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- [color=white][big]❄ [/big][/color][color=cyan][big]Lissandra, the Ice Witch[/big][color=white][big] ❄[/big][/color]
- [color=blue][small]I will bury the world in Ice.[/small][/color][/color]
- [color=white][big]❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄[/big][/color]
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- [color=cyan][small]Profile coded by Leisha Kriss. <- She's awesome. Sincerely, Lady Liss.[/small][/color][collapse=An Evening with the Ice Dervish]
- [color=white]Oh how it was always a glorious time to come back from a victory. As triumphant as one could dream of being,
- after giving someone a proper thrashing out on the Fields. Lissandra, the Lady of the Frostguard, the Ice Dervish, emerged in
- the throneroom of her great Citadel. The massive expanse of ice, stone that cast over the glacier-riddled north of the
- Freljord. Far from Ashe, or Seljuani's rolling hills of snow, pine. Her harsh lands bred some of the tougher folk around, the
- numerous soldiers of her Frostguardian army standing test to that. How many years had it been now, since she'd been in
- power? Keeping her kingdom together, despite the constant threats from home, abroad. The fight in the Fields had been quite
- the delicious one. She always admired the look of fear on the faces of those she was about to crush. It was a part of the
- multiple sides to this woman. One day she is encouraging the warmth of her fellow Champions, allowing them the chance to
- relax snug upon her body within quite the lovely establishment. It was always quite lovely to feel the warmth of one's head
- snug upon her bosom, curious fingers wandering over cooled, silken flesh that they weren't allowed to have. Lissandra
- was unsure as to how she /was/ able to carry such emotions with her. Why would she not rip one's throat out, or freeze
- their very blood? All as punishment for such a silly, petty crime as squeezing upon her breasts. The thought of such actually
- brought a soft, pencil-thin smile to her plush, blue lips as she stood in the solitude of her bedchamber. The space was a vast,
- empty one (as far as people were concerned, anywhom) lined with several antique pieces of furniture. The chamber was set
- much like that of a Queen's. A richly-decorated boudoir was off to the left of a sizeable, four-posted bed done up in lush,
- royale-blue fabrics. She had stood behind the screen of the boudoir, peeling away the dirtied armor that covered her frame.
- This was a slow, agonizingly-careful task. The Lady often had to be easy with how she'd removed said armor, nicking one's
- self with the platemail was an often painful experience. Nothing a bit of healing magic could not fix, but doing such all of the
- time was plain troublesome. The first piece done away, was her breastplate. That had to go first off, as her precious bosom
- had not been able to breathe within the mass of metal. She took in a slow, wondrous breast that let her bust flex back, then
- forth. The heavy, cream-blue breasts heaving back, then forth with the action. By the Watchers, that was -- better. Much.
- Much better. The smile flush upon her lips grew, her body starting to finally relax itself off of the adrenaline high combat put
- her into. Once the breastplate was gone, her spaulders, underarmor came easily enough. Thin, nimble fingers working to
- undo various straps, latches that held on the cumbersome metal. With her height however, it was easy to reach over, plant the
- metal upon it's proper stand. Someone would tend to it later.
- When all was finally off of her frame, the Lady took her time with a bit of stretch before a full-length mirror. Her
- sight magic allowing her but the bare sight possible, to see what was before her, however it was certainly not enough.
- Lissandra stood in front of the mirror, nearly bare. All she'd kept on her frame was a soft, strapless black bra that did so very
- little to support her cups. If one peered just enough, they could see the pert nipples pressing to the fabric. So very small, for
- how large her breasts were. Whilst giving her shoulders a gentle, relaxing roll, she'd brought her own hands to her bosom.
- Letting her fingers slowly, sensually sink into the flesh. Her lips slowly easing open, as a gentle moan of pleasure left her, biting
- snug upon her lower lip. Unf. That was nice, wasn't it? She would have to tend to that growing pressure in time. Lissandra,
- with her hands snug upon her own bosom, barely able to get a single hand around either of the breasts, closed her scarred,
- blank eyes. A spell was thought up, projected into the next room. All she had to do now, was wait. One, two, three minutes,
- then a solemn knock upon her chamber door. A great mass of runic markings, metal, that only opened to her will.
- "Come in!" Came her echoing, sultry tone. Oh, wouldn't their reactions be utterly priceless? After all, what noblewoman
- asked their own servants to offer their opinions on their ruler's looks.
