Kasper Ke'tar

Marshal Kasper Ke'tar is a Marshal of the Grand Alliance. At twenty-six years old, she was pushed up the ranks by her superiors, Ashamal Shalah'aman and Johnathan Theristan. In her remarkable aptitude for both command and combat, she skyrocketed through the officer ranks to land her a comfortable position as a Marshal. Kasper, while sometimes too enthusiastic, is a capable leader and fighter.

Kasper was originally brought to light during her duties assigned to the March on the Highlands campaign, where she was first placed in command of offensive forces, opposite Theristan (who had commanded defensive). Kasper now serves as a member of the Marshal's Fist of the Fist of Redridge after her relief as regent of The Highguard.

Appearance
Kasper was the beacon of strength for the Alliance. In all needed to embody a Stormwind officer, she was beautiful, charming and, most of all, strong. While she wasn't a she-hulk of muscle, the dashing Marshal held prowess with her blade and bulwark. From head to heel, tanned skin bore the fruits of a long day, while still holding a feminine glow across every inch. Only to match, her caliginous brunette hair swept in natural curls, bouncing over her shoulderplates and sometimes over her eyes -- where she was quick to brush them aside.

Her face -- stunning. As stated, her tan never faultered, and in the swell of her eyes, a gracious ocean color contrasted with the color near anathema. While she was personally unaware with this contrast, it was like blue to red -- WAS blue to red. Her lips were a red brighter than most, which stood out markedly with her skin tone. They were slim, and not particularly plump, keeping an almost shy-ed appearance to them.

All in all, as far as facial features go, she wasn't ugly. She had her flaws with scratches once in a while, though there was nothing horrendous about her. She was nothing more than she was, and nothing less than she is. In all honestly, it could be easy to assume that in the cold duty of war, she may have earned a promotion that did not befit her -- simply off admiration.

As for her body? She was, as stated, a well of strength and combat prowess. The warrior of Team Redridge held her greatsword with honor, and the tip of it had never stained the blameless' blood. Her shoulders were ALMOST considered broad, again, maintaining a womanly charm. Her chest was hidden behind thick layers of cloth, then chain, then plate. Besides, who were you to look at an Alliance officer like that? Though, if it were any hint, the mold of the plate did not attach flatly to her. Curving down, her taut stomach held plenty of indication of muscle and strength.

Her hips curved out, while her sides curved inward. She had a figure, but she was in no way an hourglass. In the field of duty, she had no place being a piece of meat to look at. While she may have captured the glances of Orcs and Trolls alike, the last they'd see was her glistening smile past her decapitating edge. Her legs were one of the most toned features on her. Legs, back and shoulders were all very much a requisite to hoist massive plate up, and only even worse should she fall.

To sum the last of it up, her armor could be needed. She tended to wear the officer's uniform issued at Knight-Captain, or, given the season, her elite gladiator's armor, which tinted a different color than the commonfolk of combatants.

Brief History

 * Served as offensive commander during the March on the Highlands.
 * Held the defense for the retreat of Stromgarde.
 * Knighted Erolel as Sir Erolel The Iron Lumberjack.
 * Served as regent of the Highguard for Aeriyth Dawnsorrow in her absence.
 * Transferred from the Highguard to reinitiate the Fist of Redridge initiative.