Post by neeuqtar on Mar 29, 2010 22:47:56 GMT -5
Killed In Wasteland Invasion
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Name: 'Reine, formerly Aubereine
Age: 19
~~Birthdate: 1 May 2995
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: Aubereine is shortish in height, standing at roughly 5’7” – perhaps 5’8” on a good day. Unlike most sailors, he is relatively lean, with a waist bound narrow by a bone corset which deformed the growth of his ribs to give him a mock-hourglass. Despite that, he still bears a decent amount of muscle, for nobody on a ship can be allowed to do no work at all. His hands are somewhat coarsened from saltwater and rope, but have been kept from building up serious callous through the liberal application of oils and lotions to keep his skin softer than that of the average sailor – that and the wearing of gloves when doing hard work which might damage his skin. Always clean-shaven (everywhere), Aubereine does not strike one as very masculine, despite technically being a sailor.
Reine’s hair goes down past his butt when unleashed, though that is rare. More often, he keeps it in a braid, or swept into various updos, usually making liberal use of pins and decorative combs. His dark brown waves tend to get tangled unless kept carefully controlled and prevented from blowing in the wind, something which caused him no little irritation aboard the Vanquish, particularly when he was required to keep his hair down on the whims of the captain or mates. Aubereine sports piercings in both ears, from which earbobs usually dangle, as well as an apadravya piercing. He often sports skirts and women’s clothing, as well as habitually darkening his lashed and lining his eyes. His style is flamboyant and has little to do with matching; the more color, the better. Necklaces are a common adornment, as well.
Scars: Whip-weals on his back.
Personality: Aubereine is something of a peacock. He loves color and jewelry, and often adorns himself with far too much of each – and activity which will be severely curtailed by the Southern heat. Loose, garishly colored skirts layered with sheer scarves are a favorite, as are ribbons wrapped around his ankles and arms. He almost always wears a corset – not to shape his waist further, but for support that his bone structure can’t offer him. He doesn’t seem to have any idea of clashing color, for though he has a relatively wide assortment of clothing, he happily matches everything with… everything. Though not usually one to offer his actual opinions – a dangerous activity as a slave – Aubereine is quick to compliment people, often in suggestive ways. With a natural attraction to both men and women, Aubereine is quite willing to share his favors, though around women he is rather disarmed as far as any sort of seduction goes. He is used to being the submissive partner and to being used, though with time he will come to enjoy the game of wooing. Who doesn’t like getting pretty things as presents?
Though Aubereine possesses a pair of stiletto knives, killing people – or even attempting to injure them – feels completely impossible. Quite frankly, the idea fills him with terror: an issue should he ever have to fight. His only capability of fighting is weak struggles and enormous brown sad eyes, though he is decently in shape and capable of doing heavy work -- mainly ropework and cleaning. His sense of humor is a bit dry and morbid at times, but Aubereine tries to find a good side to everything. It’s the only way that he’s survived and stayed sane all the Turns of his life.
History: Aubereine was born to a green wherhandler who worked in the Bitra mines, shortly before the Dragon Wars began. His mother, with little time to raise him and no certainty of his father (for her body was used by the minecrafters as surely as her wher was used in the mine), sent him to a richer cousin to be raised as soon as he could be weaned, giving him no name. The boy was named with no care for family relation; his name was simply a pleasing arrangement of sounds. For unbeknownst to his mother, Aubereine’s new caretakers were involved in the darker side of Bitra, the new (and secretive) business of selling humans much as one would sell any other good – except with the added facet of prostitution. But even if the wherhandler had known, it was unlikely she would have cared, save to gain a few coins to gamble away in the famous gambling-houses of Bitra.
From a young boy, Aubereine was trained for the pleasure-houses which lurked in dark corners of the darkest areas of Bitra, where even martial law hardly touched, save for soldiers to gamble and drink away their pay, or waste it on the technically-illegal art of pleasure of the battered souls who resided in the houses, bodies owned and rented to many. Nobody would want to buy broken goods, and Aubereine’s guardians chose to spare him the destruction of child prostitution. Instead, his body was forced into training corsets as he was taught to behave like a woman, from a swaying walk to a gentle voice and girlish laugh. The bitter winters were spent learning about how to tailor clothing and how to please a man – something he was told he would never be, despite possessing the requisite equipment. Aubereine had little difficulty with this idea, for though he despised corseting, he loved being pretty and being able to blend with the female population.
