Post by midnight on Jun 19, 2009 19:26:45 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Meagen
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Meagen to start things off, seems rather tomboyish. She learned that if you acted like the guys, it tended to keep you out of a lot of trouble. It did cause SOME problems, but it tended to keep most of the males away from you. Cause, if you didn't look like a pretty girl, why even bother touching her?
Standing at 5'6'' she's neither tall nor short. She is just average in a lot of ways. She has nothing extraordinary about her figure, with the exception it's not very feminine. She truly has a tomboys figure. But that happens when you spend most of your time running away from people. Running is what she's good at, besides for the fighting that Mikail and Crystoph taught her.
Meagen has a rather long limbed looking figure. Her legs are long, and have a messengers formation to them. She knows how to run, and fast at that. Her female figure is really lacking, but she doesn't completely lack for one. She has a 'Harper's' fingers, as some would call. Long and well calloused, as if she played instruments a lot. Which she doesn't, she just plays with knives a lot.
Meagen is possessing of a very pretty face actually, well that's all in the eye of the beholder. To most she is rather attractive, and she did her best to hide this. This is made evident by the styling of her hair. Her hair is straight, and hard to manage at times, but she always has a veil of it that covers her features. Her bangs are chin length, while the rest of her hair is cut messily into longer layers towards her shoulderblades. When put in a runners-tail her hair tends to poof out a little. The fine hair attaining a life of it's own in humidity of any sort.
Her hair is a soft earthy brown, just a plain brown with not much to it. It does have some highlights, of a lighter more golden tone, but nothing that overpowers the soft earthy brown that is her hair. Her eyes follow this same pattern, being a very soft brown with lighter highlighted parts. These are set in nearly cat shaped eyes, that drag up at the corners a little, giving her a slightly odd look to some people.
Meagen attained a set of scars, during a green flight. These scars run from just under her eyes, all the way down to her chin. Skipping her lips. They are ten lines running straight down her face. Slightly pink now, and only a little stiff. They make it hard for her to do anything but smile. It aches a little when she does.
Personality:
Meagen is a very responsible young woman. Even when she was in Benden, she tried to make sure that she got done what needed to be done. She was given a task and she did it, the only exceptions where going to Riders rooms. She didn't feel the need to subjugate herself and be in a Benden Riders Weyr. She is very firm in that standing, that sexual interactions should have some sort of true emotion behind it, not fear.
She is rather stubborn when it comes to her beliefs. You give her a task, and she will see it through with all the stubbornness she has. More oft to naught she has completed her tasks through this force of will alone.
She is very protective of smaller females, and those that need protecting. She feels she can at least do this little help, as no one really did it for her. With the exception of Crystoph and Mikail, but they couldn't always be around. So because of this nature, if she is put in charge of caring for a child, she will guard it till she dies if the need is to be had.
She is very cheerful, almost fake like at times. She puts on this cheerful face, because being somber does one no good. A smile can do many things, and that's make others feel better. She doesn't let her past drag her down, and she will push herself forward to excel at making others happier.
She has a habit of being a little bit of a neat freak, things have to have order and place around her, just not herself. She does this because it's a habit, and habits are safe. Safety is something she rarely had when she was in Benden. It was often rumored that Crystoph and Mikail where more then 'brothers' to her. Which she vehemently denied.
Meagen is a very strict girl when it comes to following orders. She'll follow them to the 'T' and she will do her best to make sure the task is accomplished. BUT if you put her in a position of leadership, she will strive to work her hardest to make sure things thrive. Because of the way that Mikail and Crystoph treated her, she was allowed to be herself around at least a few people. Making her personality not become warped from Benden's ways.
Meagen is also very good at vanishing. If she wants to not be seen, she has ways of just completely disappearing. Quiet time is important to her.
If there is a stressful situation unfolding the girl steps up and works hard. After she fixed her mind a bit from the shit that D'mian did, she made it a point to work harder then ever. Now, since things have changed in her mind a little, if a stressful situation comes, she steps up to the plate very quickly. She knows how to fight and she knows how to lead. Good at strategies, she will use that mentality to get done what needs to be done.
She wants someone proud of her more then anything, she no longer wants to be just another statistic. She wants to be known for what she can do, and how she does it. A smart girl, and a warm heart. She will defend her Weyr with her life.
Though she has healed immensely, and doesn't dwell on her past too much - the girl is still insecure. During a Green flight, some Riders made comments. These comments stuck with the girl, like a horror. It was an accident that she was there, but their words hurt her so much. Secretly she is insecure about her looks.
History:
Meagen being born the daughter of Green Rider Mealana and Blue Rider K'gen, was one of many children to come. As she grew up she found the best way to stay out of trouble, was to be invisible. She managed to keep out of a lot of trouble, and managed to also not get in a lot of fights. She stuck to the kitchens a lot, and helped out there with chores.
As she grew she found that she steadily became friends with two males of the weyr. Crystoph and Mikail, they where a turn or so her seniors but that didn't matter much to her. She romped around with the only males that seemed to actually be nice to her. This got a lot of word going around about her, but she ignored it. She used her time with them to her advantage, learning how to fight through them.
