Post by Thorney on Jul 26, 2010 12:22:32 GMT -5
Player:
Name: Thorne
Are you 17+?: Yup!
Contact Information:
Email: fire.thorne@yahoo.com
Past RP Experience: See Rael ^_^
Character:
Name: Dastan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Wher Candidate
Description: When Dastan steps into view, the first thing that comes to mind is ‘fit’. Though not as tall as he would like, hovering around 6’0” or 6’1” on a good day, the candidate has a decent muscle on that average build and so still cuts a handsome form. He is not so muscled as to be confused with a smith or miner, but is instead rather simply trim and fit. Das isn’t the stoutest guy around, but he does enjoy exercises that keep him looking good, especially practicing with his twin short swords. His arms do not hold a muscular appearance, but rather a lean and strong look. His stomach is flat as a griddlecake and hard. He has a bit of growing left to do, as he is only eighteen turns, and may perhaps grow stronger as he matures. He is tanned from head to toe from growing up in the deserts of Igen, and so his skin is bronzed and dark.
However, the second thing that one will notice about Dastan is his ever-present grin. There is hardly ever a time when one will see him frown, for he holds an inner humor that only fails him in the most tragic of circumstances. He smirks often as well, as if he is utterly confident in himself and he knows that he can do whatever he sets himself to. His teeth are whiter than white, and are offset well by his dark tan. Grey-blue eyes are often alight with good humor and perhaps a spot of mischief, matching his roguish smile. Das is blessed with good hair, a rich mahogany-colored brown that reveals red highlights in the sun. It falls to his shoulders in a perfectly straight line when left down, but the candidate always keeps it tied back at the base of his neck, only a few strands escaping to hang about his jaw.
Not exactly as ‘manly’-looking as some of the dragonriders he spends his time with, the candidate has a boyishly-handsome face that is not yet hard nor strong. He does have a good jawline, but he is not quite completely filled out just yet. However, since his body is built so well, Dastan tends to wear sleeveless clothing to show off his nice arms, and well-fitted jerkins that cuts along the straight lines of his body. Or, preferably, no shirt at all. Das also has a tendency to stick to his boots from Igen. They are soft and pliable, cool in hot weather and easy to clean. He does not like hard boots, and he has an aversion to sandals. If he is not wearing his Igen boots, he is barefooted.
Das also wears two weapons, as his father insisted his sons all be taught self-defense, and he excelled with short swords. As such, the two slender blades are worn on each of his hips, and are an elegant, matching pair. The candidate has his favored colors, and they all tend to be on the muter end of the spectrum. Dastan is a loud personality, but his clothing is anything but. Blacks, greys, and dark reds cover most of his wardrobe, with some browns and deep blues thrown in occasionally. Along his chest, on the left side, is a long ridged scar given to him by his brother’s blade during a practice duel gone wrong, and there are various little marks on his hands and arms from sword training.
Personality: A magnetic personality, Dastan is one of those people that you just want to get to know. He grins often, smirks even more, and jokes as much as a harper with too much wine. The candidate loves a good jest, and though he knows there are times that a somber attitude is required, he is light and cheery-hearted whenever possible. He is fun to be around, the true embodiment of the term ‘life of the party.’ He can make you laugh, charm his way into your heart, and leave you wanting more. That is not to say in romantic terms, rather merely in friendship. If ever there was a guy that could make you forget your problems and laugh in their presence, Das is it. It is likely he will always be popular with the guy and gals both, for he shows no preference when it comes to the company he keeps.
Yet, even though the candidate is known as the professional jester, he also has his strong, admirable traits. The first? He fears very, very little. Dastan would take any chance he had to, and put himself in any danger if it was requested of him. In his opinion, life is cheap unless you make the most of it. There is no point in living if you cannot use your life for some better end than just a meaningless death. There is no purpose in just being alive, only in living. The candidate would rather go in a blaze of glory rather than die old and feeble. That is just the way he is. There is very little that bothers him, and in truth, this has perhaps made Das a little reckless.