At eleven, Aubereine’s master decided that enough time and money had been spent on him – it was his turn, like the other specialty slaves which had made the family money, to be sold for the highest profit. But before he was sent to market, his master hired a healer who worked with the Bitran underworld to give the boy an apadravya piercing, to make him more desirable on the selling block. It wouldn’t interfere with the duties he would be called on as it healed, after all, and the price was little compared to the potential profit. Drugged with fellis, Aubereine woke from a dark and dreamy sleep to a holding cell and searing pain. Days later, he was sold at an underground auction to a sailor – the first mate of the pirate ship Vanquish, come in to Bitra for the express purpose of buying a boy for the sailors to slake their lusts on. Without the desire to waste redwort on a toy, the pirates used quickal to clean the piercing and stave off infection. Though painful, it worked, and Aubereine escaped infection to become the “woman” at sea – for a true woman would have been bad luck.
Though his treatment at the hands of the pirates was certainly not gentle, it was no worse than he truly expected. The Vanquish holed up in the Ring of Fire islands, rarely staying at any one port for long, and preyed on vessels which chose to cross the sea to the south. The sea was a wide place, and rarely patrolled by dragons; like may pirates, they escaped detection and lived a life of relative luxury. Aubereine – usually called Reine – did his duties and enjoyed the stolen riches when they had them. But such a life would not last forever. The captain died from a sea-‘snake’s bite, leaving the first mate in charge. The man claimed Aubereine for his own, an act that pitted him against the crew and, along with a bad run of storms, caused the crew to mutiny.
Putting into port at Southern Hold, the Vanquish’s new captain deemed that Aubereine – marked by whip scars for disobeying the overthrown captain – carried bad luck from the dead man. He could no longer stay aboard the ship. “Given shore leave,” a bewildered Aubereine put ashore during the Gather with his trunk of clothing and other possessions for a “few day’s stay, to relax”, only to be left behind as the Vanquish, stocked with food and water, shipped out with the tide.
After spending his few marks on food and housing, Aubereine was thrown out of the inn. Luckily for him, Peppeth and her rider Farryl came to his rescue, bringing him to the Weyr not only as flotsam, but as a Candidate. He Stood a se'enday later for Hepaticath's Ben & Jerry Clutch, and -- to his surprise -- Impressed a blue dragon, by the name of Madhavath.
Dragon
Name: Madhavath (from “Madhava” meaning “vernal, of the springtime”)
Age: newly hatched
Color: Blue ; 3016B0
Appearance: This little blue is almost embarrassingly feminine, a soft-edged male that is right about average in stature for his color. He will forever be in baby fat, a creature that is just on the slimmer side of chubby. His legs look a little too short as a result, even though the bones are no shorter than the average blue his size. The extra thickness in his tail gives him more strength on which to balance and wield, though it makes him look slightly heavier in the back end than the front. Underneath the layer of padding, though, is a fine layer of lean muscle that keeps him from being a complete pudgeball. His head and ridges are all gentle, blunted curves that lack real sharpness and definition. The only masculine parts on him are the long, sharp jet black claws that decorate each foot.
Madhavath’s feminine appearance is also apparent in his color, a dark purple-hinted blue that fades into a color near to black along his ridges and the centerline of his spine, as well as along the bones of his wings. The majority of his hide could best be referred to as stippling, as if tiny dots of purple and blue in a variety of dark shades were planted all over his hide in such a random pattern that anyone looking at Madhavath would be hard-pressed to find a boundary between the spots of blue and purple. His face is somewhat bizarre in appearance, though, as both his upper and lower ‘lips’ are mostly colored in purple hues, and the ridges over his eyes are a dark purpled blue. Poor Madhavath always looks like he is painted in make-up.
Given his slightly plumped frame, one would expect Madhavath to be slow in the air and on the ground, but the opposite is true. He is no more agile than the normal blue, but he hides a surprising amount of wing muscle in that slightly squishy body. Perhaps the little bit of added mass gives him speed in a dive, but Madhavath is quite the quick dragon in the air, so long as he’s not allowed to get lazy for prolonged periods of time. Keep him in good shape, and he’ll be an excellent addition to any wing. His stamina will never be anything of legend, but his speed and reliability will speak for themselves.