She managed to avoid Riders beds easily. If she pretended to be ill, most would leave her alone. She wasn't exactly a woman at thirteen, but that's when they started on her. It's also when she was put unto the sands to be a candidate. She spent her time between candidate chores, her 'brothers', and learning more ways to keep herself safe.
This lasted for four turns after she was put on the sands. At Seventeen Turns of age, she couldn't run any longer. A male Bronzerider by name of D'mian, managed to get her cornered. No matter how hard she fought, it didn't matter. He raped her in the end, and because of it she was found broken and actually near death by Mikail. He is the one that took her to the infirmary.
Meagen remained a candidate, and as the Siege of Selenita's grew nearer, she began to worry. Something just wasn't quite sitting right with her. Like the Twins, she had been worried to hear that two prominent figures in her life where chosen for it. Why though? She wondered this, and did her best to keep herself up with all her candidate lessons and needs. She avoided male riders like the plague, and only stayed around Crystoph and Mikail.
She spent Two turns overcoming this trauma. So many things seemed to go wrong. She plotted and hoped, waited and planned, all for a way to escape and be 'safe'.
Eventually there was word that something was going to happen. Crystoph and Mikail's parents had been chosen for the Siege of Selenitas. This made the girl wonder, but she said nothing. She just waited.
That's when it happened, the Siege, and she was grabbed and taken off with the twins and Dia. They took runners, and then hide in a fishing hold. She worked to help pay off their expenses for the trip. Working in the galley of the ship was much easier then anything she had done before, she had no worries any longer.
They arrived at Blossom Hold and they started integrating almost instantly. She still wanted to be around dragons, but focused on working on making a life from herself. She knew that something was going on with the twins, and when she found the note she was FURIOUS. They had left without her, they where not the only ones that could have gone.
Dia was easily finding her place amongst those in the hold, but Meagen was not. She didn't even find herself being very interested in the Dolphin Hall, the place that she had been left with Dia. She wanted Dragons, not Dolphins. She wanted to fly, not swim.
She got taken to the Weyr and made a candidate. Things seemed to go rather odd for awhile. She admitted her emotions to M'kai and things have been a little odd since then. She started getting calmer, and was removed from candidacy. Due to what happened to her at Benden. She works with the MindHealer to regain her candidacy.
Her and M'kai seem to be getting things going, but in an odd way. She loves the man with all her heart, as much as she loves her fluffy little cat Gojii. M'kai is her heart... and she'd die to protect him.
Selenitas was attacked! The young woman found a part of her she never knew existed. She was strong and forthright, she was complimented by a Rider on her thinking. In the middle of the chaos she realized a lot of things. Then weeks of thinking afterwards, were what brought the girl to the point she's at now.
She found herself at a mandyr hatching, and got Blue Clingy. Then she found herself with two eggs at the Gather. Hatching into Blue Firelizard Drop, and her Tunnelsnake Ka.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only):
Queen Only? (Females Only): If you seem to think that my character would be good for one, then yes I would say queen only. But she may be compatible with other dragon/wher types as well.
Desired Dragon Color: Whatever you deem is to be fitting.Dragon, Wher, or both?: Both(if you need her)
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Something Wicked Blue
Name:
Impressed to: Meagen
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue 003366
Age: Hatchling
The house of mirrors is your place of play
Ten thousand faces driving you insane
A carnival of hate crawling through your mind
A gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed
Appearance: Just as with some of his clutchsiblings, this blue lacks a frill, but his cluster of hardened spines are so numerous that there is virtually no space between them, leaving him to look as if he has his 'frill' permanently flared rather than an array of spikes. His head is most definitely wedge-shaped, and his eyes are a curious upward crescent, giving them something of a mysterious edge. The tines around his neck, like those just behind his head, form a perfect ring of protection, though a smaller one. While he's pretty average in length for a blue, his body is thick - even plump.
This blue's thin wings will never be of much use to him, and he mostly employs them to express himself rather than to aid with balance or glide. His hide, at first glance, seems to be a solid, rich blue - the hue of the night sky a candlemark after full sunset. When healthy, his hide gleams so that you truly can see your reflection in it. If anyone was to try, however, they'd note that part of his glimmer are thin, nearly invisible lines of pale silver, forming sharp angles but otherwise random in their distribution. These lines break up any reflection into a million pieces. The fine silver hue dominates his wings, though the ribs are the same dark blue as the rest of his hide.
Personality: If there ever was a creature who epitomized the saying 'all bark and no bite', this salamandyr is it. While his speech is somewhat limited, almost to the point of being difficult to follow, the emotion behind it is all too clearly antagonistic. And if that weren't enough to make it clear that he's threatening to tear you into little pieces, his little puffed chest as he comes up onto his hind legs and hisses should be enough to get the point across. Never one to pass up the chance to exchange insults, if another salamandyr (or flitter, or any other creature, really) gets physically aggressive he immediately backs down and bows and scrapes - though that doesn't mean he won't get off a parting shot when he hightails it out of there.
