Solstice

Solstice is an adult Icewing with Frostscales.
== Personality ==
Sol appears quite emotionally closed off most of the time, behaving how a stereotypical werewolf would with a short temper. She is ruthless, showing little no remorse especially in the heat of battle though she really does care, only the fear of forming attachments will expose weak links in her which she has been taught to ever so hate. 
She has a sharp tongue, and normally doesn’t ever back down without a fight, confident in her own hand to hand combat abilities. Unfortunately she is also very prideful, disliking critiques though will take them silently, hate the person later gain the knowledge now type mindset. She is very loyal to those she cares for and can get defensive if she finds someone has insulted it or anything she cares about. Though she can have this cold exterior demeanor, those she cares for will find that she will do anything for them. 
Solstice is a dragon who moves like she has already found all the answers to herself when she really hasn’t. She is a natural leader and a good one at such, given her background with her soldier parents. She uses her fury to keep her going, and when she becomes tired, she thinks of all the things that make her angry, some say it’s a bad moral boost but Sol sees no indifference as long as it gets her through whatever she’s trying to do. That’s her secret to being so formidable, as those older than her observe. She is sharp, quick to anger, which can lead to disastrous situations, persuasive, stubborn, menacing, extremely protective and impatient. 
Her anger is both a weapon and a safe place for her to go when her emotions become too complicated. She believes that her own yelling is hilarious and morale-boosting, and has a strong moral compass, always ready for a fight whenever. However, this is only scratching the surface, in all sense, her trust is hard to earn due to her childhood of ignorance and isolation along with her hard training, however well worth it and she can assure you a nice, calm friendship with ripples of fun as well as a protection of sorts. 
She’s quite divine as a friend, a lively and kind soul, with remarkable talents, ranging from painting and drawing all the way to her power. Despite the expectations that weigh on her shoulders, she has kept her caring ways and will easily call anyone down if needed. She won’t hesitate to help anyone and will try to talk things out however is not to be underestimated in the slightest.
However as years went by and Solstice’s upbringing impacted her majorly, she became cold, blunt and distant from everyone, a single glare able to cause people to cower in fear. On the outside she doesn’t appear to care much , if not at all for whatever is going on though deep down she really does and only wishes for the world to be a better place. During her brief time on the streets living on her own she had developed a ‘wolf stare’ 
Though if she does open up, she’s quite caring, in her own way, kinder and teasing as well as protective and can be somewhat sarcastic. And maybe just a glimpse of the ‘old her’ will come back. But just because she’s a loner and doesn’t like crowds doesn’t mean she’s a wuss and you do not want to make her mad. However due to her trust issues, she’s most likely to attack if she thinks anyone is threatening her or her queen. She’s not easily intimidated and isn’t the best at dishing them out but can quietly give you the cold shoulder and you’ll know when she’s angry at you. 
In battle however, it’s like she’s flipped the switch, the dragonet is ruthless, strong and maybe even unhinged some of the time, she’s easily able to outdo her opponent in most ways and keeps an alluring smile on her face, it’s fun to the girl, she’s capable and she knows it. She’s often holding a facade of a poor weak girl in order to confuse her opponents as well.
The girl has grown a silver tongue as lies very easily, said lies being incredibly hard to tell whether or not she’s lying. In honesty, she is rather confusing, little to none can truly read her. Her action and speaking patterns leave others guessing and double checking.
== Backstory ==
Born on the brightest night, Solstice grew up in an aristocratic IceWing family, always being pushed to do better. Stressed by all the expectations her parents gave her, constantly facing the tough words. Solstice had a passion for making art though her parents heavily disapproved and thus that option flew out the window. 
One day she had been painting when her father, Frost, had burst in, destroying the painting as it stood. She was distraught, and from then on always tried her best to impress her parents, desperately seeking their approval; however all they seemed to care about was her brother Boreas. Day in day out training was all that was on Solstice’s routine.
“Solstice. Get up” 
Huh?
Feverdream snapped at the dragonet on the ground, only around 3 or 4 at the very best. Weak. Dumb. The only good thing is that she had a pretty face. Without it her mother would have thrown her out. Or killed her by the likes of it. She blinked away the confusion as her attention snapped back towards the man that now towered over her body.
She opened his eyes to the bright light, eyes that were as sharp and clear as an eagle spotting prey. Her father stared down at her and the kind face of her mother flashed in her mind before disappearing again. 
‘Get upSolstice”
The young child - no, woman stood waist deep in a field of wheat that stretched for miles. Above her, the golden sun sat in a perfectly blue sky. She looked around, adjusting the spindly pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. Green, rolling hills sat in the distance, bathed in the warmth. 