Personality: Madhavath is a curious mix of contradictions that will make the impatient or unfamiliar go insane. This lovely blue is very secure in himself… if by ‘himself’ you mean ’herself’. Madhavath’s will probably have to look there to check and make sure that all of the male parts are in place, since Madhavath will never refer to himself as male. He is a blue and a male, to be sure, and he will never deny that he is a beautiful blue. But he will always insist that he possesses female parts. That other blue is a female, so the logic follows that Madhavath is as well, right? Really, it just makes so much more sense if his pretty purple-blue self is a ‘her,’ right? Despite this, though, Madhavath seems to be attracted only to females, specifically greens. Golds are just a little out of his (her!) league, you see, so he enjoys the pretty, delicate greens that best exemplify their color. Nasty, ugly greens aren’t to be tolerated. They’re just not properly female.
In addition to being female in the brain, Madhavath is something of a performer. He is a proud creature and enjoys having an audience to appreciate his greatness. He seems to have an unusual fondness for singing, and though his warbles and crooning may sound nothing less than earsplitting as a hatching, his excellent hearing will inspire him to improve his vocal control as he ages. Singing dragon, anyone? His mindvoice possesses a bizarre sing-song tone to it, and he seems to be ‘singing’ even when half-asleep. His is well-advised to start learning how to distract him or shut him up, or there will be no peace for anyone nearby. Madhavath is not as discriminatory with his friends as he is with his love interests, and he will cheerfully broadcast his songs to anyone within hearing range, be they dragon or human. His friends will always find him exhaustingly and perhaps endearingly optimistic, always willing to look on the bright side of the situation.
Madhavath’s entire outlook on life, in fact, is that of the glass half-full. He seems to fully understand the concept of carpe diem and hates to spend any time at all in depression or exercising caution. That is a waste of time and talent on everyone’s part. He prefers the ‘jump first; think later’ philosophy that has him taking some risks that he probably shouldn’t be taking, but he judges that it is better to take a chance and lose than to never take that chance at all. Thankfully for all involved, though, Madhavath tends to take others’ risks just as well as his own. He is clever enough to know that he is not clever enough to be in charge, and so long as his wingleader knows how to handle Madhavath’s little problems, Madhavath will be a loyal and reliable member of the wing. His pride dictates that he must do his best and fulfill his responsibilities, even if it cuts into his own performance time. Happy wingmates make a better audience, after all.
Profile
Name: 'Reine, formerly Aubereine
Age: 19
~~Birthdate: 1 May 2995
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: Aubereine is shortish in height, standing at roughly 5’7” – perhaps 5’8” on a good day. Unlike most sailors, he is relatively lean, with a waist bound narrow by a bone corset which deformed the growth of his ribs to give him a mock-hourglass. Despite that, he still bears a decent amount of muscle, for nobody on a ship can be allowed to do no work at all. His hands are somewhat coarsened from saltwater and rope, but have been kept from building up serious callous through the liberal application of oils and lotions to keep his skin softer than that of the average sailor – that and the wearing of gloves when doing hard work which might damage his skin. Always clean-shaven (everywhere), Aubereine does not strike one as very masculine, despite technically being a sailor.
Reine’s hair goes down past his butt when unleashed, though that is rare. More often, he keeps it in a braid, or swept into various updos, usually making liberal use of pins and decorative combs. His dark brown waves tend to get tangled unless kept carefully controlled and prevented from blowing in the wind, something which caused him no little irritation aboard the Vanquish, particularly when he was required to keep his hair down on the whims of the captain or mates. Aubereine sports piercings in both ears, from which earbobs usually dangle, as well as an apadravya piercing. He often sports skirts and women’s clothing, as well as habitually darkening his lashed and lining his eyes. His style is flamboyant and has little to do with matching; the more color, the better. Necklaces are a common adornment, as well.
Scars: Whip-weals on his back.
Personality: Aubereine is something of a peacock. He loves color and jewelry, and often adorns himself with far too much of each – and activity which will be severely curtailed by the Southern heat. Loose, garishly colored skirts layered with sheer scarves are a favorite, as are ribbons wrapped around his ankles and arms. He almost always wears a corset – not to shape his waist further, but for support that his bone structure can’t offer him. He doesn’t seem to have any idea of clashing color, for though he has a relatively wide assortment of clothing, he happily matches everything with… everything. Though not usually one to offer his actual opinions – a dangerous activity as a slave – Aubereine is quick to compliment people, often in suggestive ways. With a natural attraction to both men and women, Aubereine is quite willing to share his favors, though around women he is rather disarmed as far as any sort of seduction goes. He is used to being the submissive partner and to being used, though with time he will come to enjoy the game of wooing. Who doesn’t like getting pretty things as presents?
