Astrid

this tired bird lover belongs to arrow 
"the world is a difficult place to live, be kind to yourself and others; it's the least we can do.": 
kalon 	kalon
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	D.A.
Art 	n/a
Coding 	Storm
Nicknames 	impure / owlet / moony / clink / muddy / minstrel / da / pebble /
Attributes 	tired smiles / listening ears / soft laughs / curiosity / playful sarcasm / self doubt /
Elements 	calloused talons / feathers on snow / ink stained cloths / the smell of metal / old parchment /
Color 	pale grey / sepia / ochre /
Animal 	great horned owl
Song 	dear fellow traveler ~ sea wolf / toss a coin to your witcher ~ caleb hayes
Character 	Character
Age 	45 (hy)
Gender 	male
Orientation 	homoromantic greysexual
Occupation 	owl master / adventurer / poet / bard / noble /
Tribe 	icewing / mudwing
Goal 	to be proud of himself / to feel worthy / to live a happy life with those he loves
Residence 	ice kingdom
Family 	adamas - husband / agni - step son / sylph - mother (deceased) / oaken - adoptive uncle / birch - adoptive cousin / brennan - adoptive cousin /
Allies 	adamas / agni / oaken / birch/ brennan / vox /
Enemies 	his father / the nightwings /
Likes 	birds / good food / mugs / jewelry / nature / winter / strolls / leisure / flirting / books / studying / laughter / peace / breads / warmth / a warm hearth / holidays / old tomes / folklore /
Dislikes 	losing control / the fear of a loved one dying / smoke / cold water / sneezing / marigolds / seals / being coddled / stuttering / feeling awkward / not knowing what to say / guilt / feeling like a terrible dragon /
Abilities 	excellent with birds / good memory / reads old runes / fantastic singer / civil /
Weapons 	wooden staff / short sword/ occasionally a tea mug
Love Interests	adamas (husband) / vox (formally)
Quote 	"dear willow trees, I really forked us up this time didn't I?"
Appearance
"well excuse me, but not all of us are radiant as the moon itself.": 
 
a rather medium to small sized dragon of mostly IceWing appearance, depending on who is standing next to him. he has a sturdy frame, not stocky but not graceful either. he typically has the face of a mudwing, while the more prominent icewing ruff of icicle like horns adorn his neck and top of his head. 
long, thin scars twist across his lips and nose, a few scrape down his neck, chest, and torso also. his forearms are also deeply cut, mostly from his birds, and a few from battle. 
his scales are a rather ruddy brown, with overlapping hazelnut and earthen hues on his armored ones. his underbelly is a very pale brown, like muddy snow, or frozen earth. 
his eyes are cornflower blue, squinting but kind. small silver spectacles rest on his snout, and deep lines sink beneath each eye. from worry or age, who knows really. 
his tail is more prominently mudwing, thicker and strong. while his wings are small, and awkward. he is a poor flier, but steady on his talons. 
usually you'll see him adorned with a simple pair of owl shaped earrings, copper made, and shining. along with either a satchel of materials and quills, or a lute strapped to his back. but if he's needed in something of the more royal sort he can be seen sporting a silvery mantle of the softest silks. one of the gifts from an overly doting husband. 
the bard's talons are rough and calloused. scarred from years of handling raptors and writing out notes. his touch is feather light though, and his rough palms are usually covered with gauze to prevent causing someone to feel the scratchy texture. 
Personality
"I am old, I am grumpy, I am...pranking the king of the icewings, dear heavens agni how'd you talk me into this again?": 
 
a gentle soul in an unkind world...
kalon, like his name, is the warmth of sun on a biting winter day. he is the beauty in the more gruesome forms of life. 
he is a fierce optimist, but not by nature, but by practice. mostly any word uttered from his lips are encouraging or light. meaning to soothe or calm even the flightiest of nerves. except his own, of course. 
he is a worrisome dragon, always fussing internally over his own mistakes, he battles with accepting anything he does, but worries little of the mistakes of others. he cares not of pride, and does not mind stooping far below his own status to help anyone in need. his jokes could tend to sidelines of self depreciating but he has gotten better since his youth. 
kalon enjoys the small things of life; a good story, a fresh loaf of pumpkin bread, soft quilts, and an open fire. he relishes in peace, having had his share of seeing the world. he speaks as if he were 10p years older than his actual age, but that isn't new, he's an old soul, even as a hatchling he felt the weight of centuries in his bones. he enjoys telling stories and writing songs, or retelling the old ones lost to time. he is a minstrel by nature, and will always truly feel as a humble servant to the master of history. 
he dislikes conflict, and did not handle it well in his youth. in his current prime he can easily handle arguments with grace, to appease both parties if need be with a gentle word and common sense. 
he hates very little, but he despises the sort of pride that makes some believe they are more important or sacred than the common souls. humility is his most cherished attribute and he will scold haughty young princes, or even kings, if their egos begin to burn those around them. 
