Adamas

snarky ice boy
"cities rise and empires fall; the only thing we can really do is protect the ones we love.": 
adamas 	adamas
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	arrow
Art 	n/a
Coding 	storm
Nicknames 	your higness / iceking / your majesty / royal / snow-snout / da
Attributes 	watchful glances / dramatic flourishes / quiet threats / longing /
Elements 	twisted crowns / graceful movements / silken robes / melting ice /
Color 	pale silver / bronze / dusty grey /
Animal 	snowy owl
Song 	battle of hearts - ruelle / little lion man - mumford and sons
Character 	Character
Age 	47 (hy)
Gender 	male
Orientation 	biromantic bisexual
Occupation 	king / warrior /
Tribe 	icewing
Goal 	to never lose a loved one to preventable circumstances / to see his kingdom flourish / to find peace
Residence 	ice kingdom
Family 	kalon - husband / agni - son / valar - late wife (deceased) / voromir - mother (deceased)
Allies 	kalon / agni / the ice kingdom /
Enemies 	oaken (formally) / the nightwings /
Likes 	jewels / safety / gifting / seeing his son triumph / being over dramatic / mead / fancy items / shawls / fashionable items / feasting / order / knowing everything is right within his kingdom / elks / music /
Dislikes 	not being in control / unnecessary bloodshed / war / being told to stop being dramatic / mudwings / things that are excessively dirty / fear /
Abilities 	physical strength / combat skills / master of weaponry /
Weapons 	twin blades
Love Interests	kalon (husband) / valar (late wife / deceased)
Quote 	"please stop gawking with your jaws hanging open like that, you are not a pelican."
Appearance
"one's care in their own well-being is a direct representation of their capabilities.": 
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Personality
"I don't really worry myself over the opinions of others, it's freeing.": 
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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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