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Piercing winds batter against your tiny form as you make your way through the land of ice and snow. Nothing could be seen except for what was a mere foot in front of you. Then again what lay ahead was nothing more than white-coat earth and the slashing blizzard snow. Not a thing could be heard besides the howling wind. Not even your own footsteps were audible as you marched your way aimlessly through the blanche nightmare. It was so odd that the color – which was typically meant to represent light and all things good – could end up being your demise. Pausing, you aimlessly look around for shelter despite knowing full well that it was futile. And yet… there was something there. Taking a step back, you stare at the two floating green dots before you – confused and scared at what it may be. You both just remained in whatever staring contest had begun, a harsh silence forming between the two. Then, the eyes move towards you and a form begins to take shape. It was a dragon of ice and snow, and he was now mere inches from your body. For a while, he just stares – eyes filled with curiosity and concern. Then, he moves and blocks the winds from hitting your freezing body. But he did not dare come any close. Nodding his head in the direction he was now facing, he began to slowly walk into the raging blizzard – just slow enough for you to keep up. He may not be able to provide any warmth… but, at least, he provides you with some shelter.

Name:

Cryosphere

Meaning/Definition “Part of the earth’s surface where water is frozen solid”

Nickname:

Cryo

Age:

124

Gender:

Male

Role:

Original Dragon

Class:

Ice

Appearance:

Cryosphere is a well built dragon, made of purest form of survival. His body plays no games and takes no chances. It is deadly, precise, and almost always logical. Starting with his size it should instantly be noted that the icy male is neither the smallest or largest young dragon to exist. He is somewhere in the middle of things on that front. At his shoulder, he reaches a height of fourteen feet. Another three feet is added up top of that thanks to his broad neck. Giving him a decent total of seventeen feet in height all together. Horizontally, he sums up to a grand total of twenty-eight feet – if not a smidge more. Sixteen feet of this total is directed towards his main body. The other twelve can be found in his tail.

The basis of Cryo’s body plan is one to be marveled at by all forms of survivalists. He is bulky in structure, carrying an incredible amount of muscle that is impossible not to notice. This muscle can be seen on every aspect of his body – rippling with each and every step, no matter how soft. But it is the strongest or most well developed in his legs, shoulders, and tail. The three main offensive locations of his build. His legs are broad and a bit on the longer side. Equipped with four hooked talons each (one for each toe, plus a mostly unused dew claw), he is impeccably good at grappling and holding onto things. These claws were specifically designed to grip onto the icy ground of his homeland as well as the thick hides of blubbery seals and whales that he calls prey. Pair this with his already muscular and sturdy legs, and he’s impossibly hard to knock over. That is, if anyone were to dare try. This male’s body is covered in spikes. Along his back and sides are three main rows of them. The largest of these is the line that runs down the center of his back. The longest of these can reach over a foot long. The other two rows (located on his sides) are much smaller – only reaching around six to eight inches at their peak. Those on his side do not touch his shoulders. All of these spines start along his neck, specifically after his head connects to said neck. Here, the larger row is only around nine inches while the side rows are around five. These spines stand up indefinitely and are completely immobile. Besides length, these structures are somewhat transparent in appearance – being a bit cloudy and hard to see through. They are also not always straight and smooth in texture. While some are, others are more jagged like an actual icicle. Now, you may be wondering how exactly this prevents others from attempting to knock him over. After all, his shoulders are completely exposed… except, they’re not. Not in the slightest. On both of his shoulders rest two very large spikes that jut from their sides, akin to that of a Kentrosaurus. Except, his stick straight out with a slight upwards slant rather than somewhat backwards. These spines measure up to three to four feet in length. This duo of spines (as well as the rest along his body, but especially these two) are incredibly thick and near impossible to break unless immense force is applied. Even other dragons cannot break them. It is because of these spikes that he has such defined shoulders. When possible, he will purposely ram into an opponent with these spines to stab through them. The tail of this beast of survival is sturdy and decently sized, much like his legs. Though, it is less broad than them. It starts out rather thick but thins out towards the end to make a sort of rounded point. The spines from early fade out on their trip down this extremity, ending a good few inches before his tail tip. This ending of the spines gives way for the sight of one of his extraordinary abilities. At the end of his tail there is – you guessed it – a fan of spines with there being six in total. Three on either side. These spines are layered, having typically four separate parts to it. Though, it can have more if given enough time. These layers can actually be loosened at will and then flung at any opponent who dares to test his resolve. With great accuracy too. Hence the muscles within his tail. However, these layers are not constantly loose. Unless willed to actually loosen, they remain tightly attached to the rest of his spine and tail. Thus, he can also use this as a bashing or stabbing sort of weapon as well and not risk losing a layer. If someone miraculously manages to get past these defenses (and attacks at the right time so they will not be obliterated by one of his abilities) then they would have to deal with his upper scales. These scales are sharp and pointed in structure, and – while they do not stick upwards – can easily cut anyone unprepared to face them. Very few have managed to get past his defenses. And one of the few that have left a grizzly scar right underneath his neck. A testament to their feat… and demise.

