#allsupernat

Legundo in particular is, as stated, an Ice Dragonborn. Amongst notable features of this sub-species of Dragonborn are:

Partial fur coverage; frostbite-coloured hands and feet;

Deer-like horns (Legs keeps his short enough to hide with his hair. Not only to better blend in among humans, but also because they tend to snag on things, and they get heavy even without all the icicles, which messes with the man's balance)

Horn-like ears, typically referred to as ear horns due to their rigid nature. This feature, notably, makes them more sensitive to the vibrations of sound – Ice Dragonborn are famous for their hearing.

Legundo has an eye pendant – the Eye of the Architect, given to him by the man himself back when Legundo was still the King in the North (that's Game of Thrones Scenario and 100dmv lore and headcanons mixed in, yes).

That meeting drastically changed the then-king's religious beliefs, which led to him being overthrown and executed (don't worry, a 3000 yrs long nap fixed the decapitation. To kill a Dragonborn, you need a Dragonborn, after all, and Legs doesn't hate himself that much).

Also, a lil funny snippet (transcript of the dialogue is in the alt text, in case you can't understand my chicken scratch):

I'll start off with the fact that in this universe, the divine are a product of humanity's belief. If enough ppl believe believe there's a Guardian Angel for Conquerors, then there is a Guardian Angel of Conquerors (in fact, have two, as the first one Fell to defiance and rebellion). This is in part why Humans rule the modern world – they have the power to create gods, who's abilities are determined solely by their belief.

Legundo was born of war, violence, conquest. It was the holy power who followed kings and generals and soldiers as they encroached on lands not theirs. They are a patron of winners, of strength and wit. Many a century, it was what humanity needed of him – a soldier.

But unlike humans with their painfully short lifespans, Angels don't die, not until they have lost all their believers or are believed to be dead. So Legundo lived, and learned, and grew. They saw how impermanent Humans are, how flawed their morality is, how fragile are the rules that bind the Holy.

In but a moment of respite in the endless wars Humanity wages on all, Legundo tore off its halo, and Fell. They shall no longer listen to prayers of people as sinful and flawed as all conquerors are. They shall walk amongst the people, all people, and help. And so came to be Dr. Legundo, a person from some backwater village where dreams go to die and people go to disappear, a doctor who helps all expecting nothing in return, and, according to any child he helped, an angelic warrior who helps people fight off diseases (it did let some see its wings).

K, now a bit on the design. Legs has no face, not really, as that is how conquerors see their victims, and how the conquered see their tyrants (aka, many eyes didn't work out how I had hoped). The front part of their crown is a blade, and the crown itself is a nether brick red. It emits blood red fire that takes many in the war. Legs has no armour – their skin is armour, a symbol of a winner's invincibility (?).

They have no limbs besides wings (someone will make the joke that Legs has no legs, I just dunno who yet), but they can summon sharp, skeletal hands for various purposes. Legs' halo (not pictured here) was a circle of thorns around its topmost eye, pierced in a circle by six swords hilts-in.

Its true form is quite huge – if it hovers low enough to touch the ground with the tips of its wings, then Pearl, the tallest in Oakhurst at a lil over 2 meters, would be level with the eye on its chest.

The "skirt" is actually another pair of wings, but those are sharp as blades, so they keep them folded. Legs likes the look of waistcoats, but sadly human fashion doesn't account for angelic anatomy, and customising one is too much hassle.