Post by Tashe on Mar 9, 2009 20:09:15 GMT -5
Name: Nautic (Nah-tick) (sounds like Nautical, minus the -al)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (prefers men)
Rank: Wherhandler
Born: May 5, 2995
Physical Appearance: Tall, Dark and Handsome... are probably not the words you'd use to describe this man. In reality, Nautic is actually on the short side, averaging at around five foot six and a half when he's standing straight as a plank. Nautic has shoulder length blond hair that is normally tied back out of his face and away from his doe brown eyes. Handsome? Thy name is kinda sorta not Nautic. He's certainly not ugly, but he's not the drop dead gorgeous manly man either. In fact, his face is a bit feminine with his more rounded chin and slightly slanted eyes, not to mention his long eye lashes. But despite the softer appeal to his face, Nautic is all... man? (Though he looks pretty fabulous in a dress!)
Lean, compact muscle make up his calves and arms, and his well balanced chest does wonders under a tight shirt. Like most of the other people at the Weyr, Nautic is proportional to his height. Not gangly or rag dolly, or even stubby. Though there is a bit of stubble in his facial area. Nautic also has four long scars down his stomach, although not entirely verticle, they look as though they just might be. Nautic recieved these from Dmisk, a Blue Wher who had decided that he wasn't the right person for him and proceeded to push off of him... using his claws. The good side though, is that imiedietly after he impressed to his lovely Nautsk. The scars will forever remind him of the hatching, and therefore, he counts them as his lucky lines. He also has a few scars willy nilly around his arms and body from working in the Mine, as well as one near his right ankle from someone trying to cut him down from Nautsk's back.
(If one is to think of Nautic, one would most likely picture him in his signature outfit: A white and pink striped shirt with brown pants, a black belt that ties to the side, black knee or calf boots and a pink scarf. Pant color is subject to his whims.)
Personality: Nautic can be described in many ways, but flamboyant and caring are probably the first that will come to mind. Friendly and an outgoing individual, he is able to make friends with people he has just met. Nautic tends to attract people who are different and sometimes odd, you know- just the type who could be considered somewhat rebellious, or silly (whatever floats your boat as he likes to say). It was never a problem for Nautic to snuggle himself into the ranks of people around him, and more than likely, his name would be known because of his eccentric actions.
Very fair-minded and somewhat objective, he has extraordinary skills at organization, despite his childish outer casing and apparent clumsiness. He also excels in growing things, baking and knitting. Although he understands and (for the most part) adheres to the Ranking rules, Nautic will always find it hard not to treat the higher ups like he would anyone else. He's a bit cheeky at times when it comes down to it, but that is just what makes him... well, him.
When Nautic gets mad, he gets stormy. Grumbling and rumbling with his hands stuck into his pockets so as not to go punch something. He does his best to not lash out at the offender, but being a boy filled with testosterone, accidents happen. His glares are like lightening, and its best not to bother him around these times, he can't really control what he says to well.
History: : Born to Selenitas Dragonriding parents, Nautic was one of the lucky few children not to be fostered out to another family. The fact he lived with his parents didn't stop him from spending all his free time down in the Creche with the other Weyrbrats, even though he was often teased by the others because he looked different. When he was young, his height did in fact cause a small (pardon the pun) problem for him, because no matter how old he was the other children would force him to be last in whatever they were doing. After a few years of needling his way through the mock ranks of Weyrbratmanship, Nautic had finally been accepted as a valuable member of the gang. Often he would help lead or plan various 'missions' around the weyr, and helping to conquer their enemies when playing war.
Nautic was eleven when Shmee broke the Selenitas line, impressing Gold Aslath in stead of Sera's daughter. And although he was still too young to realize the shocking revelation, his parents did, both of them happy to be rid of the arrogant line, yet unsure as to whether or not the new Queenrider would be a good leader. Everything seemed to look up as Shmee took charge, the weyr began to look and act as if it had been born anew. Although Sera and her Dragon's death cast a shadow over the Weyr
When he was twelve, another Goldrider appeared, a woman by the name of Kaegan. She was young and hailed from Benden Weyr, trying to seek refuged from the war and the horrible repercussions of living at a militant Weyr.
At around the same time (give or take a few months), Fath rose again, laying a clutch of fourteen on the sands. Plus, the eggs looked sickly and damaged, which made the poison of doubt sink deeper and deeper. Not to much later, Fath's clutch hatched, producing mutants. Nautic had attended that hatching, and had been as horrified as the other attendees. Despite most of the hatchlings having problems, the Queen that had hatched seemed perfectly normal. Nautic afterward had compared her to a beacon light in the fog.
Not long afterward, Selenitas became increasingly involved with the Northern War. Aslath rose and nearly missed catching Salenth in flight, bringing the first active Weyrleader into sight in a long time. The Senior Queen's eggs were laid and hatched, but disaster struck when the Senior Weyrlings were massacred, leaving all but a few dead. Including Selenitas's only 'true' Junior Weyrwoman to be. He had befriended some of the Weyrlings, and had been crushed when he found out that so many had died, it took months to return his spirits back to normal.
Millieth rose and was caught by a mysterious Bronze who was later revealed to be a renegade Dragonpair, and soon laid a clutch of twelve. A few of her babies where born with disabilities, showing the weyr she had been exposed to some of the rumored Benden drugs... but fortunately, the mutations that appeared were not as bad as Fath's last clutch. Nautic's good spirits were quickly doused when the hatching was interrupted with the news of Shmee's abduction. He actually liked the Senior Weyrwoman, and this type of announcement was scary business for a young man to handle. Not to mention he had doubts whether or not the fragile Benden Runaway could run a Weyr in Shmee's absence, let alone at all.
When C'leon came, Nautic was frightened for not only his life but the lives of his Weyrwomen. Benden was more terrifying and evil than he had ever thought they could be, the show they put on for their amusement was certainly sign that they shouldn't be trifled with right? Wrong. Nautic was surprised when the Selenitas Riders quickly leapt into action to resist the Benden Raiders, quietly admiring the Dragon bondeds through his fear and shock. Even the Weyrlings were so brave! There was a small part of him that wished he could be a Rider, that he could be as Brave and cunning as them. But, he never had a real pull toward becoming a Candidate, not to mention he had never gotten searched as one.
Dragon clutches came and passed, Aslath then Millieth and then Aslath again. But he payed more attention to the Wher Runs and clutches, finding himself more intrigued with the inner workings of a Wher than that of their larger cousin. Failing to bond to a Wher the first time he tried, Nautic took it up to be a calling. He wasn't going to be tossed from both Dragon riding and Wherhandling all in one swoop! He had determination, and he /was/ eventually (he hoped) going to impress a Wher. He wanted to be useful to the Weyr, and he wanted a lifelong friend and companion at his side to do so.
Shmee's death came as a shock. Possibly, one of the biggest shocks that the Weyr had ever seen. Her death came quickly and seemingly out of nowhere, leaving Kaegan of Gold Millieth as the Senior Weyrwoman and Savitri of Gold Hepaticath as her Junior. Nautic's nervousness subsided when the correlation between the amount of sick and the toss tithed foods, began to show. It certainly was a nasty time of year, what with the rains and the hysterics of the poisonings... yet, when it all boiled down to it, it was just another challenge for the Selenitas Riders and Folk to step up and over.