A small group of buildings stood some ways away; the beginnings of a blissful childhood. She hadn't set foot in a calming field for years.A few steps away from her stood her mother, in a simple dress and beautiful smile, her hair waved in the wind.. And in his arms was baby Sol, smiling up at her mother while her father watching, an arm over the woman with a kind smile, cooing at his baby.
"Solstice" 
Her head lifted, and she looked around for a source of the whisper. There was no one else in sight. The warm field was gone, in its place stood crisp white snow. She sighed sadly. She looked down at the white dagger in her hand. 
Thin, lithe fingers, callused from working in the field, held fast a Bakelite grip flecked with dried blood and gray matter. She slowly limped forward through the snow, and thought back to her training space where her father stood waiting, his kind smile gone as wrinkles of a frown formed Solstice was an unrelenting taskmaster. 
With a laugh, she raised her practice daggers, and watched as her own mother advanced inexorably towards her once more. She rushed him. Solstice’s form was excellent, almost flawless; every cut, every guard, and every parry was executed as though she had rehearsed them hundreds of times. It would have worked, were she facing anybody else. However, there was a fine line between perfect and merely ‘excellent’. 
She felt it before she realized it; her center of gravity was too far forward, she had leaned a bit too much into this overhead slash, her foot shifting forward a few centimeters to regain her balance— Before her father kicked it out from underneath her, sending Sol sprawling to the ground. Not even bothering to lean down, he placed the curved edge of his own saber against her gently heaving throat, forcing the cold steel to flick her chin up so that she was looking at him. 
Dead in the eye - while her sword was a blunt, a mere practice tool, hers was an actual sharpened weapon. As she looked into his eyes, the coldness of realization came over her like falling through the ice of a frozen lake. They were black voids, devoid of life or even a spark of emotion. 
She’d seen eyes like those; they would give her no mercy. And then the blade lifted. Mother didn’t even bother checking on her, much less deign to reach down and help her up. Suddenly however she curled her fist, causing her father to shift in major discomfort, pain breaking through his body but it suddenly stopped.
“Again. God fucking dammit” 
Solstice dragged herself back onto her feet, and weaved herself into her fighting stance, graceful as a feather in the wind..
A couple years later, Solstice (and a couple other dragons) one day was sent out on a deadly mission as a test by the queen to see who could spy on an ex guard and traitor disguised as an intruder in order to select which of the young ones were to be drafted into her army and get a chance to assassinate and bring back a piece of him at whatever cost. Solstice really didn't want to, as she really hated the idea of harming a small, innocent dragonet who didn't do anything to deserve to be dragged into the conflicts. 
But at the same time, she wanted to impress the queen. She wanted to prove to her parents that he wasn't a weakling. She wasn't a shy, idiotic dragon who was scared of a dimwit traitor. She was an IceWing. Surely she could do this. Her parents trusted her, surely. She wouldn't let them down. As She slowly entered into the familiar snowy alps, hiding herself carefully. She saw 3 of the traitor’s youngest dragonets sitting on a cold platform. Hah, did the traitor really decide to let their guard down and let the queens dragonets an upper claw? She hissed, walking up towards up. No, this was a test from the queen, were you heartless enough to kill a dragonet..? Yes… yes, Solstice was… wasn’t she? Two of them were asleep, and one was rolling around with a piece of rock. 
She reached forwards, tackling the older dragon by the stomach; her Frostscales did the rest of the work for her, freezing his limbs, his neck, and his vital arteries until he stopped moving. She got off him, seeing the frozen sight in front of her and fled, all the way back to the castle.
Being the first one back, and with proof, she was congratulated by pretty much the entire tribe. Her parents loved him (or their love was conditional..), the queen promoted Solstice and her family. But she regretted doing that. She shouldn't have. For the rest of her time with her parents, she didn't feel good. Her mood changed, she became rebellious, standing up to them. 
Sooner or later however she would be sent trained by the queen’s guards personally and rose up the ranks to become head guard. Her mother had died not too long ago.. The event had been horrific, so many dead and many others glared at Solstice. A dragonet forced to murder her mother to stop this rampant anger that she was releasing onto the tribe. The Icewings vowed to keep closer watch on animus’ from now on and Solstice being used as the queen’s pet wasn’t much a life…
== Appearance ==
While Solstice is quite tall and slender for her age, she's also clearly athletic and fit/slim though not to the point where she's deemed as 'bulky', a fairly good size for a healthy female, while she doesn't look it, she could probably match those much older than herself. Her scales mimic the northern lights, reminiscing in varying shades of purple, blue, and white, the darker shades beginning along her spine and back, easing into cooler shades along her wings and underside. She doesn’t retain any birthmarks however does have a couple of war scars here and there around her body. Solstice doesn’t wear any accessories, as any she does wear will be permanent until she physically has to break.
Category:Frostscales
Category:Icewings