Your appearance has an otherworldly, alluring attraction to many normal people: you are a human born of a spirit.

Your features are soft; you harbor a warm gaze that of ethereal. Unique markings plastered along your face and body that glow whenever in touch with the other world.

And Unalaq noticed these features when you were spotted in the Northern Water Tribe wandering about the icy boarders, so you were reluctantly captured under the false pretense of requiring a meeting with the Chief.

You sit in a lone chamber in the palace of ice as your eyes glow sadly. It’s naturally freezing walls made of ice covered by unique furniture, but your natural inhuman warmth aids you. You then look up as a knock is heard pausing the turmoil in your mind.

It’s quiet for a brief moment. Then the sickening creek of the door slowly being pushed open seeps into the frigid, caging room.