As a Candidate life wasn't that bad. Sure, he'd been a Candidate since he was young, but at least you couldn't age out of being a Wher Candidate. A plus, he always claimed. This year, he had a feeling that it was going to be different from the humdrum of everyday candidate life. Candidate lessons started up again, and Nautic soon became close friends with two other Candidates. One, named Rusahare (or Rusa), and the other whose name was Anzalorin (or Anzy). Candidate lessons soon turned into a possitive mad house. Grapefruits, cross-dressing, and people impressing Salamandyrs. But sadly, for Nautic anyways, Rusa soon turned into R'ahre upon Impression of his Blue, Ahth. He was left alone, well not all the way alone because he still had Anzy to scheme with (which in hindsight was not the best idea to leave them alone, interupting Weyrling lessons and trying to save their comrades was... very them after all).
But as time passed, news even more exciting than his friend Impressing came up. A Wher clutch had been laid on the Sands by a wild Wherqueen. Nautic nearly had a fit of joy when he heard the news on the Gossip waves. If waiting for a clutch to hatch was hard on people, it was crushing for the Candidate. He had stood at the last Wild Wher hatching, and hadn't impressed. Now he had another chance! When the night of the Hatching came, Nautic was up and out the door within a few moments, his nerves waking him faster than they had the last time the situation arrived. To say he was excited was an understatement. During the course of the Hatching, a Blue Wherling reared back onto his hind legs and used Nautic as a balancing post so he could sniff his chest. In the end, the Blue (now known as Dmisk) decided he wasn't good enough and gifted him with four long claw marks down his stomach. Although he thought he might be down and out for the count, the Candidate soon realized that he was infact mistaken.
A Green Wherling had happily scuttled over to him almost imedietly after. She was extraordinarily cute, even for a lover of Whers. And thus, he gained Nautsk and his lucky scars! And the fact that Anzy had impressed a Blue had been a plus, another silver lining. Nautsk is his one and only, the hog of almost all of his attention (its true, he spoils her despite trying his best not to).
Wherlinghood -3013
Disapearences and deaths. What a way to go through Weyrlinghood. T'rid disappeared and K'roi died of a plague that seemed to infultrate every corner of the Weyr. In this time Nautic became a germaphobe, doing everything that he could /not/ to get sick. It didn't help that he wasn't making friends amung the Wherhandlers despite trying his best to befriend them. He was pretty sure that everyone thought he was an annoyance. It took him a long time to realize that Dmitri actually liked him, the BlueWherling was always so snarky that it was hard to tell. It wasn't soon after that he impressed his second pet, a Blue firelizard named Tizzy. The crazy thing believed it was a Salamandyr, Nautic mainly left that alone though, who was he to say anything about it.
Wherling to Wherhandler -3014
As the months ticked on, Nautic found himself flirting with the new Goldhandler, and Dmitri's friend, Eikane. It really seemed innocent at first but it was developing into something more... maybe. Selenitas River was poisoned, people were still disappearing and Ka'rys was knocked silly. Hepaticath rose and was caught by Ciceroth, producing a clutch of thirteen. Fort destroys High Reaches Weyr, causing a few High Reach escapees to flee to Selenitas.
Nautic, Nautsk and the other Wherhandlers were quick to help gaurd and protect the hatching grounds, where Selenitas people and Weyrlings were gathered to be kept safe. But Fort had other ideas when Selenitas refused to give up the refugees. In a blast of fire, Nautic was thrown off of his Green and slammed against the ground. Broken and severely injured, even now he doesn't remember much of what happened afterwards except waking up in the infirmary days later next to Dmitri, who had been horribley burned in the same flameblast. He was still healing when Hepaticath's clutch hatched. By the time the Southern Gather rolled around he was practically fit as a fiddle. It was at this gather that Eikane stepped up and kissed him. Needless to say Nautic was thrilled. It was also in this time that the Night Sentinal formed and he became the Minemaster of Selenitas.
New Regieme - 3015
Most of what went on before the Wasteland attack didn't concern Nautic, dragon hatchings and what not. But when Wasteland took over, Nautic was pretty sure that the Wherhandlers got the best treatment out of them all. None one got hurt, and no one (well... no one really) went out of their way to instigate fights. Nautic didn't loose anyone really important to him, with the exception of his Family friend K'sel and maybe Meira, to the Wastelander invasion. But it didn't stop him from grieving for those who had been lost or chased away. Hyphen Gather rolled around, and although he wasnt there that day, heard that some of the exiles had been spotted and killed. Eikask's clutch hatched after that, and a new generation of Handlers came into existance.
Right now Nautic is concerned with the fortifications of his Mining shafts, after they collapsed on his beloved Eikane and the Wherling class he had been leading at that time.
3016-3017
The Wherling class grew up and the fortifications to the mine were made, making it just about twice as safe as it had been before. But Nautic and the other people of Selenitas should have forseen the earthquake as a preemptive strike. For in 3017, almost a Turn to the day that the Wastelanders took over, a massive earthquake shook everything to its core. Nautic got forwarned by Nautsk as she woke up and nearly pulled him out of bed and onto the floor near her just before the shockwaves hit. Not that it did much difference. The Wherhandler barracks were perhaps the one place that didn't totally collapse, unlike many of the Rider's rooms. Some were sealed up so fully that encased dragons or humans simply passed out from oxygen loss and died. But most were saved in time thanks to the combined efforts of Whers and Dragons. Not more than what could have been an hour later, the Exiles appeared offering aid. And then, just like that, everyone was a Weyr yet again. Nautic, his mother and K'sel's mother found out that both of Marina's sons were safe. Which made the two older women happy. And so, life progressed in their new home.
3018-3023
A couple of things happened for nautic in these years. One, the mystery monster attacks. He was the Watch Cadre, therefore he had to lead the Watch and Gaurds into the middle of the jungle at night to search for whatever had killed Darmori and his Wher. They found them alright, and were attacked. They managed to take down a few but chased the rest off, but not before loosing Ceryl and Ceyrsk. He impressed Vain in this time as well, much to his forever annoyance... Oh and Eikask hatched another clutch, which included a new Gold Wher! A few months after that Eikane... PROPOSED! Nautic nearly died of happiness. No, really, his heart felt like it stopped for like a few seconds when his Weyrmate popped the question, and in the spring of 3018, they were Joined. Nautic likes to look at and play with his joining ring, as if they had still only just gotten hitched. It wasn't too long after that when the topic of babies came up, something he'd been wanting forever but could never really bring up because the Goldhandler didn't like babies. Eikane finally agreed, well, as long as they skipped the baby phase. Which was okay with Nautic and quickly he started to search.