This little guy packs quite the emotional punch for His, and unfortunately bonds closely enough that his emotions will take effort to learn to ignore. Part of this is the fact that he very much adores his bonded, and will defend his territory quite loudly (until the threat of violence makes him cringe.) The blue tends to posture for green salamandyrs, showing himself off as the 'tough guy', and should he ever win a mate, he'll likely defend her just as jealously as he does His. Perhaps unfortunately, though, the blue has an insanely strong fear of avians and tunnelsnakes that will send him into screaming fits as he tries to burrow into His to get away, and this fear extends to those clutchsiblings that resemble these tunnelsnakes.
Name: Drop
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue #120A8F
Species: Firelizard
Looks To: Meagan
Written by: Neeuqtar
Physical Description: The first thing anyone will ever notice about this blue is that he is BIG. Unlike most fire-lizards, which are delicately boned and almost sculpted-looking, this particular draconid is rough-featured, with heavy bone structure and a wingspan that rivals browns and even some small bronzes. If he were a runner, there is no doubt that he would be a draft. His face is very square, with deep-set, vacant-looking eyes and a mouth that turns up just slightly into what appears to be a constant, vacuous grin. Like a draft runner, this blue is built with a compact, cresting neck with a well-muscled topline; the join of his neck overshadows his shoulders and his spine is visible only as an indent in his back running the length of his large body. Deep in the chest, this blue has incredible breath support and has not only an impressive flame, but a very impressive voice – one he reserves for crying madly when his minething somehow vanishes from sight, or for squeaking off-key whenever anyone is attempting to sing.
His massive, hard, and impossible-to-trim black talons jut out from relatively short toes, a fact which would make him good at fending for himself if he had any idea of what hunting was. Instead, they just constantly hook on everything, and Faranth forbid that you ever startle him awake – it will mean rake-marks on anything he’s sleeping on as he scrambles to his feet and trundles into the air. Awkward at best in flight, this blue has absolutely zero agility. His banking is more likely to get him side-slipping through the air into things, with an uncanny ability to go hurtling into unsuspecting bystanders, whether they be in flight or innocently standing around. Though he might (definitely) be huge, awkward, and ungainly, at least he’s a pretty color. His base color is a brilliant ultramarine, deep blue with a hint of violet to it. A blaze of lavender on his nose and a matching rough diamond on his chest add a little interest, while his belly and the underside of his tail and wings shade into a violet-blue just a touch lighter than the rest of his body.
Personality: Always eager to please, this blue tries hard to be a good fire-lizard. He just has the failing of being incredibly stupid. While patient training may get him to learn such simple commands as “get it!” (as in something you throw and he can follow) or “lie down,” he will never be capable of such feats of training as tricks or messenger running. He will stare up at his minething with utter focus and complete lack of understanding, and wait for her to do something that he understands – like throwing a twig for him to fetch or giving him a treat. Almost like a canine, he wiggles the tips of his tail back and forth when he is trying to understand, somewhat like a “please like me” plea. And don’t even talk about between! Though he has an uncanny ability not to get stuck between, he never ends up recalling the right destination – when he manages to recall that he can jump between at all!! He is possibly the only fire-lizard that can ever be locked in a room or a cage… in his freaking out from being away from his minething, he’ll never manage to remember how to go between or even figure out how to escape by normal means.
This blue, while absolutely adoring of everyone that feeds him and plays with him, is willing to stay behind and laze about in a room while his minething goes about her daily business. He’ll cry a little when she leaves, sure, but then he’ll find some way to amuse himself – and she can be sure it won’t involve teleportation at all! Chances are that this fire-lizard will just roam about the quarters he’s given, putting his nose in everything and sleeping on his minething’s pillow. However, if she takes him--! Happy days! This blue will be absolutely delighted to be out and about with his person, being obnoxiously happy and constantly coming back from his short flying roams to snuffle at his minething and lick her with his long and slobbery tongue. Eventually he’ll settle down and just fly (or hop along on the ground, if the mood strikes him) next to her, jaw gaping open to keep cool as he cheerfully views the world. If his person ever gets mad at him, he will be absolutely crestfallen and mope around until she makes happy noises again, in which case he will become completely and utterly delighted with everything in life once again.
Name: Ka
Age: Hatchling
Color: N/A
Species: Tunnelsnake
Looks to: Meagan (sort of)
Written by: Neeuqtar
Physical Description: Tunnelsnakes come in a range of appearances, being actually countless species lumped together under one heading. This particular tunnelsnake clearly comes from a different area than Selenitas Weyr, for its type has definitely never been seen before around the area. Most of the time, this ‘snake looks incredibly ugly. Its blunt muzzle is roughly triangle-shaped, with the tip flared upwards. Mottled brown-and-grey patterning runs down its body, with long, leaf-shaped scales covering its back in a double row. Like all native Pernese creatures, it has three sets of limbs. All three are near its head. Two sets are like extreme pincers, clearly intended to mangle – and it is a scavenger. The other set looks like forelimbs, perhaps to hold the body up while it feeds. When scared, the “leaves” on its back flip over and flare outwards, revealing that the hide on its back is completely scarlet, and that the underside of those scales are false eyes, black at the center and rimmed with red, yellow, and orange.
