Snowstorm "Evior" Iba

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Snowstorm 	Snowstorm
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Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	ShadowKing)74
Main Attribute 	Aurora colored eyes
Elemental Attribute 	Ice
Theme Animal 	Wolf
Theme Color 	Sage green
Themesong 	Bones (Imagine Dragons)
MBTI Personality 	INTB
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	20 in human years
Gender 	Gender Fluid (He/Him/She/Her/They/Them)
Occupation 	Scholar of Wintermistian sagas / /Prince / store owner
Tribe 	Ice/Leaf/Rain/night
Goal 	To forget his past and start anew with his Boyfriend, now fiancé, Cumulus and his children.
Residence 	The city of Riverwatch along the Branches of Yggdrasil River in the Wintermist Isles
Relatives 	mother (desceased) Father (desceased) twin, non related brother and sister
Allies 	What remains of House Felwynter, his family
Enemies 	No one he cares to mention
Likes 	Knitting, archery, reading, sleeping, snuggling with Cumulus, cats
Dislikes 	The voices in his head, death, the very thought of killing another dragon.
Powers and abilities 	Rainwing venom and scales, venom in his talons, and venomous wrist stingers
 	
Ships 	Snowulus
Quote 	"Sometimes I wish that My Father would’ve keeled over sooner, my back and wings are still sore from years of abuse"
Voice 	Fynch (Destiny 2, The Witch Queen)
What he sounds like
In my culture, It isn't uncommon for a female to take another female as a mate, although It is frowned upon, but for a male to sleep with another male... It's forbidden by our most ancient laws, punishable by death even, I don't care, I love you Cumulus. I love you more than Life itself"- Snowstorm to their boyfriend
Snowstorm is a small, lightly built dragon with white as a primary and mint green as a secondary. Mint green circles go up his shoulder and from his head down to his back legs. A two-claw slash scar treads down from his brow over his eye and to his mid cheek on the right side of his face. Snowstorm wears a sage colored scarf with Golden branches Crocheted into the cloth. His horn is tattooed with the wayfinder's compass, a family symbol. Snowstorm wears a Minniskeðja (Memory Chain) in the form of a beaded rope on one ear.
==Personality==
Evior is quiet, shy, and soft spoken, mostly due to the fact he doesn’t easily trust dragons and the schizophrenic voices in his head make it hard for him to think clearly enough to always form complete sentences. His thoughts are often disorganized and he easily blends into the background. However he sometimes gets random boosts of energy that are essentially dragon zoomies. 
"Some know the legend, they were forged in the fires of a burning world, the tongs that quenched the warlords in oil"
Evior
==Snowulus==
Evior was a dragon of simple pleasures; knitting, painting, sleeping, drawing, hiking, and sometimes even treating himself to a drink... but there was one thing that dwarfed all his happiness and fun... Cumulus. Evior didn't know how he found himself in Cumulus's bed, wanting to snuggle, and hug, and cuddle, and kiss, maybe it was that tribrid's gentle touch, or his soft voice, could it be his smile? He had always liked males (a little bit) better than females... Gah! No! Stop thinking that! Imagine what father would do to you if he ever found out! 
You've always known that You were gay, why fight it now
Why not?
You will never be able to fight me, I will always haunt you, Stupid.. Stupid.. Stupid.
He had always been a prisoner within his own mind, haunted by venomous voices no one else could hear, tortured by things that no one else could see. 
Evior was thrown out of his trail of thought by his sister walking to sit beside him. 
"You're thinking about him, aren't you"
Kassandra- the only one who knew about his boyfriend.
Evior nodded and pulled the cotton hood of his cloak over his head and tucked his wings close, so that no passerby could see his scales radiate into pastel pink and his cheeks flare up blue as he blushed. Snowstorm found it hard to look into his sister's eyes. 
"Awwwww, that is sooo sweeeet, go snwuggle with your boyfriend, I wish I could see the adowableness." she joked 
Evior blushed harder and flicked his tail in her direction. 
