Kimon

Born in land of Tymanther, told to be a descendent of the Divine dragonlord,Abeir. He was blessed with the ability to blow icy cold breath. Kimon was raised in a militia camp with other races. He was trained to be a fighter himself instead of becoming an arcanist like the other dragonborn. War was never a stranger to him, fighting with brute force, intimidating was his only way to diplomat. He love throwing his ice spit at people. His comrades never stop to tease him being the youngest in the battalion, but he always survive even the hardest fight. In his last fight, his captain was melted by enemies’ ambush. The battalion was in tumor and Kimon took the courage leading all of them burst through the flank. The he figured he could be someone that lead and strategize the warfare. He train himself in the wild, endures the harshness that Mother Nature throw at him. He would climb any rock mountain, adventures the dungeons. On that faithful day, while he were carrying his heavy armor, great sized stone and climb the rock mountain. Strong wind and striking rains were storming the peak, Kimon fell when the rock he grab broke as it could not handle the weight. He dropped, smashed through the spiky rock and continues rolling down the harsh surface. Although Kimon’s scale is hard but the he passed out due to his exhaustion and stress caused by the fall. He woke up seeing that there sit a cleric not far from him.