PoV Story: Snow is Falling
Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Heterosexual
Age: 14 (Arc 1), 17 (Arc 2), 18 (Arc 0), 20 (End)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
RPG Classes: Bard, Trickster, Berserker
Favorite Quote: “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).”
- “I must say, it’s ice to finally meet you, your Majesty.”
- “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just here to provide comedy relief.”
- “Aren’t I just a special little Snow-drake!”
- “What, too many heat puns for ya? Eh, you know what, you’re probably right. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to just chill out for a while.”
- “Simmer down, Hot-Stuff, I’m just messing with you. Try not to kill me just yet, alright?”
- “I guess you could say you’re Press’d for time!”
Key Character Traits:
Humor, Nonchalance, Wit, Charisma, Smugness.
Phobia(s): Nyctophobia, Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes).
- Flurry (his mother), Tidepool (His lil’ bro), Cocoa (His cranky sis), and Valley (His big sis/other-mother), Peril (a friendly(?) rival).
- Sorrauul (his enemy from birth), Darkstalker (a fellow Proxy).
- Slate (unknown), Precipice (unknown), Dusty (unknown).
Shipped With*: Nobody. (crackshipped with Peril and Burn)
Talons of Peace, Skywing Army, Jade Mountain Academy (Arc 2).
Primary scale color is dull white/very light blue. Under-scale color is a slightly lighter shade of blue. Wing membrane color is white with dark shades of blue along the edges. All of his scales have dark-blue blood stains along the edges as a result of his “backfiring” technique. The bases of his horns and spines also have blue stains. His eye color is an eerie combination of standard Icewing black with dark-blue cornea. Snow keeps his serrated claws and extra spikes blunted so he doesn’t accidentally harm his friends. He gets random nosebleeds from time to time.
He wears a silver ring on his left horn as a gift from his mother, who wears a matching ring on her right horn.
Physical effects of Snow’s “backfiring” technique*: His repeated use of backfiring has rendered him almost completely immune to physical pain. This comes with a few drawbacks, though; Snow has a particularly fragile physique as a result of his backfiring, so he can be easily wounded if he isn’t utilizing it. However, if he is utilizing it, he becomes a practically unstoppable force, with his scales being hardened profusely by frozen droplets of his own blood. Said blood droplets also harden into razor-sharp points if they push up from under Snow’s scales. Finally, once Snow has begun backfiring, his scales will radiate hypothermic temperatures which will inflict frostbite on most attackers upon contact.
Snow can also use his hypothermic scales to combat both firebreath and firescales, like Peril’s.
Members of his Talon group (two months before Arc 1):
Group Leader: Mire (Mudwing) (58)
Flurry (Icewing) (53)
Geyser (Skywing) (30)
Valley (Sandwing) (18)
Cocoa (Mudwing) (14)
Snow (Icewing) (14)
Tidepool (Seawing) (13)
Snowdrift’s egg was smuggled away from the Ice Kingdom by his mother, Flurry, who wanted to escape the War of Succession to join the Talons of Peace after her mate had been killed in battle.
She made it safely to a Talons outpost, and, after explaining her predicament, was welcomed to join the ranks. Flurry felt confident her egg, and the dragonet inside of it, would be save from now on. She was wrong.
By an inconceivable stroke of luck, Flurry’s egg harbored the first Icewing Animus in five thousand years. As wonderful as this should have been, it would turn out to be a horrible misfortune, for the unborn dragon held massive reserves of magic as a result. This made him a beacon for the malicious Sorrauul, who’s ethereal consciousness encircled the world in search for the strongest descendants of his daughter, Majirra.
Two years after the Brightest Night, mere days before hatching, a fragment of Sorrauul assaulted the Icewing dragonet’s mind in an attempt to murder it’s consciousness and inhabit it’s body. It was a brutal cycle that had occurred hundreds of times in the past; on the outside, the newborn Animus dragonet would appear to be having an endless mental breakdown from the moment it hatched. On the inside, however, it was locked in a mental struggle with a fragment of Sorrauul. The struggle could sometimes last up to a week after hatching, but in the end, the dark fragment would always wind up sending the dragnet into a permanent state of shock, leaving both their bodies and their magic in the fragment’s control.
The fragment’s struggle with the new Icewing dragonet, who had been named Snowdrift, started out no different than any other. Little Snow was traumatized, and tried desperately to shield his infantile brain from the suffocating darkness, but it just wasn’t enough. He could feel his body beginning to tense up, his mind was going blank. In a last-ditch attempt to save himself, Snowdrift called upon his freezing breath, an Icewing’s most deadly weapon. But instead of exhaling it out of his mouth, Snowdrift tried directing it inside of himself to attack the invading darkness.
By backfiring his frostbreath into himself, he was able to freeze his body from the inside out. Remarkably, the action didn’t kill Snow, but it did cause him a remarkable amount of pain. But the immense pain was enough to snap the baby dragon back to his senses, and the ice coating his insides stiffened and eventually numbed his body until he simply couldn’t feel himself anymore; it was just his mind and the fragment of Sorrauul’s.
Snowdrift remained in this frozen state for several days, and all the while, his mother was horrified at what had become of her dragonet. She had never seen or heard of an Icewing freezing themselves, so she had no clue what she could do for her son. The other Talon members in her sect feared for the worst, and they tried to offer her condolences, but it wasn’t enough for the distraught mother. She was convinced that, not only had she lost both her mate and her only son, but is was also all her fault, as well.
You can imagine everyone’s surprise when the baby Icewing awoke a few days later, sobbing, screaming and shaking like a leaf, but perfectly alive.
Snow had somehow managed to hold off against the dark fragment, which had caused it to weaken significantly. But unfortunately for Snow, that darkness wasn’t well and truly gone just yet. In order to regain some of it’s strength, it latched onto the part of Snow’s mind that was most exposed to it; his magical reserves. In doing so, it permanently put his magic on lockdown. Despite this, the darkness was incapable of actually using Snow’s magic without having full control of his body, but it also preventing Snow from being able to use his own magic either. It was probably for the better, to be brutally honest.
Snowdrift was none-the-wiser about his Animus qualities, and neither were the rest of the dragons he grew up with. To him, he was just a regular Icewing with a dark side so terrible that he had to take extreme measures to ensure that it never surfaced.
[TO BE FINISHED LATER]
(I’m SO sorry if this is too much text. I’ve had a long time to develop this guy, and I didn’t want to leave any info out.)
(submitted by @tyfye49)