Alongside his bravery, there is a competitive side to this candidate, and he will never let a challenge go unanswered. You wish a duel? Bring it on. Who can lift the most? You’ve got it, pal. Who can fit the most fruitrolls in their mouth at once? Well, ew, but…you’re on, buster. Dastan thrives on competition, and welcomes any challenge thrown his way. Perhaps this is born of a need to prove himself to world, since he was a third son of a holder and was never expected to do much with his life. However, unlike most men who have such a competitive streak, Das is not bitter about losing, nor is he even obnoxious in the least about his victories. It is the challenge itself that he thrives on, not the triumph. The boy is a graceful loser, able to accept his defeats with honor and dignity, and even a good jest thrown at his own expense. He does prefer to win, though, and gives his all to do so.
Aside from his hyper-competitiveness, Dastan is generally a rather light-hearted person who is pretty easygoing. Nothing really gets him riled up except a challenge, and he is hardly ever angry. Sure, the candidate can get annoyed, but that is generally the strongest emotion you will see out of him besides good humor and an itch to prove himself. Does he get irritated easily? Oh fall yes, but it passes quickly and there is rarely a grudge held for it. Das would much rather be joking with his buddies or out practicing his swords than off brooding somewhere or privately steaming in anger. Nearly every time you approach this candidate, you are going to find a grin and a welcoming attitude.
History: As the third son of a minor holder in the Igen desert, Dastan knew from birth that he would have to prove himself in order to find his place in the world. His elder brothers, Dovin and Dastin, had everything so easy, being the first sons. Blessed with the circumstance of being ‘foremost son’, Dovin enjoyed his childhood far more than his little brothers and sisters. Though their parents were good enough to them, it was always obvious who his father Kosta’s favorite was. His mother Sadrine, however, tended to spoil the youngest in the family, whichever child that was at the time.
When Dastan was born, his father saw to it that he was tutored as well as his elder brothers, and though he would never be the holder of their cot, Kosta planned for all of his sons to have a good education. For his part, Dastan was grateful for the instruction as he grew, though he never truly had a desire to merely lead a life in the shadow of his elder brothers. From a young age, Das worked to prove himself over and over again, always striving to be more than just another holdbrat with no real future outside of serving under Dovin. It wasn’t that the boy himself wanted to manage the hold instead, but rather that he did not want to be ‘Dovin’s brother’ all his life. He wanted people to know him as Dastan. He was a well-mannered boy, but he did tend to have an adventurous side that got him into trouble when he strayed too far from home occasionally.
Unlike his brothers, Das was fascinated by the desert, and spent his teenage turns out exploring the sands on his runner. Here, he grew tanned and tougher than the other holder sons, almost as if he was a renegade instead of a blue blood. Never really interested in running a hold and ordering drudges about, Dastan preferred a life of freedom to do as he wished instead of being pampered all day. He reveled in combat practice, loving nothing more than to put his body to the test and meet any challenge that came his way. The boy was never really meant to be a holder or even live under the wings of the minor hold at all. It was painfully obvious Das could never settle for such a mundane, spoiled life. There was a wildness inside him that would never accept that.
At the age of fourteen turns, Dastan was being introduced about the social circles in Igen, his parents sifting through acceptable candidates for his marriage. Of course, the boy balked at the idea of being wed, his desire for freedom and to live his life outside the coddled hold meant for himself and no one else. After all, what woman would want to spend her days in travel, leaving the comfort of the holds and facing the wilds of desert? However, his fears were alleviated when a searchdragon landed at his father’s minor hold and chose Dastan to stand at Impression. The weyrs presented the perfect lifestyle for the boy, and he eagerly agreed to go without much resistance from his father. Both of his parents had realized by now he was not cut out for the holder life.