Personality: While most tunnelsnakes are fearful prey or vicious predators, this tunnelsnake seems to have taken a different route – perhaps due to being handled for so long as an egg by humans, and hatching near people. Completely piteous, this creature skulks about and clearly is not at home in the Selenitas jungle. It only eats dead meat, preferably dried, and absolutely hates the wet. It is far more at home on dry sand than the soggy floor of the jungle, and will have to be tended to survive. When things attack it, it immediately flares out its false eyes, wiggling them in the vain hope that creatures will run off and leave it alone – hard to convince a feline you’re scary when you are only two feet long and reek of tunnelsnake.
Chocolate Fudge Brownie Green
Name: Tarath (from “Tara” meaning “star”)
Age: newly hatched
Color Code: 00FFCC
Impresses to: Meagen
Appearance: Beautiful, delicate, and dainty, Tarath is the epitome of what a green should be in frame. She is just on the smaller side of average for greens, so light in frame that it looks like a good breeze could blow her over. Really, that might not be inaccurate. Tarath’s wings are proportionate for her length, and no part of her body looks incredibly out of the ordinary. In fact, compared to her clutchmates, she is eerily normal. Her ridges are not very prominent, save for the ones over her eyes, and she is just thoroughly unremarkable… save for looking just a bit whispy, as though she always need a good meal or five.
Her hide is a pure shade of light teal from head to tailtip, the texture so smooth and flawless that it looks almost like a silk suit fitted tightly over the dragon’s body. Those who stare at her hide will probably be quite envious... and with good reason! Around the base of her neck is a series of tiny white dots, culminating in a starburst pattern on her chest to make the pendant on her ‘necklace.’ Atop her head, her ridges are a pale green near to white to form a ‘crown,’ and one of her nostrils is marked by the tiniest blemish of a white spot. Her coloration speaks of royalty and fineness, everything beautiful and good.
Tarath is… graceful, no matter what medium she is travelling in or on. She seems to float everywhere, dancing on the air and on the ground with a lightness of foot that will make nearly every other dragon envious. In the air, she is quite the acrobat, flipping and twisting and turning with such ease as to fly circles around nearly every other dragon in the weyr. She is, however, not very strong or possessing of much stamina, so she will tire easily and quickly in flight without practice and training. She is quite quick when she feels like it, though most of the time, her pace seems to be at a graceful sort of glide. Purposefully moving fast doesn’t seem to be her favorite.
Personality: ‘Airheaded’ would probably be a nice way to describe Tarath’s intelligence… or lack thereof. She is not precisely stupid so much as completely out of touch with reality, off in her own little world of singing, lolling about, and enjoying herself. Tarath is a dreamer, though not in a good way. To have a vision that one then strives to bring to fruition is one thing. Tarath’s dreamy tendencies are something else entirely. She wishes, hopes, and dreams for everything to work out perfectly for her… to have that handsome male like her, to have all of her meat perfectly chopped without waiting, for her wing to admire her… and she hopes for that all to be done without her having to do something about it. Why bother her with trifles like working? She is wishing, and that should be enough for things to magically fall into her lap, as if some kind of mysterious force was at work in her life to bring things to be.
Her dreams seem to take up the all of her time and energy. She sings beautifully, even as a hatchling, and she will often bounce somewhere, singing aloud and mentally about how she wants a handsome male to come sweep her away into the skies. Oh, but she carefully leaves out the part about Flights. Flights are just icky, nasty things in which everything is tainted and dirty, and that just isn’t true love! It’s… it’s… scandalous! She will weep and carry on after every flight, bemoaning her inability to capture The One. Truthfully, she seems worse than the stereotypical adolescent girl in many respects, and Hers will get to spend many moments facepalming at Tarath’s expense. Not to worry, though. She will only carry on for a day or so before resuming her dreamy musings and wanderings. Be careful she doesn’t wander off a cliff, though.
For as empty-headed as she seems most of the time, Tarath is a genuinely nice dragon when one can drag her out of her dream world. She makes good conversation for a short time before her dreams reclaim her, and rarely does she have anything negative to say about… anyone, really. She just drifts along, doing what is asked of her and wishing for the day when her beloved will come and take her to some marvelous place of peace and idleness. Until then, she is contented with cooing over pretty things, and Hers and friends will probably be dragged off with great urgency to see a single wildflower that Tarath finds stunningly beautiful. Tarath will probably be found rearranging rocks and drifting flower petals across her couch. Have to be pretty, you see. She just loves all of the pretty things. This little green is especially obsessed with a brownrider, one M’ta of Behruth. She is honestly convinced that he is her one true love, and she will follow him, wishing and dreaming and sighing like an infatuated adolescent. Hers will be subject to persuasions on Tarath’s part that Behruth is her dragonlove. They will then have a little foursome of love, which Tarath finds to be just
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Rei, Ruby, Thank you for picking up Crystoph and Mikail. I can't wait to work with you guys in the roleplay, I think we shall have a lot of fun.
