Post by absinthe on Nov 1, 2009 10:48:31 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name: Junaes
Age: 18 Turns (born July 12, 2995)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Broad, lean, muscled, tall… all of these are very accurate descriptors for Junaes. Standing at an even 6’, he’s already slightly above average height for a Pernese man. Given that he has some growing yet to do, he will be taller, possibly topping out around 6’2 by his mid-twenties. His build is one that seems to be made for dragon riding, both lean but broad… wide shoulders and a somewhat broad torso are lined with enough muscle to make him look solid, but not bulky. His waist is perfectly flat but finely sculpted. Abs are well-defined but not grossly overdone. His shoulders are wide enough so that they’re in proportion to his body, but nothing exceptional. Arms and legs are proportionately muscled; his hands are large and somewhat rough, a sign that he’s no stranger to hard work. Junaes has a face that is rather long, with strong almost square jawlines that lead up to small ears and down to a pointed chin. His eyes are somewhat large but narrow in a nearly feline-like manner. They’re quite interesting, being a blue so pale that they’re a stark contrast to his skin and hair.
With those eyes, Junaes would look positively frosty if he were fair. Fortunately his skin boasts a rich olive tone that seems as if it is likely to be at least partially hereditary but no doubt is aided along by the Southern sun. His hair is kept short, although it’s long enough that he can easily run his fingers through it and stand it on end. It’s a medium brown in color and varies greatly although this is more readily noticed when his hair is longer. However, it’s impossible not to notice some of the lighter colors in his hair even now. It ranges in shades from medium brown to an almost platinum blond, no doubt helped along by Rukbat’s rays. He is a young man that seems to exude perfect health and a love of being outdoors.
Clothing wise, Junaes typically wears clothes that fit him well; nothing too tight but nothing too big either. If something doesn’t fit him right, he’s not above having it tailored or even adjusting it himself if he’s short a few marks. His clothes are classified by work clothes or “grungies”, every day clothes, and his Gather attire. Lighter colors seem to flatter him the most; reds, yellows, and some greens, although a pale turquoise will really bring out his eyes. It isn’t uncommon to see him in earthen tones as well. Really, Junaes is less worried about the color of his clothes; if it fits him and it doesn’t clash or otherwise pose a problem, odds are he’ll wear it.
Personality:
It would be quite easy to take one look at Junaes and dismiss him as the sort of person who is outgoing and popular, but not really all that bright. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Junaes is not the most outgoing person, although to say he’s introverted wouldn’t be accurate either. He’s actually rather quiet much of the time, choosing to sit back and watch people go about their days. If he finds them interesting enough, he’ll approach someone at his own pace. However he’s certainly not opposed to someone approaching him either. He’s not people-phobic at all; in fact, Junaes is somewhat fascinated by people. It’s a trait that has been with him since he was old enough to walk. He breaks the stereotype of the active young man, often spending his free time lounging comfortably somewhere and pondering on life’s mysteries.
This is perhaps his most obvious trait, this quiet but passionate curiosity about… well, everything. Junaes finds the world in general to be an interesting place, and it’s this thirst for knowledge that has proven to be as much of a curse as a gift. It’s not uncommon for him to stay up nights reading a particularly interesting tome or record scroll, then be quite reluctant to get up the next morning as a result. Despite this curiosity (or perhaps because of it), it is very easy for Junaes to come off as indifferent and even cold to others. He does enjoy spending time on his own to study, but at the same time he doesn’t mind company. He is a workaholic in almost every sense. Whether it’s a lesson or a chore or a personal project, Junaes is unlikely to quit until he’s finished with whatever task he’s been given.
Workaholism aside, Junaes tends to be a very laid-back individual. It’s nearly impossible to get under his skin. Level-headed and logical, he’s not likely to get emotional under stress or panic in an emergency. He could often be mistaken as a bit slow in the head, as he actually takes the time to sit back and think about a situation before acting on it. And while this has put him at a disadvantage a few times, for the most part it works out for the better. In general, he’s the sort of person who gets attached to someone relatively easily, but due to his quiet nature, go months or even years without giving any kind of indication as to what he’s feeling. True friends seem to be hard to come by for him, and romantic interests? Pfft. Even if Junaes were harboring a crush on someone, it’s unlikely that even he would notice until something very unusual—such as a bout of jealousy—occurred. The thought of romance is somewhat disturbing for Juneus anyway. He’s not exactly awkward around girls… in fact he usually gets along quite well with the young ladies.