Though Aubereine possesses a pair of stiletto knives, killing people – or even attempting to injure them – feels completely impossible. Quite frankly, the idea fills him with terror: an issue should he ever have to fight. His only capability of fighting is weak struggles and enormous brown sad eyes, though he is decently in shape and capable of doing heavy work -- mainly ropework and cleaning. His sense of humor is a bit dry and morbid at times, but Aubereine tries to find a good side to everything. It’s the only way that he’s survived and stayed sane all the Turns of his life.
History: Aubereine was born to a green wherhandler who worked in the Bitra mines, shortly before the Dragon Wars began. His mother, with little time to raise him and no certainty of his father (for her body was used by the minecrafters as surely as her wher was used in the mine), sent him to a richer cousin to be raised as soon as he could be weaned, giving him no name. The boy was named with no care for family relation; his name was simply a pleasing arrangement of sounds. For unbeknownst to his mother, Aubereine’s new caretakers were involved in the darker side of Bitra, the new (and secretive) business of selling humans much as one would sell any other good – except with the added facet of prostitution. But even if the wherhandler had known, it was unlikely she would have cared, save to gain a few coins to gamble away in the famous gambling-houses of Bitra.
From a young boy, Aubereine was trained for the pleasure-houses which lurked in dark corners of the darkest areas of Bitra, where even martial law hardly touched, save for soldiers to gamble and drink away their pay, or waste it on the technically-illegal art of pleasure of the battered souls who resided in the houses, bodies owned and rented to many. Nobody would want to buy broken goods, and Aubereine’s guardians chose to spare him the destruction of child prostitution. Instead, his body was forced into training corsets as he was taught to behave like a woman, from a swaying walk to a gentle voice and girlish laugh. The bitter winters were spent learning about how to tailor clothing and how to please a man – something he was told he would never be, despite possessing the requisite equipment. Aubereine had little difficulty with this idea, for though he despised corseting, he loved being pretty and being able to blend with the female population.
At eleven, Aubereine’s master decided that enough time and money had been spent on him – it was his turn, like the other specialty slaves which had made the family money, to be sold for the highest profit. But before he was sent to market, his master hired a healer who worked with the Bitran underworld to give the boy an apadravya piercing, to make him more desirable on the selling block. It wouldn’t interfere with the duties he would be called on as it healed, after all, and the price was little compared to the potential profit. Drugged with fellis, Aubereine woke from a dark and dreamy sleep to a holding cell and searing pain. Days later, he was sold at an underground auction to a sailor – the first mate of the pirate ship Vanquish, come in to Bitra for the express purpose of buying a boy for the sailors to slake their lusts on. Without the desire to waste redwort on a toy, the pirates used quickal to clean the piercing and stave off infection. Though painful, it worked, and Aubereine escaped infection to become the “woman” at sea – for a true woman would have been bad luck.
Though his treatment at the hands of the pirates was certainly not gentle, it was no worse than he truly expected. The Vanquish holed up in the Ring of Fire islands, rarely staying at any one port for long, and preyed on vessels which chose to cross the sea to the south. The sea was a wide place, and rarely patrolled by dragons; like may pirates, they escaped detection and lived a life of relative luxury. Aubereine – usually called Reine – did his duties and enjoyed the stolen riches when they had them. But such a life would not last forever. The captain died from a sea-‘snake’s bite, leaving the first mate in charge. The man claimed Aubereine for his own, an act that pitted him against the crew and, along with a bad run of storms, caused the crew to mutiny.
Putting into port at Southern Hold, the Vanquish’s new captain deemed that Aubereine – marked by whip scars for disobeying the overthrown captain – carried bad luck from the dead man. He could no longer stay aboard the ship. “Given shore leave,” a bewildered Aubereine put ashore during the Gather with his trunk of clothing and other possessions for a “few day’s stay, to relax”, only to be left behind as the Vanquish, stocked with food and water, shipped out with the tide.
After spending his few marks on food and housing, Aubereine was thrown out of the inn. Luckily for him, Peppeth and her rider Farryl came to his rescue, bringing him to the Weyr not only as flotsam, but as a Candidate. He Stood a se'enday later for Hepaticath's Ben & Jerry Clutch, and -- to his surprise -- Impressed a blue dragon, by the name of Madhavath.