But the opportunity didn't present herself until the latter half of 3018, when the fighting started again. Nautic's female friend, lost her husband to the war and needed to go back to Blossom because of strict family rules, but she couldn't bring her little girl with her since the family didn't accept her existance (they didn't approve of the marriage). Having known the woman for Turns, Nautic offered to adopt the toddler and raise her as his own. It was rather an abrupt adoption, but Eikane was soon as anamoured with Einata as Nautic was. 3019 rolled on by, Nautic and Nautsk took their turns helping with the War in the various ways they were needed, often leaving for long periods at a time. But, they always returned happily to their little family. When 3020 arrived and the fighting stopped, Nautic was more than happy to stay at home and let the shinies figure things out. The more time he could spend with his daughter the better. What he didn't appreciate though, was having to move... again. He'd never lived at a Hold in his life, ever, the Greenhandler was a Weyrfolk through and through. He had no idea how to fit in with Holdlife... the only upside was that they all got to move together. Also that Demi, Lena and their two kids were transfered to the same Hold, which meant that Einata got to grow up with Dileina and Emitre.
Time passed and things got to settling down, Nautic got used to Holdlife and Einata grew quickly into a child. Too quickly if you asked him. As the new Turn approaches, the Greenhandler can only think, what does 3023 have in store that has not already been done?
Wher: (Past Green)
Name: Nautsk
Age: 8 Turns
Color: Green (#0BDA51)
Impressed to: Nautic
Appearance: Small and squat, is Nautsk. This green wher is positively tiny, and Hers will have to watch out if he ever decides to ride her, for she’ll undoubtedly tire before long; her body is simply not big enough to hold any kind of stamina. But nonetheless, this wher is undeniably cute. Very squat, is she, with a thick body and appendages to match; a slightly squashed nose is complimented by large eyes that are best described as bug eyes; they do protrude slightly, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to most, this green can pull it off nicely enough – it gives her a definitely naïve appearance. A thick tail could be quite the weapon if used appropriately, but fortunately, nobody will be on the end of a smack from Nautsk – unless she’s asleep; her tail can complete quite the maneuvers in this case, as well as wings and the rest of her body; it’s not at all unusual for Nautsk to wake up in a completely different position than she fell asleep in, and Hers will simply have to get used to her thrashing. Short, wide wings will never carry Nautsk far; her gliding will be difficult at best, impossible at worst, and if she intends to get into the air, expect to have to train vigorously; her bulk simply cannot defy gravity with any ease.
Despite her struggles in the air, Nautsk has an odd sort of grace on the ground. It’s best described as a bustling kind of grace, the kind of quick, confident movement usually attributed to a mother or a cook in a hurry. Her legs are too short to move with real grace, but she does manage smooth shuffling movements that cover ground just as quickly, even if her legs will have to move much more often than might be desired. Fortunately, her pace is incredibly smooth, and if her handler ever does ride her, there will be scarcely any jolts as long as the ground underfoot isn’t too treacherous and Nautsk isn’t in any panic, for this green works to acquire this smoothness of pace. Doesn’t it make her look ever so much prettier? And it would please Hers if she was pretty, yes? When Nautsk throws caution and beauty to the winds and simply runs, her pace could not be more jolting; this green will end up moving in leaps and bounds. Beware; it’s enough to throw even the most accomplished rider to the ground after awhile.
Her coloring simply adds to the picture of motherly cheer that Nautsk gives off; a bright spring green is her hide, rich in shade. When Nautsk is exceptionally well-oiled, she not only gleams in the moonlight but also glows slightly. It’s quite like a pre-Run glow, and Hers can expect many a male to mistake her health for an imminent Run, but it’ll be quite obvious when Nautsk is expecting to Run, for the glow will be much brighter and she’ll actually glitter, even in the sparse light of the two moons. But multicolored Nautsk certainly is; as if to help her blend into the foliage of the wild, her hide is speckled, with varying shades of green, like a great hand threw a spray of freckles down on her from above, with the thickest gathering down her spine and the numbers decreasing visibly along her legs. Their shades do not vary too much from the base, even though there are quite a few of them in there, darker and lighter both. Her muzzle is comically freckled, too, the speckles gathering over her nose and one of them, larger than the rest, squarely in between her eyes, while another of the same size rests just shy of her left nostril. A springtime wher indeed…
Personality: Nautsk is without doubt an incredibly sweet wher. Even those who are not fond of whers will be hard-pressed not to like her, for this little green simply thrives on pleasing people and other whers, firelizards and salamandyrs and dragons alike. It seems that she simply cannot stand to see a person unhappy and will go out of her way to see to it that they are cheered up again, no matter what she has to do, be it something as simple as bring them a flower (something she will do as often as possible for Hers) to as complicated as trying to dance for them just to make them laugh, just once. Anything will do; she just cannot take the sight of someone that is truly unhappy for long. Nobody should be unhappy, ever! Hers, especially, Nautsk will never see unhappy without wanting to break down into tears herself – fortunately whers cannot cry – and she’ll become quite desperate to make sure he’s happy again as quickly as possible; it’s not unusual to catch sight of this wher running frantically back and forth across the Weyr looking for something – anything – that could possibly, possibly make somebody happy again, anyone from a bawling infant to an old crèche-woman.
Despite her sweet-tempered, others-before-self ways, Nautsk is without a doubt an intelligent creature. She can tell when she’s not wanted and she’ll respect those wishes, depressed though it will likely make her, and she seems good at reading humans and their emotions – much better than the average wher. Her connection with Hers will always be stronger than usual, too, emotions more pronounced and complex, and her reading of Hers much more deep than average. And indeed, Nautsk will often probe into Hers’ mind just to ‘check up’ on how he’s doing, make sure that nothing has happened between that check-up and the last. A paranoid little creature, she is not, but she is motherly in a fretting, sweet kind of way, and Hers is as good as her baby, to Nautsk, regardless of their age difference. And indeed, Nautsk will baby anything that desires, needs, or even vaguely wants such care; be it firelizard or darter, feline or tunnelsnake, Nautsk will gladly take it under her wing.
As she grows, this motherly streak will become more and more pronounced, to the point that she will want to take the clutches of queens under her wing. Perhaps they will take advantage of her, but more likely they will reject the attempts at care – and Nautsk will be quite broken-hearted, but it’s to be expected; not every queen dragon will take kindly to the idea of a green wher tending their clutch more diligently than they themselves! Fortunately, intelligence and understanding aside, Nautsk has a remarkably, contradictorily short memory span; grievances will rapidly fade into the dim, shadowy depths of her mind and be forgotten and as a result, Nautsk will bear no grudges. Her friends, however, those who can cope with her fussing over them constantly and crooning over them possessively, will be forever forefront in her mind; she loves all, and loves deeply.
Symphony Green Salamandyr
Color: Green #11C196
Gender: Female
Age: 9-ish
Physical Appearance: Long and lean is this salamandyr, her build most often emphasized when she stretches her body out to its fullest. She seems to be the physical exact of what a green salamandyr should look like in terms of build. Her body is proportioned well, with normal sized wings and a slightly longer than average tail that acts as an excellent anchor for climbing. Her frill is average sized with rough edges that make it look more threatening to some degree than most of her kind, and her little claws are naturally longer than average - adept for scratching, clawing and climbing. Her coloration is an elaborate mixture of blue and green hues, almost like foam off of the sea, though there's no denying what color she actually is. Lighter green spots form parallel markings down the line of her back, twisting elegantly. Each of these spots is very small and is unique to her in the respect that whenever this little female happens to lounge in direct sunlight, those spots shine iridescent; they are the only part of her hide to do so. Strangely, her underbelly is so light that it's almost white, and stands out starkly against the rest of her hide. The only exception is her frill, which is the exact same shade of light green, though the edges are lined with a near black shade that further emphasizes her size when she displays. Her threatening looks are nothing to scoff at!