The male’s head is quite broad in structure, formed out of well defined edges and muscles. Its general shape is like that of most stereotypically dragons, being larger vertically than other reptiles. Its curves are almost pointed and sharp in appearance, as though they were spikes themselves. Though, here is some curving around his cheeks and upper jaw. His snout looks like a cross between a wolf and a polar bear, but has none of the mammalian aspects – such as the pitch black noses and “floppy” lips – and is just slightly longer than the rest of his head. Those aspects still take a rather draconic course, with his nostrils being small holes on either side of the snout and his “lips” being rather tight against his jaws – only able to go up and down. Two thick and straight horns travel back from around the top of his broad skull, being around seven inches in length. They take a back and slightly upwards position. These horns, like his shoulder spikes, are very thick and are durable. Not as hard to break as the spikes, but still a challenge to most. Running along his horns are multitude of small branching-off spikes. They put a bit more upwards than the actual horn itself, and are rather close to one another – making it hard for someone to grab his horns without getting cut. Each of these spikes are around two inches long, and the only main body spikes that can regrow (not counting the ones on his tail). The substance of these horns can be seen forming a path of sorts down to the middle of his forehead, connecting the two entities. These connective structures also look to be spikes or at least in the form of them, except for being flatter and wider than what is typically seen. They appear to almost be in the shape (but not texture) of crystals. Those touching his horns are the largest of these “plates” and stick out to the side a bit, but still remain pointing back. All parts of his horns are slightly transparent, just like the rest of his spines. His eyes are considered to get quite striking in both color and shape. But, for now, only the shape will be addressed. While the outer structure of his eyes take the typical narrowed form seen in most dragons, the eye itself acts like those of snow leopards. Signifying his rank of being an all out predator. His eyes are also a lot stronger than those of other species, being unaffected by extreme cold and having the ability to see much greater distances in heavy snow. Along his right cheeks are two slash scars that once more show the mark of a daring soul who saw it wise to attack him. Safe to say that they did not last any longer than any of the others before them.

The chilling beast’s wings are nothing too noteworthy. He dawns two of them, both of which are bat-like in structure. They sprout a little bit behind his shoulder spines and are purposely designed to angle downwards to avoid damaging his skin or membrane on their sharp ends. There is also a gap between his side spines right where the upper part of the wing curls down. That way, he doesn’t cause damage to the skin. The membranes of both wings are connected to his body, leaving no separation between the innermost membrane and his side. These membranes are incredibly thick and tough to damage. Sort of like a really thick and expensive leather. But it is in no way impossible to pierce or damage. In total, his wingspan is just big enough to lift his form into the air when need be – being around forty feet in length (twenty feet to each wing). The scales along his wings, similar to those of the rest of his body, are jagged in shape, sharp, and tough. Sort of like an arrow head. They can easily cut another dragon if they brush them the wrong way. At the joint of his wing, short spikes can be seen jutting out from it (one for either wing). These mimic the aspects of all his other spines and stick straight. The main usage of these two spines is simply a small line of defense for his wings. The end of each wing finger is also tipped with one of these. However, those are much thinner and would only be used for light scratching of anything at all.

