ICE STRAIN STUDENTS

Tryrell carries herself with an icy composure sharpened to perfection. Polished and cutting, she accepts praise with the cool detachment of someone who never expects it to linger — a brief, pleasant drift before it melts away.

 

Brilliant and exacting, she moves through the academy with a poised confidence that leaves little room for softness.

 

Her words land with precision, her assessments are ruthless, and kindness is a currency she seldom spends. Tryrell doesn’t chase admiration or approval; she simply excels, unbothered by whether anyone warms to her in the process.

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Her frost mirrors occasionally reflect the room without her in it.

 

She’s head of the Elemental Duels committee.

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Designation: Strain-Η-14-FP
Strain Name: Frostborne Prism Lineage
Magic: Manipulates crystallized frost into precision constructs — mirrors, blades, and prisms that refract both light and emotion

Caelus carries a stillness so deep it unsettles anyone who lingers too long in his presence. Calm to the point of disconcerting, he rarely blinks, letting long stretches of silence settle between his words as though he’s rationing sound itself.

 

His movements are slow, deliberate, and entirely unhurried, as if the world around him is moving at an unnecessary speed.

 

Chaos drains him; raised voices, rushed decisions, or frantic energy make him withdraw further into that glacial quiet. Caelus doesn’t command attention — he absorbs it, drawing rooms into an uneasy hush simply by existing within them.

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Faculty confirmed a temporal lag in the dorm hallway he uses daily.

 

Students claim their dreams freeze over when he walks past.

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Designation: Strain-Η-21-GS
Strain Name: Glacient Stillwake Thread
Magic: Emits deep cold that slows physical and mental movement around him. Time feels sludged in his presence.​

Nessira moves like a whisper at the edge of awareness, curious enough to watch everything yet too skittish to linger in the center of any room. They hover along walls and doorframes, observing with wide, alert eyes that take in far more than they reveal.

 

Speech doesn’t come naturally — not their own, at least. Instead, they borrow fragments of what they’ve heard before, repeating tones and phrases with eerie precision, as if testing how language feels when it isn’t entirely theirs.

 

When Nessira does mimic someone, it’s never mocking; it’s careful, tentative, almost gentle. They’re a quiet echo learning how to be a voice.

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 Keeps a frost-covered box of stolen laughter and arguments. 

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Designation: Strain-Η-28-ME
Strain Name: Mistshard Echo Variant
Magic: Can form icy fog that captures the soundscape of a place — repeating ambient echoes at will.

Lioren navigates social spaces with a dry, lingering sarcasm that lands somewhere between humor and resignation.

 

Melancholy clings to him like a quiet frost, giving weight to even his most casual remarks. He thrives on emotional awkwardness, watching tension unfold with an almost scholarly fascination, as if discomfort is a puzzle he’s best equipped to solve.

 

Though he keeps himself emotionally distant, his eyes miss nothing — every flinch, every hesitation, every unspoken thought catches his attention. Lioren is a contradiction in motion: detached in tone, deeply attuned in perception, and oddly comfortable in the moments that make everyone else want to look away.

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Once froze a cursed scroll mid-activation.

 

Keeps enchanted gloves that leak frost when he's sad.

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Designation: Strain-Η-19-SE
Strain Name: Shiverwake Entropy Line
Magic: Breaks down magical heat signatures, unraveling enchantments with frost decay.

Syl moves with the quiet weight of someone carrying memories that haven’t happened yet. Haunting and poetic, they speak in drifting phrases that sound more like prophecies than conversation, each sentence edged with a chill that lingers long after they’ve fallen silent.

 

Their presence carries an ancient ache — a sense of something old looking out through young eyes.

 

Social norms slip past them unnoticed; Syl offers observations that are too intimate, too strange, or simply too true, leaving others uneasy without meaning to. They aren’t trying to unsettle anyone. They just exist slightly out of sync, tuned to echoes no one else can hear.

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Once described a frozen deer’s dying thoughts in perfect iambic pentameter.

 

Tutors others in poetic meter under frost sigil shadows.

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Designation: Strain-Η-30-RS
Strain Name: Rimesight Spectral Thread
Magic: Can see lingering emotional presences in frozen things — grief, rage, devotion locked in ice

Thomar approaches life with a sharp, inquisitive boldness, convinced that cold sharpens both thought and truth.

