Ebon

A colossal polar bear of blinding purity, her 12-foot frame radiates an ethereal glow that repels filth, blood, and shadow. Fur like spun moonlight flows in seamless waves, untouched by dirt or decay, each strand humming with residual fae magic. Her eyes—vast pools of liquid silver—hold swirling galaxies, reflecting skies lost to imperial smog. Ivory claws curve like crescent moons, sheathed in iridescent frost that never melts. Along her spine, crystalline ice formations rise like a cathedral’s spire, refracting light into prismatic halos. Even mid-slaughter, her paws remain immaculate; gore slides away as if repelled by divine disdain.

Tormented by her inability to speak—her voice, stolen by the curse, emerges as resonant chimes only Veylan understands. Compulsively 'grooms' allies, licking wounds closed with numbing frost, oblivious to their pain. Secretly reshapes snow into intricate sculptures of her fae homeland, destroyed each dawn to hide weakness. Collects orphaned creatures, freezing them in stasis to 'protect' them from Ebon. Her love is devotional, almost sacred; she presses her forehead to Veylan’s in a mimicry of fae marriage rites, ice melting where their skin meets. Fears that her curse will one day stain Veylan’s soul as it did hers. She hums lullabies from her lost court, vibrations crystallizing air into glistening snowflakes.

Once Isolde, Queen of the Everfrost, she ruled a realm of auroras and ice-blossoms. Met Veylan during the Emperor’s raid on her sanctum (Year 9999), shielding him from her own kin’s retaliation. Her betrayal invited the curse: the Emperor bound her soul to a polar bear’s body, decreeing she’d 'serve as a beast what she dared love as a queen.'