Hypothermia

----Appearance
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Hypothermia has a tall, lean build covered with wiry muscle. She wears a cheerfully animated expression on her face and has pale, greyish-blue eyes that shine with laughter. They are so at odds with her scales, which are of a stark white; the colour of dead flesh and frozen skin. Light blue dots are sprinkled across them, looking very much like flecks of snow.
One glance tells you that this dragon appreciates silver. Hypothermia positively drips with it, the cold metal glinting brightly in the light. She wears a silver belt with silver knives tucked inside, and a silver necklace around her throat that has a single charm hanging from it. Encircling each horn are three silver rings, carved with intricate designs that look almost frost-like.
----Personality
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Hypothermia is fearless and on occasion, cocky. She carries herself with confidence, but does not let that confidence make her careless. She is alert and watchful. Discreet. Patient.
She knows how well patience can serve her. 
To the outsider, Hypothermia is all energy and spontaneity. She appears to be recklessly self-assured, so certain of her indestructibility. Or perhaps, woefully unaware of her mortality.
Let the outsider think that. Let them be lured into a false sense of security, let them think that they have Hypothermia all figured out. She won't dissuade the ideas that they have of her. 
She'll take advantage of them. 
After she's done, she'll take a step back and react with horror and disgust. Horror at her actions. Disgust at herself, that she does this, over and over again. 
Hypothermia does not mean to be this way. Hypothermia does not want to be this way; but she has been raised in it, and she has lived in it for so long that sometimes, she forgets.
She is not that dragon anymore. She does not want this. 
She would rather be a normal IceWing. She tries to be one, to prevent from falling back to her old ways, but old habits die hard. She tries to be fair and honest. She hopes that she is. 
----Backstory
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Unlike most aristocrat IceWings, Hypothermia didn't care about the rankings. At least, that is what other IceWings would say of her. Out loud, Hypothermia voiced the opinions that the system was dumb, that she wouldn't let anyone else decide her identity for her. When she was meant to be training, she would balance knives on her head and dance around. When she was supposed to be learning IceWing history, she would sing undignified songs about the teacher. She was an embarrassment to herself, to her parents, and most of all; to the tribe. 
For all these reasons, Hypothermia was sent away to an arctic outpost, far out on the outskirts of the IceWing Kingdom. It was a punishment, a way of telling her that she was no longer welcomed among the nobility. At least, that is, until she regained some sense of decency. 
Hypothermia was ecstatic. 
The truth was, she did care about the rankings. She cared about dismantling them, or at least getting rid of her own. The rankings had weighed on her like a cloak in icy waters; the cloak was meant to provide warmth, but over time it had become waterlogged and frozen, slowly dragging her down until she fought to breathe. This isolated little place? It was what she wanted. It was what she needed. 
Except, the dragons there neither wanted nor needed her. 
Wandering around the bleak and dreary outpost all by herself was unbearable. Here she was a stranger, but more than that, she was a stranger of notorious repute. Everyone was somehow aware that she was the aristocrat dragonet getting a slap on the wrist for misbehaving, and they did not care to associate with her. 
At least back within her circle, Hypothermia had friends to laugh and joke with. 
She had heard of a faraway city in the SandWing Kingdom called Possibility, and she figured if anyone was in need of some possibility right now, it would be her.
Off to the city she went. She was disoriented, at first. The many sights, smells, and noises that she encountered were so, so different from anything she had ever experienced before. There, Hypothermia was amazed to discover 
----Relationships
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Chimonanthus: Chimo was one of Hype's closest friends, but they lost touch with each other after Hypothermia was excommunicated from the circles. She continues believing that Chimo is still happily and healthily living with family and friends, completely unaware that the other dragon has gone missing. 
Albedo: Albedo's Chimo's uncle, and for a bit there, he was Hypothermia's science teacher. He was so easily riled up, it was great! She hardly had to try for him to send her out from the classroom. She tried to tone it down a bit for him, though, since he always seemed so stressed. 
Threadweaver: Threadweaver is a riot. She takes everything so seriously and never gets any of Hypothermia's jokes. Hypothermia acts even more outrageous around her just to see her reactions. They never fail to make Hypothermia laugh. 
Taz: Taz is a new friend that Hypothermia met in Possibility. The two hit it off from the very start because of their similar personalities and history, and because they share a particular brand of defiance against government leaders. 
Sidewinder: Sidewinder tried to steal the rings right off of Hyper's horns, a decision that aptly demonstrates the SandWing's poor judgement and lack of stealth. Hypothermia had been irritated at first, but took pity on the dragonet when she saw how scrawny and scared she looked. She'd let Sidewinder go. 
----Trivia
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* Hypothermia 
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----Gallery
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