Taken first to Igen, the boy stood at two hatchings and did not Impress. Not disheartened in the slightest, since he only saw it as another challenge to be met, the adventurous spirit inside him beckoned that he move even farther and see more of Pern. Transferring to Southern, Dastan enjoyed his days as a candidate there, exploring the jungles and finding plenty to satisfy his desire for challenges and adventure. It was one such adventure that set him on the path as a wher candidate rather than dragon. Having made friends with the guards of Southern, the boy was introduced to a wherhandler by the name of Rozen, who was bonded to a beautiful, magnificent gold wher. The whers were far more untamed than their draconic cousins, and their handlers as well.
Even though Dastan had a very, very healthy respect for the dragonriders, since they put their lives on the line every day to protect Pern, there was something about the more wild and unusual whers that called to him. Rozen was a wonderful person, and the candidate found himself spending as much time with she and her gold as he could. Rozsk captivated him, and it was not long until Das decided his future lay with the wherhandlers rather than the riders. Naturally, Rozen received his idea warmly, and he planned on standing when Rozsk laid her first clutch. When the pair were transferred to Cerulean, Dastan put in a request to transfer as well. He still plans to stand at Rozsk’s clutch and find his future as a wherhandler. If he does not bond to a wher, Das plans on joining the weyrguard and using his twin swords to protect Cerulean.
Fun Facts: Dastan is skilled with his twin longknives, and can defend himself well with them. He loves meat of any sort and prefers it to vegetables or fruits. No meal is considered complete unless there is beef involved. He also hates wine, and will only drink juice, klah, or quickal.
Aloe Vera Wher:
Name: Dassk
Color: Blue 9DE6F0
Age: 11 Months
Description: This wher’s body is long and lean, granting him decent stamina and superb maneuverability. He has inherited large, effective wings from both of his parents, and at his young age they are a little too big for his frame, making them took a tad awkward. He will be an agile glider, fairly at ease on the wing for long periods of time provided he can catch the best updrafts. His lithe form seems deceptively delicate because of his unusually pale coloration. Like ice, the pale almost crystalline blue color deepens to near cobalt and lightens in several areas almost to white. Along the bottom line of his wings and at the very tip of his tail, an almost purple hue has developed. His eyes seem like vivid lights in his face, as they usually show much deeper colors than those of his hide. Long headknobs on a narrowed face keep to the long and lean look, while wide-ish shoulders support strong climbing muscles.
He is strong, with the typical girth of a blue, but the length of a brown. His tail is fairly long and quite dexterous, able to grasp large things and he may use it to assist with balance in the trees by wrapping it around a branch. Anywhere high is where he prefers to be, and his love of climbing is made easier by short, thick claws that easily find small nearly invisible cracks and niches to support his weight. He can scale straight up the cliffs of Cerulean, and he’ll be able to do so when fully grown with his bonded riding.
Personality: Dassk is strong, and he knows it. He is not easily deterred when he’s chosen a path or decision he believes in, and he almost borders on being outright stubborn at times. He’s got a tendency to believe himself capable of anything, and he does not like when others manage to do something he cannot, or insist upon the fact that he wouldn’t be able to do something. In this, he is the spitting image of his mother, Rozsk, to a bit of a lesser degree. He is apt to try something several times until he gets it right, though it is not so much of an obsessive drive in him. He can handle the occasional personal failure, so long as he’s certain he’s done his best to prove otherwise.
Despite this drive, he is not an apt learner. It may take him some time and explanation to really grasp certain concepts, especially when it concerns his overdeveloped sense of right and wrong. It is often that he cannot decipher the grey aspects of a situation, taking in only the black and white. He always has his handler’s best interests in heart though, and this supersedes the sense of justice cultivated directly from his handler’s views of the world. He will be quick to defend his bonded, but he is level-headed enough to judge when a situation requires immediate physical action, and when to hold for further information or some indication of intent from his bonded.
Otherwise, he’s a joker, and enjoys a good laugh though rarely at the expense of others, and he’s lucky to have not gained the more serious side from his mother as well. He can usually find something entertaining in just about anything, and he likes to share his little ideas with his handler in full color detail.
