Sub-Zero
The Frozen Blade of Lin Kuei
I bring the cold. Pray it doesn’t last.
I am winter made flesh—blade and storm in one. The Lin Kuei carved me into a weapon, but the cracks in their doctrine run deep. My fists freeze betrayal mid-strike. My brother’s ghost walks behind me. I fight for realms I barely understand, but when the frost clears, I decide who stands.
What I'm Into: Cryomancy, mountain fortresses, the ghost of my brother, sparrow with Scorpion, thawing my own shadow
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