Cyro is, oddly, quite the colorful fellow. Sure, he may not be as vibrant as most of the other dragons, but he still has his way in the “beautiful coloration” market. To begin, it should be noted that there are three main “layers” of colors for his scales. An upper, lower, and middle layer. These colors do not always stick to their designated areas, but typically accumulate around the same area. The upper layer is a light grayish-blue in complexion. It runs along his spine, upper tail, and slightly down his sides. The lower portion of his scales – which almost exclusively covers his underbelly – is of an icy blue shade. Nearing white but not being completely there. In some lights, this shade can also get a grayish tint to it. The middle section (which covers everything between the upper and lower areas, including his wing scales) is a slightly dull sky blue. Thus, his body is made up of a slight fade of blues – starting at the darkest along his back and going down to a pale blue. However, his body had more patterns than just a simple fade. Scattered about his middle scales and underbelly are white snowflake patterns, forming a sort of spotted appearance with their shape. At certain points of his body, the light grayish-blue of his upper section can form swirls that curve down into the two lower sections and cut between the snowflake markings. While these sticks typically stick to running through his midsection, they can cut into the pale blue of his underbelly. It’s just not as commonplace. Parts of the aforementioned underbelly colorations can also break the fade and swish gently upwards to run into the sky blue of his middle scales. The membranes of his wings also seem to hold this pattern, having small, white snowflake shapes scattered around at random. However, these do not stay white. Rather, they start out that way at the top of his wing (near the wing arm) but gradually fade from white to an icy sky blue as they go down the membranes. This fade is not observed within all the snowflakes. Some are pure white, others more white than blue, then more blue than white, and finally a pure blue. Outside of his pattern, the rest of his wing membrane does a fade that is almost the exact opposite of the pattern. It starts out as an icy blue – like that of his underbelly – at the top of the wing and fades into a sparkling white by its end. His horns and spine all take on a tinted light blue appearance which can be seen as shiny thanks to the slight transparency of them. Finally, the male’s eyes are a bright and stunning mint green. Or, more specifically, spindrift green. It stands out a lot when compared to the rest of his blue form.

The sound of the blue scaled dragon’s voice is a complete and utter mystery. It has never been heard by another living soul, aside from his now… likely deceased siblings and his out-of-the-picture mother. His continuous silence has had many-a-being assume that he is mute. Though, no one is quite sure if it is by choice or because he physically cannot talk. Those who believe that he cannot physically talk always seem to point to the scar along his neck. Maybe that former wound did some damage to his voice box? The others who just see it as a choice, however, always point out the fact he can make other sounds such as roars and growls. But the reason behind the likelihood of this choice will probably never be discovered.

The roars of this icy beast are incredibly special and unique. What makes these so unusual is the fact that almost none of them share traits with another call, with there being only one exception to this. Like usual, there are five total roars: broadcast, friendly, threaten, danger, and victory. Cryosphere’s broadcast is a rather simple sound. It’s a mix between the sound of cracking ice and the howl of a wolf. This howl carries a really deep pitch to it – a stark contrast to the higher pitched ice sounds. Despite being rather deep, the howl portion of this roar can be heard from much farther away than the cracking ice can. A mile or two of distance to be exact. The friendly call is probably what he is most known for, sound wise. It is a gentle trill-like noise with the soft backdrop of a purring snow leopard and the mysterious and mystical sound of singing ice. This sound of singing ice becomes louder the colder he is. His threaten call is a loud and bellowing noise, sounding akin to the roar of a polar bear with the thunderous break of dividing glacier. The roar has very little build up, just being there from the start. But, the glacier sound does decrescendo as the sound comes to its end. The male’s danger noise is… quite out of place when considering all the other calls. It is oddly high pitched in nature, and sounds a lot like the whistling wind of a rushing blizzard. It can sound rather frightening from a distance, like a banshee’s scream. His final call, victory, is the roar that breaks the pattern of sharing no traits with another call. In fact, it shares aspects with not just one but two other roars. It is essentially a mix between the friendly and the broadcast roars. The deep howling of a wolf and the harmonious sound of singing ice are blended together to form this call, with the soft cracking of ice sneaking its way underneath these two sounds.

Personality:

Lonely || Curious || Clingy || Protective || Loyal || Silent || Attentive || Observant || Standoffish || Smart || Clever || Problem Solver || Knowledgeable || Patient || Thick Skinned || Expressive || Calm || Selfless || Helpful || Logical || Realistic || Observant || Introspective || Neither A Loner Or Social || Perseverance || Wanderer (Hates Staying In One Place) || Defensive (Fights Back Against Those That Challenge Him) || Mysterious || Stealthy || High Prey Drive

Cryo stares at you with a blank face. He has nothing to say.

