Tell me about your Viking (and their dragon)

I was actually going to write a fanfic around my character and her dragon so I'd love to share some facts about them!

My character's name is (obviously) Carolinalina "Car." She was the daughter of a Berserker and was found near a shipreck just outside of Outpost Island. No one knows what happened to her parents, and she was only a toddler at the time. She had an unwashable paint mark on her face, and Hiccup believed it may be from lying with her cheek pressed against a symbol found painted on a piece of driftwood from the ship (a family crest, perhaps?). She was first found by Astrid -who was exploring with Hiccup when she noticed platinum blond hair in the dark driftwood. Car appeared to have been washed ashore, yet she seemed to be curled up safely away from the shore and just far enough away for the tide to come short of her. Later on, Car would realize that it wasn't a coincidence that she had been found like that; rather, a Stormcutter with colors like the sun had seen her floating in the water, and had carried her to safety. When Astrid rescued Car, the Stormcutter had been hiding in the trees farther up the hill with his tail wrapped around a thick branch and his body swinging upside-down as he stared with golden eyes at the little child laying in Astrid's arms.

Car was raised from Astrid herself, and soon became almost a mirror image of her with her proud nature and headstrong attitude. She never thought of Astrid as her mother, though; as far as she was concerned, she didn't need a family. She enjoyed being independent and loathed the idea of relying on anyone- including dragons.

She took up a job as Astrid's confidant, making sure those training in the arena were improving and teaching young children how to fight in melee combat.

One day, as Car was teaching an irritable child how to dodge, Astrid came up to her and told her she wanted Car to fetch a few things around Berk. She wanted some dragon nip..and a sunflower. Car found this peculiar but she agreed to gather those things for Astrid. She grabbed her favorite axe and a small satchel she borrowed from Gobber and set off into the woods.

She found some dragon nip rather quickly seeing as it grew all over Berk. The sunflower was infinitely more time consuming; two hours into walking and she found not a single one. The hairs on her arms were beginning to bristle too because the more she walked, the more quiet the forest seemed. The birds stopped chirping, the mice stopped skittering, the bugs stopped humming. She knew she was most likely imagining it, but now and then she would hear movement behind her. Nevertheless, her grip tightened on her axe as she continued on.

Suddenly she saw something yellow to her left. Finally, a sunflower! Relieved and anxious to get back to the village, she reached out for it. A low growl rumbled just above her head and the yellow thing raised up and curled around a tree branch. Handling her axe, she stepped back with surprised and looked up to meet the stare of a 32 foot male Stormcutter laying elegantly on a thick branch hanging over her head. Oh, how stupid she was! If only she had not been so anxious, she would have noticed that the yellow thing was a tail fin! She started, knowing very well this beast could end her in a minute, and gradually stepped farther away. As she met eyes with the Stormcutter she grew confused; the beast's pupils weren't constricted as if he felt threatened. Rather, his pupils were dilated as if he was familiar with her. 

"Why aren't you attacking?" Car dared to say, her voice soft as a whisper. The Stormcutter, his eyes never leaving hers, dangled from the branch and then landed on the ground, his talons digging up the earth as he neared her. Even with the threat of danger, Car couldn't help marvelling at the beauty of this dragon: he really looked like the sun with his golden scales along his body and the insides of his wings, lighter gold scales on his chest and belly, pure white wing tips, dusty brown scales on his feet and the membranes on his wings, and that same dusty brown on his head frills, his nose, and his horns. His piercing golden eyes surveyed her, as if seeing if she was in good condition. 

Perhaps he wants to make sure his food isn't contaminated, Car thought. As she thought this he stopped so close to her that she could feel his warm breath fanning her face. He was an incredibly large dragon so she had to tilt her head back to keep his gaze. Then the Stormcutter purred at her and promptly leapt off of the ground, his four wings fanning out to lift himself in the air. The force of his wings knocked Car to the ground and she raised her arm to protect her face. As she did this, the Stormcutter wrapped a talon around her arm and beat his wings, raising them up into the sky.

Naturally, Car screamed in surprise, dropping her axe that was in her other hand. As they flew away and Berk grew smaller and smaller, she thought, Is this really the end?

Her arm began to ache terribly after a few minutes and she was about to shout a complaint when the Stormcutter descended, his grip around her arm loosening. She screamed when he opened his talon, dropping her into the ocean.

She gasped, kicking and flailing to stay afloat. She saw a piece of driftwood and reached out for it, clinging to it for dear life. She looked around to find the shore but found that even if she tried she wouldn't be able to reach the shore without drowning. Then two talons found her shoulders and raised her back into the air, her arms still clinging to the piece of driftwood. Just as soon as she was lifted into the air she was dropped again, but much gentler and with precision this time. She was carefully set onto the soft sand, standing as she shook like a leaf in the wind. The Stormcutter gracefully landed a few feet from her, and she braced herself from the sand that flew in her face. 