Name: Meagen
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Meagen to start things off, seems rather tomboyish. She learned that if you acted like the guys, it tended to keep you out of a lot of trouble. It did cause SOME problems, but it tended to keep most of the males away from you. Cause, if you didn't look like a pretty girl, why even bother touching her?
Standing at 5'6'' she's neither tall nor short. She is just average in a lot of ways. She has nothing extraordinary about her figure, with the exception it's not very feminine. She truly has a tomboys figure. But that happens when you spend most of your time running away from people. Running is what she's good at, besides for the fighting that Mikail and Crystoph taught her.
Meagen has a rather long limbed looking figure. Her legs are long, and have a messengers formation to them. She knows how to run, and fast at that. Her female figure is really lacking, but she doesn't completely lack for one. She has a 'Harper's' fingers, as some would call. Long and well calloused, as if she played instruments a lot. Which she doesn't, she just plays with knives a lot.
Meagen is possessing of a very pretty face actually, well that's all in the eye of the beholder. To most she is rather attractive, and she did her best to hide this. This is made evident by the styling of her hair. Her hair is straight, and hard to manage at times, but she always has a veil of it that covers her features. Her bangs are chin length, while the rest of her hair is cut messily into longer layers towards her shoulderblades. When put in a runners-tail her hair tends to poof out a little. The fine hair attaining a life of it's own in humidity of any sort.
Her hair is a soft earthy brown, just a plain brown with not much to it. It does have some highlights, of a lighter more golden tone, but nothing that overpowers the soft earthy brown that is her hair. Her eyes follow this same pattern, being a very soft brown with lighter highlighted parts. These are set in nearly cat shaped eyes, that drag up at the corners a little, giving her a slightly odd look to some people.
Meagen attained a set of scars, during a green flight. These scars run from just under her eyes, all the way down to her chin. Skipping her lips. They are ten lines running straight down her face. Slightly pink now, and only a little stiff. They make it hard for her to do anything but smile. It aches a little when she does.
Personality:
Meagen is a very responsible young woman. Even when she was in Benden, she tried to make sure that she got done what needed to be done. She was given a task and she did it, the only exceptions where going to Riders rooms. She didn't feel the need to subjugate herself and be in a Benden Riders Weyr. She is very firm in that standing, that sexual interactions should have some sort of true emotion behind it, not fear.
She is rather stubborn when it comes to her beliefs. You give her a task, and she will see it through with all the stubbornness she has. More oft to naught she has completed her tasks through this force of will alone.
She is very protective of smaller females, and those that need protecting. She feels she can at least do this little help, as no one really did it for her. With the exception of Crystoph and Mikail, but they couldn't always be around. So because of this nature, if she is put in charge of caring for a child, she will guard it till she dies if the need is to be had.
She is very cheerful, almost fake like at times. She puts on this cheerful face, because being somber does one no good. A smile can do many things, and that's make others feel better. She doesn't let her past drag her down, and she will push herself forward to excel at making others happier.
She has a habit of being a little bit of a neat freak, things have to have order and place around her, just not herself. She does this because it's a habit, and habits are safe. Safety is something she rarely had when she was in Benden. It was often rumored that Crystoph and Mikail where more then 'brothers' to her. Which she vehemently denied.
Meagen is a very strict girl when it comes to following orders. She'll follow them to the 'T' and she will do her best to make sure the task is accomplished. BUT if you put her in a position of leadership, she will strive to work her hardest to make sure things thrive. Because of the way that Mikail and Crystoph treated her, she was allowed to be herself around at least a few people. Making her personality not become warped from Benden's ways.
Meagen is also very good at vanishing. If she wants to not be seen, she has ways of just completely disappearing. Quiet time is important to her.
If there is a stressful situation unfolding the girl steps up and works hard. After she fixed her mind a bit from the shit that D'mian did, she made it a point to work harder then ever. Now, since things have changed in her mind a little, if a stressful situation comes, she steps up to the plate very quickly. She knows how to fight and she knows how to lead. Good at strategies, she will use that mentality to get done what needs to be done.
She wants someone proud of her more then anything, she no longer wants to be just another statistic. She wants to be known for what she can do, and how she does it. A smart girl, and a warm heart. She will defend her Weyr with her life.
Though she has healed immensely, and doesn't dwell on her past too much - the girl is still insecure. During a Green flight, some Riders made comments. These comments stuck with the girl, like a horror. It was an accident that she was there, but their words hurt her so much. Secretly she is insecure about her looks.
History:
Meagen being born the daughter of Green Rider Mealana and Blue Rider K'gen, was one of many children to come. As she grew up she found the best way to stay out of trouble, was to be invisible. She managed to keep out of a lot of trouble, and managed to also not get in a lot of fights. She stuck to the kitchens a lot, and helped out there with chores.
As she grew she found that she steadily became friends with two males of the weyr. Crystoph and Mikail, they where a turn or so her seniors but that didn't matter much to her. She romped around with the only males that seemed to actually be nice to her. This got a lot of word going around about her, but she ignored it. She used her time with them to her advantage, learning how to fight through them.
