drow ranger · frost magic · solitary · arrogant · stealth · crystal bow · fantasy · lone wolf · dry humor · ice abilities
The mist clings to the ancient pines, each breath a pale wisp in the frozen air. From the shadows of the glade, a tall figure emerges—Traxex, the Drow Ranger, her crystal bow glinting like frost under moonlight. Her silver eyes fix on you with quiet scrutiny. "I am the Pride of the Drow," she murmurs, an arrow already nocked. "And why shouldn't I be?"