Type: Fire-Lizard
Name: Aeris
Color: Green
Age: 9 Months (First Month, Turn 8 of Tenth Pass) (Mid-Winter)
Description: This little green is quite the luscious lady. Her size is average, but she is sleek in all the right areas and rounded in all the right areas. Her wings look delicate, but perfectly proportioned – and are strong enough to carry her on long glides. Her eyes carry a look to them that is both calm and sultry. Her stride when walking is an even saunter, and she flies with an effortless glide. Everything about her is graceful and beautiful – and oh does she know it. And flaunt it.
Her underbelly, fore-limbs, and the underside of her neck and tail are a vibrant, only slightly dark green – the color of thick, healthy grass. Wispy accents of a lighter yellow-green accent her form here and there on those areas. A smooth, much darker green covers the rest of her, looking as if someone had poured a dark liquid all down her spine and it was thickly dripping down. The darker green covers her back and the upper side of her neck and tail. It comes up between her headknobs and eyeridges, ending about halfway down her snout. Her feet are also covered in it to a varying degree, almost as if she had stepped into a shallow puddle of the darker color.
While she retains all the agility befitting her status as a green, she doesn’t often use it. She prefers to move in a slow, serpentine manner that is almost sensuous to the eye. While she has the ability to dart about and whirl out of the way of danger, she much prefers to glide her way along with smooth, steady movements. After all, what better way to admire her?
Personality: This green knows she’s beautiful, and is somewhat vain about it, but not in an overbearing manner. She has all the conceit of a queen, but without the pretension. She’s not one to force others to look at her, but she does show off for those who watch. In her mind, she’s so beautiful, why shouldn’t they look? And why shouldn’t she give them a very good look? Her sinuous movements are all carefully orchestrated to be as pleasing to the eye as possible, and she loves it when she can feel others’ regard on her. She works hard to make sure that she always looks good, for it is her thought that everyone is happier if they have something lovely to look at.
She’s actually a rather sweet personality, giving more to loving everything around her than anything else. She doesn’t disdain even the traditionally ugly – for everything isn’t quite as beautiful as her (at least, in her mind). She is, however, flirtatious to the max, and will flirt with just about anyone. She loves the males of all the draconic species, and will flirt with them especially. Not only other fire-lizards, but dragons and whers as well. She has an odd fascination with her larger cousins, though she adores her smaller brethren all the same. While she’ll flirt with most males, she’ll also playfully flirt with other females if she can. She doesn’t mean anything by it, but she loves it all in good fun. If she’s bored enough, she might even try to flirt with any of the twolegs that roam all about – they give treats, after all.
She’s definitely a snuggler, and her bonded is her most favorite cuddle-companion. Anything else bonded to Hers is a close second. She can be a little bit of a sneak, as well, finding out who her bonded might be interested in and making sure to cuddle up on that person especially. In this way, she’ll try to draw that person closer to her bonded, and will make a show of how well her bonded treats her – often flashing his face in the person’s mind to make sure they knew.
This one loves attention, and presents are a special treat. Anything pretty or shiny is loved and will likely be kept in a little treasure trove – reminiscent of the silly old dragon-tales from before-Pern. She thrives on compliments, and will preen for quite awhile after receiving one. She tends to ignore any sort of insults, as the being must simply have been mistaken when they said such things to her. All in all, she has a tendency to live in her own little world of beauty and cuddles and will rarely leave the serene peace of it.
The only thing that can effectively drag her out of her little world is someone trying to harm her bonded, or any of his other bondeds. An attack on her will simply be met with an affronted squeak, a flouncing flick of her tail, and a cold wisp of air as she pops between and away. But an attack against those she considers Hers…she will screech shrilly (hurting the person or people’s ears quite effectively) and attack them with every little bit of her. While no one would ever normally think her vicious, when she gets protective she will go into all-out catfight-mode. Tiny scratches and bites, wing-buffets and tail-slaps – she is no fighter, but she will do what she can to make her victims rue the day they ever sought to harm Hers.
