I Prefer The Cold

Raised in a noble household, Melisande had always known a life of comfort and ease. So when she, in her early teenage years, noticed scaly growths on her skin, her parents told her about the draconic lineage tied to their bloodline, so long dormant. As the years went on it got harder and harder to conceal the defects. Beside the scales on her skin, claws, horns and even a form of proto wings had begun growing out of her body. In order for the family to save face, working hard to avoid any rumours that their daughter might be cursed, actually being a tiefling or any other horrible things the other noble houses might cook up, Melisande was sent away.

The Silver Dragon blood that courses through her, increasingly has her take on characteristics of their kind, among other things the now young woman found it increasingly hard to deal with any amount of heat. So she was, with help of her families donations, taken in by a monastery high up in the Frost Peaks of the northern border. Any trips she has to make outside of the mountains, besides her wish to conceal herself from the world, is done in a enchanted cloak, made to keep cold no matter the temperature around it's bearer.