Cold grey eyes, clear as sparkling ice chips set in a face as white and smooth as the driven snow, and as hard as the Icefang mountains themselves.

Purposeful and precise, she shows a clear disdain for those around her, an unwavering gaze as piercing as the winter winds and as warm.


Human
Late 30's or more
Otherwise, what she wears, carries and how she looks is how she is.

lights: the usual no-no's apply
other than try to be reasonable

many have dared, most have failed.