"Don't worry, I'll cover for you." 
Evior's scales receded into a calmer, more neutral color 
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Hidden alone, surrounded by a dense forest of pine, oak and ash was a house made from an ash log wall and a natural cave system. It was night, wolves cried out, minks sprinted, and lemmings squeaked. Evior walked up to the door and as she reached for the knocker she was overcome with nervousness, and a flurry of other emotions 
C'mon it's just for the weekend, why am I so sweaty, why is it so hard to knock... why is it so hard... 
Evior took a deep breath and knocked. 
The door opened. 
Evior wrapped her wings around the dragon that emerged 
"Hi Evie, how've you been?" 
"Missing you, Cumulus." 
"Come on in." 
Evior walked in and snuggled right next to Cumulus they both turned shades of pink and blushed, Snowstorm made a cooing noise as Cumulus wrapped a wing around her small body. There was a lot of said cooing and snuggling, nuzzling, cuddling, and yes, even kissing, by the time they eventually went to sleep in the same bed, Cumulus was laying on his back with Evior's tail around his forearm, her head on his chest and Cumulus's wing on top of her midget torso. 
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The Auroras were beautiful. Evior and Cumulus sat side-by-side their tails intertwined, Evior had her head rested on Cumulus and Cumulus had his wing around Evior's, and his talon placed on top of his girlfriend's. Their scales found sync with the lights. 
"Do we consider this a date?" Evior asked 
Cumulus smirked "until we have something to eat, no." 
"HA! Don't expect me to cook anything." 
"You are banned from my kitchen, so you'll have to wait to snuggle any more, Evie." 
"I'll wait for as long as I have to." 
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The first time she met Cumulus was by an old ash tree that Evior had carved the Wintermistian phrase "Hjemmet til veien videre" (Home of the wayward) It seemed fitting at the time, her home wasn't his, days at a time, she would be thrown out by her father, usually right after being whipped with his father's bull whip he used for hearding the mammoths. The only thing that changed is the fact that her father would take extra time to tie shards of glass and sharp stone into said whip. Her father thought her a monster, an argr, and so he treated the mammoths better than her. "At least they know what they are." He would say. 
Evior's wings were always in pain. 
Right, getting sidetracked. 
Evior wandered through the forest, The Wolves cried, the trees of Ash, Spruce, and Oak creaking in the wind, the scent of firebrand permeated the air. Evior continued walking until she reached it, An old Ash tree, big and strong. Its branches extended outward in every direction, the other trees stayed far back in a perfect circle as though they respected it, in a way. Evior climbed into his little spot where the branches and leaves were so thick that it was pretty warm, she had already lined it with wolf fur so that it was even warmer. As she curled up, she got that feeling of being watched. 
Sun rising, Snow snowing, a white and blue unknown dragon inches from her face... wait a minute. 
Evior sat there for a moment, her brain putting the pieces together. what did it come up with? Blush and mumble an unintelligible "Hi" 
The tribrid sat there, staring into her eyes "Umm, morning? I don't usually see Felwynters this deep in the woods, sorry about embarrassing you" 
"How did you-" 
"Your eyes, size, and body shape are a dead giveaway, I mean, no dragons around these parts have antlers or that many horns. One, two, three, four, five, six! all on the top of your head! And your eyes, I've never seen that shade of amethyst." 
"Yeah? Well, my father says, me and my eyes are a disgrace" 
"I think your eyes are cute." 
Evior blushed, mildly alarmed 
"Ha, you think I'm cute too! So, what's your name?" 
She sighed "It's Evior" 
"Evior? Isn't that a female name, you don't look female, maybe a little feminine but I think you're a ma-" 
"Not at the current moment actually." 
"Oh! That's nice... My name is Cumulus. Male. Tell me about yourself. " 
"I renamed myself Evior with my mother's permission because I preferred a slightly more feminine name" 
"Ah. So then Evior, why are you out here with no one around, won't your parents be worried?"" 
