[i]Alonfé walks down the hallways cloak drawn high. The crunch of ice is barely audible beneath his boots, and frost dots his cloak, with bits of snow. As he walks, frost spiders from his steps to the walls and ceiling, any fire in any nearby rooms go out, the air dropping far below zero in seconds. Lights flicker, some go out entirely for a few minutes. His irises are..... a cool blue. Not the usual light brown. He emits a strong aura, faint green waves rippling from his body to the air. The symbols on his cloak also glow an icy blue, they seem.... alive. Any passerbies feel their ears pop, and shiver. He walks steadily ahead, to nowhere though, aimlessly walking around the area, spreading frost and chills. His face looks troubled, in deep thought, carrying an incomprehensible look of weariness and strength, like he could kill a god but collapse any second.[/i]