Whistler

Whistler's family was nomadic, flying place to place to follow the trend of research. There was nothing they wouldn't freeze to bring back research centers in the Southern Icefield. History and life must be preserved, the mission statement for the family, and it hardly seemed to matter what the cost of this preservation would be.

Whistler was hatched during an expedition within the outskirts of the Wandering Contagion, giving him an elemental affinity towards a Flight he will only vaguely come to know. While his family explored relics, fossils, and artifacts from old, ancient times, Whistler took a fancy to biology sciences-- specifically that of virology. It puzzled him how some illnesses can render the most strongest dragons weak, yet even some of the weakest dragons may have immunity. It wasn't preservation of the past that he wanted; he wanted the contagious present. Would illnesses still work on frozen dragons? Can things frozen be restored? What bacteria aided in this, and how vulnerable would they be to other illnesses once thawed? He must know everything about every virus; catalogue it, collect it, study it. Why study inanimate history when the present is what decides life and death?
Unfortunately, his dabbling in viruses ended up getting his father deathly ill. As Whistler stood there beside his mother, staring at the corpse of his father now dusted in snow, he felt nothing. He felt not anger, nor sorrow, but was instead as numb as the cold would allow him. This is exactly what he wanted in his research. He had no reason to feel anything at all.

He did not even tell his mother goodbye when he had left. He had simply turned away from the corpse and his grieving mother, saying not a word as he started making his way to the Scarred Wasteland --the bountiful lands for his research. Death was not something to be feared, it was only something to experience, and Whistler was determine to understand such experiences.

He is not a dragon of chance. He is a dragon of control.

" For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. " --Khalil Gibran