WhiteWalker

~LucidDreamer




Clan Rank:
Enforcer/ Executioner

Nickname:
White Death, Ice

Name origin:
None

Mate:
Lichen

Theme song:
Oh Death ~ Jen Titus

History: (By Dew)
The land of the Icewarden was not a kind mistress. The cold was harsh and froze many dragons to their bones. It took a warm enough heart to escape from the icy weather. White Walker was born with a purpose. He was raised from the egg to become a harsh enforcer, someone that would do his job and do it well. A warrior at heart, powerful in movements and voice, and heartless to those that did not follow the laws of his home. This upbringing was not easy on him, and left him with several "quirks" as one would say, but White Walker did his job, and he made sure no one was better at than him. While working as an apprentice under the former executioner, White Walker gained a tough outer shell that he made sure never affected him. His future job would be to do this on his own. To decide who was worthy to die and who was not. That job was important, just as much as enforcing the rules and keeping order and peace. Not that it was a well-liked job, especially among those that broke the rules. His childhood consisted of watching and learning about execution techniques and the laws. It wasn't the brightest of childhoods, but it was his.

Not all was well with his job as he aged and became a stronger, wiser Imperial. He fought constantly with those that broke the rules and gained many injuries. His familiar, the Permafrost Impaler, helped him beat down the most rebellious of souls and allowed White Walker to continue his job. With the injured he sustained, he never gave up with his job. Not a sick day, no leave. Nothing. White Walker was raised for this. He knew it was coming. He also knew that one day his vision would fade and his other senses would slowly begin to disappear. A cruel reward for the job, but nothing he could not handle. Then she came. Lichen. White Walker ignored her, and refused to be treated by the beautiful Imperial female. He was a strong dragon, he required no assistance, but that wasn't it. His job isolated him from others sometimes, making him grow used to being alone. Lichen had never given up. It was strange, to White Walker at least. Rarely anyone had decided to try to get close to him, to help him with his wounds. His body had grown stiff from pain and injury, his movements slow.

Months? Weeks? White Walker didn't keep count as Lichen worked her way past his tough shell and past the ice that had long since covered his heart. There was still warmth down there, but also fear. Pain. Worry. He was a child once, a child that had dreams and fears, but his job prevented him from feeling them. Then slowly, he opened up. He spoke to Lichen about his worries, his fears, his childhood. All while she helped him he felt himself growing closer to her, to her warmth. Her kindness. She wasn't scared of him, she didn't judge him. She had helped his old wounds to finally heal which stopped some of his pain when moving. Even with his dying eyesight he felt he grew happy when he saw her. Not that he showed it on the outside. He still had his job, his requirements to be the enforcer and the one to decide how a dragon deserved to leave his world. Regardless, White Walker enjoyed Lichen's company, and was more than happy when they became mates. To this day, White Walker continues working and allowed Lichen and Lichen alone to care for him, to aid him when he needs it. He is a protective and loving mate and has allowed a few more to approach him, but none have touched his heart and has warmed it the way Lichen had. He is happy in his home, and will work till his dying breath keeping the clan, and his mate, safe.

Group/Friends in Clan:
For the most part he only enjoys the company of his mate Lichen, from time to time he can stand the presence of Azroth or the young Imperial Pitch.

Familiar:
Permafrost Impaler

Art:

~RadicalRyuu


~Xiao