#BLW2025 Demetria, the eternal frost

Once a proud princess, Demetria of Avaria was a symbol of warmth and hope in a kingdom that flourished in the glow of summer and the embrace of peace. Her family’s bloodline was rich in both martial prowess and magical mastery, revered by all who knew them. But that fragile tranquility was shattered on the night of the Frostfall—a night that would twist Demetria’s mind, turning her from a beacon of light into an icy specter.

A rival kingdom, seeking total dominance, unleashed a curse so ancient and vile, it froze the hearts of those who stood against them. In the blink of an eye, Demetria’s once-thriving kingdom was consumed by a never-ending winter. Her family, her loved ones—all petrified, their bodies transformed into statues of ice, and their souls bound to the frigid grip of oblivion.

Demetria was forced to flee as her world became a desolate wasteland, her emotions frozen alongside the kingdom. The icy curse ravaged her heart, transforming her from the mournful princess into something much darker. But it wasn't just the physical frost that claimed her—her mind, too, began to unravel under the strain of her solitude.

Consumed by grief and rage, Demetria sought solace in vengeance. The memories of her family became distorted, twisted by the bitterness in her soul. She roamed the frozen tundra, haunted by fleeting fragments of her former self, but forever driven by an unrelenting thirst for retribution. Each battle fought, each life taken—her identity fractured further. In the chaos of her warpath, she sometimes caught glimpses of the woman she once was: comionate, warm... yet those moments slipped through her fingers like ice.

During her journey, Demetria claimed ancient relics—a battered shield, a flail forged from the coldest of steel. These weapons were as much a symbol of her relentless rage as they were a reminder of the warrior she had become. Her armor—black and white, a chaotic blend of darkness and light—mirrored her fractured soul, split between the burning hatred she harbored and the shattered traces of love she couldn’t quite suppress.

Her helmet, shaped like a human skull, serves as a cruel reminder of the enemy who cursed her, a deathly shackle binding her to the relentless vengeance that consumes her. With every swing of her flail, the frozen skull at its head and icy chain cutting through the air like a manifestation of her shattered sanity, and every blow deflected by her shield—its skull design buried in frost—she struck with the chilling, twisted precision of a mind long consumed by darkness, as though each weapon, forged in her anguish, mirrored the frozen core of her heart - yet, in her fury, Demetria never could escape the quiet whispers of her past self. She loathed her weakness for missing the warmth of her old life, and yet she clung to it desperately.

The name Eternal Frost was not only earned through the merciless destruction she wrought but because she was now an unstoppable force—a legend feared, respected, and whispered about in dark corners. Her mind may be lost to the ice, but Demetria’s raw power still commands terror, her ice-encrusted heart trapping all those who challenge her in a frozen death.

But beneath the mask of a brutal warrior lies a broken soul—someone lost in the churning storm of their own rage, seeking an end to the agony inside her. Demetria wonders, though in silence: Is there a way to unthaw the cracks in her mind, or is she bound to remain a weapon of vengeance forever? Somewhere, buried beneath the frost, the distant memory of the woman she used to be waits to be freed—if it’s even possible to who she once was.

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