Popcicle

P O P C I C L EThis OC belongs to Farmcat and any use of her should be confirmed by me. You can definietely help out with her catagories, and grammar and spelling mistakes, just run it by me in the comments (statement not including admins or mods). Coding by AvalonCat.
Popsicle 	Popsicle
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Farmcat
Artist 	Base by locustsale, colored and edited by kitty
Main Attribute 	Sweettooth
Elemental Attribute 	Candy
Theme Animal 	Pink-Necked Green Pigeon
Theme Color 	Pastels
Theme Song 	Lily
Hostility Level 	Peaceful and friendly
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	9 years (hatched in 5,002 AS)
Gender 	Female
Occupation 	A freelance candy-maker
Tribe 	IceWings
Goal 	To invent non-melting ice cream
Residence 	Coastal Side
Ancestors 	Opal, Snowflake, Snowfox
Dragonets 	Cimex, Starfish, Crag, Tidal
Powers and abilities 	Frostbreath, high tolerance for the cold and bright lights, her skill to swim in frosty waters
Weaknesses 	Her soft heart, weird and very obvious appearance, short stamina for long flights
Weapons 	Her claws, teeth, spikes, frostbreath, tail, and wings
Love Interests 	Orca
Quote 	”My name is Popcicle, pronounced exactly like popsicle, just spelt differently! Why does nobody ever understand that concept yet?”
 
A P P E A R A N C EPopcicle is pastel, to say the least. Her back spikes are in soft shades of modest pink, lovely purple, and very pleasant blue colors that instantly remind you of sweet candy drops, and her pale aquamarine underbelly simply makes sense if the same exact color was swirled into the circular design of a lollipop. Her tail is thicker than regular IceWings, and ends in a remarkably rounded tip, and her claws are stouter and smoother than average. She has sleek silver-white scales that have a gentle shine to them that are all fairly unblemished and emit a slight cold air. The insides of her ears are pigmented a delicate blend of lilacs and teals, rimmed by bright, pale cyan along the edges. Her eyes have a relaxed look to them, glowing with youth she holds in her heart forever. Her stance is bouncy and high-held, with a long neck and tall wings, and a lifted chin. She’s much different to the rest of her Tribe in the way that when you look at her for the first time, you think, “oh that dragon is adorable and very light-colored” instead of thinking “oh that dragon is so beautiful and sleek and pale” like you would with a normal IceWing. She usually doesn’t strike dragons as gorgeous or glamorous, she’s more of a cute and funny dragon with her round cheeks and somewhat chubby exterior, despite being nine years old. Her horns are sharp ended and are tipped with pale pink gradients, being a not noticeable feature of hers due to the facts her horn tips are being rustled into the maze of other pastel spikes.
Popcicle doesn’t wear many jewels or gold, and instead adorns herself with homemade clay charms of candies and thin bracelets made of even thinner colorful thread occasionally.
 
P E R S O N A L I T YPopcicle is friendly, outgoing, clingy, affectionate, touchy, sincere, loving, and playful. She’s naturally a social butterfly, chatting her life away with friends and strangers alike, and enjoying dragons company, regardless their Tribe or upbringing. For such a talkative and sweet dragon, it’s not surprising that she’s incredibly open to everyone about every single thought that runs through her mind. She’ll often speak her thoughts aloud and share her honest opinion, although if that opinion of hers comes in favor of hurting her friends feelings, she’ll mainly keep it to herself. Her love language is quality time, as she loves talking one-on-one with her children and boyfriend and friends, with stable eye contact and their concentration only on one another. Even though it seems a little too intense and weird for some dragons, Popcicle will feel rejected and take it very personally if the dragon she’s trying to connect with is looking preoccupied or not taking her seriously.
She’s nervous when it comes to hatchlings and dragonets, scared of all the tales of frostbreath accidents in the royal IceWing hatchery she’s heard about, and wants to be the perfect mother to her adopted dragonets. She can be overly cautious and careful, handling tough or new situations with gentle sincerity or anxious politeness. She isn’t the dragon you’d think is a mother at such a young age, especially with all the inexperience she has in parenting, but she believes in herself to raise Starfish, Crag, and Cimex well. She’s faithful and devoted to the ones who care for her in return and loves uplifting or caring for friends and family, even if they’re having a really good day anyways. 
 
S K I L L S
* candy making
* baking
* consoling
* caring for others
* her frostbreath
* jewelry crafting
 
H I S T O R YPopcicle’s parents never really showed up. They never made a move to reveal themselves. They never visited their dragonet. Absolutely never. This created the long round of rumors circulating within the Ice Kingdom about Popcicle being a hybrid of some sort, maybe an IceWing-RainWing mix, most likely, but none of that was ever confirmed. Plus Popcicle never showed anyways signs of color-changing scales or venomous front fangs when she was old enough to speak and think and walk and blabber. She had been adopted by an old male IceWing who lived on the outer edges of the Ice Kingdom, and attended an all purebred IceWing school called Glacier Academy, named in honor of their long-deceased former IceWing queen. Everyday it was eat breakfast, go to school, come back and learn how to hunt, eat dinner, swimming lessons, go to sleep, and repeat. It was a fairly dull and repetitive life, but Popcicle knew nothing more or less than what was shown to her so she accepted unconsciously that this was the way all lives went. Her adoptive father was distant and awkward around her, although never cold or rude. He put food into Popcicle’s belly every night and tucked her in to sleep, but nothing more. No words of praise, no fun adventures, no hugs. Just sustaining Popcicle to grow up into a physically healthy and well-fed dragon. She was bored most of her early life but thought this was what it meant to live. She had two close friends, Orca and Gale, whom she had been friends with every since she started attending school.
The three of them would hang out on the carved ice play structure everyday during recess until a mysterious IceWing came up to them and asked for Gale to follow her somewhere else where she had to tell Gale important news. Gale saw nothing weird in it and followed the female IceWing without hesitation. Orca and Popcicle waited for their friend to come back. Five minutes. Fifteen. Thirty. An hour. Two hours passed. Recess was over and they were called into the school building for another class. Popcicle and Orca started to panic. In their anxiety, they told the teacher what happened to Gale. To their surprise, the teacher smiled at them and told them to go back to their seats and listen up. The two dragonets didn’t see their friend for another two days and were worried sick until Gale showed up at school one day with a whole squad of armored IceWings behind her. She was wearing a thick jewel-encrusted silver crown and was wearing a valuable amount of makeup on her face, despite being only three years old at the time. She told Orca and Popcicle all about how she was led over to the actual Ice Palace where Queen Snowfall lived and was crowned “Lady Gale” by a royal IceWing who according to Gale had a “snooty and ugly kind of twisted up face with no humor or fun in it”. She told them that Snowfall had told Gale about something that had to do with heirs and noble blood and then sent her back to her school in a large silver carriage. The three friends didn’t really get it back then and dropped the topic until the teacher announced, at the end of the school day, that Gale was officially the new IceWing heir for the throne to succeed Queen Snowfall when she passed away, and that Gale would be transferring to a high-level academy near the heart of the Ice Kingdom.
W.I.P
 
T R I V I A
* her eyes are pale cyan, unlike the rest of her Tribe’s blackish-blue eyes
 
G A L L E R Y
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Category:Content (BubbleteaCat)
Category:Females
Category:IceWings
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