It’s the males he’s awkward with. And he’s not sure why. Truthfully, Junaes finds himself just as attracted to other men as he is to women. Since this was generally frowned upon where he grew up, the young man is rather… disturbed by the whole thing. It’s not uncommon for him to be daydreaming in another lad’s general direction before catching himself and leaving altogether. It’s an aspect that he’s not comfortable with just yet; he isn’t willing to admit that he’s bisexual, or even just entertain the idea thanks to the sort of upbringing he’s had.
History:
Born and raised in Hyphen Hold, Junaes was the only child of a fisherman and his wife. His mother did some general work with cloth and such materials, including some weaving and sewing although she never actually took it up as a Craft. His parents were hard-working, simple people, and they raised their son to be the same. Just the year after he was born, war broke out in the north, and so Junaes grew up hearing tales and rumors of bloody battles and betrayal. But being so young at the time, the boy had no idea of the significance of these events. His intense curiosity about the world in general became apparent even at a very young age. His mother rarely got any work done, as she was constantly getting up to fetch Junaes after he fell into a vat of dye, or upended a basin of soapy cleaning water onto himself. Such occurrences were common as the little boy seemed determined to explore every nook and cranny of his then-small world.
As he grew older, the curiosity did not subside. Nor did the mishaps as a result, although the manner of mischief he got into changed somewhat. Despite his inquisitiveness (or perhaps because of it), Junaes was a very active boy. As soon as he could walk his mother was giving him small tasks to carry out in hopes of keeping him busy. His inquisitive mind was a double-edged blade; even as a boy he had to analyze everything, take it apart and see how it worked and why. Only when he understood as much as he possibly could and all his answers were satisfied would he complete the task he’d been given, though once he actually started, it was usually a rather quick job.
By the time he was eleven Turns old, Thread had begun falling again. It was a troubling and perplexing time for the hold as no one understood why this was happening again. Being that he was for the most part the ‘weird kid’ who kept to himself, Juneus didn’t lose any friends to the unexpected Fall, although several people perished. To make matters slightly worse, the Weyr was demanding the mining of firestone from Hyphen. Many of the men in the Hold were put to the mines, and as a result Junaes got to go out on the boat with his father, whose crew had been mostly removed to mine the precious firestone that kept the Hold safe. Political maneuvering in the Weyr went largely unnoticed by the boy, who was too young to take an interest in such things, even with his intense curiosity. Despite the danger it presented, he was a nearly constant fixture on his father’s fishing boat throughout much of his teens.
But as he grew older Junaes began to pay more attention to the world around him and for a young boy, it didn’t seem all that fantastic of a world at the moment. The war in the north was worsening, and if the happenings at Selenitas Weyr were any indication, they were determined to bring the war to Southern. This didn’t sit well with him, not at all. Most people at the Hold only seemed interested from a gossiping standpoint; so far it seemed as if all of the attacks were directed at the Weyr, so why should they worry? But Junaes didn’t see why they SHOULDN’T worry. What would happen if northerners took over the Weyr they were beholden to?
It didn’t seem likely though; Selenitas was either lucky or inhabited by incredibly strong (or maybe just stubborn) people. By the time he was fifteen Turns old, Junaes was as engrossed in the Weyr and its goings on as he’d ever been in anything before. Unfortunately, his interest in Selenitas Weyr fizzled drastically when his mother began to sicken. Junaes was still an only child, but not for lack of trying; his mother had conceived several times over the Turns but the pregnancies had all resulted in either miscarriages or still births and had taken a toll on the woman. He was fifteen when she died of poor health, leaving her son and her husband to each other’s company.
His father grieved and eventually became bitter over the loss of his wife. Junaes, unsure of how to reach out and comfort the man or if it was even possible, retreated into himself, growing quiet and simply obeying whatever orders were barked at him by his father. News from Selenitas continued to reach the Hold, but Junaes was paying little attention at this point. For several Turns it was just him and his father, and Junaes would often alternate between fishing and mining when he became old enough and strong enough to mine the firestone. His days were filled with hard labor and at night he fell into his furs and slept the deep, dreamless sleep of the truly exhausted. Still, it wasn’t a bad life, merely a hard one.
Junaes was now eighteen Turns old, and his eighteenth Turn brought many things. Early in the Turn his father came down with a bad case of pneumonia after a particularly brutal storm. Junaes nursed the old man as best he could, but despite his best efforts and reading everything he could possibly get his hands on about the subject, his father passed away in the middle of a quiet spring night, leaving his son alone in the world. Saddened by the loss of his father, Junaes turned to work to ease the grief, as well as the news from Selenitas. Even after the shocking attacks, life went on. Clutches were laid and hatched, Searches were conducted and likely young people were taken away on dragonback. It was only when a girl he’d shared his furs with a time or two was Searched did Junaes really give serious thought to actually going to the Weyr. It was quickly put off, however, as he mistakenly believed himself to be too old to Stand for one of the magnificent clutches.
