Mango
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Post by Mango on Jul 5, 2010 22:31:25 GMT -5
"Awww, but it smells icky!!!" a voice cut through all the chatter. The childish voice was quickly told off and pushed toward Lialla. A look of recognition crossed his face as he saw who he'd be working with. This could be slightly more fun since he...kinda knew someone.
"Hey sleepy head!" he called, his grin wide and friendly, not too entirely mischievous, "Why ain't ya sleeping now? They got you working with the fishies too?" He laughed as he approached her, more at his own apparent cleverness than at her or the situation they both were in.
In his accustomed place, Polo sat on the boy's shoulder. After the small episode with trying to get on the Sands for the clutch arrival, Polo and the boy had been inseparable. It was said the boy talked aloud to his imaginary friend even more than usual in his room. Luckily, he had no weyrmate to freak out. Especially since the talking was definitely of a private matter, It was like a husband and wife who feared a separation talking. There was talking of working things out and promises of undying love. It was an odd thing to hear coming from a 12-turn old boy speaking to his imaginary fire lizard.
Since the incident, he hadn't stopped smiling though. Even now, doing chores, he was smiling. Not that he really minded being around the "icky" smelling dock. He was a little boy. He could get dirty every day and not give a lick. He just wanted someone to tell him off or roll their eyes or threaten him to get his chores done. That's how he worked. It was how he had worked since he was young enough for enough conscious thought to find a way 'to work".
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Post by Mango on Jul 5, 2010 21:15:44 GMT -5
M'ma heard the cry of the boy and straightened up. He couldn't do much with the eggs, but if someone was hurt, he knew enough from his years to offer a hand. Or he could always help anyone with emotional trauma! He ambled out of the Sands to find a small little boy on his butt, staring in fear towards him- no towards the Sands in general. There was certainly nothing scary about his appearance, right? Heneth assured him that that could not possibly be so.
He would have ambled over to help the boy. He didn't seem hurt. Maybe just got scared. Some people did around dragons. But, if that was the case, they shouldn't be Candidates. Whatever the matter was, Tessarin was there now. He nodded gently and returned inside. If she needed help, he'd be nearby and she could call on him.
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"Polo..." the boy whispered, though it didn't seem to be an answer as he didn't turn to look at Tess at her touch. Cheko felt the firelizard go from his shoulder to his knee so that they were eye level. "Polo, don't leave me again. It wasn't nice!" No doubt, this was an odd sight for the Healer. The boy was just in his own mind. He had been very close to going into shock. Polo didn't leave unannounced. Certainly not like he had.
Cheko's mind began to ponder what had happened as he slowly returned to reality. As this occurred, he heard snippets of a female voice. kiddo....wrong? It was a very calming voice. Blinking away the tears that were in his eyes, he looked up at Tess, his green eyes staring at her inquisitively.
"Huh?" he asked, the usual grin slowly returning to his face. The rubbing on his shoulder felt good, "What are you doing here?" He honestly was confused. The back of his mind was still processing why Polo had disappeared but he wasn't sure why someone was hovering over him. He didn't realized that he had cried out and undoubtedly gathered some attention.
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Valee had been doing chores when the call came. Yes, still doing chores. She realized that it was taking her a long time. But the end results were always wonderful. And then she didn't have to worry about returning to do it again because of a shoddy job. When the call came, warning her to look, not touch, she decided she'd finish her task first.
After all, this would fill her with too much excitement to finish anything. Now, she came running, her curls bouncing with each step. In fact, all her round bits bounced a little. She was too excited to care. As she approached the Hatching Sands, she noticed a boy on the ground. She slowed as she past him. He was saying something. Polo? She shrugged. The Healer was there, right? She wasn't needed. She just wanted a look at those eggs.
She came sneaking onto the Sands and bowed low to Trith, who had just seemed to finish arranging the eggs all pretty. She was slightly out of breath, so she didn't speak, but instead bowed slightly too to the Weyrwoman. With the formalities out of the way, all she could do was stare in wonder at the eggs. A longing to touch them filled her, but she held it back. She didn't want to get in trouble.
She saw a few other Candidates seated nearby. Well, she assumed they were Candidates. She wasn't sure if she had seen any of them before. She had been too wrapped up in chores and disappointment to meet anyone, really. Well, no time like the present. Slowly, she walked towards them, not sure if any would want to talk.
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Post by Mango on Jul 5, 2010 14:22:40 GMT -5
Cheko stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a voice, arm still outstretched as he reached for the imaginary fire lizard. He turned to her, his accustomed grin on his face, nice and wide. As soon as he stopped and straightened up, he felt tiny little feet lend in his nest of messy blonde hair. The grin somehow widened on the boy's face as he tried to look up, no doubt confusing the other Candidate to no end.
"Hiya!" the boy chirped after he lifted his hand to his hair and detangled the firelizard. The whole act was a little ridiculous considering the firelizard was not seen by the girl. "Why ya sleepin'? Sleeping's boring!!!" He gave a giggle very reminiscent of the one the girl just uttered and stuck out his hand, the one not occupied by the invisible brown. "Name's Cheko and this is Polo! We just got here. Polo was runnin' away though. So, I had to make some noise, you know!" Hand still outstretched for a handshake, he gave a playful wink.
His eyes were shining. Someone who knew him would know that look anywhere. He was in a troublesome mood. His mind was turning with ideas of things to stir up some trouble and it shone in his eyes. Sharp people soon learned after a prank got pulled on them. And then they knew to stay away. For befriending the boy did nothing. He pulled tricks on everyone: friends, enemies, relatives, strangers. No one was safe. He even claimed to pull tricks on Polo. But Polo always retaliated. Much like he did today. But it worked to gain some attention. He was glad someone was around at least. It would be lame if the place was empty. No fun at all.
