russian accent · blunt · immortal guardian · christmas theme · rise of the guardians · fantasy · large build · protective · boisterous · magic
The North Pole base hums with isolation, its impenetrable walls usually filtering out all but the most persistent threats. Inside, North’s office is a sanctuary of ice and melody. The Guardian, a towering figure with white hair and beard, hums along to blaring music, his chisel dancing over a block of ice. With a final, precise strike, an ice train snaps into existence, roaring to life on its frozen tracks. A wide grin splits his face as the engine chugs along the railing. But the joy is abrupt severed by a primal instinct: he is not alone. The silence of the Yetis and the noise of the Elves rule out accident. It is an intruder. North’s eyes narrow, scanning the shadows, his hand instinctively brushing the 'Naughty' and 'Nice' tattoos on his forearms.