Just before his eighteenth birthing day, a brown dragon visited the mine to pick up a load of firestone. Junaes was working that day, and he brought the load of firestone out to the waiting beast. It was something he’d done time and again but this time it was different. He felt the dragon’s keen interest in him and couldn’t help but give continual glances to the brown’s rider. The brown was a handsome beast, although Junaes was more attracted to his rider. Embarrassed, he redirected his thoughts and turned to leave once the sacks of firestone were properly secured. However, he was stopped when the rider called out to him, asking his age. Mildly puzzled and not a little curious, Junaes answered the other young man, who offered him a brief explanation and the offer to come to the Weyr and stand for the next clutch.
Awed and quite frankly stunned, it took Junaes a few moments to decide, although even for him it was a quick decision. Although the Hold was home, there was nothing left for him there. His parents were dead and he had no other family or reason to stay. Having made up his mind, Junaes gathered his belongings and hopped a dragon to Selenitas without so much as a backward glance.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): J’naes
Queen Only? (Females Only): Sure, why not? ;D
Desired Dragon Color: Any; not fussed.
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon plz
Name: Creampuff
Color: Blue #A2CEF3
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: Tweedledee
Written by: Avu
Looks to: Junaes
Physical Appearance: A very chubby little creature, this blue, without being obscenely overweight: A layer of fat glosses over his entire body, rounding out every angle into a gentle curve and completely hiding any muscle that may (or, more likely, may not) develop on this firelizard’s body. It’s very easy to associate this plump firelizard with a baby – for he looks very youthful, and it’s unlikely that he’ll ever grow out of this appearance, or loose an ounce of the “baby fat”. Fortunately for him, he looks undeniably cute in a way that simply could not be achieved without a little bit of excess fat: a very small head with large eyes gives him a decidedly innocent cast, especially since his head knobs are rather short and kind of knobby at the ends: They look very much like an elongated doorknob of some kind. His entire body is on the short side, too; sturdy legs are tipped with needle-sharp claws that offset his “cuddly” appearance, and a short, thick tail and short, wide wings tops off this blue.
A pale blue shade gleams over this firelizard’s hide. It’s not pale enough to be mistaken for white, but it’s still on the light side of the spectrum. The shade in question? A distinctly violet-hued blue; indeed, this firelizard is almost a pale indigo color, so purple-shaded in his hide. A darker shade of blue that lacks the violet tinge rims both eyes, just thick enough around each of this blue’s eyes to be seen, as if to emphasize the size of them. A single, straight trickle of the same dark color marks the very tip of his muzzle, directly in the center where his nostrils are. Also in the dark blue is a line that trails down his spine, from the tip of the first of his neck ridges all the way down to the very tip of his tail. While his markings are undeniably interesting, the most noticeable thing about this blue is the fact that he’s absolutely identical to his favorite clutchbrother – the Poor Fool Blue.
Personality: The one thing about this blue that will stand out the most, above all else, will doubtless be his fondness for the Poor Fool Blue – he cannot seem to go a day without seeing his brother; if he does, he’ll end up sulking – and he is not the only one who must go to see his clutchbrother, no – he will insist on his Bonded also going to see his blue brother’s Bonded – and if he can somehow force them into becoming as inseparable as he and his brother are, then all the better! Never, does it seem, will this blue tire of his clutchbrother’s company, even though he chirps and chatters almost incessantly when around said brother, with the occasional flute and croon thrown in for good measure. Amusingly enough, his blue clutchbrother is the only one he displays this behavior around; he’s always at his happiest in the company of his blue brother: It seems that his very existence rotates around making sure that his blue clutchbrother is right next to him, and, at all costs, making sure he knows that he’s perfect.
However, whether or not his clutchbrother is there, this blue is very much a coward: The idea of being hurt or being scolded or humiliated will be enough to have him cringing, or downright panicking. Never will this blue enter a fight; he’d rather be called a coward any day than actually get into a fight – it might hurt! Neither will he ever argue with anybody, especially not his brother, and it’s likely that his entire opinion can change in a matter of seconds if somebody asks him to. The only thing that will absolutely not change is that his blue clutchbrother is the most amazing firelizard ever – and that he likes to be told stories: The one thing that can take his mind (however briefly) off of the Poor Fool Blue is a story; he seems to especially like the stories that can be told in the form of a song, for in such a case, it’s very possible for him to flute along to the melody – very musical, does his voice sound. Not only does he like to listen to stories, however, but he likes to tell them, in the form of gesturing with his wings and enthusiastic crooning and chattering.