The Stormcutter then stalked closer to her and pushed one of the talons on his wings gently but forcefully on her chest, making her wobble and fall on the sand. When she tried to get back up he grumbled in annoyance and pushed her back down again. She stayed there, feeling too winded to get up. The Stormcutter pushed her legs with his nose so that her knees were against her chest and she was laying in a fetal position. Suddenly, a memory of Astrid's voice telling her how she was found rang in her head like an alarm. As the realization struck her, she reached for the piece of driftwood with disbelief and realized her suspicions were correct: there painted faintly into the wood was the same symbol on her face.

"It was you?" She gasped, standing straight up and forgetting her exhaustion in a minute. The Stormcutter purred at her and tilted his head, regarding her with amused eyes. Forgetting all about the danger she was in, she walked forward until she was just beneath his chin, staring up at him. 

"Thank you. Thank you for saving me," She murmured, and she swore that the Stormcutter smiled. His tail swung back and forth like a dog wagging his tail, and his tongue lolled off the corned of his mouth. Overwhelmed with gratitude and affection, Car closed her eyes just like Astrid taught her and reached her hand out. A few seconds went by and she opened one eye, thinking he got scared and flew away. She started with surprise when she saw a golden chest inches from her nose, and felt two wings wrap around her as if in an embrace.

She heard him purr again when she wrapped her own arms around him (even though he was so massive that her arms only stretched so far) and thought his purrs sounded as if he was sounded out syllables: Hurrr-eeee-aaaaan.

When it begun to get dark and she knew Astrid would look for her, she looked around and wondered how she would get back. The Stormcutter grumbled and unfurled his left wings and laid them down like a ramp; he was inviting her on his back. 

Once she had climbed up and gotten herself comfortable, she felt the beast's muscles shift as he prepared to leap into the air. Then, in a whirl of wings, they were in the air. A huge burst of air threatened to knock her off but she managed to hold on for dear life as the dragon leveled himself in the air and caught an updraft. Within minutes they were flying over Berk, the smell of dragon droppings and livestock hitting her at once. 

Just before they reached the village, without warning the dragon dove, folding his wings against his body. Car screamed, leaning slightly forward so she wasn't thrown off his back. At the last second the dragon fanned his wings out, fluttering them as he landed on the ground.

"What-" Car gasped, "was that?!" The Stormcutter answered with a "Hurrr-eeee-aaaan," and dipped his head to grab something. She dropped from his back to investigate and saw, in his jaws, a beautiful yellow sunflower.

Later, when they finally reached the village, a whole search party was gathering outside Hiccup's house. Astrid heard the powerful wingbeats of the Stormcutter first, turning around with her jaw dropped. The other vikings had a similar reaction, all of them wondering what she was doing on the back of the very thing she refused to associate herself with.

Hiccup encouraged her to tell everyone what happened, and after she had done so (the Stormcutter had decided to settle himself on a viking's house, laying down with his wings drooped over the sides and his tail swinging back and forth. His eyes never left Car, however) there was a long silence. Then, one of the village children said, "Can we paint him?"

Car smiled and said, "I think he'd like that. He's a big showoff."

All of the children around squealed excitedly, rushing off to get some paint. Car watched them pick out a beautiful orange paint as they talked about the pattern they would give him.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped before realizing it was Astrid. She said to Car, "We found your axe in the woods by the way. Did you get the things I asked for?" Car nodded, giving Gobber's satchel to her. Astrid thanked her and said, "You should give him a name."

As if hearing this, the Stormcutter leapt off of the house towards Car, tilting his head and sitting back on his hind legs. He purred, "Hurrr-eeee-aaaan." 

She walked closer to him, reaching her hand out. He leaned down and touched his nose to her hand, purring again.

"Cassian. His name is Cassian."

My main character is appropriately named Pygmygirl, (although I am thinking about changing it to ZephyrAmanzi as that is the name I would prefer in the Viking world). Pygmygirl is fiesty and is not afraid to face hunters in combat. She comes from the great Water Tribe of the West but dragons hunters destroyed her home when she was quite young, so she has devoted her life to rescuing and protecting dragons, which is how she met Hiccup and moved to Berk. She is also well-respected amoung the Berserker tribe and can be very friendly around those she knows she can trust. Pygmy's main dragon is a silver and gold titan razorwhip called Vortex (who was found with Pygmy in the ruins of her island) and she is now level 50. Vortex is protective and defiant but an incredible companion and a powerful ally in battle. She will take down an entire fleet if it means saving her dragon friends (and human friends). Pygmy's second main dragon is a titan death song called Symphony who prefers to avoid any violence but will defend friends if she has to. Pygmy found Symphony's egg abandoned on a remote island so decided to take it back to Berk. Originally, Pygmy had intended to release the baby back to the wild but it seemed that Symphony would prefer to stay with her adoptive family. I can't name all of Pygmygirl's dragons here as there are around 70 but her third favourite dragon is Veil the pink and white Flightmare. She was the first dragon that Pygmy rescued from the hunters in the game. While Veil may not be so powerful, she is definitely one of Pygmy's most loyal dragon friends and tends to get on very well with Stormfly.

Prepare for an essay, my friend… XD