Her voice the chilling crackle of ice, Her breath the flurry of winter's kiss -- Jadice of the Ice Plains is a Goddess to be admired, though you had best pack an extra cloak. She is a radiant immortal and stark white, with a faint rime of frost covering Her hardened skin. Gem-carved orbs the hue of a frozen sky spin within Her otherwise empty eye sockets; energy flickers within the faceted stone, shifting rapidly through spiralling waveforms and equations. A stern vigour infuses Her graceful movements and, though Her features are lovely, Her expression is cold, and Her lips are a harsh indigo compressed into a thin line. A light dusting of snow covers the cerulean, crystalline hair which cascades from atop Her head and twists into ornate fractal patterns. She is wearing a set of fractal-emblazoned bracers, a fur-trimmed cloak of indigo satin and a long gown of silvery silk.  - By Persayis