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Humans:
Name: Junaes
Age: 18 Turns (born July 12, 2995)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Broad, lean, muscled, tall… all of these are very accurate descriptors for Junaes. Standing at an even 6’, he’s already slightly above average height for a Pernese man. Given that he has some growing yet to do, he will be taller, possibly topping out around 6’2 by his mid-twenties. His build is one that seems to be made for dragon riding, both lean but broad… wide shoulders and a somewhat broad torso are lined with enough muscle to make him look solid, but not bulky. His waist is perfectly flat but finely sculpted. Abs are well-defined but not grossly overdone. His shoulders are wide enough so that they’re in proportion to his body, but nothing exceptional. Arms and legs are proportionately muscled; his hands are large and somewhat rough, a sign that he’s no stranger to hard work. Junaes has a face that is rather long, with strong almost square jawlines that lead up to small ears and down to a pointed chin. His eyes are somewhat large but narrow in a nearly feline-like manner. They’re quite interesting, being a blue so pale that they’re a stark contrast to his skin and hair.
With those eyes, Junaes would look positively frosty if he were fair. Fortunately his skin boasts a rich olive tone that seems as if it is likely to be at least partially hereditary but no doubt is aided along by the Southern sun. His hair is kept short, although it’s long enough that he can easily run his fingers through it and stand it on end. It’s a medium brown in color and varies greatly although this is more readily noticed when his hair is longer. However, it’s impossible not to notice some of the lighter colors in his hair even now. It ranges in shades from medium brown to an almost platinum blond, no doubt helped along by Rukbat’s rays. He is a young man that seems to exude perfect health and a love of being outdoors.
Clothing wise, Junaes typically wears clothes that fit him well; nothing too tight but nothing too big either. If something doesn’t fit him right, he’s not above having it tailored or even adjusting it himself if he’s short a few marks. His clothes are classified by work clothes or “grungies”, every day clothes, and his Gather attire. Lighter colors seem to flatter him the most; reds, yellows, and some greens, although a pale turquoise will really bring out his eyes. It isn’t uncommon to see him in earthen tones as well. Really, Junaes is less worried about the color of his clothes; if it fits him and it doesn’t clash or otherwise pose a problem, odds are he’ll wear it.
Personality:
It would be quite easy to take one look at Junaes and dismiss him as the sort of person who is outgoing and popular, but not really all that bright. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Junaes is not the most outgoing person, although to say he’s introverted wouldn’t be accurate either. He’s actually rather quiet much of the time, choosing to sit back and watch people go about their days. If he finds them interesting enough, he’ll approach someone at his own pace. However he’s certainly not opposed to someone approaching him either. He’s not people-phobic at all; in fact, Junaes is somewhat fascinated by people. It’s a trait that has been with him since he was old enough to walk. He breaks the stereotype of the active young man, often spending his free time lounging comfortably somewhere and pondering on life’s mysteries.
This is perhaps his most obvious trait, this quiet but passionate curiosity about… well, everything. Junaes finds the world in general to be an interesting place, and it’s this thirst for knowledge that has proven to be as much of a curse as a gift. It’s not uncommon for him to stay up nights reading a particularly interesting tome or record scroll, then be quite reluctant to get up the next morning as a result. Despite this curiosity (or perhaps because of it), it is very easy for Junaes to come off as indifferent and even cold to others. He does enjoy spending time on his own to study, but at the same time he doesn’t mind company. He is a workaholic in almost every sense. Whether it’s a lesson or a chore or a personal project, Junaes is unlikely to quit until he’s finished with whatever task he’s been given.
Workaholism aside, Junaes tends to be a very laid-back individual. It’s nearly impossible to get under his skin. Level-headed and logical, he’s not likely to get emotional under stress or panic in an emergency. He could often be mistaken as a bit slow in the head, as he actually takes the time to sit back and think about a situation before acting on it. And while this has put him at a disadvantage a few times, for the most part it works out for the better. In general, he’s the sort of person who gets attached to someone relatively easily, but due to his quiet nature, go months or even years without giving any kind of indication as to what he’s feeling. True friends seem to be hard to come by for him, and romantic interests? Pfft. Even if Junaes were harboring a crush on someone, it’s unlikely that even he would notice until something very unusual—such as a bout of jealousy—occurred. The thought of romance is somewhat disturbing for Juneus anyway. He’s not exactly awkward around girls… in fact he usually gets along quite well with the young ladies.