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Post by Mango on Jun 30, 2010 19:50:04 GMT -5
Player:Name: Mango Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information:AIM: iluvjinglebells Email: apm4r@virginia.edu Past RP Experience: I have never rped ever!!! ;p Character:Name: Valee Age: 18 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Weaver/Candidate Description: Valee could be called...well...round. Starting at the top and going to the bottom there are a lot of curves and circular shapes. Not too many sharp angles in the girl at all. Maybe once she's dressed, but still, not many. Her hair, a dark ebony, falls past her shoulders in thick ringlets. It tends to frizz near the top because of the humid climate, but she never seems too concerned as her slightly longer hair takes care of weighing down most of the frizz. At a younger age, her hair grew down to her butt. She found a need to cut it and keep it shorter after she kept sitting on it and occasionally picking it up in her weaving. The color, while dark, contains a few natural highlights of a dark brown. It looks natural and gives it nice dimension though. Her face, a feminine round shape, isn't what most would call "fat". Her cheeks are only slightly pinchable. She just lacks a prominent jawline or strong cheekbones. It's not necessarily an unattractive look. Just a little young. Her eyes, a dark amber color, are also large and round,rimmed with thick eye lashes. They are nice windows into her feelings. They are usually seen with a dreamy look about them. Her body shape is also not exactly "fat". She's certainly not a stick. As a chubby little girl, Valee had hit puberty and her fat had distributed evenly about her. She had a chest and a but, that was certain, but they looked very proportionate to her body. Her stomach isn't flat. It simply has a little poochy belly that could be compared to the depictions of the Terran Greek goddesses if they had ever been seen by anyone on Pern. Though growing during puberty had helped Valee get a more desirable shape than her pudgy childhood form, she is still not very tall. She hits just about 5'5". Her skin is slightly darker thanks to the Southern sunshine. She enjoys spending time outside after all, and Rukbat had lovingly touched her skin and developed it into the soft tan it constantly is today. Personality: Despite her almost child-like appearance, Valee is very mature. She doesn't like to play and mess around when there's work to be done. There was always plenty of time for that later. That was how she had always lived. She finished her work, prizing correctness over quickness, before going out to play. If you did it too quickly, after all, you had to go back and do it again. With this belief in mind, Valee was lucky to be gifted with extreme patience. She could move very slowly to accurately get a difficult stitch. She doesn't like to go back and do things over after all. She is a do-it-once type of girl rather than a perfectionist. But, she does admit, she can't stand shoddy work. Her parents simply wouldn't allow that. With people, she has slightly less patience. It's almost as if all her patience was run thin on her craft. She can be really friendly but if she finds a person who grates her nerves- whether it's a lazy slacker or just someone who boasts too much- she can snap easily. She tries not to hold grudges for too long but has found herself still getting a little too easily upset with repeat offenders. She does have a good variety of friends, though. They are the slightly more mature group but they still have a good time, playing games outside, swimming, enjoying normal activities young adults enjoy. IN her downtime, and while she's away from friends, Valee tends to daydream. Her daydreams are the one place she doesn't have to worry about getting her stitches right. But weaving is one thing she doesn't dream about. Instead, a lot of her dreams revolve around flying. Ever since she saw her first dragon, she's secretly desired one. This desire to reach the sky can be seen often in her eyes, even when she's being serious. History: Weavers Verim and Lela lived a very loving, but rigorous life. Lela was a born perfectionist. When she found out she was pregnant, she studied and prepared, wanting the perfect pregnancy. As Valee was born, Lela had to admit that she was enamored with the baby. The couple raised the girl as best as they can. They saw that she started weaving as soon as possible. They taught her that if you didn't do it right, do it again. And again and again. At a young age. Valee had already learned that her parents would not let her slack off. When she entered apprenticeship, she was always the slowest worker, but the one who turned out some of the best work for the younger apprentices. Her life was relatively normal. She spent her days weaving, getting better and only slightly faster. She made plenty of friends and some enemies (they were immature anyways). But she always contained a secret wish. In Southern Boll, there wasn't a Weyr too close by, but occasionally, they'd get dragon riders into the Hold. Valee was amazed by them. Everytime one was rumored to have come by, she would actually try and finish her work a little more quickly to go look at it. One day, she wished she could at least ride on one, at least once. Her wish was to eventually come true. A Search Dragon from Silver Cove Weyr had dropped by in search of Candidates for an upcoming Hatching. As per usual, she had rushed her work. This time, a little more than usual. Her mother would be upset if she saw. Valee was seventeen turns, almost old enough to walk the tables. She shouldn't be rushing work to see a dragon. Another would come another time. However, this time was her time. The blue Ropeteth saw potential in the girl and brought her to Stand for the Hatching. He soon grew ill and died like many of the others. Then, the Queen and her rider died, taking out many of the eggs with her. Valee's heart sunk. What if one of those eggs were hers? Despite this tragedy, she went to the new Weyr, hoping she might impress one of the remaining eggs. She did not. She watched as the dragonpairs walked off the Sands happily, fighting tears. She wanted this to be right the first time, like she was used to. Did this mean that she should go back? She thought long and hard and eventually decided to stay, promises of more eggs to come ringing in her ears. Fun Facts: Valee has a great ability to stand still for a long time. It comes from slowly getting her stitches exactly right. She also loves lying on her back and staring up at the sky. Bonded Critters:Type: Fire-Lizard Name: Yarn Color: Blue Age: Newly Hatched (First Month, Turn 8 of Tenth Pass) (Mid-Winter) Description: A little on the squat side, this fire-lizard is only a smidge under average size for his color. His wings are currently a little small, but they’ll eventually hit a spurt and grow to being long enough to sustain him on very long glides. His hide is a pale, pastel baby blue all over, lightening to almost-white along his headknobs, backridges, and wingtips. There are also some wispy almost-white striations running up his limbs and tail. His wing-sails are an even lighter blue than most of his hide, but still noticeably blue. He’ll probably always be a bit round and squat, as he’s not a very energetic fire-lizard. He will of course have his moments, but he is generally more prone to sitting around daydreaming or sunning on his back to watch the clouds. Even once his wings grow out, he will prefer to pop out of between and glide around than flap his way anywhere. His movements are almost always slow – though not overly so – as if he doesn’t really see any reason to rush. His motions are rather laconic, and will generally only be made if he has a specific reason to move; his only pointless motions will be the times he glides around daydreaming. He will, however, perk up for food and be a bit more sprightly when he thinks he’s going to be fed. Personality:Much like his coloring would suggest, this fire-lizard tends to have his head in the clouds. He’s somewhat “not all there” at times, and will often be seen dreamily staring off into space. His slow movements and dreamy expression will make him seem consistently sleepy, but his mind is usually just elsewhere. If she tries, his bonded will usually be able to peek in on his daydreams, which can range between serene and utterly silly. Favorite pastimes