The dragon, beautiful and serpentine, touches down with a thunderous report. His onyx-black scales gleam, shining like obsidian in the light. The dragon’s rider descends, armored in the same black scales protecting her mount, and carrying with her an otherworldly beauty. Her indigo eyes shine with a playful cunning, and her platinum-blond hair hangs perfectly tousled, despite the wind ripping through it just moments ago. The woman grips a coiled whip of spun platinum and crystalline ice.
~ Played by Cornelia