Dragon
Name: Madhavath (from “Madhava” meaning “vernal, of the springtime”)
Age: newly hatched
Color: Blue ; 3016B0
Appearance: This little blue is almost embarrassingly feminine, a soft-edged male that is right about average in stature for his color. He will forever be in baby fat, a creature that is just on the slimmer side of chubby. His legs look a little too short as a result, even though the bones are no shorter than the average blue his size. The extra thickness in his tail gives him more strength on which to balance and wield, though it makes him look slightly heavier in the back end than the front. Underneath the layer of padding, though, is a fine layer of lean muscle that keeps him from being a complete pudgeball. His head and ridges are all gentle, blunted curves that lack real sharpness and definition. The only masculine parts on him are the long, sharp jet black claws that decorate each foot.
Madhavath’s feminine appearance is also apparent in his color, a dark purple-hinted blue that fades into a color near to black along his ridges and the centerline of his spine, as well as along the bones of his wings. The majority of his hide could best be referred to as stippling, as if tiny dots of purple and blue in a variety of dark shades were planted all over his hide in such a random pattern that anyone looking at Madhavath would be hard-pressed to find a boundary between the spots of blue and purple. His face is somewhat bizarre in appearance, though, as both his upper and lower ‘lips’ are mostly colored in purple hues, and the ridges over his eyes are a dark purpled blue. Poor Madhavath always looks like he is painted in make-up.
Given his slightly plumped frame, one would expect Madhavath to be slow in the air and on the ground, but the opposite is true. He is no more agile than the normal blue, but he hides a surprising amount of wing muscle in that slightly squishy body. Perhaps the little bit of added mass gives him speed in a dive, but Madhavath is quite the quick dragon in the air, so long as he’s not allowed to get lazy for prolonged periods of time. Keep him in good shape, and he’ll be an excellent addition to any wing. His stamina will never be anything of legend, but his speed and reliability will speak for themselves.
Personality: Madhavath is a curious mix of contradictions that will make the impatient or unfamiliar go insane. This lovely blue is very secure in himself… if by ‘himself’ you mean ’herself’. Madhavath’s will probably have to look there to check and make sure that all of the male parts are in place, since Madhavath will never refer to himself as male. He is a blue and a male, to be sure, and he will never deny that he is a beautiful blue. But he will always insist that he possesses female parts. That other blue is a female, so the logic follows that Madhavath is as well, right? Really, it just makes so much more sense if his pretty purple-blue self is a ‘her,’ right? Despite this, though, Madhavath seems to be attracted only to females, specifically greens. Golds are just a little out of his (her!) league, you see, so he enjoys the pretty, delicate greens that best exemplify their color. Nasty, ugly greens aren’t to be tolerated. They’re just not properly female.
In addition to being female in the brain, Madhavath is something of a performer. He is a proud creature and enjoys having an audience to appreciate his greatness. He seems to have an unusual fondness for singing, and though his warbles and crooning may sound nothing less than earsplitting as a hatching, his excellent hearing will inspire him to improve his vocal control as he ages. Singing dragon, anyone? His mindvoice possesses a bizarre sing-song tone to it, and he seems to be ‘singing’ even when half-asleep. His is well-advised to start learning how to distract him or shut him up, or there will be no peace for anyone nearby. Madhavath is not as discriminatory with his friends as he is with his love interests, and he will cheerfully broadcast his songs to anyone within hearing range, be they dragon or human. His friends will always find him exhaustingly and perhaps endearingly optimistic, always willing to look on the bright side of the situation.
Madhavath’s entire outlook on life, in fact, is that of the glass half-full. He seems to fully understand the concept of carpe diem and hates to spend any time at all in depression or exercising caution. That is a waste of time and talent on everyone’s part. He prefers the ‘jump first; think later’ philosophy that has him taking some risks that he probably shouldn’t be taking, but he judges that it is better to take a chance and lose than to never take that chance at all. Thankfully for all involved, though, Madhavath tends to take others’ risks just as well as his own. He is clever enough to know that he is not clever enough to be in charge, and so long as his wingleader knows how to handle Madhavath’s little problems, Madhavath will be a loyal and reliable member of the wing. His pride dictates that he must do his best and fulfill his responsibilities, even if it cuts into his own performance time. Happy wingmates make a better audience, after all.