- The doorway slid open at the Lady's words, revealing a pair of her servants standing with their eyes wide. One was a fine,
- young woman by the name of Valdriel. A woman standing strong at a sizeable 6'. Long, waist-length blonde hair floating
- down her shoulders. Crisp, blue eyes as bright as a shining star. Quite the lovely girl. She had her hands politely folded
- underneath her bosom. Her entire frame covered in thick, billowing robes that flowed down her buxom frame like a cloak of
- fine fabric. Next to her was a recent addition to the Citadel's staff. A boy fresh from boyhood, from the city below, happy to
- secure work for himself. He could not have been older than nineteen, -- a mortal human, too! He was dressed in much the
- same attire, long, billowing robes right down to his ankles. The pair shuffled right over towards the curtain hiding Lissandra's
- figure. What they say when she pulled it back was simply-- unimaginable. She was standing there, half naked. A pair of black,
- silk panties clinging to wide, motherly hips. It was so snugly fit to the muscled 'V' of her hips as she stood with her arms folded
- in front of her mirror. Quietly humming to herself, as she waved the two over. Each of them were speechless, their jaws slightly
- slacked with what they were witnessing. "Tell me, one of you, either of you? How do I look? Did the battle leave a touch of scarring,
- or did it not leave a single mark at all."
- Lissandra of course only asked this, due to her utterly -ravenous- behavior when the mood had called for it. She soaked up
- attention, as well as warmth as if she were some sort of sponge. She knew she had looked quite wondrous, enough had told
- her verbally, through touch in that precious Inn. Her 7'3" figure was unmarred by any sort of scarring, nor blemishes upon her
- entire body. Soft, sleek skin mirrored this. Her flesh was a soft, cream-coloured blue. A touch darker than the sky, during
- wintertime. Broadened shoulders led down to thinner, fit arms. She in no-way held a 'thin' frame, she was as buxom as they
- came. Heavy, supple breasts (which she proudly boasted as a fine, soft 44E/DDD cup. Quite nice, in a 7'3" frame. A giant, to
- many humans.) Below her buxom 'assets' lay a smooth, muscled abdomen. The light 'dip' between her athletic waistline --
- and those deliciously wide hips. She looked much like a mother, a matron. Thick, cooled thighs that could easily smother,
- give one wicked bruises had she chosen to bounce upon one's lap. Mmf. If this was not bad enough, those legs seemed to
- stretch to the heavens. Carrying her taller frame with ease. One lovely asset to another, anyone gracious enough to take a
- glance at her rear would see it was just as full, plush as her hips were. The gentle slope of her ass hidden by the tightness of
- the thin panty. Always the wicked tease, this one. Each of them stammered for words, with the male appearing to
- even tighten his legs up. His eyes haplessly locked upon the slowly swaying breasts.
- "Come here, Teija. You sound as if you are stammering. Stand in front of me." The command was followed quietly, as a
- beautiful, rose-red blush dawned upon his cheeks. Utterly adorable. He stood in front of her, standing perfectly still, perfectly
- upright. Sweating bullets, in such an icy chamber. What he felt next, was those soft, mushy breasts slowly press into the back
- of his head. He was one of the smaller staff in her keep. Allowing him to be quite the fun 'cuddle-toy' for her Handmaidens.
- The Royal Guard, as well as herself. Hardly mis-treated -- he was too precious for that. She leaned down just a touch, letting
- those buxom breasts press snug into his warmed hair. "Tell me how I look. You are the most trustworthy in this manner. With
- myself, or your fellow Maidens." By the Watchers, she could almost picture it. His warmed, pink member snug between her lips, her breasts as she slowly,
- sensually stroked every sweetened drop of seed from his body. It made the pressure welling within her show itself, caused the
- Frostguardian Ruler to -bite- upon that plump lower lip. Utterly aroused by the sexual fear she brought to him, even more so
- as the young man trembled under her fearsome gaze. Blind as she was, those empty, grey eyes were quite the sight.
- Valdriel was off to the side, trying her best not to giggle at just what she was witnessing. He was utterly precious.
- Watching Lissandra have quite the fun time with him merely made it /that/ much better.
- Valdriel had been in the same position once before, it was utterly wonderful to watch another squirm, stammer away with
- their words, actions. The Lady simply held that kind of intimidating presence. "I think you may have robbed him of his vocabulary, Lissandra."
