Prosper

Prosper felt his Search come on when he was young. He left the nest early, far earlier than most. He wandered across most of Sornieth, giving him abilities above others. He could see better in the dark, breathe in water, fly higher than others his weight. The ice clans blessed him most, giving him runes, binding marks of magics, causing frost to come around him if his emotions ran strong. He trained in the Labrynth, under those of the Glademother, for a long while. There, he learned how to help others, make them strong to go serve those they wished. After a long while, his Search led him to a small clan in the Promenade, an area of Light territory. There, he marched right through the entrance, most backing away in fear. A dragon that appeared to be the leader came up to him, but when he was almost walked over in the guardian's one track mood, he backed off. Prosper moved through their lair, coming around to a cliff. His eyes combed over it, looking for something, anything. After a moment, he spotted a small cave, half way up. He flew up, shoving his head inside. He got a screech in response, followed by hissing. As his eyes adjusted, he met the frightened gaze of a small coatl, with scars along his face. His own lit up with a grin, the anxiety in his chest fading to be replaced with a sense of calm peace.

Because of how much it annoys him, Prosper keeps his beard cut to an almost nonexistent length. Many give him hell about it, since guardians are supposed to be prideful about their beards. In all honesty, he just doesn't care. He wants what makes Eden happy, and to a much lesser degree, himself. Eden happens to enjoy him clean shaven, and as does himself, so that is how it is going to be.