for this flit will be cloud-watching and daydreaming as he suns, followed very closely by eating and eventually gliding. He’s actually rather intelligent for his color, but this is tempered by the fact that he has a randomly bad memory. He will understand most tasks and orders given to him, but he’s not entirely reliable as he might forget what he was doing and drift off in a daydream instead. Trusting him with a letter or object is iffy, as he might accidentally leave it somewhere and forget where that was. He will remember when he’s told not to touch something, and will steer clear of it in the future. His memory for other people than his bonded is hit or miss, and it’s possible he might have forgotten someone today but will remember them tomorrow. He will know his broodparents and clutchsiblings instinctively, but his memory for other fire-lizards is just as bad. There isn’t a mean bone in this fire-lizard’s body. He’s very trusting, and will decide he loves most beings that don’t try to hurt him or His. He’s not an active snuggler, but he does like to curl up on or with anyone who wishes to cuddle up with him. If someone needs a hug and this flit is nearby, he is surprisingly perceptive to such emotions and without further ado will come over curl up on that person’s shoulder to provide said hug – often sharing a happy thought as well. If anything bonded to that person gets jealous, he rather obliviously will go and cuddle that creature as well for he has a hard time comprehending jealousy. He loves to share and will have little issue if his bonded has any other bondeds, mates, or children. In fact, he will just see them as more of his ‘fair’ and shower love on them as well. He’s not exactly a coward, but he is rather easily startled. Coupled with the fact that he’s not the most observant of beings, it’s rather easy to sneak up on him – by accident or for a lark. When startled, he will squawk and flail about in a flurry, doing his best to get away from whatever it was. He will often skitter away or cling to his bonded after that, wide-eyed and freaked out for a few minutes until he is convinced that it’s okay. …Or he forgets, whichever happens first. His one real fear is of thunderstorms, and he is a very big baby when it comes to them, whining and refusing to separate from His for any reason. His general lack of observational skills coupled with his tendency toward zoning out will make it rather common for him to run into things. His pudgier body protects him from most harm, and he will usually just hover there with a chirp of confusion until he works through what happened. This gentle, lovey-dovey boy has little ability to hold his own in a squabble, and will usually run away or retreat to clinging to his bonded if another being tries to start one (often snuggling up around her neck or hiding under her hair). When it comes to Flights, he will rarely try his luck; if he does, it will be out of curiosity. He’s not very showy or athletic, so his chances of winning are low. If he does manage to win, he’ll probably be insufferably happy for about a week before he forgets why. He has very little paternal instinct, but his love knows few bounds and he will happily play with any little ones whether they’re his or not (or even if they’re not fire-lizards at all). Rider Candidates: Dragon Color Preference: Female dragon. ^^ If there’s a gold, I’d love for Valee to be considered, but it’s whatever you feel is best. Rider's shortened name: N/A General info: RP Search: She’s there.Type: Dragon Name: Iveth Color: Green (87A96B)Age: Newly-Hatched (Mid-Summer) Hatching Info: 7th out of the Chai Egg, Tasseography Clutch, Trith’s by Jorguth. Telekinetic Rating: 89 Bonuses/Minuses: (Base Roll 74) + (Green +10) + (SECRET +5) Specialization: Strength BreakdownStrength: ? (? + 10) Precision: ? Endurance: ? Concentration: ? Description: The first thing one will notice about this green is the startling length of her wings. At first, her weak muscles will find it quite difficult to even lift them off the ground, instead being forced to drag them along like so much dead weight. Eventually her muscles will toughen enough that she will be able to hold them properly aloft, but in her down time it might not be uncommon to see her letting them gently rest against the floor. Relaxed moments might even find her letting them sprawl across her ledge to dangle over the sides. This darling green is a bit on the large side for her sisters, easily standing the height of some of the smaller blues in the clutch. As she grows, she will maintain quite a bit of her size, and her enormous wings will be a blessing to give her back a fair amount of that agility that greens are known for. While not exactly bulky or in any way overweight, this green will always have a rounder quality to her frame than some of the other females. Her size and shaping won’t bother her in the slightest, in fact giving her the advantage of being quite comfortable to cuddle with - reminiscent of the chubby, bubbly cook who always give the best hugs. Despite her rotund nature, there is a delicate quality to this dragon, helped along by the shy way that she moves. Much darker in color than her other sisters, her green hide is lightened here and there by a soft swirl of an almost-tan color. A few russet freckles dot along her shoulders and wings, as well as running up the angles of her face to clutter along her headknobs. Personality: Iveth is, quite possibly, one of the sweetest dragons one will ever meet. Though quite shy and rather quiet, she will always have a pleasant word or gesture for any who bespeak her. The eternal and unshakable optimist, she has a firm belief that everything will be okay, even if it isn’t right at that moment. Her kindness is, in part, an attempt to bring about that better world that exists in her mind’s eye, feeling that if it should start anywhere then it might as well start with her. A staunch believer that everyone is essentially good at heart, she can be a bit naive when it comes to the world. Thankfully, this doesn’t mean that she is unintelligent, just that her Rider is going to have to watch out for her a bit more. She trusts that everyone will keep their word as solidly as she would, and that no one would ever wish to harm another. When she finds evidence to contradict this, it upsets her quite a bit, and she will be quick to curl up with her bonded and seek an explanation - preferably a positive one. Even when she has been hurt by another, she will continue giving them her warm regard despite her own pain, and is quick to accept an apology and move on. Though her belief in the goodness of the world will be a bit trying to some, to many she will be that one being you’d like to talk to after a hard day, as even if the rest of the world seems to be against you, she will be there. Her infectious sense of peace and happiness will likely make her quite popular among more than just dragons, a veritable beacon of a draconic humanitarian. Fun Facts:Craftskills:Craft: Weaver Level of Proficiency: Apprentice Specialty: Detail-work Weakness: She's not the best constructor. She's more the type too add the embellishments on things.
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Post by Mango on Jun 30, 2010 17:36:54 GMT -5
M’ma grinned as the eggs began to come in. He leaned back slightly, hearing his back cracked and looked to his shoulder at Toto. “You go with Heneth now. I have to go help with the eggs.” Though M’ma couldn’t do much, he helped with some smaller eggs. As he helped, he looked over the Candidates. They’d soon be Weyrlings. Then they’d be under his thumb. He chuckled a bit at the thought. He saw a few of his current Weyrlings helping out and nodded.
They needed to have a Lesson soon, he thought to himself, nodding. They would probably be around a good age to start learning how to fly. The poor things hadn’t been able to have a proper lesson. With the trouble in Silver Cove Weyr, they had been shuffled around too much to be able to. He started thinking about what he needed to do to properly inspire them. They were all growing so beautifully.
--- Cheko blinked as a draconic voice popped into his head. He had heard a telepathic voice before so it didn’t frighten him but it had been a while since that had occurred. Eggs were arriving now? He looked to Polo, who was lazing about on the boy’s furs, and grinned widely. There was pretty much always a grin on the boy’s face.
