Icadia Raakin, the Wyndharper



High in the giant peaks of the mountains far to the North, a population of Ice Dwellers carved out a prosperous life. Their culture developed around the two elements that were closest to them - Ice, because of their frozen climate, and Fire, because it combated the effects of ice. They were a peaceful people, welcoming any travellers who wandered through their communities that were sprinkled throughout the mountains.
But thier friendliness was their downfall - one of the travellers was a dark man, a scout from a conquering nation. He brought the news back to his Lord, who arranged a large fighting party, travelled back to the mountains, and massacred the every village they came across, taking the inhabitants as slaves. The only town left intact was hidden deep within the range - a tiny town named Frostflower for the pale blossoms that coated the surrounding hills.
The monarchs of these people had heard of the unscathed Frostflower, and, as they faced the night where they would lose their freedom if not their lives, they sent a messenger away with a softly whimpering package to be delivered to the Elders of Frostflower.........

Icadia Raakin grew up listening to the tales of horror and learning the art of her given profession - Wyndharpering, named for the wind-like sound their crystalline instruments produce. And as she grew into a young woman, the Elders saw the maarks of her heritage clearly etched into her every graceful movement, the tone of her voice, and her friendly persona. The tiny silver ring with the inset ice blue gem hung always at her throat, a gift from her parents - though not the ones she had grown up with. Slender and lithe, she grew into womanhood quickly, her sleek white hair shimmering down to her waist, skin cold and a pale alabaster, setting off her wide, icy blue eyes - the spitting image of her father's, or so everyone thought but did not speak.
As a Wyndharper, she knew she would soon be sent out with only her wits to guide her to scout and learn until she was called back to Frostflower or she grew too old to travel. Then she would teach the townspeople of the cultures she encounted, and whether they were a threat, or could possibly be an ally with whom they could mingle their dying bloodline.
It was a chill day when she and her fellow Harpers were scattered in the four directions, alone, with naught but their knapsacks and knowledge to call their own. Placing one foot in front of the other, Icadia, smiling, was drawn onwards by the promise of adventure and friends..

Stats

Eyes: Ice blue
Hair: White, down to her waist
Height: 5'8
Age: 21

Her usual attire is a light blue tunic over matching soft leather breeches and slender boots, in which ger two magickal dagger, Arc and Ich (Fire and Ice) are concealed. She still wears the tiny ring on a chain round her neck. She has two instruments, not including her voice - a crystal flute and a crystal lyre at which both she is skilled at playing.