Frost precedes her like a pilgrim’s omen. It unthreads warmth from the air until breath falters and vision swims beneath a pallid glaze. The world hushes when she arrives. Surfaces take on a brittle sheen. Silence gathers in fragile tiers that feel older than speech. Such is the quiet coronation that escorts Ixqueya Jorgenskull into any chamber or discourse.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
Welcome to RPR!
Welcome to RPR! I hope you have fun!
Hello! Welcome! If you want to role-play, I suggest going to Forums ➡️ Looking for RP. Comment on a post or dm. You can even make your own post! Good luck!
zombiequeen wrote:
Hello! Welcome! If you want to role-play, I suggest going to Forums ➡️ Looking for RP. Comment on a post or dm. You can even make your own post! Good luck!
Already did both. And posted in an open rp in the fantasy forum section.
Welcome to RPR!
Hello! Welcome to RP Repository! 
Hi there! Welcome to RPR!
Welcome to RPR 🙂
Weeeeeeeeeeeelcome!!!
Welcome to RPR, hope you have fun writing!
Thank you all for the welcomes. Winter is here, and the first frost embraces you all.
Welcome, Diva! (...and the unsettling one who talked to me earlier.)
Well, Cream and I have seen you in Trixie's, and you're an awesome writer! I can't help wondering if writing so long is seen as a task, but you sure indulged a lot. The sentences you wrote sometimes promoted greater thinking, and man we love it!
May your footsteps be further, and your wise words make more roleplays brighter! (and when you feel burnt out, don't force yourself into writing. It hurts.)
-sincerest welcome
hollow agent 181, Xueqing
Well, Cream and I have seen you in Trixie's, and you're an awesome writer! I can't help wondering if writing so long is seen as a task, but you sure indulged a lot. The sentences you wrote sometimes promoted greater thinking, and man we love it!
May your footsteps be further, and your wise words make more roleplays brighter! (and when you feel burnt out, don't force yourself into writing. It hurts.)
-sincerest welcome
hollow agent 181, Xueqing
The_Diva wrote:
Frost precedes her like a pilgrim’s omen. It unthreads warmth from the air until breath falters and vision swims beneath a pallid glaze. The world hushes when she arrives. Surfaces take on a brittle sheen. Silence gathers in fragile tiers that feel older than speech. Such is the quiet coronation that escorts Ixqueya Jorgenskull into any chamber or discourse.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
Hi Ixqueya,
Welcome to RPR!!
May I say that this is the most unique introduction I’ve read so far (please excuse those I haven’t read), and it announces fully what is waiting for the one who dares face the icy wind preceding this Diva.
You will find your heart’s desire here!
Enjoy further writing
Lizbeth
Lin Xueqing wrote:
Welcome, Diva! (...and the unsettling one who talked to me earlier.)
Well, Cream and I have seen you in Trixie's, and you're an awesome writer! I can't help wondering if writing so long is seen as a task, but you sure indulged a lot. The sentences you wrote sometimes promoted greater thinking, and man we love it!
May your footsteps be further, and your wise words make more roleplays brighter! (and when you feel burnt out, don't force yourself into writing. It hurts.)
-sincerest welcome
hollow agent 181, Xueqing
Well, Cream and I have seen you in Trixie's, and you're an awesome writer! I can't help wondering if writing so long is seen as a task, but you sure indulged a lot. The sentences you wrote sometimes promoted greater thinking, and man we love it!
May your footsteps be further, and your wise words make more roleplays brighter! (and when you feel burnt out, don't force yourself into writing. It hurts.)
-sincerest welcome
hollow agent 181, Xueqing
I am enjoying your writing in that thread as well. Thank you for the welcome! And don't worry, I don't really burn out. Been rping for two decades with no breaks.
Lizbeth Redwood wrote:
The_Diva wrote:
Frost precedes her like a pilgrim’s omen. It unthreads warmth from the air until breath falters and vision swims beneath a pallid glaze. The world hushes when she arrives. Surfaces take on a brittle sheen. Silence gathers in fragile tiers that feel older than speech. Such is the quiet coronation that escorts Ixqueya Jorgenskull into any chamber or discourse.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
She stands in sovereign immensity. A colossal silhouette wrought from warm flesh set against glacial luminance. Her eyes carry the lucence of nascent ice drawn from abyssal trenches. Her hair descends in sable torrents where cobalt filaments burn with restrained ferocity. Necro Ice clings to her armature like votive frost that refuses to melt even under the weight of sorrow or conquest. Her presence is a revenant scripture. A cold catechism etched upon the air by discipline and inexorable lineage.
Ixqueya traverses narrative terrain with absolute purpose. She is a mortician of falsehoods. She incises pretense with effortless austerity. Her trust functions as a covenant bound to evidence. She extends patience only to those who demonstrate utility or resolve. She answers indolence with glacial finality. She values lucidity where others clutch at sentimental debris. Her judgments ring like frost fracturing stone. Her mercy is not warm. It is precise.
As an author I place faith in rigor. I cherish partners who read with intent. I invest in metaphysics, history, power, consequence. I commit to atmospheres that accumulate weight across each line rather than drifting as ornament. I honor collaborators who engage without apology for the scope.
This introduction lingers later than intended. Delay does not diminish its purpose. Winter keeps its own chronology. Let this serve as my invocation. If you choose to write beside me, arrive with conviction. The Winterwake records every step. And some may never be buried beneath the accumulating snow.
Hi Ixqueya,
Welcome to RPR!!
May I say that this is the most unique introduction I’ve read so far (please excuse those I haven’t read), and it announces fully what is waiting for the one who dares face the icy wind preceding this Diva.
You will find your heart’s desire here!
Enjoy further writing
Lizbeth
If you ever wish to become lost in my polar gale, to procure your muse across the frozen marshland. Let me know. I'm always open to setting up a roleplay.
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