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going to have something to do with thawing ice and the concept of thaw in general...

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Literally almost died when I saw this. No joke just choked on air

[Mid-life]

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Name: Skathi (nordic name for harm)
Gender: Female
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[APH Siantia]

APH Siantia || Hilja Gwyneira Gutermuth (Ice Queen) || Female

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OMG Frozen??? lol no
res! DEFINITE RESERVE!!!

- Thought of as a ghost child (almost forgotten by her kingdom's people)
- Locked away in the farthest tower when she was younger
- Feared by family
- Thought of as a goddess to be worshipped
- Fearful of her own powers
- Can control most of her powers
- Is afraid of what she may do to others around her when she gets upset
- Cries and causes a blizzard (More from a broken heart/Family being afraid of her and throwing her away)
- Isolates herself as far away as she can to teach herself how to control her powers without hurting others
- Learns to control power and will become the "Bringer of Winter"

- Protects those she loves
- An "invisible being" protecting her kingdom
- Soon thought of the goddess of winter

- Legends/Myths when she was younger
--- If the people did something wrong her wrath would cause a harsh winter

- Frozen lol XD
- Conceal don't feel!!!

[ThatPinkThing]

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Username: ThatPinkThing
Name: Whittaker
Gender: male





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xxxxGentle and kind, Whittaker has been living in the woods for years. He's lost count of how long exactly he's lived there, but he knows he's never been bored. His life is like a dream, and he'll admit he likes to be left alone with his thoughts and the trees.

xxxxEvery day, Whittaker takes it upon himself to tour around the forest and check on whatever living things he finds (which is, as you've probably guessed, a lot). He has a home that he's made himself, but he'll often be out for days on end as he checks on his precious forests. Even in winter, the snow had always seemed to guide him to places where he could help. The blizzards seemed to shy away from dips and caves where lost souls - small and large - took refuge, and the snow flurries seemed to part when Whittaker guided them to safety.

xxxxEventually, word spread of the 'deer-like spirit' who dwelt in the woods. At the lakeside, Whittaker began to find small gifts left for him. He had avoided them at first, but one caught his eye. You found me when I was close to freezing forever, it read, I hope these will help others find you when they need you. Tucked by the note were a set of silver bells. After Whittaker accepted those, and others heard the bells in the still of night or the midst of storm, more were left as tokens of thanks to the 'winter guardian'. Those that he can't wear, he has strung around his home. In the summer, when the wind blows, the gentle jingling of bells is Whittaker's most favorite sound.

xxxxWhen he's not venturing through the forest, Whittaker is observing. He isn't necessarily shy, but he lacks a strong sense of... investing. He cares very much about the wellbeing of others, obviously, but he always seems very distant. Some who have encountered him describe him as a dream. He moves confidently, knows just what to do, and rarely speaks. Again, not for lack of interest, but simply because he is dazey in nature. When he does speak, Whittaker's voice is surprisingly neutral. Some expect an angelic tone, but since his voice is rarely used, it tends to occasionally crack or rasp. Under those breaks, he has a soft and warm voice, a voice which sticks in the minds of those he's helped.

xxxxHe takes his role of protector seriously ever since it was given to him. He doesn't think he's above anyone in terms of power or hierarchy, but he does tend to think of himself as a father figure for many. When in need, it is his duty as someone with abilities to help how he can. Spectacular shows of his magical strength are not his style, and few seem to know he even has powers, but he has used them to save folks from dangerous situations before. An instant ice bridge here, a parting of snow banks there. He just goes around doing his job, in his mind.

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xxxxWhittaker knows that he's different. He realized over time during his ventures into storms that the snow seemed to obey him when he willed it out of his way. It had begun small, like when he was drawn to lost souls while in search of them. It remained at that level of subconscious will for quite a while until he began to grow curious about the limits.

xxxxHe would begin to leave things in places around the woods, purposely disorienting himself and meditating, focusing, on finding his objects in heavy snow. It was as if the snow parted like waters before him when he walked in shoulder-deep snowbanks. He'd hide things on tiny islands in the lakes, braving the ice to retrieve them. Upon reaching the island and looking back, a clear path of thicker ice showed his steps. He'd imagined the ice thickening to support him, but it wasn't until he saw the whole result that he realized it wasn't just fate and a god's blessing. It was his own doing.

xxxxHe crossed an unfrozen, flowing river next, freezing and unfreezing the surface as he went. His heart raced. He grinned wide, continuing to hop across back and forth and play with his powers. Despite being well past the age of a kit, he played just as easily as one.

xxxxThen he used his powers on his ventures. Instead of having to set up fallen logs or ropes for stranded hikers and campers, he could condense the snow or craft an ice ladder. His rescues were cautious of the powers, unsure that they could trust him. Even when things were tricky, Whittaker has never let anyone down. At times, it's cost him.

