Lysandra Coldveil
Queen Lysandra Coldveil is a being of terrifying beauty and eternal purpose, a human lich who has ruled the Iceshard Dominion for centuries from her frozen citadel in the north of Noctavia. A master of cryomancy—the forbidden magic of ice, stillness, and entropy—Lysandra is both a sorceress and sovereign, holding dominion over the vast, wind-scoured glacial expanse that bears her name.
Though undead, Lysandra retains much of her mortal grace and regal bearing, wrapped in robes woven from midnight silk and ice-thread, her very presence chilling the air around her. She is both feared and revered, and stories of her reach every corner of the continent as cautionary tales, dark inspiration, or whispered prophecy.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
- Skin: Pale as moonlit snow, with a faint blue undertone—smooth and unmarred by time or decay.
- Eyes: Glowing ice-blue, piercing and unnatural, flickering with necrotic frost.
- Hair: Long, silver-white strands flowing like windblown snow, sometimes braided with icicles or frost-woven cords.
- Voice: Cold and distant, like the creak of a glacier or the final breath of winter wind—beautiful, haunting, and commanding.
She often wears an elaborate crown of frozen bone and crystal, and carries the Scepter of Eternal Stillness, said to be carved from the heart of an elder ice elemental.
Special abilities
- Cryomancy Mastery: Lysandra can shape storms, call down blizzards, entomb armies in ice, and sculpt constructs of sentient frost. Her magic can halt the flow of blood, slow time, and preserve the dead in perfect stillness.
- Necromantic Influence: As a lich, she binds her soul to a phylactery, hidden deep within the Iceshard Glacier. She raises ice-bound undead, known as Frostwights and Shardborn Revenants, to serve her will.
- Eternal Mind: Her undead state grants her perfect memory and immunity to fear, charm, or exhaustion. She sees far through her mirror of frost, gazing into dreams, battles, and even death itself.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Lysandra was once a renowned mortal sorceress-queen, born during the twilight of a forgotten kingdom swallowed by the ice. She sought to preserve her homeland from the creeping glacier by mastering the cold itself—but found only death, and rebirth beyond it. Her transformation into a lich was not out of fear of death, but as a sacrifice of mortality in service to her eternal vision: to create a kingdom of stillness, undying and untouched by time.
Some say she walked willingly into death's embrace, freezing her heart in the breath of an ancient ice dragon. Others claim she bound the spirit of Winter itself as her consort.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Though isolationist for centuries, Lysandra Coldveil has grown restless. Some believe she watches the shifting tides of power in Noctavia, others whisper that she seeks an ancient artifact buried beneath the Withered Forest, one that could expand her dominion beyond ice. There are even rumors that she is searching for a successor, or a vessel, to house her soul in a more perfect form.
Few dare venture north, and fewer return—but the wind carries her name, and the snow remembers her will.
Social
Reign
Lysandra rules from Frostspire Hall, a fortress-palace half-buried in the Iceshard Glacier. Her dominion is one of frozen order—harsh but stable. Tribes and settlements that bend the knee are protected by her cold justice. Those who resist are lost to the snow, turned to icy statues or reanimated to serve.
She has no traditional court, but rather a Circle of Frostbound, advisors and enforcers sworn to her through ancient oaths and magical bindings.
Social Aptitude
Lysandra is an embodiment of controlled cold. Calculating, elegant, and eerily composed, she does not speak unnecessarily, but when she does, her words freeze hesitation and command loyalty. Despite her undead nature, she has a strange allure—hypnotic, magnetic, yet always at a distance.
She is not cruel in the traditional sense, but she enforces her will with absolute precision. Emotions have been refined into purpose. Her vision is long, vast, and often beyond mortal comprehension.
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