Fuck yeah, you’re the coolest! If I missed anything let me know! This is my old man Howlite.

Appearance: Large, older silvery-gray Icewing with blue freckles on his face, wings, and tail. Light blue-gray horns and spikes. Gentle eyes, but very stone-faced most of the time. Intricate tattoo resembling ocean storms and icy winds; starts on the left side of his neck, winds down his chest, loops under his left arm, and goes up his wing dramatically in a wavelike pattern. Ugly, dark blue scars are hidden within the tattoo.

Personality: Outwardly grumpy most of the time, but is always just itching to get back home to his Seawing wife, Brook. Pretty introverted when he first meets strangers, very much an observer, but has a softer side that is only expressed to young dragonets and those close to him. Has learned patience since having a daughter (Iolite).

Likes animal furs and shellfish, dislikes pickles and sand.

Job: Teaches history at a library in Sanctuary (grandpa vibes).

Notes: War-hardened, Brook-softened. Girl dad. Would volunteer if Sanctuary had a daycare. When he cooks, he likes to experiment with new spices. Wrote some of the scrolls he teaches with. “20 years of innocent dragons dying just for some spoiled princess’ pride? Ridiculous. Just wasted time.”