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xxxx"Run!" I commanded. The child was frozen in fear as the landslide approached. I leapt forward, thinking quickly but not having enough time. The muddy water rose up and froze to protect us both, but it only reached up to my back before the landslide hit. I knelt knelt, covering the rest of the child with my body.

xxxxWhen the bulk of the mud was past, I froze what covered us and shattered it, freeing myself and the child. I stood up, froze the mud around us to sturdy it, and looked around. Trees were fallen, rocks were scattered, and debris still oozed down the hillside, but the child was safe. I sighed contently, looking down at my muddy ice reflection.

xxxxThe force of the landslide had broken my antlers. That explains the headache, I thought to myself. That and we just went through a lot. One forked prong was dangling, barely held on, while other small forks were missing entirely. Luckily, a little sanding and shaping would make them look fine again.

xxxx"I'm sorry-" a small voice whimpered. I looked down to the child, who was in tears. "I didn't know what would happen, I-"

xxxx"It's not your fault," I assured them gently, helping them up, "let's focus on now and get you home."

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xxxxWhittaker shook his head slightly as he awoke. His memories still arose in the form of dreams. He sighed, rose from his comfy nest of a bed, and stretched thoroughly. Shaking the last of his sleepiness away, Whittaker peered outside and mentally planned his day. Today he would venture across the river and head north. Look for any animals stranded, since the humans seemed to have been fewer in the forest this winter.

xxxxThe river crossing was easy, and Whittaker only stumbled upon a few stray squirrels and rabbits while he traveled. He smiled gently to each of them, and to those who seemed curious about him, he greeted. For one scrappy looking squirrel, he used his powers to construct a small igloo. The squirrel chattered gratefully, and Whittaker snorted a laugh as he moved on.

xxxxLater, Whittaker made himself a similar snow fort to spend the night in. He ate what he could find and settled in, again dreaming of his past.

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xxxxIt was midsummer. For most of the day, folks were safe. At one point, a group of kids tethered together their floating toys and launched out onto the lake in what they were calling 'the kid's only yacht'. Whatever a yacht was. No one, myself included, noticed that one of the kids had bailed until it was too late.

xxxxThe shrieking caught my attention. One of the kids had had enough and wanted to go back to shore, but the 'yacht' was so far out, the child was growing tired and starting to sink. Where was their life jacket? Didn't the little ones have those? I raised up, looking closer and finding that the child wasn't wearing one. Oh, no... They won't be able to stay up much longer. Some of the adults had started to swim out to meet the child, who was now coughing and crying. No, the kid's panicking, they'll drown if they keep that up...! I raced out onto the lake.

xxxxMy magic was enough to freeze the water beneath me, but it cracked and fell apart when I wasn't touching it anymore. The sun was blaring down, and while I could support myself easily, my focus was on getting out far, not keeping the water frozen. I planned my course of action while I ran, calling out, "I'm coming!" to the child in an attempt to calm them.

xxxxWhen I reached the kid, I recognised that it was a little girl, about seven years old. I trotted in circles, creating a donut of ice around her and nudging her up onto the ice with me. She had to pull herself up using my antlers, but that was okay. She was safe now. We both breathed in relief, taking a moment to pause on the ice. When she was mostly calm, she asked, "Now what?"

xxxxThat was a good question. I looked around. The adult coming to get her was still on his way, but I wanted to get her back as soon as I could, without her swimming again if possible. I took a deep breath and hardened the ice around her, raising its sides and essentially making a little boat. It took a bit to hold the ice up like that. Too much to walk and pull the boat at the same time. I let the ice beneath me melt, swam around to the backside of the boat, and began to push the girl as best I could toward the human man. When we met him, he peered around the boat to look at me in awe. I snuffed a bit and kept swimming. While flattered, I had a job to finish right now. He seemed to understand, and together we pushed the little girl to safety.

xxxxOnce in shallow water, I dissolved the boat and let the man - who was the girl's father - carry her back to shore. I walked with them, the little girl watching me the whole way. The family and campers crowded up, which was a little overwhelming, to be honest. I backed away a little, nuzzled the little girl's face once as a goodbye, and headed home. This was enough adventure for one day.