Personality: This salamandyr will be perceived as strange by most people and for good reason. She babbles. A lot. Usually nonsense. She also has trouble walking and climbing, often stumbling around and falling over in a clumsy display she seems to find hysterically funny. Compliments and terms of endearment will be very common to her, as will physical affection. The source of all of this behavior comes from one very specific habit: drinking. This little female likes to sneak into the kitchens and filch wine, typically doing so by knocking over the wine bottles until they shatter, then licking the spill up until she's had her fill. Therefore, most of her waking time is spent inebriated; it only takes two licks for her to be the salamandyr equivalent of completely plastered. If for some reason she is incapable of acquiring said wine, her personality does a complete flip: rather than be friendly, sweet and easy going, this salamandyr hisses, spits, bites and clings, is fond of scratching, easily agitated, and those same compliments that flow from her with such affection (while intoxicated) become used as insults, often loud and for all to hear. She also will often flat out refuse to eat until she gets her way, and she's intelligent enough to find a way to acquire that which she wants... even if it means getting Hers and many others in trouble in the process. She's relentless when she's in search of her 'fix' - for better or worse.
Hidden Fire Blue
Name- Tizzy
Species- Firelizard
Color- Blue (#304888)
Age- 7-ish
Looks to- Nautic
Appearance- This blue is definitely a firelizard. Small in size, he looks constantly like a hatchling – a very skinny, kind of gangly hatchling, but a hatchling nonetheless, so small is he. His body is positively dwarfed by a head that appears to be far too large to be supported by the skinny, long neck that is almost always bowed just slightly, as if under the weight of his skull. However, that’s not to say that his head is fat – it’s not. Large eyes bulge slightly from the thin muzzle, extremely sharp eye ridges sliding back into short, thin head knobs. Very prominent are the ridges along his neck and tail, too, adding a touch of the masculine to an otherwise extremely thin body. His tail is proportioned almost as a Salamandyr’s might be, though, extraordinarily long and very whippy, and almost constantly in motion, twitching this way and that way. His wings, however, are neither Salamandyr- nor firelizard-proportioned – though undeniably they tend more towards the latter, being ridiculously oversized for his body. Crumpled membrane would undeniably carry this small, thin creature very easily indeed…if he ever used them.
In terms of color, however, this firelizard is decidedly unremarkable. A rather dark shade of blue sprawls across the hide that is stretched so tightly that it’s possible to count each rib, though he could never be mistaken for black under any circumstances. There is a tinge of purple to his color, just enough that when the light strikes it just right, and when he’s very, very well-oiled, highlights of a spectacular violet shade will streak across his negligible frame and make him quite something to look at – but such perfect conditions are rare. Almost nothing marks him out as special at all – nothing except the small white – dot, freckle, speck (take your pick; any of the above will describe it accurately) just shy of his left nostril. It’s small enough to go entirely unnoticed, but it’s definitely there.
Personality- Confused would be a good way to describe this firelizard. No, this blue is not of the opinion that he’s a green, nor a female at all – he is adamantly obsessed with the idea that he’s a Salamandyr. Though he’s usually very patient and sweet to almost everyone, rarely offering insult or even his own opinion, this blue is surprisingly short-tempered when it comes to his species. Oh, the Great Debate – he’s likely to stubbornly shun any who suggest he may actually be a firelizard (though they would definitely be right). No, he’s not one for shrilly and loudly opposing them; if they’re too silly to see that he’s clearly a Salamandyr, he simply does not deign to acknowledge that they exist. Most of the time, though, he is very affectionate, obedient, and responsive to His (and His alone; most others are viewed as not good enough: There’s a reason why he Chose the one he did!). There’s no disguising how pleased he is when attention is paid to him, though he by no means requires it and actually spends most of his time clinging to His’ shoulder like a very large, blue ornament of some sort.
And never, ever, will anyone see this blue flying. Ever. He refuses even to glide, and this means that – yes – he clambers around on all fours, occasionally flapping his wings for emphasis (to make up for his decided lack of frill), but otherwise they remain somnolent. Another oddity of this blue’s is that he will rarely chirp, croon, or flute without managing to twist the sound to make it more of a word than an actual sound. Very, very good at this, he is – almost ridiculously so; he’s almost parrot-like in his ability to mimic people. Despite his…species confusion, this blue is very intelligent and he seems to have a very good grasp on how to make people understand him; certainly his ability to ‘speak’ is a unique one. One that will draw many odd looks and confusion, but one that he’s very good at nonetheless. However, his imagework is even more intricate (his reasoning? If white Salamandyrs can do it, then he’s just a very special blue Salamandyr) and though he prefers to ‘speak’, if all else fails his imaging is always crystal clear.
Name: Vain
Impressed to: Nautic
Color: Blue #99EECC #9988DD
Age: 5-ish
Physical Appearance: Considering this blue's personality his appearance isn't too surprising. After all, others listen better to beauty and this blue embodies it. Beauty is not usually related to males but with his large eyes, pleasant face, and streamlined figure you can't call him anything else. He knows it, too, considering they way he is constantly posing. He often has his wings open, the near transparent wingsails just enhancing his beauty. His wings though are not quite as functional as he would like. He can fly but it's actually quite painful for him to do so, which results in minimal flying from him. He can glide without pain though.
This flitter is a pleasant, light shade of blue for a base for the most part. Over his back spreads a somewhat darker, bordering on purple colour like a blanket. His entire head is also this purple-y shade. What really makes him special though is his wings. As mentioned, they are surprisingly translucent, with only a slight shading of colour. His base colour and his 'blanket' colour combine in senseless swirls on his wingsails, allowing the light through in interesting patterns. His relatively simple colouring is nonetheless beautiful much like his form.
Personality: This blue's most noticeable trait is that he has an inflated sense of importance about himself. Clearly he is the most important thing at any given time. Unfortunately, he tends to purposefully make this true. Or try to anyways. Any lovers of His will be shown any image possible to break them up, any other mindmates will be horribly abused, and any other situation that takes precedence over himself he will attempt to top by causing his own scene. Usually harmful to others but not always. He would much rather smooth 'talk' his way through things than destroy things.
Oddly enough this flitter takes to certain people and actively dismisses or uses all others. His is, unfortunately, more used than he is loved. Love is not absent but neither is it the main reason this flit keeps His. And yes, he is His' keeper. He will try his hardest to give orders to His and usually he manges to be pretty convincing by promising that their goals are largely the same. They don't usually actually match up but this blue is pretty much the best little liar ever and has absolutely no guilt doing so to His.
To those this blue takes a genuine liking to - usually the well-meaning, naive types, presumably because he admires that trait in others...or perhaps pities them - he's almost saccharine in his sweetness to them. He will manipulate, steal, lie, cheat...in short, do anything for them. If they spurn his advances he becomes borderline homicidal - he will violently attack random people, firelizards, salamandyrs, etc. until he equally randomly decides they were delusional and tries again. His obsession with ones he likes means he tends not to chase females unless they happen to be one of his liked beings.
