Russ

The clan chieftain. Imposing, powerful, and confident (some would say overly so, but not to his face). Russ tends to let his instincts guide his actions, which suits him well, as he certainly doesn't have much knowledge or experience.

Born to a thriving tundra clan, Russ always dreamed of becoming a great leader. However, his rise up the ranks was stymied by his superiors, who (not unreasonably) wanted him to gain more experience and wisdom first. His ambition undaunted, Russ volunteered to guard his clan's caravan to an autumn trading festival, in a bid to demonstrate his maturity and independence.

Depending on one's point of view, he either showed too much or far too little maturity there. While off duty and exploring the festival, Russ met Volka, a young Fae of similarly frustrated ambition. In the span of only three days, they made the decision to become mates and start a new clan together. Their shocked clan-mates concluded that this amazingly short time represented both their passionate temperaments and the strength of the festival's alcoholic cider.

As a chieftain, Russ is earnest, tirelessly working to be the great leader he knows he was born to be. He has a sincere dedication to the dragons under his care, which comes out as a surprising gentleness. He holds certain old-fashioned ideals about honor and the duties of a leader. Russ is a great fan of heroic stories and the traditional Icefield sagas; on that note, he was thrilled when Augusta decided to train as a Skald. He is unquestionably, endlessly, wholeheartedly in love with Volka.