Name: Thorne
Are you 17+?: Yup!
Contact Information:
Email: fire.thorne@yahoo.com
Past RP Experience: See Rael ^_^
Character:
Name: Dastan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Wher Candidate
Description: When Dastan steps into view, the first thing that comes to mind is ‘fit’. Though not as tall as he would like, hovering around 6’0” or 6’1” on a good day, the candidate has a decent muscle on that average build and so still cuts a handsome form. He is not so muscled as to be confused with a smith or miner, but is instead rather simply trim and fit. Das isn’t the stoutest guy around, but he does enjoy exercises that keep him looking good, especially practicing with his twin short swords. His arms do not hold a muscular appearance, but rather a lean and strong look. His stomach is flat as a griddlecake and hard. He has a bit of growing left to do, as he is only eighteen turns, and may perhaps grow stronger as he matures. He is tanned from head to toe from growing up in the deserts of Igen, and so his skin is bronzed and dark.
However, the second thing that one will notice about Dastan is his ever-present grin. There is hardly ever a time when one will see him frown, for he holds an inner humor that only fails him in the most tragic of circumstances. He smirks often as well, as if he is utterly confident in himself and he knows that he can do whatever he sets himself to. His teeth are whiter than white, and are offset well by his dark tan. Grey-blue eyes are often alight with good humor and perhaps a spot of mischief, matching his roguish smile. Das is blessed with good hair, a rich mahogany-colored brown that reveals red highlights in the sun. It falls to his shoulders in a perfectly straight line when left down, but the candidate always keeps it tied back at the base of his neck, only a few strands escaping to hang about his jaw.
Not exactly as ‘manly’-looking as some of the dragonriders he spends his time with, the candidate has a boyishly-handsome face that is not yet hard nor strong. He does have a good jawline, but he is not quite completely filled out just yet. However, since his body is built so well, Dastan tends to wear sleeveless clothing to show off his nice arms, and well-fitted jerkins that cuts along the straight lines of his body. Or, preferably, no shirt at all. Das also has a tendency to stick to his boots from Igen. They are soft and pliable, cool in hot weather and easy to clean. He does not like hard boots, and he has an aversion to sandals. If he is not wearing his Igen boots, he is barefooted.
Das also wears two weapons, as his father insisted his sons all be taught self-defense, and he excelled with short swords. As such, the two slender blades are worn on each of his hips, and are an elegant, matching pair. The candidate has his favored colors, and they all tend to be on the muter end of the spectrum. Dastan is a loud personality, but his clothing is anything but. Blacks, greys, and dark reds cover most of his wardrobe, with some browns and deep blues thrown in occasionally. Along his chest, on the left side, is a long ridged scar given to him by his brother’s blade during a practice duel gone wrong, and there are various little marks on his hands and arms from sword training.
Personality: A magnetic personality, Dastan is one of those people that you just want to get to know. He grins often, smirks even more, and jokes as much as a harper with too much wine. The candidate loves a good jest, and though he knows there are times that a somber attitude is required, he is light and cheery-hearted whenever possible. He is fun to be around, the true embodiment of the term ‘life of the party.’ He can make you laugh, charm his way into your heart, and leave you wanting more. That is not to say in romantic terms, rather merely in friendship. If ever there was a guy that could make you forget your problems and laugh in their presence, Das is it. It is likely he will always be popular with the guy and gals both, for he shows no preference when it comes to the company he keeps.
Yet, even though the candidate is known as the professional jester, he also has his strong, admirable traits. The first? He fears very, very little. Dastan would take any chance he had to, and put himself in any danger if it was requested of him. In his opinion, life is cheap unless you make the most of it. There is no point in living if you cannot use your life for some better end than just a meaningless death. There is no purpose in just being alive, only in living. The candidate would rather go in a blaze of glory rather than die old and feeble. That is just the way he is. There is very little that bothers him, and in truth, this has perhaps made Das a little reckless.
