oh well, live and learn.
 

Race: Blood Elf

Height: 5’ 6”

Weight: 110 lbs

Role: Switch

Sexuality: Bisexual

Home: Orgrimmar

Birthplace: Silvermoon City

Age:  212

Physical Description: Ashanaria, while starting as a stereotypical lithe and whispy blood elf, has been transformed through lust and dark magic to the voluptuous embodiment of sexuality she is today. Her breasts, hips, and ass are all unnaturally large for a blood elf while her frame remains petite, which attracts many curious glances from passers by. Her long, luxurious hair is golden and shines in the sun while her eyes burn green with the fires of lust and desire.

Tattoos,Piercings,Ect: Two simple ear piercings contain two large golden hoop earrings

Backstory: Ashanaria began her journey not as a her, but as a he: Asharan the priest. Prior to traveling to the western continent, Asharan was a humble neophyte working in his temple to the light when most of the inhabitants were slaughtered by remnants of Arthas’s undead army, including his mentor Aramathes. Vowing to avenge his mentor and fellow priests, he sought aid and strength from Silvermoon but received none. Refusing to be disheartened, he travelled to Orgrimmar to seek help from the mighty orc and troll shamans, but he was once again turned away, as the Horde’s resources were already stretched thin.(edited)
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However, while packing to leave Orgrimmar, Asharan met a traveling orc shaman, Ikkath, who listened to his story intently and offered his own form of help: the power to avenge his fallen companions but at a steep price - his freedom....and his manhood. Willing to accept anything at this point, Ash accepted Ikkath’s offer and soon found his body twisting and contorting, leaving him as a beautiful young blood elf woman. 

Now Ashanaria, the young priestess found herself helplessly attracted to the shaman and his massive orc manhood, spending the first 15 minutes of her new life on her knees worshipping a new god - long and thick. Although she was enslaved by his power and lust, her own powers began to grow after each service, but twisting from her old teachings into something dark and primal, something fed from lust and pleasure. Her body quickly began to change to meet her growing appetite for pleasures of the flesh, completing her transformation into Ikkath’s dark priestess.

Strengths: mastery over multiple divine and shadow magics, minor mind control, mind manipulation, shadow manifestation, unnatural beauty, heightened sexual stamina and resilience, absorbs power through sex acts

Weaknesses: subservient to a master, people pleaser, pleasure seeker, gluttonous sexual appetite, physically weak, beauty attracts attention 

Kinks: TG, loves anal, loves oral, loves using shadow magic as strap-on, breast expansion, huge cocks, lots of cum, cum play, cock worship, teasing, dirty talk, skimpy outfits, high heels

Limits: bathroom, full animal TF, extreme violence / gore, heavy BDSM, underage, weight gain

Owns/Is Owned by: Ikkath (orc shaman)

Physical Description: Ikkath is a young well built Orc. While most of his Shaman brethren were looking to control the elements through gestures and waving of hands,Ikkath took to letting the heat of battle guide the elements. Finding success in harnessing his control over them through battle cries and swinging of his powerful axes. Wearing metal armor and swinging around large axes has left the Orc in peak fighting condition. Looking up to par as a mating partner as a warrior that decided to leave magic behind him.

Tattoos,Piercings,Ect: Ikkath has the story of the Frostwolf clan tattooed all across his upper body,starting at his neck,going down both of his long arms and going down as far as his crotch just above his cock. The black ink covers both of his ass cheeks and his thighs.

Weapons of Choice: Two axes crafted by the expert blacksmith in Warspear. The back of the blades show a wolf baring his teeth with the blade leaving its parted mouth and showing that wolf’s bark is as bad as its bite. 

Backstory: Ikkath was born from a small hut tribe off on the outskirts of Warblade. From a young age he had a fire burning in him. It was something that the tribe’s head shaman took a notice to. The boy had a rage that could scare a Tauren half way to Orgrimmar and a bite that could knock a Foresaken’s head clean off and make it unable to be placed or stitched back into place perfectly. This lead the man to take an interest in him. Wishing to harness the fire before it took the potential soldier’s life away. Ikkath trained. Day and night. Not out a desire to grow in power but as an outlet for his untold frustrations. He did everything he could to try and make the fire burning in his belly stop,but no matter how exhausted he left his body. The fire burned.(edited)
When basic fighting and combat found no end the head shaman took to casting. And for a time it worked. Two years Ikkath stood and trained with his teacher. Waving his hands around and calling it idiotic up until his motions would cast a fire larger than any other of his students. It was then that he knew. The fire was more than just a feeling. Ikkath pushed himself. Finding solace in the idea of some day finding a way to control the fire within him. While Ikkath started off strong. His casting would not become anything more than a powerful display. The boys anger and his desire for something more left him unfocused. Unwilling. Something a castor could never be. Frustration grew. Ikkath’s anger only grew knowing that he was close to removing the feeling he carried and took two axes left behind by those that took to the art. Ikkath began to swing them at the nearest training dummy however the moment he swung it was not the sound of metal hitting metal that he heard. He heard the sound of the axe connect with the metal pole holding the dummy upright,but what followed was the sounds of flames as the hay in the dummy caught fire. It was then that Ikkath knew there was more to the fire inside him. He left his home and his master finding that only he could lead himself down his path. Taking the dangers of the world head on and doing anything in his might to control his flame.
As time passed Ikkath began to harness his strength. Taking on the role of enhancing his strength and desire for combat. As he grew in age and experience he headed to Orc capitol in search of work and came across a helpless Blood elf. Alone. Much like he ended. The only thing that made him different was that he was not strong enough to carry himself. The Orc saw the insignia that most of the Blood elf healers carried around,around his neck and saw a way to take advantage. He made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. After hearing his sob story and knowing just how badly he desired power he made him a deal. Ikkath had a potion he found in a snake queen’s lair. No note beside it. No label. If he drank the potion and lived he would teach him how to become strong. To his surprise the elf drank it and what followed no one expected. The Orc saw the priest become a priestess before his very eyes and knew that she would be following him. However Ikkath made certain she knew that she would follow but not as his equal. He forced the priestess on her knees and forced cock in mouth. In front of others of his kind and those in town seeking work, Ikkath made them watch as the priestess sucked cock like cheapest whore in Orgrimmar and swallowed like a cum dump happy to serve. Her desires only grew in his company. While Ikkath was not a castor,he taught her the basics that his teacher taught him,seeing that those who focused could gain the power and control. Ikkath made sure to remind the Elf that his lessons and his protection were not free. Stealing her virginity outside on an outpost surrounded by soldiers of the Horde. Fucking her ass raw in the middle of a farmstead in front of the farmland owner and only fueling her newfound powers with his cum. To this day this priestess follows in toe behind him. Eager to aid him. And even more eager to milk his cock.
Strengths: Well built and powerful Orc,Fights with the power of the elements and his powerful Orcish body,has the ability to take control from the enemy. Be it physically or not.
Weaknesses: Gave up a potential prowess in casting at a young age,fights battles as if it were his last,continues fights even if it means his end.

Kinks and Limits: https://www.f-list.net/c/Geo RP

Owns: @Ashanaria

Since that time, she has decided to hone her skills and defend those who can't defend herself. Due to the attitudes of the other Elves in the battle for Suramar, she has developed a hatred for Night Elves and a loathing for High Elves. On occasion, she can be seen walking a young night elf slave girl around Silvermoon. 
(still working on it)

Strengths: Strong willed, stubborn, experienced warrior
Weaknesses: 
Kinks: Likes rope and torture
Limits: No scat 
Owns/Is Owned by: No one yet