gentle and pacifistic, kalon is not all serenity though. in his youth he was an angry dragonet. taught to look down on others different from himself, laughing at the ones similar to him, because he felt like an outcast himself. oh does he wish he could give his young personal a good clap on the head, for he learned soon that the ways taught by his elders led to nothing but pain and suffering. internally, he has not forgiven himself for the sins of his youth, as he calls them. thus a reason he attempts to help whoever he possibly can in a way of redeeming himself. 
he is constantly pointing out his own flaws, to where he can destroy his confidence entirely if allowed to get out of claw. his loved ones are helping him heal, but he is the only one who can truly forgive himself. 
but he has discovered the world punishes you enough, why punish yourself too? thus the reason he allows himself to take solace in material comforts as well. nothing beats a full belly and a story on the tongue. 
he hopes one day history will forget him entirely when he is gone, but that his legends and lessons ring true and loud. but for now he has accomplished all he longed for, and is overjoyed to be spending the rest of his years with his beloved. 
Abilities
* he doesn't necessarily have any physical attributes of either tribes
* he doesn't have fire or ice breath, but he does a bit of a cough and weak lungs. he's terribly perceptible to colds. 
* he is a good runner, and is also adept at climbing rocks 
* he's more of an intellectual than a fighter, he's really quite terrible with most weapons, but he can overpower small dragons by checking them with his sides. 
* he can wield a dagger and a short sword. he had to, once in the battle of the earthen mound. he has therefore had his weapons destroyed, (attempted to anyways his cousins took them without him knowing)
* he's strong, but not nearly as strong as another dragon his age. his talons are only used for writing, holding owls, and playing instruments so it's not like he has battle training. 
"please don't call me bro, I'm old enough to be your father": 
History
"I didn't live this long to go out by getting squashed by a mountain lion. there are more choice ways to die you know, preferably old age really.":
born to an icewing healer and a mudwing soldier, kalon had been an outcast from the start. he was raised in the outskirts of the mud kingdom, away from mostly all civilization, leaving him to befriend to animals and plants. 
his mother had taught him how to be a healer as herself and her intentions were to help him be accepted one day as an icewing medic. he studied through most of his younger years, reading and writing down everything he could possibly learn about the natural world. it seemed attainable when he a hatchling, but his father had scoffed enough at that dream that it began to shrink in kalos' heart, until it became tainted and unfavorable. although, in a way it saved him from a fate of becoming something he did not wish to become. no matter how much he excelled at it. 
the older he became the more he argued with his father, the angry war-like elder constantly pushed kalos to be stronger. to fight more, to be more assertive, to be more like him. this distressed the naturally soft-spoken hybrid, but he learned to stand his ground against his fathers cruel comments or words, enough to make his heart a bit hardened towards others. 
he stayed home to take care of his mother, she had contracted a sickness from a patient, and blackthorn disappeared soon after. leaving kalon to care for sylph and her rapidly decreasing health. he cared for her, trying to help her spirits high. he sang to her at night, and hummed to himself during the days. reciting the old stories he was told by his father as a dragonling. one of the only good memories he had of blackthorn. kalon refused to leave sylph until she sent for another icewing healer, teek, an old friend. they sent kalon away to protect him from the sickness. telling him to go find a life elsewhere, confused and hurt by their stern words, kalon said a tearful good bye to his beloved mother, and flew south to the depths of the mud kingdom. 
hoping to find his other relatives, he believed he could make a living as a simple medic for scratches or battle wounds, but here he found no one really had many problems. he survived off little, until one day a group of mudwings overheard him singing to himself. they asked if he'd sing for them for food at nearby tavern, and he agreed. soon he had a reputation. as a minstrel. he told the stories of his youth in different ways and words. writing new songs if requested, and retelling old ones. 
paid with little bits if treasure, drink, and food kalon bought a lute which he painfully taught himself over time. the story of his talents spread like a fireborn skywing and soon all of the mud kingdom had asked of his presence at least once. even queen agate herself. until he had quite enough treasure accumulated he bought a small cottage in the woods by the diamond spray delta, writing to his mother often who swore her recovery was swift and painless. and living simply with good food, and an open fire. 
but kalon was lonely, his heart hurt. he had begun to change, and he knew it. he was no longer as aggressive as he once was, but his trust was still damaged. he did not seek out friends, but that didn't mean friends did not seek him out...
one fateful day as he rehearsed a ballad to a newly betrothed couple, a dashing young mudwing caught his eye. bashful and awkward as always kalon ignored him best he could, stumbling over his words a few times before thankfully by the grace of the stars his performance was over and he huredly left the party. 
but he wasn't quite looking where he was going and crashed into another dragon, in a way that was quite the opposite of graceful. he was horrified to see it was the exact mudwing from before. he stumbled out a rushed apology and turned on his heels to leave, but he was gently stopped. 