Alongside his bravery, there is a competitive side to this candidate, and he will never let a challenge go unanswered. You wish a duel? Bring it on. Who can lift the most? You’ve got it, pal. Who can fit the most fruitrolls in their mouth at once? Well, ew, but…you’re on, buster. Dastan thrives on competition, and welcomes any challenge thrown his way. Perhaps this is born of a need to prove himself to world, since he was a third son of a holder and was never expected to do much with his life. However, unlike most men who have such a competitive streak, Das is not bitter about losing, nor is he even obnoxious in the least about his victories. It is the challenge itself that he thrives on, not the triumph. The boy is a graceful loser, able to accept his defeats with honor and dignity, and even a good jest thrown at his own expense. He does prefer to win, though, and gives his all to do so.
Aside from his hyper-competitiveness, Dastan is generally a rather light-hearted person who is pretty easygoing. Nothing really gets him riled up except a challenge, and he is hardly ever angry. Sure, the candidate can get annoyed, but that is generally the strongest emotion you will see out of him besides good humor and an itch to prove himself. Does he get irritated easily? Oh fall yes, but it passes quickly and there is rarely a grudge held for it. Das would much rather be joking with his buddies or out practicing his swords than off brooding somewhere or privately steaming in anger. Nearly every time you approach this candidate, you are going to find a grin and a welcoming attitude.
History: As the third son of a minor holder in the Igen desert, Dastan knew from birth that he would have to prove himself in order to find his place in the world. His elder brothers, Dovin and Dastin, had everything so easy, being the first sons. Blessed with the circumstance of being ‘foremost son’, Dovin enjoyed his childhood far more than his little brothers and sisters. Though their parents were good enough to them, it was always obvious who his father Kosta’s favorite was. His mother Sadrine, however, tended to spoil the youngest in the family, whichever child that was at the time.
When Dastan was born, his father saw to it that he was tutored as well as his elder brothers, and though he would never be the holder of their cot, Kosta planned for all of his sons to have a good education. For his part, Dastan was grateful for the instruction as he grew, though he never truly had a desire to merely lead a life in the shadow of his elder brothers. From a young age, Das worked to prove himself over and over again, always striving to be more than just another holdbrat with no real future outside of serving under Dovin. It wasn’t that the boy himself wanted to manage the hold instead, but rather that he did not want to be ‘Dovin’s brother’ all his life. He wanted people to know him as Dastan. He was a well-mannered boy, but he did tend to have an adventurous side that got him into trouble when he strayed too far from home occasionally.
Unlike his brothers, Das was fascinated by the desert, and spent his teenage turns out exploring the sands on his runner. Here, he grew tanned and tougher than the other holder sons, almost as if he was a renegade instead of a blue blood. Never really interested in running a hold and ordering drudges about, Dastan preferred a life of freedom to do as he wished instead of being pampered all day. He reveled in combat practice, loving nothing more than to put his body to the test and meet any challenge that came his way. The boy was never really meant to be a holder or even live under the wings of the minor hold at all. It was painfully obvious Das could never settle for such a mundane, spoiled life. There was a wildness inside him that would never accept that.
At the age of fourteen turns, Dastan was being introduced about the social circles in Igen, his parents sifting through acceptable candidates for his marriage. Of course, the boy balked at the idea of being wed, his desire for freedom and to live his life outside the coddled hold meant for himself and no one else. After all, what woman would want to spend her days in travel, leaving the comfort of the holds and facing the wilds of desert? However, his fears were alleviated when a searchdragon landed at his father’s minor hold and chose Dastan to stand at Impression. The weyrs presented the perfect lifestyle for the boy, and he eagerly agreed to go without much resistance from his father. Both of his parents had realized by now he was not cut out for the holder life.