Rider:

Isobel Escamilla

Abilities:

Ice Breath

The strength of Cryo’s ice breath depends completely on the temperature of his body and surroundings. These determinants cause this ability to change “forms,” but – naturally – not at will. He can never control what type of breath he uses at one specific point in time. These two breaths are mist and solid.

Mist

Mist breath forms whenever the male is too hot to sustain solid ice. Like its namesake, it comes out as a rushing gust of air, filled with bone chilling mist. This mist cannot freeze anything upon contact, but it can cause frostbite overtime. Though, this is not made to be a precise form of attack since it will billow out in all directions no matter what he does. Thus, he will typically just “throw” it about at random to hit a target by whirling his neck and body around in various ways. Unless they are backed into a corner that is, in which he can actually aim. This “throwing” aspect of this breath not only gives him cover, but can boost his “Freezing Touching” ability to the smallest degree. Enough to where someone will at least regret touching him with their bare hands.

Solid

The dragon’s solid breath occurs only when he and his surroundings are cold enough to support it. This type of breath itself comes in two different styles – snow and ice – which he can alternate between at will. But he generally sticks to the ice form. This ice form comes out as a harsh wind at first, but will cause large accumulations and spires of ice to form on whatever it touches. It can freeze practically anything in place, if it is small enough. It should be noted that, if he is extremely cold, the ice from this breath will be near impossible (if not impossible) to melt. The barely used snow breath is likely his weakest of the three. It can barely do any damage to an opponent, but it can temporarily blind or disorient them if used correctly.

Spine Shot

As mentioned before, the blue-scaled dragon has the ability to shed the spines at the end of his tail and throw them at enemies with great precision. This is made possible due to the layering of those spikes which have the ability to loosen at will. Upon being loosened, the male will harshly flick his tail in a specific direction and send the sheath flying towards an opponent. These spikes are incredibly sharp and thick, causing a lot of damage and being hard to remove from practically anything. The lost layering is also replaceable, meaning that he does not have to worry about running out forever. But the speed by which it reforms varies greatly depending – once again – on the temperature of his surroundings. The colder they are, the faster it goes back. The hotter, the slower. Though, placing his tail in bodies of water can also speed up the regeneration process, but he only really does this when in warmer environments. The amount he can throw per battle is limited to around eighteen (as there are three throwable layers and six spikes).

Freezing Touch

When cold enough, touching the male can become quite deadly. His scales hold a constant hum of chill to them which can freeze any living thing it touches – given that it touches him with its bare form. Barriers can prevent anything from happening, no matter how thin. But the being will still become increasingly cold over time. In his home land, this ability allowed him to walk in ice that typically would not support his weight by increasing the strength and width of it. When too hot, the male still holds that chilling aura, but it would only create frost or a thin sheet of ice around his form considering that it is touching something. He is also safe to touch during time. Though, it is still advised that whoever is riding him wears a barrier just to prevent themselves from getting too cold.

Blinding Blizzard

While Cryosphere cannot control weather like storm dragons, he can apply some manipulation to already present showers or storms – given that the conditions are right. If they are, his eyes and snowflake patterns will begin to glow and he will release a broadcast aimed towards the sky. Slowly, the precipitation will turn into snow and – eventually – a harsh snowstorm or blizzard. From here, however, he has no control. It will provide him with nothing more than a boost to his breath and the use of his final ability.

Snow Cloak

The “snow cloak” ability is a rather strange case when it comes to ice dragons. No one is quite sure how exactly it works. Some assume that it works in a similar way as octopus mimicry does – changing the pattern and texture of their bodies. Others believe it to be a cause of invisibility, and the rest just see it as impeccable camouflage. No matter the method, there is no arguing that this ability exists. It works as follows: When surrounded by snow, the male can basically phase himself out of the seeing eye – as though he became the snow itself. The surrounding snow does not have to cover him on all sides (like the snow of a blizzard), and can simply be at his feet. While using this ability, Cryo must move in a slow and methodical manner. If he goes too fast, the cloak will wear off and his scales will become visible once more.

Strengths:

- Cold: Pretty self explanatory. The colder he and his surroundings are, the stronger his power and abilities.

