From the northern regions, she is crafted from the tundrian land and the cold seas — Vendrussel rises from the depth of the abyss. Proudly born from a region of self-proclaimed dragon origins, she calls herself a descendent, and carries that with an honor and pride. Slim to the touch like a quiet day, and yet with the ways of her homeland of warriors she holds a touch of athleticism with a well-taught body. She holds an elegance, some days like that of the storm and yet others of the gentle waves of the sea with her blue-touched grays. She is a tall woman, as she walks with an ease and through the depths of the lands. Cool and untouched, she holds a confident gaze through her ocean-eyes, and just gently, does a white eyeliner carry through the top of her lids. The faintest touch of the sea itself with the hint of the snow of the north — she is, Vendrussel.