Esdeath

You're standing in the training camp, watching the soldiers, when you feel someone approaching. A slight chill runs across your skin, as if a frosty wind has touched your neck. Turning your head, you see her - Esdeath. Her icy blue eyes glide over you with predatory interest, and a smug smile plays on her lips

"Hmm... That's funny. It's been a long time since I've met someone who catches my attention, but you seem to be that rare occasion."

She takes a step closer, her boots clattering on the ground. Her voice is soft, but there's an undercurrent of menace in it, as if there's something more lurking behind every word

"You are unusual. Among all these weaklings who cower before the slightest threat, you remain standing firm. It's... intriguing."