She managed to avoid Riders beds easily. If she pretended to be ill, most would leave her alone. She wasn't exactly a woman at thirteen, but that's when they started on her. It's also when she was put unto the sands to be a candidate. She spent her time between candidate chores, her 'brothers', and learning more ways to keep herself safe.
This lasted for four turns after she was put on the sands. At Seventeen Turns of age, she couldn't run any longer. A male Bronzerider by name of D'mian, managed to get her cornered. No matter how hard she fought, it didn't matter. He raped her in the end, and because of it she was found broken and actually near death by Mikail. He is the one that took her to the infirmary.
Meagen remained a candidate, and as the Siege of Selenita's grew nearer, she began to worry. Something just wasn't quite sitting right with her. Like the Twins, she had been worried to hear that two prominent figures in her life where chosen for it. Why though? She wondered this, and did her best to keep herself up with all her candidate lessons and needs. She avoided male riders like the plague, and only stayed around Crystoph and Mikail.
She spent Two turns overcoming this trauma. So many things seemed to go wrong. She plotted and hoped, waited and planned, all for a way to escape and be 'safe'.
Eventually there was word that something was going to happen. Crystoph and Mikail's parents had been chosen for the Siege of Selenitas. This made the girl wonder, but she said nothing. She just waited.
That's when it happened, the Siege, and she was grabbed and taken off with the twins and Dia. They took runners, and then hide in a fishing hold. She worked to help pay off their expenses for the trip. Working in the galley of the ship was much easier then anything she had done before, she had no worries any longer.
They arrived at Blossom Hold and they started integrating almost instantly. She still wanted to be around dragons, but focused on working on making a life from herself. She knew that something was going on with the twins, and when she found the note she was FURIOUS. They had left without her, they where not the only ones that could have gone.
Dia was easily finding her place amongst those in the hold, but Meagen was not. She didn't even find herself being very interested in the Dolphin Hall, the place that she had been left with Dia. She wanted Dragons, not Dolphins. She wanted to fly, not swim.
She got taken to the Weyr and made a candidate. Things seemed to go rather odd for awhile. She admitted her emotions to M'kai and things have been a little odd since then. She started getting calmer, and was removed from candidacy. Due to what happened to her at Benden. She works with the MindHealer to regain her candidacy.
Her and M'kai seem to be getting things going, but in an odd way. She loves the man with all her heart, as much as she loves her fluffy little cat Gojii. M'kai is her heart... and she'd die to protect him.
Selenitas was attacked! The young woman found a part of her she never knew existed. She was strong and forthright, she was complimented by a Rider on her thinking. In the middle of the chaos she realized a lot of things. Then weeks of thinking afterwards, were what brought the girl to the point she's at now.
She found herself at a mandyr hatching, and got Blue Clingy. Then she found herself with two eggs at the Gather. Hatching into Blue Firelizard Drop, and her Tunnelsnake Ka.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only):
Queen Only? (Females Only): If you seem to think that my character would be good for one, then yes I would say queen only. But she may be compatible with other dragon/wher types as well.
Desired Dragon Color: Whatever you deem is to be fitting.Dragon, Wher, or both?: Both(if you need her)
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Something Wicked Blue
Name:
Impressed to: Meagen
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue 003366
Age: Hatchling
The house of mirrors is your place of play
Ten thousand faces driving you insane
A carnival of hate crawling through your mind
A gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed
Appearance: Just as with some of his clutchsiblings, this blue lacks a frill, but his cluster of hardened spines are so numerous that there is virtually no space between them, leaving him to look as if he has his 'frill' permanently flared rather than an array of spikes. His head is most definitely wedge-shaped, and his eyes are a curious upward crescent, giving them something of a mysterious edge. The tines around his neck, like those just behind his head, form a perfect ring of protection, though a smaller one. While he's pretty average in length for a blue, his body is thick - even plump.
This blue's thin wings will never be of much use to him, and he mostly employs them to express himself rather than to aid with balance or glide. His hide, at first glance, seems to be a solid, rich blue - the hue of the night sky a candlemark after full sunset. When healthy, his hide gleams so that you truly can see your reflection in it. If anyone was to try, however, they'd note that part of his glimmer are thin, nearly invisible lines of pale silver, forming sharp angles but otherwise random in their distribution. These lines break up any reflection into a million pieces. The fine silver hue dominates his wings, though the ribs are the same dark blue as the rest of his hide.
Personality: If there ever was a creature who epitomized the saying 'all bark and no bite', this salamandyr is it. While his speech is somewhat limited, almost to the point of being difficult to follow, the emotion behind it is all too clearly antagonistic. And if that weren't enough to make it clear that he's threatening to tear you into little pieces, his little puffed chest as he comes up onto his hind legs and hisses should be enough to get the point across. Never one to pass up the chance to exchange insults, if another salamandyr (or flitter, or any other creature, really) gets physically aggressive he immediately backs down and bows and scrapes - though that doesn't mean he won't get off a parting shot when he hightails it out of there.