"I could say the same about you." 
"...Touché." 
"I'm out here because my father threw me out for the weekend, hoping I'll die of hypothermia or something..." 
Cumulus opened his mouth as though he were about to speak, but Evior continued. 
"He hates me, because of... you can guess why. He calls me Argr! He treats the mammoths better than he treats me! The MAMMOTHS, Cumulus! He beats me! He scars me! He psychologically tortures me! He throws me out in this, this" she gestured to the surrounding area, " FROZEN HELLSCAPE because he wants me not to come back!" She made a weird choking noise, "Sorry..." she said, wiping tears from her eyes "I really needed to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening" 
Cumulus was speechless. He looked into her sad amethyst eyes. "W-We all know dragons with sticks up their butts, we just have to escape them, or be better. Can I... look.. at your scars? 
Evior spread her wings, there were scars where they had been cut and sown back together. 
"Do you mind if I touch them?" 
"Be gentle, please." 
"Gentle as a summer breeze in Skye." 
Evior shivered as she felt Cumulus run his claws over her wings and spine. His claws were warm, and soft. 
"Cold?" 
"How are you not?!" 
Cumulus's only response was a giggle. Evior winced as a claw went over a particularly painful gash on her lower back. Cumulus pulled back immediately 
"Sorry! are you alright?" 
"I'm fine." She turned back around. 
"Hey... If you ever want to... talk... or somewhere better to sleep, I've got a nice comfy cave not far from here you can come by and rant to me all you'd like. Why don't we walk there now? Together." He held out a talon. 
Instead of taking it she leapt into and embraced Cumulus, who noticed her shoulders heaving. 
"C'mon, lets go." 
She didn't return home the following month, and instead stayed with Cumulus and helped him hunt using a bow that she made from sinew, animal fur and and ash wood Cumulus chopped, eventually her twin sister came and found her and visited her the following weekend. 
"It's... we're not... I... Just love him, I have no Idea why, and I couldn't care about him anymore than I already do"
Snowstorm- explaining his relationship with Cumulus to his sister
==Backstory==
Snowstorm was hatched by his mother Eyasnix (Young Hawksnow) and abusive Father Rødrî into Clan Felwynter, one of the oldest clans in the Wintermist Isles dating back to the Rise of Iron, A time where land was disputed between the Iron Lords of the North, the Reclaimed of the South, and various factions of Warlords spread few and far between. His father wanted him to be a warrior, buuuuuuut he was never able to wield a sword properly, or a shield, or any other sort of melee weapon. His mother taught him how to shoot a bow, alchemy, and how to knit, all of which he was better at. His father grew to hate him for this, and the fact Evior changed his name and didn't have a set gender.
==Quotes==
"Focus your will, Focus your strength, Light the path ahead"
"Yessssss, sweet incineration"
"Fires fade, embers reignite, all is well in the end"
"Procrastination! That's my brain's way of saying 'what a retarded idea' "
"that's the 'point' of it, congratulations! You've earned a sword from your good friend Swordstorm! Don't worry, I'm out of sword puns. I won't come back and 'stab' you with more!"
"They say that in times of grief people look to those in charge, I don't, my father was an Arsehole"
"Sometimes I wonder, why are we here, why are we forced to live through this pain. But then I remember the story of the Isles, our founders. I remember my mother and I keep going"
“By the raven’s words, you dragons are crazy!”
”wow… the un-killable… is dead. Thank you, my friend”
”Um, hi… Name’s Snowstorm. No! I mean Evior! I mean- raaaagrrrrh stupid, stupid, stupid, idiot! Not you, no, I’m the idiot, just to clarify.”
== Gallery ==
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==Trivia== 
*The Norse name Evior was traditionally a female name meaning 'wise gift'
*Snowstorm/Evior has gone through many character changes in recent years, this one is the one I like most
*The name Felwynter is an alternative to the word Fimbulwinter (or Fimbulvetr) a three year winter and prelude to Ragnarok in Norse mythology. 
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