Other: He has a brown and cream colored Wild Avian named Mouse. (For which he should be shot for)
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Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (prefers men)
Rank: Wherhandler
Born: May 5, 2995
Physical Appearance: Tall, Dark and Handsome... are probably not the words you'd use to describe this man. In reality, Nautic is actually on the short side, averaging at around five foot six and a half when he's standing straight as a plank. Nautic has shoulder length blond hair that is normally tied back out of his face and away from his doe brown eyes. Handsome? Thy name is kinda sorta not Nautic. He's certainly not ugly, but he's not the drop dead gorgeous manly man either. In fact, his face is a bit feminine with his more rounded chin and slightly slanted eyes, not to mention his long eye lashes. But despite the softer appeal to his face, Nautic is all... man? (Though he looks pretty fabulous in a dress!)
Lean, compact muscle make up his calves and arms, and his well balanced chest does wonders under a tight shirt. Like most of the other people at the Weyr, Nautic is proportional to his height. Not gangly or rag dolly, or even stubby. Though there is a bit of stubble in his facial area. Nautic also has four long scars down his stomach, although not entirely verticle, they look as though they just might be. Nautic recieved these from Dmisk, a Blue Wher who had decided that he wasn't the right person for him and proceeded to push off of him... using his claws. The good side though, is that imiedietly after he impressed to his lovely Nautsk. The scars will forever remind him of the hatching, and therefore, he counts them as his lucky lines. He also has a few scars willy nilly around his arms and body from working in the Mine, as well as one near his right ankle from someone trying to cut him down from Nautsk's back.
(If one is to think of Nautic, one would most likely picture him in his signature outfit: A white and pink striped shirt with brown pants, a black belt that ties to the side, black knee or calf boots and a pink scarf. Pant color is subject to his whims.)
Personality: Nautic can be described in many ways, but flamboyant and caring are probably the first that will come to mind. Friendly and an outgoing individual, he is able to make friends with people he has just met. Nautic tends to attract people who are different and sometimes odd, you know- just the type who could be considered somewhat rebellious, or silly (whatever floats your boat as he likes to say). It was never a problem for Nautic to snuggle himself into the ranks of people around him, and more than likely, his name would be known because of his eccentric actions.
Very fair-minded and somewhat objective, he has extraordinary skills at organization, despite his childish outer casing and apparent clumsiness. He also excels in growing things, baking and knitting. Although he understands and (for the most part) adheres to the Ranking rules, Nautic will always find it hard not to treat the higher ups like he would anyone else. He's a bit cheeky at times when it comes down to it, but that is just what makes him... well, him.
When Nautic gets mad, he gets stormy. Grumbling and rumbling with his hands stuck into his pockets so as not to go punch something. He does his best to not lash out at the offender, but being a boy filled with testosterone, accidents happen. His glares are like lightening, and its best not to bother him around these times, he can't really control what he says to well.
History: : Born to Selenitas Dragonriding parents, Nautic was one of the lucky few children not to be fostered out to another family. The fact he lived with his parents didn't stop him from spending all his free time down in the Creche with the other Weyrbrats, even though he was often teased by the others because he looked different. When he was young, his height did in fact cause a small (pardon the pun) problem for him, because no matter how old he was the other children would force him to be last in whatever they were doing. After a few years of needling his way through the mock ranks of Weyrbratmanship, Nautic had finally been accepted as a valuable member of the gang. Often he would help lead or plan various 'missions' around the weyr, and helping to conquer their enemies when playing war.
Nautic was eleven when Shmee broke the Selenitas line, impressing Gold Aslath in stead of Sera's daughter. And although he was still too young to realize the shocking revelation, his parents did, both of them happy to be rid of the arrogant line, yet unsure as to whether or not the new Queenrider would be a good leader. Everything seemed to look up as Shmee took charge, the weyr began to look and act as if it had been born anew. Although Sera and her Dragon's death cast a shadow over the Weyr
When he was twelve, another Goldrider appeared, a woman by the name of Kaegan. She was young and hailed from Benden Weyr, trying to seek refuged from the war and the horrible repercussions of living at a militant Weyr.
At around the same time (give or take a few months), Fath rose again, laying a clutch of fourteen on the sands. Plus, the eggs looked sickly and damaged, which made the poison of doubt sink deeper and deeper. Not to much later, Fath's clutch hatched, producing mutants. Nautic had attended that hatching, and had been as horrified as the other attendees. Despite most of the hatchlings having problems, the Queen that had hatched seemed perfectly normal. Nautic afterward had compared her to a beacon light in the fog.
Not long afterward, Selenitas became increasingly involved with the Northern War. Aslath rose and nearly missed catching Salenth in flight, bringing the first active Weyrleader into sight in a long time. The Senior Queen's eggs were laid and hatched, but disaster struck when the Senior Weyrlings were massacred, leaving all but a few dead. Including Selenitas's only 'true' Junior Weyrwoman to be. He had befriended some of the Weyrlings, and had been crushed when he found out that so many had died, it took months to return his spirits back to normal.
Millieth rose and was caught by a mysterious Bronze who was later revealed to be a renegade Dragonpair, and soon laid a clutch of twelve. A few of her babies where born with disabilities, showing the weyr she had been exposed to some of the rumored Benden drugs... but fortunately, the mutations that appeared were not as bad as Fath's last clutch. Nautic's good spirits were quickly doused when the hatching was interrupted with the news of Shmee's abduction. He actually liked the Senior Weyrwoman, and this type of announcement was scary business for a young man to handle. Not to mention he had doubts whether or not the fragile Benden Runaway could run a Weyr in Shmee's absence, let alone at all.
When C'leon came, Nautic was frightened for not only his life but the lives of his Weyrwomen. Benden was more terrifying and evil than he had ever thought they could be, the show they put on for their amusement was certainly sign that they shouldn't be trifled with right? Wrong. Nautic was surprised when the Selenitas Riders quickly leapt into action to resist the Benden Raiders, quietly admiring the Dragon bondeds through his fear and shock. Even the Weyrlings were so brave! There was a small part of him that wished he could be a Rider, that he could be as Brave and cunning as them. But, he never had a real pull toward becoming a Candidate, not to mention he had never gotten searched as one.
Dragon clutches came and passed, Aslath then Millieth and then Aslath again. But he payed more attention to the Wher Runs and clutches, finding himself more intrigued with the inner workings of a Wher than that of their larger cousin. Failing to bond to a Wher the first time he tried, Nautic took it up to be a calling. He wasn't going to be tossed from both Dragon riding and Wherhandling all in one swoop! He had determination, and he /was/ eventually (he hoped) going to impress a Wher. He wanted to be useful to the Weyr, and he wanted a lifelong friend and companion at his side to do so.
Shmee's death came as a shock. Possibly, one of the biggest shocks that the Weyr had ever seen. Her death came quickly and seemingly out of nowhere, leaving Kaegan of Gold Millieth as the Senior Weyrwoman and Savitri of Gold Hepaticath as her Junior. Nautic's nervousness subsided when the correlation between the amount of sick and the toss tithed foods, began to show. It certainly was a nasty time of year, what with the rains and the hysterics of the poisonings... yet, when it all boiled down to it, it was just another challenge for the Selenitas Riders and Folk to step up and over.
