Cassiopeia

General Du Corteu was proud of his daughter Cassiopeia.  Even though she didn't have the killer instincts of her sister Katarina, she proved herself to be a cunning schemer nonetheless.  She used trickery and lies to get secrets from other city-states.  These secrets can be crucial to Noxus taking over their next victims.  Cassiopeia is tall and thin.  She has jet-black hair and sparkling green eyes.  She moves with a grace that causes you to stare.  Her soft pale skin seems to sparkle in the right light.  Her father applauds her skills.  "Cassiopeia, my daughter, I am so proud of you.   I have another job for you." 
She smiles, "What sorry soul will I break this time?"
He smiles back, "You will 'break' the chief of some Freljord settlement whose name I cannot pronounce."
"I will be back before you know I'm gone."
"That's my daughter."
***************************************************************************************** Cassiopeia shivers and pulls the hood of her parka farther up her head.  "Damn cold" she hisses to herself.  She had managed to get to the village, named Barjatksular (still hard to pronounce), and found the chief.  He had taken a liking to her, but surprisingly, he still didn't trust her.  When she pressed he only stood up and told her to follow him.  So now they are walking in this frozen wasteland.  Suddenly the chief stops and pulls out a strange blade with a snake-like curve to it.  "Swear an oath of secrecy upon this blade and my secrets shall be yours."
That's it? She thought.  "I swear an oath of secrecy, I will not give away your secrets." He nods satisfied.
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General Du Corteu turns and looks at his daughter.  "Cassiopeia, back so soon?" he calls.  She nods.  
"The Freljords lead guerilla tactics through the mountains and forest-" She breaks off in a gasp and collapses to the ground.  She screams in pain as her silky skin hardens into scales.  Her lustrous hair thickens into leathery hide.  Her manicured nails sharpen into claws and her legs fuse together into a serpentine tail.  Dazed, she falls upon a nearby group of servants and tears them apart.  "Cassiopeia!" the general shouts and puts his large hand on her shoulder.  She comes to her senses.  "Father?" she quickly slithers over to a mirror and gasps when she sees her reflection.  She clenches her fist and shatters the mirror before breaking into sobs.  "I'm hideous, I failed you father." The general walks up to her.  "You are still beautiful, just in a different way.  And you haven't failed me, even though you can't do what you used to do, there is one other way you can help."
"Really?"