He hadn’t been on the Hatching Sands of a Weyr since he was five turns. That fateful night had led him to get into a lot of trouble. But it also gave him Polo. For that, he was happy. The firelizard, though no one else could see, feel, or hear it, was his best friend. He almost never left Cheko’s side.
Now, that wasn’t going to change. “Come on, let’s go see the eggs!” the boy shouted to the flit, arm outstretched so the brown could climb on. Slowly, Polo stretched, yawning with a small chirp, and floated up to the boys arm, wrapping his tail around the boy’s arm gently. He couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. Cheko had him. He knew that His wanted a dragon though. But what would happen with their relationship?
Well, Polo would have thought that if he had been real. The idea of Polo thought of that in Cheko’s mind as Cheko dashed towards the Sands. The lanky boy didn’t stop until he reached the Sands. He saw dragons, both young and old, and whers. He took a step forward. His foot touched the Sands and he felt the warmth.
Suddenly, his heart started to race. His eyes widened and he frowned-something that the boy never did. He began to clutch at his shoulder, the shoulder that Polo would have sat upon and made strangled cries. A sudden fear was rising in him. He really didn’t want to be here. Polo didn’t want him to be here. Polo had gotten off his shoulder. Where was he? A full-fledged cry escaped his lips and he stumbled back, falling onto his butt and staring in fear at the Sands and the creatures upon it. Slowly, he felt Polo land back onto his head and a tear roll down his cheek.
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Post by Mango on Jun 28, 2010 22:42:59 GMT -5
Player name: Mango Character name: Cheko Are you alright with being left standing? Yes Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: Yes. I'll say around a 4. No death. I do love him! Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? He kinda already has it and I'm pretty sure shall experience it anyways, so Yes.
Player name: Mango Character name: Valee Are you alright with being left standing? Yes Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 4-5, I'm fine with her getting hurt, but I'd prefer if she didn't die or get injured so bad that she can't become a rider or be a weaver again. Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Sure
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Post by Mango on Jun 20, 2010 21:18:49 GMT -5
M’ma cursed his old bones. He had managed to fall asleep on such an exciting day. But that’s what happens when you get old, right? Even Heneth had dozed off. So don’t scold me, you overgrown firelizard he jested playfully with the green as he climbed upon her back. Once on, he tied his hair back into its accustomed ponytail and the older Green took to the sky.
Mine, you still look half-asleep. No one shall take you seriously. You’re Weyrling Master and they’ll just laugh at you, saying you look too unkempt. I’m almost embarrassed to be seen with you. Heneth joked, a loving undertone in her voice as she glided toward the Hatching Sand. The eggs and their entourage seemed to be just arriving.
The two landed almost effortlessly. They’ve had years of practice, but weakening joints lead to a much-less-beautiful landing than what Heneth could accomplish a few Turns ago. M’ma slid off, equally less-than-beautiful compared to earlier turns. He stretched his arms above his head, giving his face a couple of small slaps to make sure he was awake. Heneth was right, he didn’t look his best at this moment. But he was sure to look nicer for the gather and whenever he wasn’t awakened five minutes before he left. He saw a few other riders as he walked in, nodding his head to them. He hadn’t really spoken too much to H’seo or R’ior. He believed Reinth might have chased Heneth once, but it wasn’t the blue that had caught her. Now Heneth didn’t really rise all that often. Maybe every once in awhile, but not like most greens.
As he approached the other riders to see what they might be needed for, a screech came from the air and M’ma was nearly knocked onto his face by the blue firelizard that appeared from between and slammed into M’ma’s shoulder. He warbled with joy as His called out in surprise then, embarrassed, looked around at everyone in attendance with an apologetic look. The firelizard, though there was much mutual love, was a little too young and vivacious for him. It liked to swoop in and divebomb people. Even if the situation didn’t call for it. The blue, named Toto, glided back to M’ma and landed on his head, winding his long neck down to look at the Green rider and warble an apology. He was just being himself. And he knew His loved him. As did Heneth. He gave a small noise of love as he thought of the Green. If frielizards had a favorite color, green would definitely be his.
“Behave,” M’ma whispered, approaching R’ior once again, an apologetic smile on his face. “Sorry about that,” he said to the brown rider, looking back as Trith happily arranged the eggs how she saw fit, “You know what we need to do?”
(Cheko will come in a bit. I'm still getting into how he's going to react. This is my first time playing him going onto the Sands. He hasn't been on them since his incident. ;p)
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Post by Mango on Jun 15, 2010 12:53:34 GMT -5
Player: Name:Mango Are you 17+?: Yep Contact Information: AIM: Email:apm4r@virginia.edu Past RP Experience:Lots of every kind of rp
Character: Name:M’ma Age: 56 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Occupation: Wingrider/Weyrling Master Description: M’ma was once a strapping young dragonman- fit as a fiddle and not too bad to look at. In fact, he stayed that way even as he grew older. Sure, his long brown hair began to grow a bit speckled and gray but he certainly look distinguished in his lean body.
But certain things have to change. M’ma had been so careful about his diet, until people started getting sick. The stress was a lot for him. He watched the younger riders and their dragons fall one by one. And, soon, wrinkles began to form. Now his face has a gentle sag to it. The most prominent old feature is his laugh lines, grown from years and years of lots of smiling. He’s not necessarily ashamed of his wrinkles. He had had a long life so far with lots of events. He was bound to look old eventually. And he was certain that these wrinkles were a lot worse mentally.
Additional sags have also accumulated on his body. Though the muscles from years of dragon training are still present. But they aren’t visible through the soft layers of fat. He likes to joke that he’s beginning to look like an old mother, no doubt spawning the joke from his personality.
Though he’s gained a few sags and bags, his hair is still long and has retained some of the dark brown color from his youth. There are some gray sprinklings and a thinker gray streak or two, but the need to care about appearance has passed and he shows them off with pride. They are like a story of his life, right? Besides that, his hazel eyes still twinkle. You can see the life still in his older bones. He is quite to the slow-walker-needing-a-break-every-ten-minutes age after all. Personality: M’ma is very much on the feminine side of things in terms of emotions. He loves talking with others and sharing feelings. He has been known to get emotional and cry in front of others. Now, he wouldn’t burst in to high-pitched hysterics, but a man’s got to cry when a man’s got to cry. He has been known to ask the other riders about their feelings and try to get them to share.
So usually…he hangs out with females… Men don’t usually get him. Of course, that all doesn’t matter when Flightlust occurs. Then there’s no need for understanding. Just love. And M’ma is good at that when it comes to men. But being the woman that he is, he always tries to start something with the men after the lust has dissipated. It usually doesn’t work in his favor.