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xxxxWhittaker woke with a start. That's odd. The dream ended happily, why am I freaking out? Whittaker rose and left his igloo, thoroughly shaking himself awake. He looked around, ears perked. ...

xxxx"Raaaaiiir!" A cry echoed through the morning air. Whittaker's head swivelled to zero in on the direction of the noise and head toward it. It sounded far off, near the next river. He picked up his pace, remaining cautious but determined. "Raaaaar!" It sounded like... a bear cub? Whittaker frowned. If a bear of any kind was in trouble, something was wrong.

xxxxWhittaker came to the river, which was frozen over, though water still moved beneath the ice. The cry came again, more clearly from downriver. He paused. Uh oh... the waterfall. Whittaker leapt onto the ice, skidding a little but quickly getting his footing and racing down the river. His hooves made loud, sharp cracking sounds, his paws thudded, and his bells jingled rhythmically. If he needed the element of surprise, oh well.

xxxxThe edge of the river approached, and the cries became more desperate. Whittaker heard the distinct cracking of wood. He looked up and around, searching the trees. Where was the cub? He looked forward again, yelping and digging his hooves into the ice. He screeched to a stop just before going over the frozen waterfall. Icicles formed at the edge broke off and fell, shattering on the way down. Whittaker breathed hard, his heart in his throat.

xxxx"Raaaar!"

xxxxWhittaker's attention snapped from the fall below to the outward growing trees that hung over the edge. There it was. A baby brown bear was clinging to a weak limb, clearly stuck. Whittaker's mind raced. The freezing river's ice and water wouldn't blend into one ice fast enough to reach the cub. The limb cracked again, jolting and scaring both kalon and cub. "I'm coming!" Whittaker cried. I'll just have to jump.

xxxxHe backed up onto the river, eyes fixed on the cub. They kept eye contact, effectively assuring the cub that Whittaker was an ally. Whittaker grit his teeth and ran. His hooves left the ice, and his back legs kicked off hard from the edge of the waterfall. At that moment, the branch snapped. Whittaker's confidence held, and he kept going, determined to catch the cub.

xxxxAnd he did.

xxxxA jump that big shouldn't have worked, but it did, and instead of falling fast, Whittaker drifted, cub in his arms. He stared down at the ground that lay at least a hundred feet below. The cub clung to his chest, bringing Whittaker out of his surprised trance. He simply floated for a moment, unsure of what to do, until he remembered his ice. He carefully began to picture himself gently touching down, and sure enough, the two of them descended slowly.

xxxxWhen they finally set down, Whittaker set the cub on the ground, but the cub remained underfoot, clearly attached to him now. Whittaker, already overwhelmed, didn't know what to do. Was this a new power? It didn't feel like something he'd used before, but it also didn't feel foreign. He shook his head. The cub must've lost its mother. He could bring it to the humans; they had a place to house big wild animals. He would bring it there tomorrow, for now...

xxxxFor now he would think as he walked through the woods, an activity that was familiar to him. The cub bounced alongside him. It was good to have company. His thoughts were all over the place. He could help so much more now, he could go so much farther. As the pair walked, Whittaker found himself 'walking' an inch above the snow. He laughed softly.

xxxxThis was extremely odd, but it also excited him. He felt like his life was about to start over now that he realized these new, amazing powers. His fur stood up a bit. He was also intimidated by how much power he appeared to have. Where had it come from? Why now? He could think of a couple times this flight power could've awaken. He silently vowed that, like with his ice and snow powers, he would use this to help. If he had powers, he had to have them for a reason, and he wanted that reason to be a good one. Also like with his ice and snow, he wouldn't make spectacular shows of power. Some... aspect of the universe had trusted him with these abilities, and he was to respect them.

xxxxThis was his duty.

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[ilhdc7]

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split personality
ella is cruel & terrible & usually in control
ivory is kind & sweet & is a pushover, not in control
yin to yang kind personality
can share when in good mood

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ella is
ivory isn't

ella hates them
ivory loves them