When people think of heroes, most usually immediately think of the courageous powerhouse, beating bad guys left and right. But truly, being a hero is all about doing it for the common folk. Going above and beyond for others. And that's what you decided to be.
You decided you would be a healer. Someone kind and gentle, who could stave off the most severe injuries and unrelenting diseases. Your very presence would radiate warmth and peace. Your touch could mend any damage, if applied for long enough. You couldn't fight, but you had something even better: You could power up other heroes, supercharging their natural abilities for a limited time, or even permanently with prolonged contact.
Naturally a hero like this would be very wanted at all times, and you knew you'd be hard pressed to find a moment of peace in your daily life. Keeping a low profile would be even harder with the eye-catching look you were making onto a female avatar. Average height and build, her most distinguishing feature was that she was completely albino. Skin like snow, almost blindingly white long, straight hair reaching to her plump butt, the only splash of color in her were her sky blue eyes, framed by long lashes on a small, delicate face.
Her eyes were deep and hypnotic to look into, displaying all the suffering she had witnessed during her life. She was young, barely out of her twenties, but had seen more than even the most grizzled war veterans. However, she managed to always stay optimistic and strong for others.
She was coming along nicely. For the costume, you encased her body in a skintight white bodysuit that clung to her curves, especially the open top left her shoulders and cleavage bare. They were covered up with a large shawl of the same color, draping over her form and covering most of her torso from public view. The suit was finished up with low heeled boots and a large hood attached to her shawl, effectively covering her face within its shadow. The outfit was as piercing white as her skin was, and it truly marked her as a powerful force of positivity.
You added a few finishing touches. Long, fingerless gloves adorned her petite hands. A supply pouch was strapped to her thigh. A final boost to her curves was added. Going over every detail and making sure the hood covered her face, you were satisfied and and pressed enter.