A monster of a wyvern, Ymir's size is immeasurable. He stands taller than most trees, even the older ones. He towers above the wolves and his shadow engulfs a large, expansive portion of land. He wrecks the land he treads, unable to maneuver at all successfully and harmlessly. Despite this, however, at a younger age he harnessed the ability to lower himself in size. It is beneficial to survival, as he would be an easy target if he remained at full capacity. He stands at around nine feet tall, when his neck and head are extended completely. His wingspan is immense, even when he shrinks down. They can reach a good twenty feet if he stretched them out all the way. Most of the time they are only spread for flying, obviously. They are utilized for walking and climbing for the most part, however, and thus are compact and folded for easy maneuvering.

His muscles are thick and plentiful, as they would need to be. His wings are leathery and the membrane remains devoid of scales. This cannot be said about the rest of his body, though. Thick, large plates overlap down the length of his reptilian body. They are thicker along his hind legs and chest and stomach than anywhere else. In fact, these thick plates jut outwards, heavy and jagged and trailing down his chest and abdomen. His tail is long and heavy, the end plated as well, spiked and top-heavy though Ymir is used to it. His hind legs are powerful and sturdy, as they should be for a wyvern.

His claws are long and thick and smooth, flexible enough to grab things and balance himself though they are not too terribly good for perching or anything of the sort. His head is long and angular, horns waving up from his crown. He is overall a clean, midnight blue. His scales shimmer in the light, changing into different shades of blue as the light hits it just right. His underside is white like snow, the ivory extending to the insides of his wings, his neck, and the underside of his tail. Like cracks in the ice more white can be found webbing across the blue, glowing and pulsating like white-hot lava. He, however, runs cold. Icy cold, in fact. He is chilly to the touch and often times lowers the temperature a bit in the air around him. His eyes are much the same, blazing brightly upon his face in a bright white, pupil-less and fierce. He is quite the sight to behold.

A beast of ancient origins. He was around longer than many other mythical and rare creatures that continue to walk Adymeria among the wolf-folk. His customs are very different than what customs have been established in present day. Fierce and loyal to his last breath he fights for what he believes in and will not let anything stand in his way. He is determined and his integrity is strong and sturdy. He can be intimidating, never lowering his head to anyone and never taking orders from anyone. He does not believe in dictatorship or any other kind of ruling. He is loyal to the Great Spirit, despite that he has left Adymeria so long ago. He is intelligent and wise beyond his years, seasoned with time and the changing of the world. However, he does not know everything. When he went into his slumber his knowledge of the terrain and its inhabitants remained intact, though only of his time period. He knows little of the customs and ways of the wolves and creatures nowadays. Even still, the lands have changed themselves over the centuries. He remembers things as they were and still is familiar with the realm of Adymeria in that respect.

He does not bend under power and holds a sense of competition. He is a prideful beast, to be sure, and does not like being belittled by others. He does not respond well to aggression towards him, often times becoming blind with the rage and urge to defeat whatever is facing him. He cannot be placated in these times, often times never having an anchor to ground himself with. He is lost in a time of loyalty and kindness and kinship before the War, finding himself disgusted by the habits and dark, twisted beasts that stalk Adymeria now. In this sense he is most definitely prideful. Never snooty or trying to always one up another, he still does hold his own customs. He holds nobody as his equal. He came from a time where he was feared and praised because of what he is.

He is stern and as stated before, determined. His beliefs and mindset is not easily shaken nor won over by pretty words. He is hard-headed to a degree, seeing sometimes in tunnel vision. He respects those that deserve to be respected or have earned it. He, on the other hand, expects others to respect him on principle alone. He keeps his past to himself, for the most part, but is not modest in telling of his part in the Great War. He holds his beliefs to himself unless he is speaking with someone he thinks is worth his time to talk of religion or origins. He is somewhat unpredictable, both ominous and mysterious yet fierce and outspoken. He falls on different ends of the spectrum of emotions, though regret, guilt, depression, or anything similar falls flat to him. He has a bit of a culture shock as well, waking up in Adymeria with all of the changes that have happened.

Ymir was born near the beginning of Adymeria. He was dormant in his frosted egg, buried deep in the glaciers far out in the waters surrounding the continent. He was born alongside his brother Adramelech who was nestled in the fires of a volcano. Neither of them hatched on time. They seemed to be waiting for something. When the first turmoil started between Sol and Luna they stirred. Together they rose from their shells and into the light of the world. Ymir, born of ice and water and desolation. Adramelech, born of fire and anger and ashes. Ymir was drawn to the nighttime and to the moon's chilly touch. Adramelech was attracted to the fierce, blazing sunlight. They were on opposite ends of the spectrum and yet they rose together and grew and were together just as Sol and Luna. Unlike them, however, they were only mere mortal beasts in Adymeria. They related to the creators the best and aligned themselves accordingly. However when the two were unsettled and their relationship began to decline they turned to the Great Spirit. They grew up more, reaching their full potential and sizes and their colossal bodies soared the skies at night and during the peak of the day. Then came the War.

The War. The one that costed the lives of many a being. The one that fell the greatest beasts of the land and scorched the earth with its remnants. The worst of all, however, was when the Great Spirit fell. Ymir and his brother ached for the Great One as if they could feel his pain. They both fought in the War alongside other dragons and fantastical creatures. Though it was not clear what they were fighting for. Adymeria suffered great loss and destruction during this time. Ymir lost his brother in the battle and when it ended and the Ghostflowers rose from the ground where the Great One had suffered he was growing bitter. To think that such childishness and selfishness could be pinned to the two creators was disheartening. Ymir lost faith in the two and abandoned by the Great Spirit lost his direction. Then there were the first wolves. A species that carved through the lands and began growing rapidly in their population. They evolved and changed constantly and Ymir was around for the early ones. Though Ymir did not hate the wolves he could not connect with any of them. They were foreign and on a different level than he. He was an ancient beast of a different time. He found himself not wanting to be around them anymore.

He fled to the mountains, high up on their peaks where not even the most daring wolf dare go. He nestled in the ice and snow and frozen rock. He let the frost and the coldness and ice claim his body, encasing it in a thick, crystalline shell as he fell dormant. For centuries he stayed that way, never moving nor waking from his deep slumber. Nothing rose him, either, even as the seasons changed and wolves came and went. Legends were born and creatures migrated into Adymeria. The lands flourished, touched by the wolves and their different species and Ymir remained in the gray abyss up upon the mountaintop. Then something changed altogether. His eyes flicked open and he began to awaken. As to of why he hadn't the slightest clue. After centuries he has waken and will descend from the mountaintops for the first time in a long, long time.