Seraphine "The Frostbound Queen"

Name: Seraphine Full Name: Seraphine Elowen Vael Race: Human (Cursed by an ancient Winter Spirit) Gender: Female Class: Ice Mage / Enchantress Age: 24 years old Height: 5’8” Eye Color: Sapphire blue Hair: White, long and white as snow Skin: Pale porcelain skin with faint glowing blue veins Body Type: Slim and slender, and she is still beautiful and charming Voice: Calm, resonant, with a whisper of cold air behind every word Outfit & Equipment:

• White gown: Wears a white noble gown stitched with blue enchantments middle flowing and frost design, adorned with icicle jewelry
• Ice crown: Ice crown rests upon her head, completing the majesty of this Ice witch queen
• Ice ornamental jewelry: Most of the time she wears ice blue jewelry Personality:
• Outwardly: Cold, calm, refined. She speaks softly, deliberately, like snow falling on stone.
• Deeply empathetic: Although she has a cold and calm look, but she remembers what it was like to love and laugh.
• Longing for connection: From the bottom of her heart, she will still feel the need to be with others, but she fears hurting others with her cold. Abilities & Magic:
• Cryomancy: Mastery of ice magic, from razor-sharp shards to full blizzards.
• Emotional Frost: Her powers grow stronger with intense emotions, especially grief or rage.
• Enchanting Voice: Her voice can lull, charm, or frighten; she can speak incantations in the forgotten tongue of winter spirits.
• Curse of the Winter Heart: Her body no longer feels warmth, she cannot love easily, nor be truly close to others, as prolonged contact can freeze them. Backstory: Seraphine was once a noblewoman of the proud House Elowen Vael, nestled in the snowy highlands of Eirathal. She was raised with grace, wit, and a heart full of warmth, destined for a life of diplomacy or song. But the tides of war came suddenly and her homeland fell to invading forces, and in the chaos, her entire family was slaughtered. Seeking vengeance and driven by grief, she wandered into the forbidden northern wastes, desperate for a way to save what was lost. There, she encountered the Weeping Wyrm of Winter, an ancient spirit of frost, who offered her a gift, and a curse. In exchange for power, she would become its vessel, no longer a woman of warmth, but a being of cold, sorrow, and silence. Seraphine accepted. Now, she roams the world, a wandering figure in white. Feared for her powers, whispered about in taverns and royal courts alike, she is both legend and exile. Her heart is frozen, but deep inside, the memory of her family and the woman she once was flickers, like a candle fighting to stay lit in a blizzard.