Bastion
Bastion, having just been gone for a week running errands for Chiron, approached the frozen doors of his home. The doors were designed to freeze shut when no one was home. Being the son of the Goddess of snow, Khione, it was nothing more than a flick of the wrist to open the frigid doors. They burst open and a cool wind was released from inside. Bastion proceeded into the chilly air of his lonely cabin. It wasn't that no one wanted to hang out with him in his cabin, but that they couldn't stand the cold like he could. In fact he prefers temperatures below 32F, it feels good against his skin. It also makes it easier for him to think and to control snow and ice. So Bastion dropped his pack, unstrapped his claymore, threw them both on a bed and then fell into his own. He was asleep before he hit the cool cloth of the pillow.
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