Taken first to Igen, the boy stood at two hatchings and did not Impress. Not disheartened in the slightest, since he only saw it as another challenge to be met, the adventurous spirit inside him beckoned that he move even farther and see more of Pern. Transferring to Southern, Dastan enjoyed his days as a candidate there, exploring the jungles and finding plenty to satisfy his desire for challenges and adventure. It was one such adventure that set him on the path as a wher candidate rather than dragon. Having made friends with the guards of Southern, the boy was introduced to a wherhandler by the name of Rozen, who was bonded to a beautiful, magnificent gold wher. The whers were far more untamed than their draconic cousins, and their handlers as well.
Even though Dastan had a very, very healthy respect for the dragonriders, since they put their lives on the line every day to protect Pern, there was something about the more wild and unusual whers that called to him. Rozen was a wonderful person, and the candidate found himself spending as much time with she and her gold as he could. Rozsk captivated him, and it was not long until Das decided his future lay with the wherhandlers rather than the riders. Naturally, Rozen received his idea warmly, and he planned on standing when Rozsk laid her first clutch. When the pair were transferred to Cerulean, Dastan put in a request to transfer as well. He still plans to stand at Rozsk’s clutch and find his future as a wherhandler. If he does not bond to a wher, Das plans on joining the weyrguard and using his twin swords to protect Cerulean.
Fun Facts: Dastan is skilled with his twin longknives, and can defend himself well with them. He loves meat of any sort and prefers it to vegetables or fruits. No meal is considered complete unless there is beef involved. He also hates wine, and will only drink juice, klah, or quickal.
Aloe Vera Wher:
Name: Dassk
Color: Blue 9DE6F0
Age: 11 Months
Description: This wher’s body is long and lean, granting him decent stamina and superb maneuverability. He has inherited large, effective wings from both of his parents, and at his young age they are a little too big for his frame, making them took a tad awkward. He will be an agile glider, fairly at ease on the wing for long periods of time provided he can catch the best updrafts. His lithe form seems deceptively delicate because of his unusually pale coloration. Like ice, the pale almost crystalline blue color deepens to near cobalt and lightens in several areas almost to white. Along the bottom line of his wings and at the very tip of his tail, an almost purple hue has developed. His eyes seem like vivid lights in his face, as they usually show much deeper colors than those of his hide. Long headknobs on a narrowed face keep to the long and lean look, while wide-ish shoulders support strong climbing muscles.
He is strong, with the typical girth of a blue, but the length of a brown. His tail is fairly long and quite dexterous, able to grasp large things and he may use it to assist with balance in the trees by wrapping it around a branch. Anywhere high is where he prefers to be, and his love of climbing is made easier by short, thick claws that easily find small nearly invisible cracks and niches to support his weight. He can scale straight up the cliffs of Cerulean, and he’ll be able to do so when fully grown with his bonded riding.
Personality: Dassk is strong, and he knows it. He is not easily deterred when he’s chosen a path or decision he believes in, and he almost borders on being outright stubborn at times. He’s got a tendency to believe himself capable of anything, and he does not like when others manage to do something he cannot, or insist upon the fact that he wouldn’t be able to do something. In this, he is the spitting image of his mother, Rozsk, to a bit of a lesser degree. He is apt to try something several times until he gets it right, though it is not so much of an obsessive drive in him. He can handle the occasional personal failure, so long as he’s certain he’s done his best to prove otherwise.
Despite this drive, he is not an apt learner. It may take him some time and explanation to really grasp certain concepts, especially when it concerns his overdeveloped sense of right and wrong. It is often that he cannot decipher the grey aspects of a situation, taking in only the black and white. He always has his handler’s best interests in heart though, and this supersedes the sense of justice cultivated directly from his handler’s views of the world. He will be quick to defend his bonded, but he is level-headed enough to judge when a situation requires immediate physical action, and when to hold for further information or some indication of intent from his bonded.
Otherwise, he’s a joker, and enjoys a good laugh though rarely at the expense of others, and he’s lucky to have not gained the more serious side from his mother as well. He can usually find something entertaining in just about anything, and he likes to share his little ideas with his handler in full color detail.