This little guy packs quite the emotional punch for His, and unfortunately bonds closely enough that his emotions will take effort to learn to ignore. Part of this is the fact that he very much adores his bonded, and will defend his territory quite loudly (until the threat of violence makes him cringe.) The blue tends to posture for green salamandyrs, showing himself off as the 'tough guy', and should he ever win a mate, he'll likely defend her just as jealously as he does His. Perhaps unfortunately, though, the blue has an insanely strong fear of avians and tunnelsnakes that will send him into screaming fits as he tries to burrow into His to get away, and this fear extends to those clutchsiblings that resemble these tunnelsnakes.
Name: Drop
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue #120A8F
Species: Firelizard
Looks To: Meagan
Written by: Neeuqtar
Physical Description: The first thing anyone will ever notice about this blue is that he is BIG. Unlike most fire-lizards, which are delicately boned and almost sculpted-looking, this particular draconid is rough-featured, with heavy bone structure and a wingspan that rivals browns and even some small bronzes. If he were a runner, there is no doubt that he would be a draft. His face is very square, with deep-set, vacant-looking eyes and a mouth that turns up just slightly into what appears to be a constant, vacuous grin. Like a draft runner, this blue is built with a compact, cresting neck with a well-muscled topline; the join of his neck overshadows his shoulders and his spine is visible only as an indent in his back running the length of his large body. Deep in the chest, this blue has incredible breath support and has not only an impressive flame, but a very impressive voice – one he reserves for crying madly when his minething somehow vanishes from sight, or for squeaking off-key whenever anyone is attempting to sing.
His massive, hard, and impossible-to-trim black talons jut out from relatively short toes, a fact which would make him good at fending for himself if he had any idea of what hunting was. Instead, they just constantly hook on everything, and Faranth forbid that you ever startle him awake – it will mean rake-marks on anything he’s sleeping on as he scrambles to his feet and trundles into the air. Awkward at best in flight, this blue has absolutely zero agility. His banking is more likely to get him side-slipping through the air into things, with an uncanny ability to go hurtling into unsuspecting bystanders, whether they be in flight or innocently standing around. Though he might (definitely) be huge, awkward, and ungainly, at least he’s a pretty color. His base color is a brilliant ultramarine, deep blue with a hint of violet to it. A blaze of lavender on his nose and a matching rough diamond on his chest add a little interest, while his belly and the underside of his tail and wings shade into a violet-blue just a touch lighter than the rest of his body.
Personality: Always eager to please, this blue tries hard to be a good fire-lizard. He just has the failing of being incredibly stupid. While patient training may get him to learn such simple commands as “get it!” (as in something you throw and he can follow) or “lie down,” he will never be capable of such feats of training as tricks or messenger running. He will stare up at his minething with utter focus and complete lack of understanding, and wait for her to do something that he understands – like throwing a twig for him to fetch or giving him a treat. Almost like a canine, he wiggles the tips of his tail back and forth when he is trying to understand, somewhat like a “please like me” plea. And don’t even talk about between! Though he has an uncanny ability not to get stuck between, he never ends up recalling the right destination – when he manages to recall that he can jump between at all!! He is possibly the only fire-lizard that can ever be locked in a room or a cage… in his freaking out from being away from his minething, he’ll never manage to remember how to go between or even figure out how to escape by normal means.
This blue, while absolutely adoring of everyone that feeds him and plays with him, is willing to stay behind and laze about in a room while his minething goes about her daily business. He’ll cry a little when she leaves, sure, but then he’ll find some way to amuse himself – and she can be sure it won’t involve teleportation at all! Chances are that this fire-lizard will just roam about the quarters he’s given, putting his nose in everything and sleeping on his minething’s pillow. However, if she takes him--! Happy days! This blue will be absolutely delighted to be out and about with his person, being obnoxiously happy and constantly coming back from his short flying roams to snuffle at his minething and lick her with his long and slobbery tongue. Eventually he’ll settle down and just fly (or hop along on the ground, if the mood strikes him) next to her, jaw gaping open to keep cool as he cheerfully views the world. If his person ever gets mad at him, he will be absolutely crestfallen and mope around until she makes happy noises again, in which case he will become completely and utterly delighted with everything in life once again.
Name: Ka
Age: Hatchling
Color: N/A
Species: Tunnelsnake
Looks to: Meagan (sort of)
Written by: Neeuqtar
Physical Description: Tunnelsnakes come in a range of appearances, being actually countless species lumped together under one heading. This particular tunnelsnake clearly comes from a different area than Selenitas Weyr, for its type has definitely never been seen before around the area. Most of the time, this ‘snake looks incredibly ugly. Its blunt muzzle is roughly triangle-shaped, with the tip flared upwards. Mottled brown-and-grey patterning runs down its body, with long, leaf-shaped scales covering its back in a double row. Like all native Pernese creatures, it has three sets of limbs. All three are near its head. Two sets are like extreme pincers, clearly intended to mangle – and it is a scavenger. The other set looks like forelimbs, perhaps to hold the body up while it feeds. When scared, the “leaves” on its back flip over and flare outwards, revealing that the hide on its back is completely scarlet, and that the underside of those scales are false eyes, black at the center and rimmed with red, yellow, and orange.