Despite this sexually-charged side of him, the biggest part of his personality is his mother hen tendencies. If he sees someone looking down, he has to rush to them, cuddle them up and ask them what is wrong. He is always willing to be the listening ear and the shoulder to cry on. Even when he isn’t wanted.
M’ma does know when to be serious. He has fought thread before and in times of necessity, he becomes hard and tough. In those times, he won’t take a lot of crap. He’s seen too many people get hurt and die for that. History:Moma was the son of a farmer and his wife- Amark and Molata. He was the sixth child and the third son, making for an even three and three. The couple were happy then and set all their children to work. They didn’t discriminate based on age or gender. However, as the turns passed, it was easy to see that Moma was different. Even their smallest girl, Marta, seemed more interested in farmwork than he did. Though Moma would do his chores, he did it with a daydreamy air about him. Like he was waiting for something better. His parents had news for him. They were in the middle of nowhere, things wouldn’t get much better.
At thirteen turns, Moma began to notice his difference as well. His brothers hooted and hollered about the girls that lived close by (well, the nearest thing to them). Moma, however, didn’t get that tingly feeling around any other the girls. He would recognize that they were pretty, but wouldn’t feel anything at all. Instead, he paid much more attention to boys. He found himself secretly thinking about them all the time. He frowned everytime he thought about it. What would everyone say when they discovered?
Two turns later, he travelled with his father and brothers to Tillek Hold to sell their wares. He was excited- it was his first trip to a Hold. It was a long journey, but well worth it. The bustle and new sights excited the boy. Maybe a bit too much. It was there that Moma met quite an attractive boy- Kelil. Kelil was 17 and worked on the docks. Moma loved the boy’s big muscles and carefree attitude. Kelil came to like Moma’s childlike innocence. So much so that he took it away. Not unwillingly, though. However, Moma was discovered by his father. Outraged at his son’s difference, Amark threatened to leave the boy there. He’d rather have one less son than a girly one. Luckily for them both, a search dragon was exploring the Hold that day for Fort Weyr. There wasto be a Hatching soon and the Weyr hadn’t gathered up enough Candidates for the Weyrwoman’s tastes.
J’rak, rider of Flouth, was a strong, burly man, a former Miner. Just the kind of man Amark wanted to see when he approached about Moma becoming a Candidate. Perhaps becoming a dragonrider would turn Moma into a strong man like J’rak. The man agreed and Moma went off with the rider, happy to be away from his small farm life. Moma did his chores and was a model Candidate. Anything that would help him stay away from the farm. He didn’t want to go back.
His feeling for men never waivered and as he Stood for the first time, every male dragon passed him by without a second glance. A few greens stopped to look. Why was such a male over with the men? He seemed much more suited to the girls in their opinion. But he was not Theirs, so they all supposed it didn’t matter. He left the Sands alone. When asked if he wanted to return to his former life, he begged them to let them stay. With such a model Candidate, they quickly agreed. Surely the boy would find his dragon. And the pair would hopefully be a wonderful addition to the Weyr.
Moma stood for every Hatching. Each Hatching, he stood closer and closer to the girl’s line. He tended to make friends with the girls better. Each time, though, his friends walked off the Sands with their dragon and he walked off alone. It took 5 Turns. As he reached 20, he mourned his age. The Candidate Master was telling him he was getting too old to be a Candidate. One more chance. That’s all he had. It was the clutch of a Jr. Queen. Gold Lorith of one of his greatest friends he had made at the Weyr, Maram. As he stood for his last chance, he cast a forlorn look up to friend. How would this time be different? She caught his glance and gave him a weak smile. The boy boy had always helped her through the trials and tribulations of being a Candidate and eventually of becoming a Jr. Queen. She had Impressed at Moma’s second Hatching and hated leaving him alone. She had still made time to visit him though, loving his advice and the way he listened and the two had still grown closer. She hoped he would stay. Even if he didn’t Impress today.
Her attention couldn’t stay on him for long though. Lorith demanded attention as the first crack was heard. A large egg close to Lorith was showing large lines. With a small amount of struggling, a Bronze leg popped out. A bronze! It was first! That was lucky. Moma hoped that that meant luck for him as well. There hadn’t been a single Bronze-first Hatching that he had Stood at these past 5 Turns. An egg quite close to that started shaking. The Bronze stood and watched the other egg, cleaning bits and pieces of egg shells off himself as he waited. The others could wait. This was his sibling. After minutes of silent anticipation, a crack formed on the second egg. A foot shot out and a cry of distress was heard. It was a sweet cry. It was calm, but concerned. The bronze waddled over and tried his best to assist his little green sister.
Once out, she looked up, eyes swirling with wonder and hunger. She left her Bronze brother and dashed for the area in between the boys and the girls. Someone was waiting for her. They had been waiting such a long time.
M’maMine! I know! You have been waiting for your Heneth for a long time. But you shouldn’t have despaired so. She was going to find you. SillyM’maMine! Now feed Heneth. She must eat!
Moma, now M’ma, was speechless. What was the voice in his head? Could it be? This little Green? This little, beautiful, wonderful jade-colored green was meant for him? He cried. Cried long and hard. He cried as they left the Sands and tears still ran down his cheeks as he fed the little Green.
They made a wonderful pair. Heneth was a wonderful, sweet dragon and the two got along well with each other and most of the other new Weyrlings and dragonets. Especially the helpful Bronze. They flew through Weyrling Lessons without too much trouble and at Heneth’s first flight, that very Bronze caught her. Life continued on normally for a rider. M’ma tried to help with everything that he could. Eventually, this extra work wore him down and he became sick.