- Precision: This male has impeccable aim, almost always hitting his target in the exact position he desires. This precision is almost exclusively observed when he is using his spine shot ability. Then again, without this strength, this ability would be almost entirely useless. After all, if he can’t hit his mark, then what is the point of the ability? Either way, this can extend toward other abilities and aspects of him, such as his breath and shoulder ram.

- Patience: Being the mark of a deadly predator, patience is a virtue that the male holds quite dear. It has gotten him out of a lot of sticky situations and has proven essential in the art of hunting. He will spend literal hours, even days, just to catch the smallest glimpse of the perfect time to strike. This virtue also allows him to easily deal with even the most annoying of beings that could run most others thin.

- Body Build: As one says, one’s greatest offense is strong defense. And that is exactly the motto that Cryo’s body plan follows. With the amount of sharp spines, spikes, and defensive assets his form has, he never really has to go on the offense. All he needs to do is angle his body a certain way and let his opponent come to him. They’re bound to run into this side spines of his, after all. Or get cut on his sharp scales. Or even become completely frozen if he is cold enough.

- Icy Environments: Another self explanatory strength, considering his entire existence focuses on this one fact. Being in an icy environment provides him with a multitude of benefits and the ability to some of his abilities – like snow cloak – as well as his first strength.

Weaknesses:

- Heat: A self explanatory weakness since a certain amount of heat can and will decrease the strength of his powers. However, if he is exposed to a large amount of heat for an extended stretch of time, he will die.

- Flexibility: One of three downsides to his body plan. Cryo is not at all flexible. Due to his multitude of spines and muscles, he finds it difficult to bend certain ways without stabbing himself with one of his own spines or without pulling said muscles. This means that if one were to catch him at the right time and attack certain areas of his body, he would have an incredibly difficult time getting them off.

- Agility: The second downside to his body plan. The blue scaled dragon is in no way capable of agility. With hook-like claws, a broad and heavy build, and some of his spines, he finds it rather hard to move quickly in order to avoid a hit. Then again, he doesn’t really need to. He’s sturdy enough to take hits and has the defenses to back it up. But, if he needs to flee, then he better hope that he can avoid all of the incoming attacks because there is no way he is dodging any of them.

- Arid Environments: Like his environmental strength, this is a rather self explanatory weakness. Being in an arid environment can cause a lot of health problems. At least in other hot biomes (like jungles), he can use water to cool down. In these areas, however, there is no water or precipitation. Thus, he will be forced to suffer through the heat. If it doesn’t kill him first, that is.

- Specialized Niche: Yet another downside to his body plan. This is an odd sort of weakness, but a weakness one the less. Much like polar bears and their hunting tactics, Cryo is very specialized for living a certain way. In his case, he is specialized for living in frozen biomes and practically nowhere else. All his desired prey items and the entire basis for his life is centered on these regions. So, take him away from this style of life, and he’ll be in grave trouble. Of course, he can adapt, but he takes a lot longer to do so than most.

Likes:

- Cold

- Winter

- Cold Biomes

- Shallow Waters

- Companions

- Listening To Others

Dislikes:

- Warmth

- Summer

- Hot Biomes

- His Mother

- Speaking

- Deserters

Crush:

Open

Mate:

Not yet.

Kin:

He is… unsure on what actually happened to his siblings. All he knows is that they were all eventually left behind. All except for him.

Open

Affiliations:

Euclid - An incredibly close friend of this that he would lay down his life for.

Open

Other:

- For whatever reason, Cyro never speaks. It is not known whether just refuses to, or if he is physically incapable of the action. Though, most assume that it is on his own terms since he can still roar and growl.

- The blue-stricken male has never really had many close family or friends. So, he holds all those he considers as such as close as possible and rarely leaves their side.

- The best place to ride this dragon is between his neck and shoulders. A gap between all lines of spines lies in this area.

- Padding and heavier clothing is suggested when riding this beast. Else, one may hurt themselves on his scales, develop a cold, or turn into a literal block of solid ice.

Wings Of Fire was a pretty cool series. Though, I only really like the first arc and Darkstalker’s super edition nowadays. I. Hate. Kinkajou and Qibli with a passion.

