Frostbite

• The golden hoop on her head is horns, that have been magically altered into their current shape
• Ice on her head can be flexible- or not present at all. It's ice magic and can change at her will. She can also cover other parts of her body in ice.

In her early years, Frostbite was a dedicated protector of her charge, a powerful magical artifact. She was a whimsical daydreamer who was ever clear of her purpose, and determined to prove those who looked to her to defend it as right in choosing her. She was never violent, always chipper, and though she was certainly friendly- she was not afraid to lay down the law and use an iron fist against those who stood against her. Ever faithful to her job, this carried her through the Collapse, the vanishing of all magic through Isethef.

As magic became harder and harder to find, her magical artifact became more and more desired. People became angry, aggressive, and more and more Frostbite was forced to threaten people or attack those who intruded who were not worthy by the standards she was given by her predecessors. She became jaded by mortals who didn't understand the value of the treasure she held. She grew disillusioned with this purpose and wondered if it was truly the right thing to do. Eventually, succumbing to a terrible addiction to the power it gave her when she drank from it herself. 

By the time magic began to return again in the second rise, she's recovering from a grave illness that resulted from her deep sense of corruption from overusing magic to try and flee her reality. She's bitter at herself, tired of the world, and seeking any new light on life. She's desperate for the freedom to leave that place and explore the world, genuinely, and feel as if she can finally live. Blissfully unaware, in her corner of the world- that she's one of the last dragons still left alive after her kin had their magic drained from them and they perished.

Given the opportunity to free herself when someone finally comes to her, someone who passes her test- she's glad to oblige, quickly moving her responsibility to the young alchemist warden Sieu, and fleeing to travel anywhere-but-here. 

Nowadays, she's wise- and remorseful of the hatred she'd developed her in long watch. She has come to understand the importance of her task- the protector of the last true magical outlet that would bring about the rise of a new era of that power, mages, and wizards. She still detests that she felt she was not properly warned of the tale she'd come to live- but with the praise of the rising arcane arts, she is a little less condemning about it.

She doesn't enjoy being alone- she never has, but now that she's left her watch she has a hard time being around others because she went so long without proper company that didn't have an ulterior motive. She still has some issues trusting people, even though she really doesn't have anything of note to protect anymore. This does include herself, as after her dive into what she felt was madness in her temporary obsession- she sometimes willfully avoids things that make her happy or she enjoys for the fear she will enjoy them too much, and it will bring her to ruin again. This makes it rare for her to stay in one place long, as others grow to know her and things about her- she withdraws more and more into herself. 

Frostbite has been raised since she was a hatchling to protect a magical font, Ayimuidal, high in the mountains. Tasked with defending it from the unworthy, she lives in an old temple where only few may walk unimpeded. She was trained as a powerful ice mage, able to wield winter's touch with a vicious ferocity, to either eliminate attacker or throw them from her mountain. 

The fountain grants magical powers and has great healing properties to those who drink from it, making it a powerful magical artifact. She uses it to replenish and empower her own powers after the collapse, when magic becomes ever scarcer. Leading to a terrible addiction that nearly kills her when she drinks too much from it and becomes gravely ill as a result of magic overwhelming her body. A hard won lesson.

In recent eras, she's a recluse who assumes everyone has malintent, often making her come across as bitter and angry. She's been long jaded by a world that turned its back on magic, and the fact that she is trapped protecting one of the last true sources of it.

Upon the second rise, she is approached by the alchemist's warden to help replenish magic to the world. She obliges, for she is by this point exhausted by the effort and disdainful of her life's purpose.