Type: Fire-Lizard
Name: Aeris
Color: Green
Age: 9 Months (First Month, Turn 8 of Tenth Pass) (Mid-Winter)
Description: This little green is quite the luscious lady. Her size is average, but she is sleek in all the right areas and rounded in all the right areas. Her wings look delicate, but perfectly proportioned – and are strong enough to carry her on long glides. Her eyes carry a look to them that is both calm and sultry. Her stride when walking is an even saunter, and she flies with an effortless glide. Everything about her is graceful and beautiful – and oh does she know it. And flaunt it.
Her underbelly, fore-limbs, and the underside of her neck and tail are a vibrant, only slightly dark green – the color of thick, healthy grass. Wispy accents of a lighter yellow-green accent her form here and there on those areas. A smooth, much darker green covers the rest of her, looking as if someone had poured a dark liquid all down her spine and it was thickly dripping down. The darker green covers her back and the upper side of her neck and tail. It comes up between her headknobs and eyeridges, ending about halfway down her snout. Her feet are also covered in it to a varying degree, almost as if she had stepped into a shallow puddle of the darker color.
While she retains all the agility befitting her status as a green, she doesn’t often use it. She prefers to move in a slow, serpentine manner that is almost sensuous to the eye. While she has the ability to dart about and whirl out of the way of danger, she much prefers to glide her way along with smooth, steady movements. After all, what better way to admire her?
Personality: This green knows she’s beautiful, and is somewhat vain about it, but not in an overbearing manner. She has all the conceit of a queen, but without the pretension. She’s not one to force others to look at her, but she does show off for those who watch. In her mind, she’s so beautiful, why shouldn’t they look? And why shouldn’t she give them a very good look? Her sinuous movements are all carefully orchestrated to be as pleasing to the eye as possible, and she loves it when she can feel others’ regard on her. She works hard to make sure that she always looks good, for it is her thought that everyone is happier if they have something lovely to look at.
She’s actually a rather sweet personality, giving more to loving everything around her than anything else. She doesn’t disdain even the traditionally ugly – for everything isn’t quite as beautiful as her (at least, in her mind). She is, however, flirtatious to the max, and will flirt with just about anyone. She loves the males of all the draconic species, and will flirt with them especially. Not only other fire-lizards, but dragons and whers as well. She has an odd fascination with her larger cousins, though she adores her smaller brethren all the same. While she’ll flirt with most males, she’ll also playfully flirt with other females if she can. She doesn’t mean anything by it, but she loves it all in good fun. If she’s bored enough, she might even try to flirt with any of the twolegs that roam all about – they give treats, after all.
She’s definitely a snuggler, and her bonded is her most favorite cuddle-companion. Anything else bonded to Hers is a close second. She can be a little bit of a sneak, as well, finding out who her bonded might be interested in and making sure to cuddle up on that person especially. In this way, she’ll try to draw that person closer to her bonded, and will make a show of how well her bonded treats her – often flashing his face in the person’s mind to make sure they knew.
This one loves attention, and presents are a special treat. Anything pretty or shiny is loved and will likely be kept in a little treasure trove – reminiscent of the silly old dragon-tales from before-Pern. She thrives on compliments, and will preen for quite awhile after receiving one. She tends to ignore any sort of insults, as the being must simply have been mistaken when they said such things to her. All in all, she has a tendency to live in her own little world of beauty and cuddles and will rarely leave the serene peace of it.
The only thing that can effectively drag her out of her little world is someone trying to harm her bonded, or any of his other bondeds. An attack on her will simply be met with an affronted squeak, a flouncing flick of her tail, and a cold wisp of air as she pops between and away. But an attack against those she considers Hers…she will screech shrilly (hurting the person or people’s ears quite effectively) and attack them with every little bit of her. While no one would ever normally think her vicious, when she gets protective she will go into all-out catfight-mode. Tiny scratches and bites, wing-buffets and tail-slaps – she is no fighter, but she will do what she can to make her victims rue the day they ever sought to harm Hers.
