Name : Fornost
Nickname : The Silver, of The Mountain, The White
Titles : Dragon above the mountain
Rank : none
Occupation : none
Residence : The Fifth Mountain, the highest mountain the Moon Kingdom
Age : 7,000
Gender : male
Royal : no
Allegiance : none yet
Karma : so far neutral
Race : Great Drake, Dragon
Family : none/unknown
Friends : so far none
Pets : none
Powers : Ice (a type of water) magic, flying
Weapons : wings, talons, ice, tusks, fangs/teeth
Strengths : Very hard skin, speed
Weaknesses : black arrows of pure materials
Likes : ice, his treasures, mountains, cold, flying, freedom
Dislikes : captivity, thieves/burglars, heat, fire
Appearance : Being a drake, he has only four limbs ; two legs and two wings, he also has razor-sharp talons, long tusks, and his scales are blotched with white and silver
History : ((I'll do this in the form of a roleplay))
In a kingdom near the mountains, far away from any building, the weather is cold, and a shadow passes briefly. The subjects look up, terrified, and they see it. An ice drake, descending from the clouds, and they yell. They run into their houses. The king sends his best archers and warriors after the beast. They fire catapults, arrows, bolas, everything they have. But they have not harmed him...only angered him. The dragon slowly lands on the top of the castle and roars loudly, his misplaces his wing and the roof of the tower starts collapsing, he flies away, down to the charging men, and breathes ice at them, and his breath floods the kingdom, covering the streets and houses.
[meanwhile in the castle]
The king is worried, for his kingdom is being destroyed by a powerful beast, one they could not defeat. His soldiers are dead. His subjects are dead. And soon so will he be, along with the few survivors inside the castle. A worker of his runs into the throne room, not looking very disturbed at the sight at the window, of the dragon down the village, freezing everything with one long exhale
"Sir, listen to what the dragon is saying as he roars."
"What ?"
"Listen."
The dragon then, after freezing the kingdom and killing almost everyone, roars loudly, and a word is heard in his roar.
" Thieves.""Thieves'"the worker tells the king "Someone stole something from him, from his treasures. A dragon's ire is more fierce than fire, sire."
"But it's too late now, Jonathan, the dragon must be killed."
"I read a document about him, that's Fornost the White, he could only be defeated by a large arrow, one of pure materials"
"Very well, go forge one, now ! We haven't time to waste !"
The worker nods and runs out of the throne room, and returns after several minutes with something large in his hand. An arrow. Similar to a spear, a very large one, made of silver, pure silver
"Sire, we only could find enough _pure_ silver to make one arrow."
"Then we shall not miss. Prepare the ballista !"
Jonathan runs out to a guard and repeats the order. The dragon has been advancing towards the castle now, and another tower was destroyed, with one wall frozen. The guards put the arrow in the ballista, aim, then fire. The dragon turns, too late. It flies, he tries to fly away, but it pierces his wing. He roars in pain and anger, and falls on the castle, destroying it. After a few days, with no survivors whatsoever, he rises again, and flies painfully back to his lair in the mountain.
[several years later]
Fornost's wing has healed, the arrow has left a large scar in there. The beast grabs his treasures and flies away, to the third highest mountain in the lands--the Fifth mountain of Garad--to stay there forever.