As a Candidate life wasn't that bad. Sure, he'd been a Candidate since he was young, but at least you couldn't age out of being a Wher Candidate. A plus, he always claimed. This year, he had a feeling that it was going to be different from the humdrum of everyday candidate life. Candidate lessons started up again, and Nautic soon became close friends with two other Candidates. One, named Rusahare (or Rusa), and the other whose name was Anzalorin (or Anzy). Candidate lessons soon turned into a possitive mad house. Grapefruits, cross-dressing, and people impressing Salamandyrs. But sadly, for Nautic anyways, Rusa soon turned into R'ahre upon Impression of his Blue, Ahth. He was left alone, well not all the way alone because he still had Anzy to scheme with (which in hindsight was not the best idea to leave them alone, interupting Weyrling lessons and trying to save their comrades was... very them after all).
But as time passed, news even more exciting than his friend Impressing came up. A Wher clutch had been laid on the Sands by a wild Wherqueen. Nautic nearly had a fit of joy when he heard the news on the Gossip waves. If waiting for a clutch to hatch was hard on people, it was crushing for the Candidate. He had stood at the last Wild Wher hatching, and hadn't impressed. Now he had another chance! When the night of the Hatching came, Nautic was up and out the door within a few moments, his nerves waking him faster than they had the last time the situation arrived. To say he was excited was an understatement. During the course of the Hatching, a Blue Wherling reared back onto his hind legs and used Nautic as a balancing post so he could sniff his chest. In the end, the Blue (now known as Dmisk) decided he wasn't good enough and gifted him with four long claw marks down his stomach. Although he thought he might be down and out for the count, the Candidate soon realized that he was infact mistaken.
A Green Wherling had happily scuttled over to him almost imedietly after. She was extraordinarily cute, even for a lover of Whers. And thus, he gained Nautsk and his lucky scars! And the fact that Anzy had impressed a Blue had been a plus, another silver lining. Nautsk is his one and only, the hog of almost all of his attention (its true, he spoils her despite trying his best not to).
Wherlinghood -3013
Disapearences and deaths. What a way to go through Weyrlinghood. T'rid disappeared and K'roi died of a plague that seemed to infultrate every corner of the Weyr. In this time Nautic became a germaphobe, doing everything that he could /not/ to get sick. It didn't help that he wasn't making friends amung the Wherhandlers despite trying his best to befriend them. He was pretty sure that everyone thought he was an annoyance. It took him a long time to realize that Dmitri actually liked him, the BlueWherling was always so snarky that it was hard to tell. It wasn't soon after that he impressed his second pet, a Blue firelizard named Tizzy. The crazy thing believed it was a Salamandyr, Nautic mainly left that alone though, who was he to say anything about it.
Wherling to Wherhandler -3014
As the months ticked on, Nautic found himself flirting with the new Goldhandler, and Dmitri's friend, Eikane. It really seemed innocent at first but it was developing into something more... maybe. Selenitas River was poisoned, people were still disappearing and Ka'rys was knocked silly. Hepaticath rose and was caught by Ciceroth, producing a clutch of thirteen. Fort destroys High Reaches Weyr, causing a few High Reach escapees to flee to Selenitas.
Nautic, Nautsk and the other Wherhandlers were quick to help gaurd and protect the hatching grounds, where Selenitas people and Weyrlings were gathered to be kept safe. But Fort had other ideas when Selenitas refused to give up the refugees. In a blast of fire, Nautic was thrown off of his Green and slammed against the ground. Broken and severely injured, even now he doesn't remember much of what happened afterwards except waking up in the infirmary days later next to Dmitri, who had been horribley burned in the same flameblast. He was still healing when Hepaticath's clutch hatched. By the time the Southern Gather rolled around he was practically fit as a fiddle. It was at this gather that Eikane stepped up and kissed him. Needless to say Nautic was thrilled. It was also in this time that the Night Sentinal formed and he became the Minemaster of Selenitas.
New Regieme - 3015
Most of what went on before the Wasteland attack didn't concern Nautic, dragon hatchings and what not. But when Wasteland took over, Nautic was pretty sure that the Wherhandlers got the best treatment out of them all. None one got hurt, and no one (well... no one really) went out of their way to instigate fights. Nautic didn't loose anyone really important to him, with the exception of his Family friend K'sel and maybe Meira, to the Wastelander invasion. But it didn't stop him from grieving for those who had been lost or chased away. Hyphen Gather rolled around, and although he wasnt there that day, heard that some of the exiles had been spotted and killed. Eikask's clutch hatched after that, and a new generation of Handlers came into existance.
Right now Nautic is concerned with the fortifications of his Mining shafts, after they collapsed on his beloved Eikane and the Wherling class he had been leading at that time.
3016-3017
The Wherling class grew up and the fortifications to the mine were made, making it just about twice as safe as it had been before. But Nautic and the other people of Selenitas should have forseen the earthquake as a preemptive strike. For in 3017, almost a Turn to the day that the Wastelanders took over, a massive earthquake shook everything to its core. Nautic got forwarned by Nautsk as she woke up and nearly pulled him out of bed and onto the floor near her just before the shockwaves hit. Not that it did much difference. The Wherhandler barracks were perhaps the one place that didn't totally collapse, unlike many of the Rider's rooms. Some were sealed up so fully that encased dragons or humans simply passed out from oxygen loss and died. But most were saved in time thanks to the combined efforts of Whers and Dragons. Not more than what could have been an hour later, the Exiles appeared offering aid. And then, just like that, everyone was a Weyr yet again. Nautic, his mother and K'sel's mother found out that both of Marina's sons were safe. Which made the two older women happy. And so, life progressed in their new home.
3018-3023
A couple of things happened for nautic in these years. One, the mystery monster attacks. He was the Watch Cadre, therefore he had to lead the Watch and Gaurds into the middle of the jungle at night to search for whatever had killed Darmori and his Wher. They found them alright, and were attacked. They managed to take down a few but chased the rest off, but not before loosing Ceryl and Ceyrsk. He impressed Vain in this time as well, much to his forever annoyance... Oh and Eikask hatched another clutch, which included a new Gold Wher! A few months after that Eikane... PROPOSED! Nautic nearly died of happiness. No, really, his heart felt like it stopped for like a few seconds when his Weyrmate popped the question, and in the spring of 3018, they were Joined. Nautic likes to look at and play with his joining ring, as if they had still only just gotten hitched. It wasn't too long after that when the topic of babies came up, something he'd been wanting forever but could never really bring up because the Goldhandler didn't like babies. Eikane finally agreed, well, as long as they skipped the baby phase. Which was okay with Nautic and quickly he started to search.
But the opportunity didn't present herself until the latter half of 3018, when the fighting started again. Nautic's female friend, lost her husband to the war and needed to go back to Blossom because of strict family rules, but she couldn't bring her little girl with her since the family didn't accept her existance (they didn't approve of the marriage). Having known the woman for Turns, Nautic offered to adopt the toddler and raise her as his own. It was rather an abrupt adoption, but Eikane was soon as anamoured with Einata as Nautic was. 3019 rolled on by, Nautic and Nautsk took their turns helping with the War in the various ways they were needed, often leaving for long periods at a time. But, they always returned happily to their little family. When 3020 arrived and the fighting stopped, Nautic was more than happy to stay at home and let the shinies figure things out. The more time he could spend with his daughter the better. What he didn't appreciate though, was having to move... again. He'd never lived at a Hold in his life, ever, the Greenhandler was a Weyrfolk through and through. He had no idea how to fit in with Holdlife... the only upside was that they all got to move together. Also that Demi, Lena and their two kids were transfered to the same Hold, which meant that Einata got to grow up with Dileina and Emitre.
