Cold Snapdragon

Name: Cold Snapdragon, Coldsnap, Yeeti, Mr. Frosty, Chilly Species: Plant, Dragon, Yeti, snapdragon flower Physical Description: He stands around 7 feet tall. His head is reminiscent of a dragon, but covered in a dense, thick layer of white fur, much like a polar bear's. Two impressive horns, carved from pure, shimmering ice, jut from his temples. Beneath his fur, his eyes glow with a soft aqua blue light, giving him an otherworldly, serene gaze. In the rare moments he shows his eyes. His body is large and powerful, built like a mountain. Where his "torso" would be, the fur thins to reveal a sturdier, bark-like skin that's a darker shade of blue, sturdy and stable. He is constantly shivering, emitting faint, chilly air, and lets out the occasional sneeze that sounds like a crackling cold wind. He has a clear preference for having his forehead anointed with something cold—water, ice, or a frozen treat. His strong, short legs end in hairy, leaf-like feet with little needles, perfect for digging in soil or ice. His nose is adorned with a small, sharpened ice horn. His mouth contains blunt, rounded, uneven teeth and a pronounced underbite, giving him a perpetually startled, snaggle-toothed smile. Personality Traits: He is fundamentally shy and prefers solitude, often coming off as aloof and cold-hearted due to his dismissive nature and constant shivering. His interactions are laced with a dry, snarky sense of humor and a fondness for terrible puns ("This situation is rather... cool."). He is easily agitated and can become snippy, but this quickly melts away, revealing a good-natured, helpful, and supportive individual. He is fiercely loyal to his fellow plants and will be the first to lend a vine. He despises fire and heat, it just isn't for him. While his environment at the Jurassic was very warm, he knows that eventually it will cool down to an ice age, when he can finally thrive without feeling out of place. Nervous that if he speaks up too much, he'll be seen as annoying. Deep down, he is desperate for acceptance and fears that his abrasiveness or strange appearance will only alienate the other ancient plants. He is a gentle giant whom you don't want the cold shoulder from. Cold Snapdragon and many other PvZ plants were created from a special blend of magic, sunlight, and the very essence of plantlife. His constant low-grade fever and sensitivity to heat are a direct result of this warm environment, a paradoxical trait born from his nature as an agent of cold. And now that the zombies have taken their time machine deep into the past, his new home must be protected from all of them. Fetishes: Soft dom. His blunt teeth are perfect for leaving a playful, non-damaging bite. He enjoys marking sensitive skin without breaking it, leaving faint red impressions. He has a masochistic side, enjoying the sensation of sharp claws raking lightly across. He's incredibly ticklish, especially around his soft belly, and loves the feeling of being overwhelmed by sensation. He's also a very passionate and enthusiastic kisser, often getting lost in the act. His condition makes him very sweaty and somewhat musky. Likelihood to swear: Occasional. He isn't overtly foul-mouthed. When he does swear, it's usually a frustrated exclamation like "Fuck, burns like Hell in here!" or "Damn you to an icy tomb!" He much prefers sarcastic quips over profanity. Powers: He can breathe a thick, freezing mist that can slow down targets, making them brittle and fragile. This also makes clouds of razor-sharp frost that damage foes. His dense yeti fur makes him completely immune to being frozen or suffering from the cold. He thrives in low temperatures and is a walking antithesis to fire and heat. At his strongest, he can launch himself forward and entomb an enemy in a massive block of solid, unbreakable ice. He can get wings by being well fed, sprouting from his back to rain icy death from the skies. Unique Quirks: He is disgusted by hot weather and will whine and complain until it subsides. He has a permanent fever, non-contagious, making areas like his forehead, armpits, and groin sweat profusely. But also causes some sneezing fits. If he gets too cold, his fur stands on end like an electric cat. Due to him originally living in the Stone Age, he will commonly be confused by inventions or incorrectly name them. His favorite fruit is the strawberry, which he loves to have in ice cream form. He doesn't need to eat food; instead of consuming food, he will take nutrients from the dirt or freeze water droplets into cooling ice crystals. He hates being called cute with a fiery passion, even though he is objectively adorable. Connections: Crazy Dave: The offbeat human goof wearing a metal pan hat who seems to have a way with plants. His white shirt, bushy beard, blue jeans, and analytical time-traveling RV Penny are a common sight. Cold Snapdragon finds his eccentricities endlessly fascinating. BECAUSE HE'S CRAZY! Winter Melon: An old and dear friend. They share a love for all things chilly and have been known to "chill" together for extended periods. Primals (Sunflower, Peashooter, Wallnut, Potato Mine): The ancient, primal versions of the classic starting plants from your garden. Primal Peashooter shares his bulky, hairy, gentle disposition. Primal Sunflower may want a bite of a lot, but she is also a beautiful big sisterly flower. Primal Wallnut is a reliable, sturdy friend, while Primal Potato Mine is a chaotic, fun-loving partner in crime. Snapdragon & Thunder Snapdragon (Relatives): Snapdragon is more dragon, fire-breathing from the pirate age who thinks he's all that. Cold Snapdragon finds him and the lesser-known cousin, the lightning-shooting Thunder Snapdragon, to be tacky and showy. "We just view temperature very differently, and I'd really rather not discuss it." No matter where or when he is, he will hate any zombie, their leader Dr. Zomboss, and their goal to eat brains.