[Tundra]

This Saber is:
ADOPTED

Khione
Owner:
s i c a r i u s
Gender: Female
Element: Ice
Characteristics:
~Frost forms around paws when walking
~Snow drifts off the mane when she shakes
~Longer fangs
~Has a small amount of mist that flows off her when the sun shines on her pelt

Hex Codes: #66737a-#8e999c-#bdc2bb-#d6d9ce-#e5e7e2-#343a3d

"A Story is Meant to be Told"

Khione is cold and unflinching for the majority of the time. She trusts few and is a bit of a loner, preferring the icy landscape to the company of her fellow WAS. It is hard for her to make a true friend, and it takes a long time to earn her trust. She has had friends before that have just eventually hurt her, and these experiences are part of why she is so distant and reluctant to trust and befriend any sabers.
However, when she does grant an individual her trust, she grants more than just that. Khione is extremely loyal to her friends, as well as being rather protective of them. She will use all of her formidable power and strength to help them in any way possible. And the longer she has a friend, she can't help but become warmer towards them, the icy barrier around her heart melting slightly.
While it's all good to be Khione's friend, you definitely do not want to be her enemy. Especially if you have hurt one of her few good friends. She is brave and steady in battle, but also a skilled strategist and planner. Her fights are won through a combination of strength and wits, with some snow and ice thrown in there as well.
Khione can be loyal, brave, fierce, determined, intelligent, and thoughtful. But she can also be aggressive, cold, scornful, detached, and angry at the world. She had endured painful losses, and has come out as an icy lonely warrior whose friends mostly exist in her memories and dreams.

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away,
where innocence is burned... in flames.
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead.
I'm frozen to the bones, I am.
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way.
I'm riding up the heights... of shame.
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest.
I'm ready for the fight... and fate.
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.
The thunder of the drums dictates
the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths,
the rising of the horns... ahead.
From the dawn of time to the end of days,
I will have to run... away.
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste...
of the blood on my lips... again.

Khione was born one night when the wind was howling and snow was whipping across the ice. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was not her mother, nor her father. It was the snow and the ice, the stark wild beauty of the north. And she fell in love with it, this unforgiving landscape of great and terrible things. And she has been in love ever since.
Her mother and father raised her for a brief happy time. They wrestled in the snow and slid across the ice and let the wind blow through their manes while they breathed in the cold clean air. But one day it all went horribly wrong. Khione's parents already knew she was gifted and her powers had already outstripped theirs, but it had never been a problem. Then one day they came across two gryphons. They were wounded and alone, having run away from a battle with the WAS, but they were large and ferocious fighters. It was a hard fight, but soon Khione and her mother and father could see that they were not going to escape with their lives unless something else was to be done. So they called on Khione.
With her terrible anger and fear, the young saber soon whipped up a blizzard. The wind blew snow and shards of ice sideways, so powerful that it made even the gryphons stumble and slant. They shrieked like the wind as the sky grew dark and the ice ripped at them like claws. The blizzard raged and howled for what seemed like hours, until Khione grew exhausted and the wind slowly died, the snowflakes growing fewer and smaller. She trembled, terrified and awed of her own power, her eyes still tightly shut from protecting them from the ice. Khione opened her eyes. And wished she hadn't. The gryphons lay still and motionless, never to rise again. But so did her parents.
Khione left that land and traveled to the other side of the world until she couldn't run away anymore. And she told herself she would never love anything again but her ice and snow and the northern wilderness, but soon she made a friend.
She lost them too. And so she vowed again never to love.
Three more times, she broke her vow. Three more times, she promised herself to never do it again.
No doubt she will in the future.

[Hobbit Geek]

very nice

[SukarettoYanagi]

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Krýo

Meaning:

Greek for 'cold'

Pronunciation:

cree-oh

Age :

250 years

Personality:

Krýo is set in a loner state of mind, which is suiting for a born and raised loner. She likes to spend her time alone, though she will make the occasional acception for the company of a male, and tends to dwell on her troubled past which causes rifts in her relations with those 'close' to her. Her fuse is short and quick to burn and when pushed to that point, she can be quite explossive. The cold nip of her fur as she rasps her sharp tonue over it gives her a calming essence and allows her to fight back the anger that threatens to overwhelm her.

Prefuring to be alone doesn't come to her without great consecuence though. During the night, when the sabers are most likely to get attacked, she is alone and most vuberable. Though she knows there is strength in numbers, she also knows there is weakness and doesn't want to be considered a weak-link. Most of her pack say that she is loner because of her cold fur and the element she represents, but this is for a completely other reason, the reason stated above.

Krýo is proud of the element she represents. The cold that nips at her nose and paw-tips. The frosty breeze that chills her fur. It's all so perfect to her. She enjoys walking around during the harsh months of winter, her paws making frozen patches of earth as she steps. She also likes making snowdrifts scattered about the land, which fall from her shaking mane. During blizzards is when she hunts and fights the best, and some blizzards are even her own creations, though she is often easily drained during and after this, leaving her weak for days on end.

Comeing from a strong heritage has taken a toll on how she feels about herself. Her parents were strong warriors and natural leaders, but she wasn't as strong as the rest of her siblings, nor as the past generations of her blood line. She was shuned for this, one reasons she is who she is now. She has worked hard to proove herself as strong as the rest of her bloodline, but she still lacks, and is still shuned by her family for that. She grows close to no one for the reason of fear, the fear of being shuned and hurt again.

