Javorn

Darkness comes hand in hand with ice as surely as love and tragedy. Javorn was barely into his years when he was introduced to the dark horrors life surely had in store for him. Being the First did not grant him any sort of exception.
Young, he had been swimming beneath the colossal ice rifts when he had been violently ripped from the ocean by a group of Lightening dragons, pleased that they had a new toy to play with. Violently, he fought back ripping scales away to reveal the tender flesh beneath, trying to sink his sharp fangs into anything he could. Unfortunately, 5 against 1 rarely works out especially with one so young. They took him to Shifting Expanse, shredding his wings and dropping him into a deep, tight crevasse as they stood and threw rotten food around him, laughing at his misery. The days passed slowly yet did not weaken his resolve to escape.
However, in the deepest dark of night with the flashes of lightening streaming across the sky, aid came with the mask of an enemy. Flameclaw, with the assistance of Vodou, two of the dragons in the group, hauled him out from his prison and quickly carried and dragged him back to his frozen home. They were not the same, they said, as they nursed him back to health. They had been part of the group selected to go and explore different parts of the world to bring information back to the clan leader. But the dragons they were with were heartless and cold, fond of killing and slaughter only. Flameclaw and Vodou wanted something better and they saw strength and purpose with Javorn.
It took many weeks for Javorn to finally trust them. It did not take much longer until he finally saw beauty and fire inside Flameclaw. She is warm balance to his silent exterior. They began their own clan in the Southern Icefield and resolved to teach balance to others. To think with their own minds before blindly going into a situation. To realize that there is love truly in the world.


Javorn himself is very quiet and rarely speaks unless he has something worth saying. His eyes and body movement mostly speak for him He adores Flameclaw with all of his heart despite the fact that those born from ice are cool and calculating with no overt feelings. He is quick to help out others in need but will take his time trusting. Nothing gets past his gaze and those with hidden malicious motives do not last long in his domain.

Morgane, though from a different species, is like a sister to him and is the charge he had come across on his Search.