- "I think I may have done just that, why don't you head off for a while, Valdriel. I need to get a dress or two, let him dress me
- for a get-together tonight, at that Tavern." The Maiden slowly bowed her head, desperately trying not to giggle at the utter look
- of horror upon Teija's face as he -stared- at Valdriel. No. No no no. Don't leave him. Please don't leave him.
- The woman merely turned, trying not to crack a smile as she headed for the opened chamber door.
- Just as Lissandra had gently wriggled her bosom against the back of his head. Letting the warmth slowly,
- sensually soak into her skin. That was quite the lovely feeling- it always was. Out of his
- sight, behind closed doors, one of her nimble hands had trailed right down the 'V' of her hips. Slipping inside of her
- undergarments, -rubbing- over the soft, slick flesh of her sex. It was no surprise she had grown slick. A hushed, soft purr was
- curled into Teija's ears. She sensually dipped one, two fingers into her own flesh. -Spreading- herself apart with an utter purr
- of delight. Letting him listen to the sweet, slick sounds of her fingers toying with herself.
- "That sound you are hearing, is you clearing up your timetable for the rest of the evening. So many have been able to play
- with you, yet I have not. I intend to change that."
- [/color][/collapse][color=blue][collapse=OoC Notes]
- [color=white]
- Alright! So here, shall rest my OOC notes.
- [b]On Non-Canon League RP:[/b] This is a little iffy for me, but then again it is do-able just as well.
- [b]Notes on Fetishes:[/b] Nothing is set in stone, except certain things. Shemale, Futa, Herm is a grey area for me. It can be
- enjoyed at times, but at other moments there's nothing I would want to do with the idea. It's nothing personal with those
- behind the keys -- it's merely a personal preference. If this does indeed rustle your jimmies, I soundly apologize for your
- arrogance.
- [b] Messages of "Hey sweetie."[/b]Since you decided to take this route, instead of offering more than a 'hello' -- Get bent.
- You shall be met with silence, bring something little more than that to the table. Don't leave it to me to figure out what you
- want, please. I am a very reasonable person (unless I am actually in a foul mood, then the patience can wain easier. :<) and
- can accommodate times, kinks, the works, but try to bring /something./
- [b] Passive Aggressiveness. [/b] This should not need to be explained. If I am on the receiving end of this, I am not going to
- be happy with you. Regardless of reason. Be a man/woman/it. Tell me what is on your mind.
- [/color]
- [/collapse][/color][color=cyan][collapse=Relationships]
- [icon]Artisan of Bread[/icon]
- [color=white]Always the wonderful baker. So very tender, -- especially when at the right temperature. I have known him the longest. He knows my assets well. Devious little shaper of pastry he is.[/color][hr][icon]Njola Longshadow[/icon]
- [color=white]One of my favorite Handmaidens. A wonderful woman who's devotion knows no ends. A cherished soul.[/color][hr][icon]Dragons Rage[/icon]
- [color=white]The first of the Draconic maidens I had come to know. Quite the delicious creature.[/color][hr][icon]Ice Dervish[/icon]
- [color=white]I know not where this doppelganger of mine came from, what universe someone plucked her from-- but I have always wanted to have a bit of tea with myself. Quite the charming time."[/color][hr][icon]Prince Jarvan[/icon]
- [color=white]"A big head, a big mouth- but, oh. He quiets down if one loosens their robes. There is nothing quite cooling a vat of hot air with a soft, chilled breath.[/color][hr][icon]Debonair-Ezreal[/icon]
- [color=white]Ahhhh.. the curious explorer. What whimiscal, fun company he was. One of the few able to drew a giggle from myself. A true charmer.[/color] [hr]
- [/collapse][/color][color=blue][collapse=Azeroth's Universe]
- [color=white]The Dread Ice Witch had found herself in another plane. The consciousness of a ruler split from her natural, Runeterran body.
- Whisked away to another plane, where her work could be completed without -- vile Champions getting in her way. The
- consciousness locked itself on a tribe of Frost Vrykul. Perhaps a once proud people, now succumbed to the losses of the
- Lich King's influence, as well of the murder of thousands of their own people. An act committed by many an Alliance, Horde
- adventurer. To Lissandra, those people needed reigning in. She'd slipped into the consciousness of their Queen, murdering
- the true 'leader'. Shape-shifting her form with a bit of devious magic, in order to become Queen in her own right. As was on
- Runeterra.