Attacks:

Frozen
This is a close-range and frontal attack. When Krýo uses this attack, she bites down on her opponents extremeties(legs, tail, ear, ect.) where the wound and area instantly freeze. This causes more damage than first realized, to both her and the opposing threat. The damage to her is by her oppnent, while the damage caused to who she's against is by the freezing of the wound and blood. This move is ulemately fatal of she hits a major blood vessal due to the freezing traveling through the blood stream and to the heart.
Snow Drift
This attack comes from her ability to make snowdrifts with a shake of her mane. If she is being pursed, she will create snowdrifts along the way to slow down those trying to get her. This attack only works in cold weather, when it is less likely to stand out, meaning it will only work in the winter moons. Krýo will be bounding through the snow and shake her dark mane, leaving behind a deep snowdrift, up to the knee of a saber.
Complete Silence
This ability, though it takes little of her energy, requires much concentration, though that will come with mastery of this ability. She can, using the power of her mind, create walls os snow and ice around a certain area, blocking out any other sorce of sound and/or means of help. She cannot use her special ability volunterily, it only happens during the peak of her rage. This occurence is rare, due to her being able to suppress her anger useing the cold of her fur and icy touch of frozen earth that is always beneath her paws.
Vanish
This attack comes from everywhere at once in the form of a blizzard. In this blizzard, created by Krýo, she can seemingly vanish only to reappear when it's too late. The blowing winds of the 'blizzard' are filled with shards of ice and the danger of being attacked by the wile ice saber. This is when she's at her most dangerous and likely to kill.

Special Ability:

Solid
She can encase herself in ice to protect herself. This is a self-preservation ability, though is saps all her energy, sending her into a temporary hybernation. Krýo will find a safe, well-hidden place and herself into it, unable to move till she is healed or the danger has passed. It takes her 24-hours to fully regain lost energy and strength. It is easy to tell when this ability is soon to be in use because her eyes will "glow" slightly and she will become desprate to flee. This ability is rarely used even though it is an involunteery action.

Armor Type :

Krýo's armour is made of flint rock and quarts crystal. It's made to resembe the pattern of her fur, the top part if made of the stone-grey flint rock while the under part is made of white quarts crystal. She has front leg braces made of the same flint rock and leather straps to hold them to her legs. Her head armour is also made of flint rock, as well as the little piece on her tail. A chain connects the little tail piece to her body armour, while her head piece is detatched from the rest of her armour. A chain also goes across her chest, simply for looks.
(pic to be added today~)

Story/History:

Born into a loner family isn't always easy. Both my parents were banished from their pack, though they and their ancestors were grand warriors. I was born in a snow cave along with my brother and sister. Dad says I was the last to open my eyes, a sign of my weeakness, but I see think I was first to open them. I remember that day like it was yesterday, though it was years ago.

It was my first hunt, and I thought I was doing pretty good. The rabbit was just in sight and my slinder form blended well with the falling snow. An annoyed growl and a wave of snow slung forward as a slash a paw across the white fluff. The rabbit had gotten away. My ears flat to my head and my tail tucked I trudged back to my father, who held no emotion toward me in his golden gaze.

"I'm sorry Father, but I missed it." I murmered, gaze low. My paws shifted nerviously through the snow. I knew this wouldn't end good.

"I know. Of coarse you're going to miss the rabbit. You have a rich blood line, but you hold nothing of it!" he growled, teeth bared at me.

I shrank back as he landed a harsh blow to my cheek. I dared not look up at him, knowing what would happen. Instead, I continued to shrink back into the snow, the white stuff up to my shoulders now. This was my only chance to get away. I shook my mane, causing a snowdrift to fall over me. I plundged out the other side while my father, who was too proud to help his daughter, searched the snow for me.

I sighed in relief when he didn't see me and I was able to escape with a bruised cheek. Fine Father. If you don't want me around, I began to myself, "I'll leave!" My voice was an angered growl as I ran through the snow, my grey pelt blending as the snow sped up in its falling storm. The freezing of the ground with every step I take helped me stay above the snow, making travel quicker, though it sapped just a pinch of my strength with every step. The end of the day came and I was worn and panting. My paws ached and my leg shook as they held little strength. I needed to find shelter for the night, and quick.

Ducking into a cave for the night, collapsing instantly just inside the mouth of the small cave. It was only big enough for me. I sighed and crawled in it, closing my emerald green eyes. I quickly, almost instantly fell into a deep slumber. My flanks moved slowly in the rythemic breathing patter of sleep.

Some Facts on WAS:

All sabers must resemble their element. No 'if's, 'an's or 'but's about the situation.
Their main enemy are the W.A.G., or, Warrior Armoured Griphons.
The sabers were here longs before the human race and are the said 'cause' of the extinction of the human race.

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[starry--knight]

Definitely entering for this beautiful girl <3

[Tundra]

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[Aizui]

WIP will finish soon...

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[Venatici]

Total. Reserved.

I think I died and found a dream.

I have a lot going on right now, and can't manage to make a form in time. :c

[Dragonfire13]

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[Tundra]

Small date change, This saber shall now end on the 28th so not to overlap with the Air saber ending.

[Tundra]

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