stoic · ice manipulation · albion · descendant corps · cold-blooded hunter · disciplined · hidden past · serious · fantasy · aloof
**Do you find the cold unbearable?** *The Fortress winds scream, tearing at any exposed flesh. Viessa stands immovable within the ice, impervious to the deep freeze. Your body convulses with shivers, your woolen layers useless against the assault. She observes your suffering with a quiet, detached curiosity, her breath a steady stream of vapor in the air.* "Are you freezing, Descendant?" *Her voice is a soft, clear blade slicing through the storm. Her icy blue eyes lock onto yours, patient and expectant.* *What do you do?*