Norn
(#45622491)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Kyorinrin
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.09 m
Wingspan
19.34 m
Weight
6753.57 kg
Genetics
Cream
Cherub
Cherub
Swamp
Bee
Bee
Grapefruit
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
༻ N O R N ༺
charming | intuitive | philosophical
O C C U P A T I O N - Seer of Storms F A M I L Y - Father - Eurwyn Mother - Ramona F A M I L I A R - Kyorinrin - Leonard A R T - Art Here T H E M E - Tally Hall - Ruler of Everything Q U O T E - "Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path." ྿
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"There are some things you can only learn in storms."
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From the day Norn hatched, he was different from his peers. His eyes were strange, swirling with the primal magic of the Icewarden, a solid icy, pale blue. This was held in high regards by his clan, who considered him a messenger of Icewarden. As he grew up, starting from a very young age, he could see the oncoming blizzards of the unforgiving tundras of the Southern Icefield. The inhospitable winds and churning hail called out to him, almost as if speaking to him, beckoning him to come closer, to feel the gales under his wings. The elders of his clan, knowing just what happens to dragons who get too deep in the freezing temperatures for too long, trapped in the spires of ice in the Fortress of Ends far south of the clan for eternity, always stop him. That doesn’t stop the siren song, however, and as a young child he would often attempt to follow the calls of the freezing storms. As Norn grew up, he learned to reign in his powers, and use them constructively. He learned the ability to, when he heard the call of the frozen tempest, alert the elders of his clan. This way, they could, in turn, send out a signal to prepare for the harsh storms. This was given praise from his whole clan, and earned him the nickname “the Seer of Storms”, and only reinforced the idea within his clan of him being a messenger from the Icewarden himself. The maturing Norn, at first, thought of the praise as a good thing, but the more time he spent in the community that held him to such a high standard as a messenger of a god, he started to shut down. When he was once warm and friendly, he became cold and unforgiving to the people who would show judgement to his mistakes. He became tired and dull to the praise, and one day decided that he should leave the clan. One day, when he heard the calls of the storms, Norn decided it was his time to take off. Just like he attempted as a hatchling, he followed the pleadings of the blizzard to pursue the swirling snow and ice. He ran off into the storm, leaving his past clan, and following the voice he was never able to before. He followed the songs and beckons of the tempest, chasing what they’ve been pulling him to discover his whole life. He rode the winds for a long, until landing in a completely new area of the Icefield. He had landed in the Fortress of Ends itself, where as a child, his elders always warned him about when he tried to chase the storms. Large, spiked towers of ice with a thick covering of snow at their peaks stabbed upwards toward the sky all around him. As he looked closer at one of the huge pillars of ice, he could only faintly make out silhouettes of beastclan trapped inside. Norn wandered the harsh, uneven land of the Fortress of Ends for a long while. He was used to the freezing temperatures of the Southern Icefield, having lived there his whole life, but the conditions he was facing were worse than he’d ever known. He couldn’t tell how many nights he spent in the desolate, frozen wasteland, and was on the edge of passing out, unable to handle the temperatures. He thought it may be the end, but was quickly grabbed by unseen hands and pulled into a shelter. When he awoke, thawed out a bit after his trek in the extreme temperatures, he looked around at his new environment. He found himself in the lair of a large clan of varying types of dragons. Norn explained his story, and how he followed the storm to this location, and the clan welcomed him in as one of them with open arms. |
lore by Tricksterrgod
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Storm seeker, swayed by turning winds, climbing the tall towers with tender hands. The trek is hoarfrost voice; so thin you would reach out to hold it, Only for it to fall between your trembling hands. |
The storms, they sing to me, And frozen in eternity I wait and lift my head, The voices of the dead And frozen caress my spine, My icy eyelids blind, Sirens beckon forth, I travel from the north To the Fortress of the End, Frozen beasts from there descend And in time do suspend. |
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