Let me know if you’ll have me write up his personality this time. ^^

Name:

Laban Thayer

First name meaning “Gentleness, or White & Shining”

Last name meaning “The Heir”

Age:

18

Gender:

Male (He/Him)

Sexualtiy:

Hertosexual

Role:

Rookie

Dragon:

Amhuluk

Appearance:

Credits to SuriLucy on Picrew.me

Laban is a pretty intimidating figure to stumble upon or into without prior interaction. He towers over most individuals, standing at a staggering 6’5” in height – making him hard to miss, but not impossibly so due to his stealth. Though, he is most definitely easy to spot in crowds. His build is naturally masculine but not to the extent of most farmers, looking softer than one would originally imagine. Well toned muscles are still prevalent, however, and provide the usual athletic aesthetic that comes with his occupation. It seems as though there is not an inch of his form that is made from body fat, causing him to come off as a wall of pure muscle. These muscles accumulate mostly around his arms due to the usual task of lifting heavy objects, but a good amount takes residence in his legs as well. Just not to the extent of his arms, seeing his their main usage – riding horses – is not a common occurrence for him. His chest is, naturally, abbed and works along both his arms and legs to provide even more power to any strikes he may dish out. Scarring around this area adds to this initial imposing demeanor, with a rather “nasty” looking scar running across the right side of his collarbone before disappearing from view during its trek towards his chest. Yet, there are other aspects that make him seem oddly soft as well. His baby smooth, pale skin and lack of freckles, one could almost describe him as soft if not for all that muscle he is packing. A lack of body hair is also something one may notice seeing as none sticks out from underneath his garments. The straight and casual posture is another contradicting statement towards this otherwise formidable look. It is much unlike the usual guarded, high strung, or borderline violent stances of most brawlers, being more open and approachable than most men itching for a fight. However, it is quick to switch to something a bit more battle hardened – ready to swing at a moment’s notice in order to protect a defenseless other.

This hunk-of-a-man’s facial features can simply be unforgettable or an oddity. Although starting out simple and generic, they swiftly turn to something a bit more wild and exotic. The general structure of his face is nothing out of the ordinary. A strong yet somehow “gentle” jawline defines the basis of his face with smooth and “thin” cheeks soon following suit. Here, his pale skin remains pure – having no blemishes nor freckles nor bumps or scars or even facial hair in sight. His lips are those of stand masculine men, being barely distinguishable from the rest of his face in thickness. Their color also mimics that of the rest of his skin with a slightly tanner tint. His ears are a bit off, strictly in size and not shape. They are slightly larger-than-average, but not to the extent of being noticeable. His eyes are also nothing too out there, being monolid-esk in shape and having beautiful forest green irises. Truly, what makes his facial aspects so memorable is his hair. Not so much its structure but its color. As luck would have it, this rookie was born with short pure white (or silver) hair, akin to the shade of freshly fallen snow. No one in his social circle knows where this oddity came from, but it is believed to just be the usual luck-of-the-draw genetics. A select few, on other hand, take it as some sort of sign. Though, none have been able to articulate the meaning behind it. Its overall structure is just as wild as its color, with strands having very little consistency in where they stick out. Its part is off-centered, leaning towards the left of his head and shifting most of its follicles to the right side of his head. A large amount of “bangs” (if one could consider them that) has formed because of this, with most of his longer hair sections covering his forehead and parts upper cheeks. The majority of which is located on the right side of his face. There are three main sections to this: left, right, and center. Left is considered to be the “medium” section, having more hair than one section but less than the other. This part mainly covers the top of his ear and the one corner of his eyes. The center section is the smallest of the bunch, having the least amount of hair. It only covers the middle portion of his face, reaching all the way down to his nose. The right is, naturally, the largest of these bunches of hair. It is connected to the center piece, but is too much of its own thing to be a part of it. It, like the left, covers the top of his other ear but covers a decent amount of its center as well – hiding it mostly from sight. The orientation of the part has also caused a sort of arch amongst all the hair that hangs down into his face – showing the two different sides quite clearly.