Healers tried to come to his aid, but he still tried to work too much while under their care. They suggested a change in climate. He was promptly transferred to Southern Weyr. At Southern, he quickly recovered. Heneth and M’ma both enjoyed the sun and warmth of the Continent and soon made many new friends and allies. They stayed there for many, many Turns. It wasn’t until a new Weyr was formed in order to fight the oncoming Thread, Silver Cove Weyr, that he decided to move. The young Weyr needed an experienced rider. And at 53 Turns, he had more than enough experience. He transferred and helped the Weyr grow, helping the younger riders with any questions they had. Then, disease hit. M’ma watched as his new friends died one by one. He watched young, fresh riders go. He didn’t understand. They had so much to live for. He was old. Shouldn’t he get sick too? Soon, discussions were made to move. They couldn’t stay in this area. There was too much death from the grubs. M’ma shook his head. They had even lost the Weyrwoman. Why had he been able to fight it? He wasn’t quite sure, but he agreed to move with the rest of the Weyr. The new Weyrlings were young and would start over for them. The most he could do was provide guidance when it was needed. Fun Facts:In his younger years, M’ma occasionally would wear dresses. He liked the freeing sensation. He mostly did this in his own personal weyr though. Heneth enjoyed watching it, thinking Hers was quite funny indeed.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Dragon Name: Heneth Color: Green (399765) Age: 36 Description: Heneth is not a typical green in color. She has a deep jade to her hide. The color is quite calming to onlookers and she takes much pride in it. M’ma does a good job caring for it, oiling it so it stays healthy and bright. Though older, she is a good-looking dragon. Of course, no dragon is able to avoid scarring and this old gal has it. Thread score cover her hide as well as scars from flights and some early mistakes during Lessons. She thinks the color of her hide makes up for these minor flaws.
Her body is long and lean. Unlike her rider, she has gotten thinner as stress made her older. She has sinewy legs and is beginning to look slightly vein-y for a dragon. Her wings, which had always been small, have grown weary and she doesn’t tend to fly around flirtatiously anymore. Personality: Like her odd color, Heneth is odd in terms of personality. She flirted, yes. But it was considerably less than the greens around her. She was always much calmer, much more like a blue. She was often the calming factor in M’ma’s younger days. She is very friendly, but not to the hyper side of it. She will gladly talk to anyone, not specific to only her Mine. Like Hers, she likes to console people and offer advice. She claims that since she’s been around for a while, it only makes sense.
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Firelizard Name: Toto Color: Blue Age: 4 Description: Once he gets into the air, this flitter will be difficult to keep track of due to his incredibly light sky blue coloring. He practically disappears with a quick flick, making him fond of ambushing unsuspecting people and creatures. He’s a little easier to see from the top though, with a highly contrasting dark blue splotch covering much of his neck, upper shoulders and just over his eyes in a sort of mask, making him look very mischievous when looking at someone straight on. He is otherwise average in size and build for a blue, offering the typical agility of the smaller colors for when he decides to chase. A serpentine neck and long earknobs compliment the mask to complete his troublemaking appearance. He’ll often sit with his head tilted quizzically to the side almost like a subconscious tic, wings slightly spread for a quick launch from his current perch of choice. Very vocal, he’ll twitter and warble nearly all the time, probably louder than his bonded would really prefer
Personality: This flitter absolutely adores people. Anyone, everyone, he’s got to meet them all. Here’s where we meet a hitch though, as his favorite means of meeting people is to appear out of nowhere and ambush his intended prey, complete with a screech of welcome and (hopefully) scaring the living daylights out of said victim. If he succeeds, he’ll be properly apologetic -which is of course a ruse- to try and placate the injured party’s feelings. If he doesn’t succeed, he may try again, or he may simply enjoy meeting the new person without the need for surprise.
He enjoys being around his bonded, and he particularly enjoys the company of Hisgreen. When the three of them are together, he’s at his happiest. His attachment to Heneth spawns from a love of greens in general, the bigger the better. He’s been known to chase green dragons when they rise to Fly, though of course, he can never keep up. Needless to say, he’s likely to chase any green flitter rising with energy and excitement. Fun Facts: -Never one to be deterred from his desired reaction, this flitter may try time and again to surprise whoever has the unlucky fortune of being his chosen target.
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Post by Mango on Jun 14, 2010 21:15:21 GMT -5
I just thought I'd get this out there while I'm thinking about it. I'm heading out to Nashville the 24-28 to visit my boyfriend. In that time, I should be able to post a bit while he's doing things for his internship or if he decides to go out with his best friend one night (his best friend is on a short visit home from Iraq which is why I'm gonna be there, lol) but just in case I don't get to post too much, I just wanted to give you guys fair warning. ^__^
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Post by Mango on Jun 13, 2010 22:22:01 GMT -5
Who: Cheko/Polo. Open!!! What: Arrival Where: From the Bowl to the Candidate Barracks and beyond? Warnings: Cheko's a bit cray-cray
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The green rider from Telgar Weyr was beginning to see what the folks at Bitra were talking about. Maybe this boy was mildly crazy. She was regretting taking this volunteer spot altogether. She knew it was to help out a fellow Weyr that had fallen on some rough times, but this boy had been the only one she really saw with any potential so far. Though Bitra’s Candidates were usually snapped up early by Benden. Of course, this one wasn’t really wanted there. She hadn’t caught the whole story. Something about an encounter with a clutchsire that left him traumatized which led to….
“Look Polo! It’s been forever since we’ve ridden a dragon! Isn’t it great to go so high up….” The “fire lizard”. The poor green rider didn’t quite know what to do. The boy had been chattering to the thing the entire trip. She only got a short break as they went between . Usually, any talkers completely shut up after that. They’d usually get sick or nervous from their first trip. The only ones who usually got to experience before that were Weyrbrats, which this kid was. Most Weyrbrats stayed at their own Weyrs though….
But the boy was to have a second chance. She looked back at him, his shaggy blonde hair blowing in the wind. He had a huge grin on his face. He had it on his face ever since she first saw him. Even as some of the drudges had expressed their joy at his leaving right in front of him, he grinned right at them and ran up to the green dragon without fear. There were some head shaking as they took off. Shouldn’t that kid be afraid of dragons? He was almost killed by one. If that brown hadn’t been calmed by His, the kid would have been dead on the Sands.
His green eyes shone as he stared over the side of the dragon. There didn’t seem to be too many people going back and forth. He could see the Hatching Sands. Apparently, there would be a transfer clutch as no eggs sat on the Sands yet. Cheko, the boy who seemed to have the greenrider so frazzled, knew about transfer clutches and the like. Not that Benden had ever really needed any transfers. It was fine in that aspect. Thoughts of his former home, his neglectful father, and the events of the night he explored the Hatching Sands brought no negative thoughts. Even when his thoughts floated to his even more neglectful mother, he still kept on smiling. Absently, he reached up to the air above his shoulder. There, in the boy’s imagination, a brown fire lizard sat, tightly wrapped around his shoulder. He scratched the imaginary eyelids, feeling the dragon hide beneath him very vividly. It was like the hide of the creature he sat upon. If anyone were to reach out and try to touch the firelizard, though, he would simply fly away before they could reach him. Polo was very sensitive about those sort of things.