- With her seat upon another throne at long last, her work could continue. The Lady of the Frost, as fellow tribesmen, women
- would call her, certainly looked the part of a leader. She was certainly tall, that was for sure. Resting at about the 7'5" height
- one would expect from one of the normal 'giants.' The tribe, nestled within the vast, frozen plains of the Storm Peaks, had
- been rescued from the Lich King's influence. Instead, finding her own. This would be noted, had any adventurer wished to
- brave into those lands. The blight pools were gone, the blighted drakes had vanished, they were focused upon rebuilding their
- people. While she was a fair ruler in matters of state, when crossed, a bit of the Ice Witch's fury would slip forward. Those
- dissident, were impaled upon spires of twisted, black ice.
- Her powers, were that of a mighty Runeweaver. Blessed with command over twisted, black ice that reeked with her
- corruption. Able to shape-shift herself to appear as another being entirely, to hide her form. Her more permanent body, is
- eerily similar to those of a Frost Vrykul. She would still go by her given name, Lissandra, but with a much different body
- involved. A body she was rather proud of.
- The 'Vrykul' appeared much in the same way any of her tribe would. Although, the woman had a much more refined tone to
- her body. A little more lithe than her muscle-bound compatriots, but she was still rather lithe, compared to others. A smooth,
- sleek body rather than one bound with muscle. Her curves were immaculate, almost matron-like. Heavy 44 DD breasts
- rested snug within any attire she'd usually wear. Uncomfortable in thick armor, she much preferred the comfort of robes
- rather than anything really 'heavy.' For her hips, gods, they would be enough to make even a -Draenei- jealous. Thick,
- child-bearing. With a lovely roundness to them, cupping a rather plush rear just as well. Finely rounded, but my, was it plush.
- With her 7'5" frame, her legs were telling of a woman of her size. Strong, yet sleek. The muscle hidden beneath smooth,
- baby-blue skin. Her facial features, were that of a proper noblewoman. A sharp change, from the usual large jawline. This
- Vrykul in particular, while still having the height of the race, did not look the 'average'. Her jaw was rather sleek, curved,
- rather than the downward 'V' that most seemed to posses in her tribe.
- On most days, the woman enjoys -trying- to make attempts at socialization with the other races. Learning of their history,
- posing as one of their own. At least without being made, of course. She'd normally spend time within a neutral tavern, filled
- with various Azerothian denizens. The perfect subjects to learn about the culture, try to understand where she had gone to.
- Why not try to have a bit of fun along the way. Still in control of a fair portion of her magics.[/color]
- [/collapse][/color][color=cyan][collapse= Riot Lore]
- [color=white]Lissandra's magic twists the pure power of ice into
- something dark and terrible. With the force of her black ice, she does more than freeze – she impales and crushes those who
- oppose her. To the terrified denizens of the north, she is known only as "The Ice Witch". The truth is much more sinister:
- Lissandra is a corrupter of nature who plots to unleash an ice age on the world.
- Centuries ago, Lissandra betrayed her tribe to evil creatures, known as the Frozen Watchers, in return for power. That was
- the last day that warm blood ran through her veins. With her corrupted tribesmen and the strength of the Watchers, she swept
- across the land like a terrible blizzard. As her empire spread, the world grew colder and ice choked the land. When the
- Watchers were defeated by ancient heroes, Lissandra did not lose faith and swore to prepare the world for their return.
- Lissandra worked to purge all knowledge of the Watchers from the world. Using magic to take human form, she
- masqueraded as numerous seers and elders. Over the course of generations, she rewrote the stories of the Freljord, and so
- the history of its people changed. Today the fragmented retellings of the Watchers are seen as children's tales. But this
- deception wasn't enough – Lissandra also needed an army.
- She set her sights on the noble Frostguard tribe. Lissandra knew corrupting the Frostguard would take centuries, and so she
- launched her greatest deception. She murdered and stole the identity of the Frostguard leader. Then she slowly began to
- warp the tribe's proud traditions. When her human form grew old, she faked her own death and then murdered her successor
- to steal her identity. With each generation, the Frostguard grew more insular, cruel and twisted. Today, the world still sees
- them as a noble and peaceful tribe that guards against evil creatures like the Ice Witch. In truth, they now serve the witch and
- long for the glorious return of the Watchers.
- Lissandra knows that on that day nations will fall and the world will be reborn in ice.[/color]
- [/collapse][/color]
- [hr]
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