"you do know I don't bite, right?" chuckled the stranger with a glint of mischief and benevolence in his gaze. kalon blushed and mumbled out another "sorry". 
"I'm Vox," he told him with a smile, "I live nearby, we could always meet again," and with a wink, he wad gone. leaving the minstrel confused and stammering. 
they surely did meet again as fate would have it. vox, to kalon's delight and suppose, was a fellow hybrid, being born of both mudwing and rainwing blood, but his double nature was not a burden to him, as his father had taught him it was. he taught kalon how to be proud of himself in a quiet way, and slowly, he began to trust just a little bit. that trust blossomed into feelings, and soon, before he could even twice, the poor chap had fallen in love. 
a few years slipped by, and kalon silently learned vox approached anyone with his causal flirtation and charming smiles. he gave up ever hoping to be loved in return, and instead decided to be the best friend he could to him. It was fair, he was his only friend. but another dragon soon came to town, a lovely icewing named espheera, and kalon had never seen vox look so off guard. 
he could tell a mile away his best friend was deeply in love, and as much as he wanted to be happy for him, he couldn't help the jealousy that'd bubble in his chest whenever espheera would look at vox. he couldn't take it anymore, and he finally bid his long time friend goodbye. 
vox then sold his cottage and took up being a traveling bard again. and on the road he met a strange group of mudwings, the mysterious and majestic oaken, and his too trouble making, but fairly noble nephews brennan and birch. they told him they were attempting to find an old mudwing ruin, where treasure was surely promised, as was adventure. kalon was doubtful but he had no where else to really go, he agreed and soon he found himself part of the merry band. the situations were far from comfortable, and the peril was indeed surprising, but he was no longer lonely. and oaken did something no one had ever done for him before. he stood up for kalon. for once he finally felt he belonged, and he soon found out they all had adopted him, life was wonderful for then. 
but then the journey took an unexpected turn. the ended up in icewing territory. during those years the mudwings and icewings had an uneasy alliance. the icewings did not trust the mudwings since they fought in the war of ice talons, on the opposite side with the nightwings. so they cut off all trade and dismissed them as muddy, dirty commoners not to be spoken of. 
and the mudwings were angry at the icewings for cutting off their trade even though they never even fought eachother during the battle of ice talons. they also did not, in any way, appreciate being called muddy, dirty commoners. for the mudwings have quite a bit of self respect, and no one calls them dirty. 
the band found them surrounded by icewing guards, and were swiftly marched off to be taken before the king, for he would declare their judgement. 
Relationships
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Adamas: (immensely positive)
"the god of starlight who decided to walk among mortals like me."
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Agni: (very positive)
"adamas junior, I'm fairly certain I have him to thank for most of my good luck."
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Oaken: (very positive)
"best overprotective mom-friend in an uncle shaped package."
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Brennan: (very positive)
"cousins for life. also someone please tell him to stop plucking hawkbait for his fletchings."
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Birch: (very positive)
"also cousins for life. but also carrier of 200 weapons...I don't even know where he puts them all."
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Vox: (positive)
"a very snazzy fellow, knew him in my youth."
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'"Espheera: (neutral)'''
"a very exceptional warrior, we may or may not have competed for the affection of the same dragon as young'uns... of course not."
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Blackthorn: (negative)
"I have choice words for my father but I'm too civilized and polite to say them." 
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Sylph: (formally positive)
"I miss ya mum, I hope the gods are treating you well."
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Trivia
"do I look like a warrior to you? oh of course I do, look at my lute, isn't it horrifying! see there's even bloodstains on it. oh, mind you, that's my own blood. am I bleeding?": 
* his name translates to "beauty that is more than skin deep"
* really likes sleeping
* believes in a lot of the old myths of pyrrhia 
* fairly good cook
* wanted to be a gardner as a dragonet
* disliked being a hybrid when he was younger 
* somewhat inspired by the hobbit book by tolkien 
* has a pretty big appetite, he's hungry most of the time 
* if he skips even one meal he'll be dragging himself through the day, and a complete a total grump 
* has a like 20 pet birds of prey 
* his favorites are huginn, muninn, and hawkbait. two ravens and a short eared owl. 
* his eyesight is really quite terrible. therefore he squints a lot, therefore causing a lot of eye wrinkles.
* he wants to write a story of his adventures one day but he hasn't found the motivation to pick up the quill just yet. 
* he often says it's because he's a poet not an author. 
* a very nostalgic soul, he can sometimes get swept up in longing for past loved ones, but he finds he does not wish to relieve any moments he has lived before. 
* better to live in the present after all. 
* he's a very cheesy romantic, and his love language is gift giving or singing. he often writes ballads for adamas, but he's terribly critical of them and throws out about 40 before he writes one he deems "not terrible". little does he know his lover has gone through his trash bin more often than nought to read his "romantic tragedies" with a smile. 
* his favorite flower is the forget-me-not
* his favorite food is pumpkin bread or squash soup
* he has a deathly fear of seals
Gallery
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