The rider and her passenger spiraled down, landing near the Sands. The Green landed slightly clumsily, not exactly used to the Southern terrain. She let out a small bugle, announcing that her rider had found a Candidate. And he’s an odd one…. she announced, always the one to be brutally honest. Though Cheko should have heard, he seemed to not notice as his small, slightly awkward frame jumped down from the back before even the rider. His dad’s blue was much bigger than this green so landing was pretty easy.
The rider sighed slightly, looking around. “Well, the Barracks are there. I suppose you can put your stuff down. I’m not really sure what the order around here is. Perhaps find someone you can check in with. I….need to get going.” She looked anxious to leave, not even dismounting her dragon. Cheko looked up at her, hair falling into his face and distorting his vision, though he didn’t brush it off.
Suddenly, he jolted to attention. “Polo! Come back!” He turned and bolted, leaving the rider sitting on her dragon with a look of utter confusion on her face. How could anyone be so delusional? She watched the boy run into a Barrack. Sighing again, her and her green lifted up into the air and ascended as quickly as possible. Soon, they had blinked between and were gone. Hopefully, never to return and see that boy.
Cheko didn’t care that he had left the rider behind without thanking her or telling her goodbye. She looked at him like the rest did. They didn’t understand. Polo was real. He could feel the flitt’s claws on his shoulder. He had just felt a wind stir his hair as the brown took off to explore. Polo liked to explore. Well, Cheko liked it too. Grinning, Cheko ran as fast as he could, dashing into the Barracks.
“Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” he called as he ran through the hall, hoping to gain someone’s attention quickly. “Shells, Polo! Wait up!” He was new here. Some off-color language coming from such a small boy always gained him a first impression. People usually reacted somehow he first few times then stopped once they realized he liked the attention. Being in a new place, though, kept it fun. He was just used to cursing now anyways.
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Post by Mango on Jun 11, 2010 13:00:26 GMT -5
Player:Name: Mango Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: AIM:Email:am4r@virginia.edu Past RP Experience:I’ve been rping for……God knows how long. 6 years? Something like that. It’s been a little while because of school, but once I get in the swing of things, I should be good. I won’t post anything unless I’m happy with the length or desperate, haha. My most recent roleplays were on Dalibor. Character:Name: Cheko Age: 12 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Too young to really care. Most likely heterosexual Occupation: Candidate Description: Cheko could easily be described as… a little scarecrow. He’s not that tall, only about 4’ 5”, and he’s very small and scrawny, weighing in at about 70 pounds. He’s the type of kid that can eat whatever he wants and have it all burn into energy. If you see him without a shirt, his ribs can be seen ever so slightly, even though he has never faced real hunger. His arms didn’t seem to get the memo, however, that the rest of the body was going to be small and short and are a bit longer than what looks natural on his body. Everyone says he’ll grow into them. His hair is shaggy and straw colored. It is often falling in his face or being swept to and fro from the wind. He refuses to let scissors come near it though, so it is to be expected. He mainly keeps it long because people want it short. As long as he can brush it out of his bluish-green eyes, he’s fine. His eyes, when seen through his hair convey his glee and mischievous ways. His face is often dotted with freckles and his cheeks are often rosy, two things he’s not fond of. But he usually doesn’t let it bother him. If people coo about how cute he is, he can always just play a practical joke on them later. His clothing is often mismatched in every possible way. His usual ensemble consists of a hand-me-down shirt that is at least three sizes too big. It will often hang off one shoulder, revealing how skinny and bony he is. This is paired with a vest that should become a hand-me-down for a seven-turn old. It is buttoned over the shirt, causing the shirt to bust out of the arm holes. One of the buttons on the vest is missing, leaving an awkward hole in the middle of his chest. The pants do fit him, but have plenty of patches due to all his falls and fights. They are tucked into tightly laced boots. The effect of the different sized clothing creates a very scarecrow/awkward effect that just adds to his overall appearance. Personality: Cheko is…cheeky to put it simply. He is rife with boyish attitude and enjoys every second of it. Whether he is running around or playing a practical joke, there is usually a huge grin plastered on his face. He is rarely seen not smiling which makes it hard to tell when he’s up to something. Cheko is very imaginative which is how he’s able to be so convincing about his imaginary fire lizard. This also helps with coming up with ways to cause chaos or at least a little mischief. Since he’s so imaginative and can come up with all these ideas, it leads to him having problems with taking orders. He’s rebellious to everyone, but in a leader-ly way. He’s able to give the orders, but not take them. While he doesn’t respond well to authority, he tries not to be rude. He’s simply young and wants to do his own thing. He’s not one to pout or throw a temper tantrum. He’s more of a “get even” sort of kid. Behind all this glee and mischief, there’s a slightly darker side. Cheko grew up very lonely. He started all this mischief out of need for attention. The more attention he got, the more fun misbehaving became. Now he does is simply because he loves it- he feels as if he’s able to do anything he wants. History: Cheko’s birth was definitely accidental. The young, newly graduated blue rider, C’lo, was stretching his new-found freedom and went to visit Bitra Hold. It was there when he met the young, 15-turn old Heka who felt she was a little older than everyone else thought she was. When the big, impressive dragonrider showed interest in her, she set out to prove that she was a big girl. And that is how Cheko came about. Though Heka was close to getting rid of Cheko before he was born, she was convinced to have him. The minute he was old enough, though, she handed him off to C’lo, demanding he be kept at the Weyr. C’lo handed him off to the Lower Caverns and visited occasionally. And for awhile, Cheko grew up like any Weyrbrat. As soon as he could walk, he began to act up. He would fall on purpose and scream until he got attention. He would throw his food or purposefully make a mess after someone had just cleaned. It received the desired effect. At five turns, however, no matter how he acted up, it got significantly less attention. There were more and more teenagers arriving at the Weyr and there was a buzz going around- there was going to be a Hatching. Though Cheko didn’t quite understand this, he learned that most of the excitement was happening at the hot Sands that he wasn’t supposed to go near. Well, that was silly. He wanted to go there. He watched one day as the eager Candidates went to Touch the eggs that were now hard on the Sands. Now, why could they go? He waited until later that evening and walked confidently to the Sands. He peeked his head around into the Cavern. There was a big gold-looking dragon that seemed sleepy. Living in a Weyr, he wasn’t very much afraid of dragons and so he strode right in. The Gold didn’t seem to notice so he walked toward the closest egg, a smallish one with brown swirls in its shell. He reached out a hand and touched it. It felt so cool and warm at the same time. A grin broke out onto his face and put his other hand on it and then