A mischievous fogling with a penchant for sneaky tricks and traps and a love for bending the rules just to see if she can. Sporting a particular penchant for enchantments, a run-in with Frozen Shoot might just knock your socks off. And your feet. And your head. And-
Born into the middle of the Dragonsong War, Frozen Shoot only sort of understands the fighting in the first place. It's always been there and it will always be there. Then again, the cause is simple: they stabbed Ratatoskr in the back and took her life along with it. Now they carry her blood and refuse to give it back. It's an unpunished offense that requires a lot of punishing. She herself never met Ratatoskr, but she's told she sang the loveliest songs and once lulled the Dran Myhk to sleep. The songs still resonate from the remaining bits of her sometimes.
In a fight, strategy will get you further than raw strength. Thus, Frozen Shoot has opted to confuse and befuddle her enemies rather than attack them out right. After all, nothing is more fun than watching a few shiny men with pointy sticks rip each other apart in a panic until all that stolen blood drips right out of their veins until there's nothing left. She'll see that back to whence it came, thank you very much.
Somewhere in the wide world is a tree. It is a tree that makes acorns. Located on a well-traveled path, it looks like a perfectly normal tree.
When you get too close, however, the acorns rattle and speak and scream ominous prophecies and demented whispers.
One poor hunter, terrified beyond belief at the seemingly possessed tree, ran screaming away from the path and disappeared into the brush. To date, he has yet to be found.
Somewhere, a mischievous little miqo'te simply says 'oops.'
And none of you can prove otherwise
--Frozen Shoot