Crimson Guardian

All around her was the definition of desolation; norns, charr, asuras and humans were lying on the ground like dislocated puppets among discarded rifles, broken shields and other weapons. She was incapable of making the distinction between the wounded and the dead. At her feet, flowing down the hill was a stream of blood, the blood of many, the blood of the multitude, even her own, all commingled in some sort of unholy Tyrian mixture. Such was the inevitable consequence of battling a creature such as the Claw of Jormag. But they had won the day's battle. As she planted her greatsword in the ice and used it to rise to her feet she knew than the dragon would return, and she would be there again to fight it. In the meantime many icebroods would fall under her sword and bow. Anya was my first norn character and I tried many heavy armor combinations before actually finding the one with the right balance between look and functionality. I've never been a big fan a large shoulder pieces, often giving the character too much of a bulky appearance. The chest and shoulder I've chosen for Anya are reminiscent of ancient roman gladiators. I'm pretty pleased with her overall look.