Hoarfrost

Hoarfrost
Second Officer of Offense and Battle Instructor

"The best offense is a good defense. However that is no excuse to have no actual offense."

Child of Borealis and Chimera, she spent her dragonet years watching the soldiers with starry eyes and begging Shadowsong to train her. After her training was complete, she enlisted in the army. Her claws were sharp, and she was strong so immediately she was sent to the guard lines along the border. While scouting she and her team were ambushed by beast clans and rouge dragons working together, in which her team was murdered and she was left for dead. The scars, both physical and mental, never ever faded, and if one looks closely they could see them below the laughter and humor she put up to save her soul. Some things can never be healed...

Defiant and proud she loves a good argument. However, her pride does not blind her from what is really important, and she is often able to look past it and make decisions based on logic. She has several odd quirks, one of them being her tendency to sharpen her claws on any adjacent surface near her. She does this when distracted or during conversation, and the sound of claws scrape scraping against something (usually stone, ice, or wood) sets many dragon's teeth on edge.

She has few close friends because she is so closed off. Despite this she is well liked, and most enjoy spending time around her, though the most sensitive dragons have difficulty not seeing the torn and shredded side she tries to hide.

Despite her experiences she would risk her sanity every day for the people she loves rather than run to save herself. After returning home she started serving her clan as second offensive officer.