Time passed and things got to settling down, Nautic got used to Holdlife and Einata grew quickly into a child. Too quickly if you asked him. As the new Turn approaches, the Greenhandler can only think, what does 3023 have in store that has not already been done?
Wher: (Past Green)
Name: Nautsk
Age: 8 Turns
Color: Green (#0BDA51)
Impressed to: Nautic
Appearance: Small and squat, is Nautsk. This green wher is positively tiny, and Hers will have to watch out if he ever decides to ride her, for she’ll undoubtedly tire before long; her body is simply not big enough to hold any kind of stamina. But nonetheless, this wher is undeniably cute. Very squat, is she, with a thick body and appendages to match; a slightly squashed nose is complimented by large eyes that are best described as bug eyes; they do protrude slightly, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to most, this green can pull it off nicely enough – it gives her a definitely naïve appearance. A thick tail could be quite the weapon if used appropriately, but fortunately, nobody will be on the end of a smack from Nautsk – unless she’s asleep; her tail can complete quite the maneuvers in this case, as well as wings and the rest of her body; it’s not at all unusual for Nautsk to wake up in a completely different position than she fell asleep in, and Hers will simply have to get used to her thrashing. Short, wide wings will never carry Nautsk far; her gliding will be difficult at best, impossible at worst, and if she intends to get into the air, expect to have to train vigorously; her bulk simply cannot defy gravity with any ease.
Despite her struggles in the air, Nautsk has an odd sort of grace on the ground. It’s best described as a bustling kind of grace, the kind of quick, confident movement usually attributed to a mother or a cook in a hurry. Her legs are too short to move with real grace, but she does manage smooth shuffling movements that cover ground just as quickly, even if her legs will have to move much more often than might be desired. Fortunately, her pace is incredibly smooth, and if her handler ever does ride her, there will be scarcely any jolts as long as the ground underfoot isn’t too treacherous and Nautsk isn’t in any panic, for this green works to acquire this smoothness of pace. Doesn’t it make her look ever so much prettier? And it would please Hers if she was pretty, yes? When Nautsk throws caution and beauty to the winds and simply runs, her pace could not be more jolting; this green will end up moving in leaps and bounds. Beware; it’s enough to throw even the most accomplished rider to the ground after awhile.
Her coloring simply adds to the picture of motherly cheer that Nautsk gives off; a bright spring green is her hide, rich in shade. When Nautsk is exceptionally well-oiled, she not only gleams in the moonlight but also glows slightly. It’s quite like a pre-Run glow, and Hers can expect many a male to mistake her health for an imminent Run, but it’ll be quite obvious when Nautsk is expecting to Run, for the glow will be much brighter and she’ll actually glitter, even in the sparse light of the two moons. But multicolored Nautsk certainly is; as if to help her blend into the foliage of the wild, her hide is speckled, with varying shades of green, like a great hand threw a spray of freckles down on her from above, with the thickest gathering down her spine and the numbers decreasing visibly along her legs. Their shades do not vary too much from the base, even though there are quite a few of them in there, darker and lighter both. Her muzzle is comically freckled, too, the speckles gathering over her nose and one of them, larger than the rest, squarely in between her eyes, while another of the same size rests just shy of her left nostril. A springtime wher indeed…
Personality: Nautsk is without doubt an incredibly sweet wher. Even those who are not fond of whers will be hard-pressed not to like her, for this little green simply thrives on pleasing people and other whers, firelizards and salamandyrs and dragons alike. It seems that she simply cannot stand to see a person unhappy and will go out of her way to see to it that they are cheered up again, no matter what she has to do, be it something as simple as bring them a flower (something she will do as often as possible for Hers) to as complicated as trying to dance for them just to make them laugh, just once. Anything will do; she just cannot take the sight of someone that is truly unhappy for long. Nobody should be unhappy, ever! Hers, especially, Nautsk will never see unhappy without wanting to break down into tears herself – fortunately whers cannot cry – and she’ll become quite desperate to make sure he’s happy again as quickly as possible; it’s not unusual to catch sight of this wher running frantically back and forth across the Weyr looking for something – anything – that could possibly, possibly make somebody happy again, anyone from a bawling infant to an old crèche-woman.
Despite her sweet-tempered, others-before-self ways, Nautsk is without a doubt an intelligent creature. She can tell when she’s not wanted and she’ll respect those wishes, depressed though it will likely make her, and she seems good at reading humans and their emotions – much better than the average wher. Her connection with Hers will always be stronger than usual, too, emotions more pronounced and complex, and her reading of Hers much more deep than average. And indeed, Nautsk will often probe into Hers’ mind just to ‘check up’ on how he’s doing, make sure that nothing has happened between that check-up and the last. A paranoid little creature, she is not, but she is motherly in a fretting, sweet kind of way, and Hers is as good as her baby, to Nautsk, regardless of their age difference. And indeed, Nautsk will baby anything that desires, needs, or even vaguely wants such care; be it firelizard or darter, feline or tunnelsnake, Nautsk will gladly take it under her wing.
As she grows, this motherly streak will become more and more pronounced, to the point that she will want to take the clutches of queens under her wing. Perhaps they will take advantage of her, but more likely they will reject the attempts at care – and Nautsk will be quite broken-hearted, but it’s to be expected; not every queen dragon will take kindly to the idea of a green wher tending their clutch more diligently than they themselves! Fortunately, intelligence and understanding aside, Nautsk has a remarkably, contradictorily short memory span; grievances will rapidly fade into the dim, shadowy depths of her mind and be forgotten and as a result, Nautsk will bear no grudges. Her friends, however, those who can cope with her fussing over them constantly and crooning over them possessively, will be forever forefront in her mind; she loves all, and loves deeply.
Symphony Green Salamandyr
Color: Green #11C196
Gender: Female
Age: 9-ish
Physical Appearance: Long and lean is this salamandyr, her build most often emphasized when she stretches her body out to its fullest. She seems to be the physical exact of what a green salamandyr should look like in terms of build. Her body is proportioned well, with normal sized wings and a slightly longer than average tail that acts as an excellent anchor for climbing. Her frill is average sized with rough edges that make it look more threatening to some degree than most of her kind, and her little claws are naturally longer than average - adept for scratching, clawing and climbing. Her coloration is an elaborate mixture of blue and green hues, almost like foam off of the sea, though there's no denying what color she actually is. Lighter green spots form parallel markings down the line of her back, twisting elegantly. Each of these spots is very small and is unique to her in the respect that whenever this little female happens to lounge in direct sunlight, those spots shine iridescent; they are the only part of her hide to do so. Strangely, her underbelly is so light that it's almost white, and stands out starkly against the rest of her hide. The only exception is her frill, which is the exact same shade of light green, though the edges are lined with a near black shade that further emphasizes her size when she displays. Her threatening looks are nothing to scoff at!