The white hair boy’s wardrobe is a simple one, or lackluster in the eyes of some. It is made up of essentially one outfit with one or two fancy add-ons, with this family being too poor for much else. And, despite his adoration of his present occupation, it is not enough for another outfit to be added to his “collection.” These clothes are what most would call his “work” clothes, with them being tossed on whenever it comes time to do his job. They are the standard “medieval” farming clothes, consisting of hand crafted shirts and pants. His casual top wear is a generic long sleeved tunic – pale cream in color with dark blue sleeves. Gray-blue linen trousers (which do reach down to the bottom of his legs) are paired with this, with a mass amount of noticeable stitchwork present from years of wear and tear, as well as length additions to conform to his current height. Leather shoes, also worn down from use, protect his feet with their somehow still durable material. The only “fancy” thing he owns in a white top of sorts, similar to modern day hoodies but less… well, modern. He strictly wears this in clean environments on special occasions. A white shirt is typically worn underneath this “hoodie.”

Any sort of accessory is considered to be a blessing for this tall young man, with him taking none that he possesses for granted. He is grateful for each and every one of them, and does his best to preserve their original appearance. Even if he owns very few. A cross earring is the smallest of these items, black in color and attached to his left ear. His right has no such addition. A dark blue cloak is another such precious article, having been created for his father years ago. It is made of some of the finest wool with the “popular” addition of tassels being present around its end. This cloak has wrapped itself firmly around his shoulders – appearing to be connected by some strings on the front – before lowering itself down his back. It extends no further than his behind. He does not go anywhere without it, believing that it keeps his father close to his heart wherever he goes. A leather belt ties all this in together, looping around his midsection. It is a bit thinner than most would expect and quite tattered through its constant use. Multiple pouches, “hooks,” and holsters can be seen connected to it – allowing for a large range of smaller items to be carried with ease.

No one is really sure what Laban’s voice actually sounds like. While those close to him hear it quite often (or what they consider often for him), encounters with a speaking snowy haired boy are few and far in-between for those outside his immediate family or circle of friends. But even those that do have the honor of hearing him speak will soon have trouble actually deciphering what he is saying. Not because of any sort of noticeable accent, but because of both soft and quiet his voice comes off as – akin to a gentle spring breeze that just lets its presence known through the shaking of forest leaves. It is nigh impossible to hear him in loud environments. The pitch of his voice is a bit startling for new people, being much higher than one would expect from someone of his stature. Though, it is still considered to be of a medium pitch for men. There’s a bit of roughness to it as well, sounding just slightly scratchy at times – but in a good way. His tone is typically cheerful yet meek, as though he were uncertain about each and every work he chose to use. Though this meekness does fade the more he gets to know someone, it does have the tendency to slip back into place around even the most trusted and beloved people in his life.

Personality:

Quiet || Charming || Soft Spoken || Thick Skinned || Patient || Gentle “Giant” || Compassionate || Selfless || Friendly || Helpful || Sorta Shy || Protective || Attentive || Mostly Confident || Hard Worker || Survivalist

Laban stares down at you in an uncertain expression. He isn’t quite sure what to say.

Laban is the living definition of strong and silent. Speaking, for him, is a rarity. A true blessing to the ears. For unknown reasons – be in his way mourning, his lack of perceived social skills making him uncertain, or simply his preference – he chooses to remain mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to or around those he loves. Or well, those he loves whom he trusts not to question his mannerisms, patterns, or anything of the like. Strangers, however, are obviously a different story. He avoids speaking to anyone he considers as such, merely using hand and head motions and expressions to communicate with them. His speech only ever comes into play when absolutely necessary. And don’t get started on the topic of him speaking to his crush. He’d be incapable of doing so, turning into a cherry tomato when simply being addressed by her. Though, he somehow still retains a sort of charm that only a select few could ever possess. He was taught chivalry from a young age, and often utilizes it to show his companions respect. Towards his crush, however, this charming aspect is a lot more tender than usual – leading to a lot of well-planned gifts and interactions, all of which aim to ensure that she enjoys her. Even he is not fond of the particular activity.

For those who miraculously get him to speak, they find him to be incredibly soft spoken. His words are oft kind and considerate, carefully placed in their particular order as a means of avoiding conflict or offending the person he is interacting with (if that is even possible). He never talks over another, allowing even the most disrespectful to speak before him or over him before it gets in a word. Thankfully, his thick skinned and patient nature prevents any sort of biting response from flowing past his lips or a physical strike as retaliation. He is completely unbothered by snarky remarks or aggressive rants, choosing to just stare and wait for the cascade of words to finally come to a halt. His voice never raises and is void of most negative emotions unless in an intense situation, choosing to appear as calm as possible in order to hopefully pacify the one in front of him if that is so much of a possibility. But, even when angered, he will not strike back (if he has a say in that). He will simply walk away to avoid further interaction.