Personality: While most tunnelsnakes are fearful prey or vicious predators, this tunnelsnake seems to have taken a different route – perhaps due to being handled for so long as an egg by humans, and hatching near people. Completely piteous, this creature skulks about and clearly is not at home in the Selenitas jungle. It only eats dead meat, preferably dried, and absolutely hates the wet. It is far more at home on dry sand than the soggy floor of the jungle, and will have to be tended to survive. When things attack it, it immediately flares out its false eyes, wiggling them in the vain hope that creatures will run off and leave it alone – hard to convince a feline you’re scary when you are only two feet long and reek of tunnelsnake.
Chocolate Fudge Brownie Green
Name: Tarath (from “Tara” meaning “star”)
Age: newly hatched
Color Code: 00FFCC
Impresses to: Meagen
Appearance: Beautiful, delicate, and dainty, Tarath is the epitome of what a green should be in frame. She is just on the smaller side of average for greens, so light in frame that it looks like a good breeze could blow her over. Really, that might not be inaccurate. Tarath’s wings are proportionate for her length, and no part of her body looks incredibly out of the ordinary. In fact, compared to her clutchmates, she is eerily normal. Her ridges are not very prominent, save for the ones over her eyes, and she is just thoroughly unremarkable… save for looking just a bit whispy, as though she always need a good meal or five.
Her hide is a pure shade of light teal from head to tailtip, the texture so smooth and flawless that it looks almost like a silk suit fitted tightly over the dragon’s body. Those who stare at her hide will probably be quite envious... and with good reason! Around the base of her neck is a series of tiny white dots, culminating in a starburst pattern on her chest to make the pendant on her ‘necklace.’ Atop her head, her ridges are a pale green near to white to form a ‘crown,’ and one of her nostrils is marked by the tiniest blemish of a white spot. Her coloration speaks of royalty and fineness, everything beautiful and good.
Tarath is… graceful, no matter what medium she is travelling in or on. She seems to float everywhere, dancing on the air and on the ground with a lightness of foot that will make nearly every other dragon envious. In the air, she is quite the acrobat, flipping and twisting and turning with such ease as to fly circles around nearly every other dragon in the weyr. She is, however, not very strong or possessing of much stamina, so she will tire easily and quickly in flight without practice and training. She is quite quick when she feels like it, though most of the time, her pace seems to be at a graceful sort of glide. Purposefully moving fast doesn’t seem to be her favorite.
Personality: ‘Airheaded’ would probably be a nice way to describe Tarath’s intelligence… or lack thereof. She is not precisely stupid so much as completely out of touch with reality, off in her own little world of singing, lolling about, and enjoying herself. Tarath is a dreamer, though not in a good way. To have a vision that one then strives to bring to fruition is one thing. Tarath’s dreamy tendencies are something else entirely. She wishes, hopes, and dreams for everything to work out perfectly for her… to have that handsome male like her, to have all of her meat perfectly chopped without waiting, for her wing to admire her… and she hopes for that all to be done without her having to do something about it. Why bother her with trifles like working? She is wishing, and that should be enough for things to magically fall into her lap, as if some kind of mysterious force was at work in her life to bring things to be.
Her dreams seem to take up the all of her time and energy. She sings beautifully, even as a hatchling, and she will often bounce somewhere, singing aloud and mentally about how she wants a handsome male to come sweep her away into the skies. Oh, but she carefully leaves out the part about Flights. Flights are just icky, nasty things in which everything is tainted and dirty, and that just isn’t true love! It’s… it’s… scandalous! She will weep and carry on after every flight, bemoaning her inability to capture The One. Truthfully, she seems worse than the stereotypical adolescent girl in many respects, and Hers will get to spend many moments facepalming at Tarath’s expense. Not to worry, though. She will only carry on for a day or so before resuming her dreamy musings and wanderings. Be careful she doesn’t wander off a cliff, though.
For as empty-headed as she seems most of the time, Tarath is a genuinely nice dragon when one can drag her out of her dream world. She makes good conversation for a short time before her dreams reclaim her, and rarely does she have anything negative to say about… anyone, really. She just drifts along, doing what is asked of her and wishing for the day when her beloved will come and take her to some marvelous place of peace and idleness. Until then, she is contented with cooing over pretty things, and Hers and friends will probably be dragged off with great urgency to see a single wildflower that Tarath finds stunningly beautiful. Tarath will probably be found rearranging rocks and drifting flower petals across her couch. Have to be pretty, you see. She just loves all of the pretty things. This little green is especially obsessed with a brownrider, one M’ta of Behruth. She is honestly convinced that he is her one true love, and she will follow him, wishing and dreaming and sighing like an infatuated adolescent. Hers will be subject to persuasions on Tarath’s part that Behruth is her dragonlove. They will then have a little foursome of love, which Tarath finds to be just
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Rei, Ruby, Thank you for picking up Crystoph and Mikail. I can't wait to work with you guys in the roleplay, I think we shall have a lot of fun.