Frost
(#62180965)
*Blankly stares* "...I just have SO many questions, man!"
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.73 m
Wingspan
13.41 m
Weight
13425.85 kg
Genetics
Ice
Metallic
Metallic
Shale
Constellation
Constellation
Pumpkin
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Name: Frost
Charge: Diamond Sabre; part of the elite class that escorts Titaniumamour and occasionally the other presidents.
Species/Model: Machine; Mech-Model "F-HD"
Personality/Qualities: Very shy, dubious, caring
Accent: Unknown
Specializes In:
Eye Color: Light blue
Hair (when in human form):
Likes: Being left alone
Dislikes: Dragons. Still hates and has an acute phobia of dragons.
Best Friends: Jenna, Luga, Trek, Tobano, Jupiter, Uranus
Rivals: Spike, Surge, Polaris
Motto:
"Frost was mauled by a dragon trying to protect his brother's girlfriend at the time, Jenna #2. Trek, his brother, was killed and Frost was left missing his left eye. He wears an eye patch, but it fails to hide his scarred face.
He isn't plaintively timid, as he still has his arrogant, typical F-HD moments, but Frost has many PTSD triggers. It used to be that if he even saw a picture of any dragon, even different breeds of dragon than the one he was attacked by, he totally froze up and shut down. A loud roar would often petrify him in his treads and make him unable to fight from his terror, even if Jen's life depended on his help, if not run away screaming altogether. Frost has been through years of therapy and rehab to combat his inner demons, and today he's back to being a sound fighter. He still resents dragons and refuses to even look at one."
Rage drowns out my fear as the dragon goes at Jen and Sasha, trying to protect Jay. And then the rage burns into fury, a fury only a royally ticked F-HD can have. With a snarl grumbling inside me, I go Sorien without even thinking and take off.
Jenna!
“SOOOOAAAAAARRRREEEEEEEE!!!” Another dragon roars right as Shaukole snaps out at me. A Tundra Forme Sorien jumps Shauk, claws outstretched, and both go down sideways. The Sorien wore an eye patch, but it didn’t hide his horrifically scarred face.
“Frost?!” I gape.
“Frost?!” Jay echoes, incredulously.
<You took my brother, and you aren’t taking my girl with him!!!> “SOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRR-AAAAAAAAAAHH!!” He rapid fire frost-blasts Shauk at close range right in the face as he pins him down. I could tell by the look in his eye that fear and rage had overcome every part of his mind to be able to take on his assaulter.
<Holy Volks!> Sasha gapes, his ears pinned back in awe. <The frost-blast attack is only used by the Tundra forme when they feel death to their rival is necessary to survive or protect their young.> A sharp pain sears my abdomen. I then feel a dropping feeling. My eyes go wide.
“Oh no.” I gape. “Ohh no! The baby, dang it! She’s coming on out!”
“Get Dore!! Get Dore!!” Jay hisses at Sasha, who barks excitedly before haring off. “Okay, Jen, just lie down against my tire!” I shakily flop down and lean against him. “Good. Okay, my partner gave birth at home once and I helped her. I know what to do in case you need help.” Shaukole tries to escape Frost, but he just rips into his face.
“SHAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
<How does it feel?!!> “SOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRR!!!!” Doremon and Sasha come charging back.
“Holy Kia, now?!” Dore shrieks. “She’s coming NOW?!!”
“Well I can’t help it!!” I snap, sarcastically before screaming with a strong contraction. “Sash, now get Acer!!”
Charge: Diamond Sabre; part of the elite class that escorts Titaniumamour and occasionally the other presidents.
Species/Model: Machine; Mech-Model "F-HD"
Personality/Qualities: Very shy, dubious, caring
Accent: Unknown
Specializes In:
Eye Color: Light blue
Hair (when in human form):
Likes: Being left alone
Dislikes: Dragons. Still hates and has an acute phobia of dragons.
Best Friends: Jenna, Luga, Trek, Tobano, Jupiter, Uranus
Rivals: Spike, Surge, Polaris
Motto:
"Frost was mauled by a dragon trying to protect his brother's girlfriend at the time, Jenna #2. Trek, his brother, was killed and Frost was left missing his left eye. He wears an eye patch, but it fails to hide his scarred face.
He isn't plaintively timid, as he still has his arrogant, typical F-HD moments, but Frost has many PTSD triggers. It used to be that if he even saw a picture of any dragon, even different breeds of dragon than the one he was attacked by, he totally froze up and shut down. A loud roar would often petrify him in his treads and make him unable to fight from his terror, even if Jen's life depended on his help, if not run away screaming altogether. Frost has been through years of therapy and rehab to combat his inner demons, and today he's back to being a sound fighter. He still resents dragons and refuses to even look at one."
Legends of Green Acres Season 2: Putting Legends To Rest wrote:
Rage drowns out my fear as the dragon goes at Jen and Sasha, trying to protect Jay. And then the rage burns into fury, a fury only a royally ticked F-HD can have. With a snarl grumbling inside me, I go Sorien without even thinking and take off.
Jenna!
“SOOOOAAAAAARRRREEEEEEEE!!!” Another dragon roars right as Shaukole snaps out at me. A Tundra Forme Sorien jumps Shauk, claws outstretched, and both go down sideways. The Sorien wore an eye patch, but it didn’t hide his horrifically scarred face.
“Frost?!” I gape.
“Frost?!” Jay echoes, incredulously.
<You took my brother, and you aren’t taking my girl with him!!!> “SOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRR-AAAAAAAAAAHH!!” He rapid fire frost-blasts Shauk at close range right in the face as he pins him down. I could tell by the look in his eye that fear and rage had overcome every part of his mind to be able to take on his assaulter.
<Holy Volks!> Sasha gapes, his ears pinned back in awe. <The frost-blast attack is only used by the Tundra forme when they feel death to their rival is necessary to survive or protect their young.> A sharp pain sears my abdomen. I then feel a dropping feeling. My eyes go wide.
“Oh no.” I gape. “Ohh no! The baby, dang it! She’s coming on out!”
“Get Dore!! Get Dore!!” Jay hisses at Sasha, who barks excitedly before haring off. “Okay, Jen, just lie down against my tire!” I shakily flop down and lean against him. “Good. Okay, my partner gave birth at home once and I helped her. I know what to do in case you need help.” Shaukole tries to escape Frost, but he just rips into his face.
“SHAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
<How does it feel?!!> “SOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRR!!!!” Doremon and Sasha come charging back.
“Holy Kia, now?!” Dore shrieks. “She’s coming NOW?!!”
“Well I can’t help it!!” I snap, sarcastically before screaming with a strong contraction. “Sash, now get Acer!!”
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