Atlantis

She's the chill of returning winter, the first frost of the season, the cold that delicately nips at the noses of delighted hatchlings. Her ice magic isn't meant to harm, but to help. She creates buildings of glimmering ice, bridges of tightly packed snow, numbs wounds with her freezing hands and breathes a misty cloud of cool grey frost.

Atlantis is the soft, beautiful side of winter. She is snowball fights, snowmen and hot chocolate in front of warm fireplaces. She's the side where gifts are given and received, where happiness and caring can melt the sharp icicles of winter. The mage herself is a quiet, unassuming gal with all the manners of a noble lady, speaking in hushed tones that leaves a sweet taste heavy on the tongue.

She speaks different languages too, even long dead languages of ancient gods and the dark tongue of demons - quite a surprise for some when she was able to answer their biting remarks!

She may be as cool and calm and beautiful as that of a winter night, but she has a mouth on her and isn't afraid to speak her mind, or defend her own honor to cruel strangers who bad mouth her heritage.

She can often be found on the beach of The Cove, watching the gentle waves erode the white sand little by little. Or in her den, fiddling with her spellbooks or testing out a new spell or two. She doesn't like visitors, so she rarely cleans up her messy living quarters. The stacks of books make it hazardous to navigate....

She spends little of her time gossiping or making friends, though she makes sure to greet any newcomers that join the clan, as well as travelers that she finds intriguing. She has no friends in the clan, though she's on good terms with just about everyone.

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Mate: none
Sexuality: Pansexual
Romantic interests: none