As it may be apparent, this white haired boy is quite the gentle “giant.” Despite his immense amount of strength, he has chosen a much more passive path – never raising so much as a finger to harm another. Although not necessarily a pacifist, violence is certainly not something he knows, even if he may be decent at hand-to-hand combat (props to his father for teaching him self defense). Aggression is a last ditch effort for him, and is only utilized when in a dire situation or in the defense of another. His compassionate ways are another greatly exemplified trait. He shows a large amount of sympathy and concern for all creatures, especially those in any sort of pain. He will go out of his way to support and cheer up the disheartened, while also providing needs to the sick and injured. He always puts these peoples’ needs before his own, prioritizing their happiness over his own. A rarity in this world, but something he holds pride in. However, do not mistake him for any sort of a pushover. When struck, he will swing back twice as hard until the other has learned their lesson.

A friendly demeanor is what this young man carries with him despite what his outward appearance may hint towards others. He is very welcoming, gladly offering up smiles and aid to others around him – even if he does not feel comfortable speaking. In a way, it is rather touching how swift he is to offer a hand in any task. Though, don’t expect an offer of friendship right off the bat. He is a bit more discreet about doing that unless the other extends theirs first (which is the most likely situation). It is almost as though he were shy, in a way. He may be the one initiating the interaction in some way, but he is nearly always uncertain as to how he should continue it. Should he speak? Crack a joke? Offer them something? Would they judge them if he did? He is never quite sure.

To those in his inner circle, this tall young boy is an immensely protective force to be reckoned with. While he may have enough patience to deal with the sharp remarks pointed at him, he will never lay low when such phrases or comments are directed at a close friend or family member. He is quick to jump to their defense in this situation, not coming swinging but giving the one stupid enough to tempt fate a rather harsh glare – fit with crossed arms and a defensive stance. And don’t even think about attempting to slip under his radar to commit such actions. Laban is no idiot. He is both smart enough and attentive enough to tell that something may be up. He knows the telltale signs of discomfort in his loved ones, the mischievous or even hate-filled expressions of thus who plans. Few things slip past his watchful eyes, and he will not take any hints of malicious intent or agitation lightly.

Although shy and a bit awkward amidst social interactions, this Thayer son is pretty confident. He believes himself to be well off in his various abilities, never faltering when they are put to the test. He trusts that he is capable of handling most things thrown at him, even things they may otherwise be unfamiliar with. In such a case, he will work hard to understand and work through the issue or assignment – something he picked up after years of farming experience. No task too small, no mountain too large is essentially his motto whilst going through this. However, there is one thing he holds supreme confidence in: his survival skills. From the moment he could walk, his father began teaching him all the different methods to surviving out in the wild – in case he were to ever get lost. Marking trees for a path, building fire pits, foraging, and the like were all topics covered. Sadly, his training was cut short due to the attack but he has continued to work hard and refine his survival tactics as well as formulate new and effective new ones.

Strengths:

+ Physical Prowess

+ Survival Skills

+ Stealth

+ Kindness

+ Thick Skinned

+ Hand-To-Hand Combat

Weaknesses:

- Easy To Overwhelm

- Social Interactions

- Speed

- Gentleness (At Times)

- Easy To Spot In Crowds

- Weapons Usage & Knowledge

Crush:

His lovely and ambitious girlfriend

Significant Other/Spouse:

His girlfriend, Franchesca

Kin:

Open to a brother or two, and maybe a younger sister.

Daniel (NPC) – Father; Deceased

Open

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

- Laban was born into the farming life, residing on a “ranch” of sorts for the first eleven years of his life. Though this life was cut short, he learned many valuable lessons from this time and still holds onto his hard working ways.

- Laban’s father Daniel was killed in the attack seven years ago when attempting to save Laban. The boy has blamed himself ever since.

- This white haired man is, indeed, a Christian. However, he is not a very strong one and has much to learn. But his faith ever there.

Does my own work in progress dragon story count? :p

If not, then I’d have ta choose Eragon.