 

He trusts frost more than warmth — believes clarity comes easiest when emotions freeze still enough to examine.

 

His curiosity pushes boundaries in ways that make others uneasy, yet he never sees the harm in it. To Thomar, spying isn’t intrusion; it’s attention, interest, even care. If he’s listening from the next room or speaking through the nearest icicle, it’s because he wants to understand someone better. His boldness is disarming, his methods questionable, but his intent — strangely enough — is often genuine. Right?

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Detention regular.

 

Once hijacked a teacher’s lecture by speaking through every icicle on the windows.

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Designation: Strain-Η-16-IC
Strain Name: Icereach Channel Vein
Magic: Transfers his awareness into frozen surfaces — thin ice, snowfields, even frost on metal.

Evvy is a burst of bright energy wrapped in something faintly unsettling, her cheerfulness always carrying a thin, frosty edge. Bubbly but undeniably eerie, she delights in decorating anything within reach — rooms, people, stray objects — only to tear it all apart with the same meticulous enthusiasm moments later.

 

Her moods shift with sudden elegance, changing shape like snowflakes: quick, delicate, and strangely predictable once you’ve seen the pattern.

 

One moment she’s humming and arranging flowers; the next she’s dismantling the vase to see how it breaks. Evvy isn’t chaotic by accident — there’s a structure to her whims, a cold symmetry that makes even her joy feel a little too sharp.

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Invented a frost-spike lace for school lead uniforms.

 

The headmasters now wears a copy — minus the blades.

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Designation: Strain-Η-22-CB
Strain Name: Crystellum Bloom Pattern
Magic: Grows crystalline frost in blooming fractals. Often ornamental but can become dangerously sharp when provoked.

Marrin carries the weary steadiness of someone who became the responsible one long before anyone asked him to.

 

Perpetually tired and always a step behind on sleep, he moves through the academy with a quiet, resigned efficiency — helping, fixing, guiding, even when no one notices.

 

He’s everyone’s older sibling by default, offering advice, reminders, or a spare quill without being asked, yet somehow never quite the person anyone chooses first. Marrin doesn’t resent it; he simply accepts it with a sigh and keeps going. Reliability is his rhythm, exhaustion his constant companion, and care something he gives freely, even when it leaves him drained.

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Has frozen over 30 cursed artifacts for faculty use.

 

One of them now whispers his name for the rest of time.

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Designation: Strain-Η-27-WE
Strain Name: Winterveil Encystment Line
Magic: Encases dangerous magic, objects, or emotions in hardened ice, locking them in stasis until thawed.

Kaess treats the world with the precision of a lab bench — neat, sterile, and ideally free of unpredictable variables. Analytical to the core and fussy in ways that border on theatrical, he approaches even friendships like controlled experiments, testing reactions, forming hypotheses, and discarding anything that doesn’t meet his standards.

 

His mind runs in clean lines and cold logic, leaving little room for impulsive decisions or questionable tastes.

 

He is especially judgmental of anyone who dares consume dragon meat or any exotic substance; to him, it’s not only uncivilized but scientifically absurd. Kaess isn’t unkind, just relentlessly exacting — a perfectionist who expects the world to follow his rules of reason, and grows irritated when it doesn’t.

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Is said to run an underground tea club.

 

Only serves if you pass his purity tests.

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Designation: Strain-Η-20-GF
Strain Name: Glasschill Filtration Thread
Magic: Filters impurities (magical or physical) from liquids using ice lattices. Can purify or poison depending on configuration.

Ysolde carries a gentle, almost invisible warmth, the kind that settles softly rather than reaching out. Quietly maternal, she watches over others with a sad smile that suggests she’s already bracing for whatever hurt they won’t admit to yet.

 

She remembers how everyone felt last week — their worries, their joys, the things they tried to hide — often better than they do themselves.

 

Her empathy is subtle but constant, a quiet ledger of moods and moments she keeps without ever being asked. Ysolde rarely speaks about what she notices, but her presence has a way of filling the spaces where comfort should be, even when she knows it won’t be enough.

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Preserved the final frost-tears of a dying phoenix.

 

Refuses to thaw them. Keeps them in a velvet box.

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Designation: Strain-Η-25-HR
Strain Name: Hearthfrost Remnant Strain
Magic: Freezes emotional states into touchable relics — tears turned to frost, sighs preserved as frostbeads.