Personality: This salamandyr will be perceived as strange by most people and for good reason. She babbles. A lot. Usually nonsense. She also has trouble walking and climbing, often stumbling around and falling over in a clumsy display she seems to find hysterically funny. Compliments and terms of endearment will be very common to her, as will physical affection. The source of all of this behavior comes from one very specific habit: drinking. This little female likes to sneak into the kitchens and filch wine, typically doing so by knocking over the wine bottles until they shatter, then licking the spill up until she's had her fill. Therefore, most of her waking time is spent inebriated; it only takes two licks for her to be the salamandyr equivalent of completely plastered. If for some reason she is incapable of acquiring said wine, her personality does a complete flip: rather than be friendly, sweet and easy going, this salamandyr hisses, spits, bites and clings, is fond of scratching, easily agitated, and those same compliments that flow from her with such affection (while intoxicated) become used as insults, often loud and for all to hear. She also will often flat out refuse to eat until she gets her way, and she's intelligent enough to find a way to acquire that which she wants... even if it means getting Hers and many others in trouble in the process. She's relentless when she's in search of her 'fix' - for better or worse.
Hidden Fire Blue
Name- Tizzy
Species- Firelizard
Color- Blue (#304888)
Age- 7-ish
Looks to- Nautic
Appearance- This blue is definitely a firelizard. Small in size, he looks constantly like a hatchling – a very skinny, kind of gangly hatchling, but a hatchling nonetheless, so small is he. His body is positively dwarfed by a head that appears to be far too large to be supported by the skinny, long neck that is almost always bowed just slightly, as if under the weight of his skull. However, that’s not to say that his head is fat – it’s not. Large eyes bulge slightly from the thin muzzle, extremely sharp eye ridges sliding back into short, thin head knobs. Very prominent are the ridges along his neck and tail, too, adding a touch of the masculine to an otherwise extremely thin body. His tail is proportioned almost as a Salamandyr’s might be, though, extraordinarily long and very whippy, and almost constantly in motion, twitching this way and that way. His wings, however, are neither Salamandyr- nor firelizard-proportioned – though undeniably they tend more towards the latter, being ridiculously oversized for his body. Crumpled membrane would undeniably carry this small, thin creature very easily indeed…if he ever used them.
In terms of color, however, this firelizard is decidedly unremarkable. A rather dark shade of blue sprawls across the hide that is stretched so tightly that it’s possible to count each rib, though he could never be mistaken for black under any circumstances. There is a tinge of purple to his color, just enough that when the light strikes it just right, and when he’s very, very well-oiled, highlights of a spectacular violet shade will streak across his negligible frame and make him quite something to look at – but such perfect conditions are rare. Almost nothing marks him out as special at all – nothing except the small white – dot, freckle, speck (take your pick; any of the above will describe it accurately) just shy of his left nostril. It’s small enough to go entirely unnoticed, but it’s definitely there.
Personality- Confused would be a good way to describe this firelizard. No, this blue is not of the opinion that he’s a green, nor a female at all – he is adamantly obsessed with the idea that he’s a Salamandyr. Though he’s usually very patient and sweet to almost everyone, rarely offering insult or even his own opinion, this blue is surprisingly short-tempered when it comes to his species. Oh, the Great Debate – he’s likely to stubbornly shun any who suggest he may actually be a firelizard (though they would definitely be right). No, he’s not one for shrilly and loudly opposing them; if they’re too silly to see that he’s clearly a Salamandyr, he simply does not deign to acknowledge that they exist. Most of the time, though, he is very affectionate, obedient, and responsive to His (and His alone; most others are viewed as not good enough: There’s a reason why he Chose the one he did!). There’s no disguising how pleased he is when attention is paid to him, though he by no means requires it and actually spends most of his time clinging to His’ shoulder like a very large, blue ornament of some sort.
And never, ever, will anyone see this blue flying. Ever. He refuses even to glide, and this means that – yes – he clambers around on all fours, occasionally flapping his wings for emphasis (to make up for his decided lack of frill), but otherwise they remain somnolent. Another oddity of this blue’s is that he will rarely chirp, croon, or flute without managing to twist the sound to make it more of a word than an actual sound. Very, very good at this, he is – almost ridiculously so; he’s almost parrot-like in his ability to mimic people. Despite his…species confusion, this blue is very intelligent and he seems to have a very good grasp on how to make people understand him; certainly his ability to ‘speak’ is a unique one. One that will draw many odd looks and confusion, but one that he’s very good at nonetheless. However, his imagework is even more intricate (his reasoning? If white Salamandyrs can do it, then he’s just a very special blue Salamandyr) and though he prefers to ‘speak’, if all else fails his imaging is always crystal clear.
Name: Vain
Impressed to: Nautic
Color: Blue #99EECC #9988DD
Age: 5-ish
Physical Appearance: Considering this blue's personality his appearance isn't too surprising. After all, others listen better to beauty and this blue embodies it. Beauty is not usually related to males but with his large eyes, pleasant face, and streamlined figure you can't call him anything else. He knows it, too, considering they way he is constantly posing. He often has his wings open, the near transparent wingsails just enhancing his beauty. His wings though are not quite as functional as he would like. He can fly but it's actually quite painful for him to do so, which results in minimal flying from him. He can glide without pain though.
This flitter is a pleasant, light shade of blue for a base for the most part. Over his back spreads a somewhat darker, bordering on purple colour like a blanket. His entire head is also this purple-y shade. What really makes him special though is his wings. As mentioned, they are surprisingly translucent, with only a slight shading of colour. His base colour and his 'blanket' colour combine in senseless swirls on his wingsails, allowing the light through in interesting patterns. His relatively simple colouring is nonetheless beautiful much like his form.
Personality: This blue's most noticeable trait is that he has an inflated sense of importance about himself. Clearly he is the most important thing at any given time. Unfortunately, he tends to purposefully make this true. Or try to anyways. Any lovers of His will be shown any image possible to break them up, any other mindmates will be horribly abused, and any other situation that takes precedence over himself he will attempt to top by causing his own scene. Usually harmful to others but not always. He would much rather smooth 'talk' his way through things than destroy things.
Oddly enough this flitter takes to certain people and actively dismisses or uses all others. His is, unfortunately, more used than he is loved. Love is not absent but neither is it the main reason this flit keeps His. And yes, he is His' keeper. He will try his hardest to give orders to His and usually he manges to be pretty convincing by promising that their goals are largely the same. They don't usually actually match up but this blue is pretty much the best little liar ever and has absolutely no guilt doing so to His.
To those this blue takes a genuine liking to - usually the well-meaning, naive types, presumably because he admires that trait in others...or perhaps pities them - he's almost saccharine in his sweetness to them. He will manipulate, steal, lie, cheat...in short, do anything for them. If they spurn his advances he becomes borderline homicidal - he will violently attack random people, firelizards, salamandyrs, etc. until he equally randomly decides they were delusional and tries again. His obsession with ones he likes means he tends not to chase females unless they happen to be one of his liked beings.
Other: He has a brown and cream colored Wild Avian named Mouse. (For which he should be shot for)
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