Permafrost

Permafrost
Warrior of Valor
Permafrost is a simple dragon. He used to be a mercenary, taking odd jobs alongside Irith, protecting this and that, escorting here and there. He didn't have much of a past. At least, that's what he'd like to think. In truth, he was the forgotten child. His brothers and sisters, unique in motive and mind, had their praises sung, their names scorned and revered. Meanwhile Permafrost... sat in the background. Hunting, eating, sleeping, training. No one even remembered his name.

Longing for recognition and praise, he trained. Another nobody in the ranks of great warriors. Ever-present. Waiting. By the time he had mastered the art of battle, his siblings had all moved out into the world. Despite being the last of his clutch left, despite his achievements in warfare, he was still just another fodder dragon. And so, wordlessly, he left.

Irith was different. He was massive and quiet, a lurking behemoth that asserted fear into the spaces he occupied through sheer mass alone. No one dared mess with him... except for Irith. She loves bothering Permafrost. He's such an easy target, too! So big, so uncaring. She could draw on his horns with a sharpie all day, and he'd hardly even bat an eye.

To Irith, he was something. At first, she annoyed him endlessly. But after a while, seeing her eyes gravitate towards him when entering a room, hearing her call his name, feeling like someone knew and saw him became quite addictive. He grew to love being in Irith's presence, and eventually even began speaking to her. Short, simple sentences. Welcomes and goodbyes. He hadn't spoken in so long, he hardly remembered how.

So, when Irith decided to join the Covenant of Ichor, he left his comfortable position in a secure lair to be with her. Among these strange, strange swamp ruffians she had grown to love. He didn't quite understand it, but he didn't question it either. After some time, Permafrost grew to love them too. He got compliments, he received praise. People started telling him the strangest things, "good job," "thanks for that earlier," "hey Permafrost". And he couldn't get enough of it. Sure the cultist activity, the sacrifices, and the oozing walls sometimes make him question their stability as a lair... but as long as Irith trusts them, he will too.

Notable Relationships
-Rivals/Enemies-
Irith, Viper
-Close Friends-
Gomu, Irith, [W.I.P.]
-Friends-
[W.I.P.]

Familiar
Feefi
Female
A reserved Fallen Streak that Permafrost trained to ride on his shoulders. It tends to go unnoticed by others, as Permafrost specifically forbids it from perching on or near ground level, but is regarded as pleasant in character by those who have had the opportunity to bond with it.

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Bound Trinket

A beautiful feather, shed from his pet fallout streak long ago. He doesn't like being asked about it.
But hey, it still glows!

Soul Status
Awaiting

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Glace -> Permafrost -> Irith
Build: 133 STR / 8 AGI / 40 QCK
Old Build: 125 STR / 13 AGI / 59 QCK

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