pushed his whole body against it. The he felt it move. He jumped off to see it tilt and hit into the one very closely behind it. “Shards” he said, uttering his first curse word at the tender age of five turns. The disturbance of her eggs, coupled with the audible curse, brought the Queen to full attention. She let out a roar but before she could get up, the clutch sire, a brown called Poloth with a deep muddy hide and patches of taupe on his body, swooped down, roaring at the boy. Luckily, both clutch parents were restrained mentally by their riders as both crecheworkers and an extremely angry C’lo arrived to usher the boy off the Sands. Neither of the eggs, luckily, were harmed…as well as Cheko knew at least. The next day, arrangements were being made for Cheko to return to his mother, someone Cheko had barely ever met. He was a little preoccupied though. He began sitting next to the fireplace at all times. He refused to move. He would only leave for a little while to get food and return there to eat it. He even slept curled up on the warm stone. The day he was supposed to leave, he ran to the kitchen urgently, shouting how he needed some “sharding meat”. He took the meat and eagerly returned to the fireplace. That’s when Polo was born. The little firelizard looked an awful lot like the clutch sire that had been on the Sands that night. As more and more learned of the imaginary fire lizard, they grew concerned that the boy was traumatized by the brown. But Cheko loved the “firelizard” and waved at everyone, especially the upset brown, as Hogarth took off with C’lo, Cheko, and a brown firelizard that only one boy could see. At Bitra Hold, Cheko received even less supervision. Heka really wanted nothing to do with her son and often pushed him off onto others while she did what she wanted, having gained no maturity in those five turns. It didn’t take long for Cheko to rally up his own group of mischief makers- The Knights of Polo. Though none of the other kids could see the fire lizard, they thought all of Cheko’s schemes were great fun and when Cheko blamed Polo, none of them usually got any blame. This went on for many turns. As Cheko grew, his vocabulary grew as well. He had one of the foulest mouths in the Hold, but usually only did it to elicit a reaction. When that started to wear off, Cheko discovered another fun trick- alcohol. At ten turns, Cheko tasted his first sip of wine…and his second, and third, etc. At ten, Cheko got raging drunk, running around and creating such a mess of everything, the Lord Holder was close to killing him. However, he was just threatened. He got negative attention for fortnights afterwards. It was the greatest feeling Cheko had ever had. He lived there for a little while longer. He was Candidate age, well, young Candidate, now. Benden Weyr, however, would not allow him to even Stand. They saw his behavior had not yet improved. He even still had the silly imaginary firelizard. No, he could rot in Bitra for all they cared. Luckily for Cheko(and Bitra), a dragon looking to help out a new, moved Weyr with new candidates came by. The rider and her green were warned, but the green insisted that they bring the boy to Cerulean. He had potential. They didn’t know what they were getting into. Fun Facts: Cheko is not necessarily insane and hates it when people tell him Polo isn’t real. They are obviously just ignorant. Bonded Critter(s):Type: Firelizard Name:Polo Color: Brown Age: 7 Turns Description: Though Polo cannot be seen by anyone other than Cheko, due to the fact that he’s imaginary, Cheko’s vision for him is fairly vivid and it never waivers except for his size in the early turns, though the little boy was just describing the firelizard as growing up. Now that the “brown” is fully grown, he is a fairly average size for a brown firelizard. He is just skirting being 2 feet long. The only thing that Cheko says is out of proportion is Polo’s wings which are slightly large. Cheko used to comment with a laugh that it tripped the flit up occasionally and it would be a comical sight. (Too bad no one else could see it.) The firelizard, Cheko happily reports, has gotten used to his large wings and is now an adept flier. He hopes to chase a female soon. His coloration is a deep mud sort of brown. The color is fairly even throughout except for a few light patches that could be described as a taupe. There is a small patch on the left side of his nose and on the tip of his tail. His underbelly is mostly taupe as well. Personality: For an imaginary creature, Polo certainly has a lot of personality. He loves being in on Cheko’s schemes and will “help him out”. To Cheko, he helps a lot, but being imaginary, he doesn’t ever do anything. He is fiercely loyal to Cheko as well. This, Cheko will explain, is a big reason why no one ever feels him- because he is usually sitting on Cheko’s shoulder. The brown tends to be a scapegoat for Cheko often. He doesn’t mind taking the blame for Cheko’s shenanigans for he finds it great fun and frankly…he doesn’t exist so Cheko is able to decide that Polo is fine with taking the blame. Fun Facts: none that I can think of…he’s imaginary if you haven’t gotten that yet, haha. Corydora BlueName: Peth Description – 05026B– This big blue is definitely on the bulky side. His head appears to be almost comically too large for his body and sits on a thick, short neck, but this is mostly caused by the over-large jaw he sports, complete with thick teeth that are needle-sharp. Thick-browed and wicked looking, this dragon looks like one of the most vicious, angry brutes a person could encounter. His wings are a bit on the small side, and to all outward appearances he somewhat resembles a Wher, up to and including some slight body shape differences that will likely make him as agile on the ground as his smaller cousins. Luckily, his flight is strong and sure, belying his stumpy look. His bulk makes him less agile than other, thinner blues, but his size and strength will give him a tremendous endurance boost. His coloration is comprised mainly of dark, mottled shades of blue – a combination that will guarantee that he can all but vanish in a nighttime sky. This color lays over the entirety of his body, save for a slash of more saturated, cerulean blue that goes diagonally across his awkward face, climbing and engulfing one of his thick, short headknobs. A similar slash crosses his left hindquarter, but it will likely not detract from his blending in qualities. If anything, despite the ungainly tank look of this dragon, he is stealthier than most, using his ease of movement on the ground well. Personality – In sharp contrast to his terrifying appearance, there is no sweeter creature than this dragon. Friendly, loving, and gentle, he only wants to be liked by everyone, seeking friendship and new companions among dragons and humans alike. As if oblivious to his looks, this big, blue sweetheart will bounce like a cute Weyrling up to new people and dragons, only to be hurt and confused if the object of his attention decides to shun him. His unfortunate shaping is likely to give him many rejections though, as dragons are uncomfortably reminded of their relationship to their smaller, flightless Wher cousins when looking at him. When rejected by someone, he will unerringly return to his bonded, seeking solace from the hurts of the world. He’s not unintelligent, but he lacks a good deal of common sense, unable to put two and two together to get four. Instead, he puts two and two together to get…pie. He easily jumps to radical conclusions that are usually wrong, but they tend to be good-natured conclusions rather than casting a negative light on the situation – any situation – without further investigation. Craftskills:Craft: No one would take him in to learn anything, so trouble making? Level of Proficiency: Very Adept Specialty: Offending women and causing chaos Weakness:Being calm?
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