It’s the males he’s awkward with. And he’s not sure why. Truthfully, Junaes finds himself just as attracted to other men as he is to women. Since this was generally frowned upon where he grew up, the young man is rather… disturbed by the whole thing. It’s not uncommon for him to be daydreaming in another lad’s general direction before catching himself and leaving altogether. It’s an aspect that he’s not comfortable with just yet; he isn’t willing to admit that he’s bisexual, or even just entertain the idea thanks to the sort of upbringing he’s had.
History:
Born and raised in Hyphen Hold, Junaes was the only child of a fisherman and his wife. His mother did some general work with cloth and such materials, including some weaving and sewing although she never actually took it up as a Craft. His parents were hard-working, simple people, and they raised their son to be the same. Just the year after he was born, war broke out in the north, and so Junaes grew up hearing tales and rumors of bloody battles and betrayal. But being so young at the time, the boy had no idea of the significance of these events. His intense curiosity about the world in general became apparent even at a very young age. His mother rarely got any work done, as she was constantly getting up to fetch Junaes after he fell into a vat of dye, or upended a basin of soapy cleaning water onto himself. Such occurrences were common as the little boy seemed determined to explore every nook and cranny of his then-small world.
As he grew older, the curiosity did not subside. Nor did the mishaps as a result, although the manner of mischief he got into changed somewhat. Despite his inquisitiveness (or perhaps because of it), Junaes was a very active boy. As soon as he could walk his mother was giving him small tasks to carry out in hopes of keeping him busy. His inquisitive mind was a double-edged blade; even as a boy he had to analyze everything, take it apart and see how it worked and why. Only when he understood as much as he possibly could and all his answers were satisfied would he complete the task he’d been given, though once he actually started, it was usually a rather quick job.
By the time he was eleven Turns old, Thread had begun falling again. It was a troubling and perplexing time for the hold as no one understood why this was happening again. Being that he was for the most part the ‘weird kid’ who kept to himself, Juneus didn’t lose any friends to the unexpected Fall, although several people perished. To make matters slightly worse, the Weyr was demanding the mining of firestone from Hyphen. Many of the men in the Hold were put to the mines, and as a result Junaes got to go out on the boat with his father, whose crew had been mostly removed to mine the precious firestone that kept the Hold safe. Political maneuvering in the Weyr went largely unnoticed by the boy, who was too young to take an interest in such things, even with his intense curiosity. Despite the danger it presented, he was a nearly constant fixture on his father’s fishing boat throughout much of his teens.
But as he grew older Junaes began to pay more attention to the world around him and for a young boy, it didn’t seem all that fantastic of a world at the moment. The war in the north was worsening, and if the happenings at Selenitas Weyr were any indication, they were determined to bring the war to Southern. This didn’t sit well with him, not at all. Most people at the Hold only seemed interested from a gossiping standpoint; so far it seemed as if all of the attacks were directed at the Weyr, so why should they worry? But Junaes didn’t see why they SHOULDN’T worry. What would happen if northerners took over the Weyr they were beholden to?
It didn’t seem likely though; Selenitas was either lucky or inhabited by incredibly strong (or maybe just stubborn) people. By the time he was fifteen Turns old, Junaes was as engrossed in the Weyr and its goings on as he’d ever been in anything before. Unfortunately, his interest in Selenitas Weyr fizzled drastically when his mother began to sicken. Junaes was still an only child, but not for lack of trying; his mother had conceived several times over the Turns but the pregnancies had all resulted in either miscarriages or still births and had taken a toll on the woman. He was fifteen when she died of poor health, leaving her son and her husband to each other’s company.
His father grieved and eventually became bitter over the loss of his wife. Junaes, unsure of how to reach out and comfort the man or if it was even possible, retreated into himself, growing quiet and simply obeying whatever orders were barked at him by his father. News from Selenitas continued to reach the Hold, but Junaes was paying little attention at this point. For several Turns it was just him and his father, and Junaes would often alternate between fishing and mining when he became old enough and strong enough to mine the firestone. His days were filled with hard labor and at night he fell into his furs and slept the deep, dreamless sleep of the truly exhausted. Still, it wasn’t a bad life, merely a hard one.
Junaes was now eighteen Turns old, and his eighteenth Turn brought many things. Early in the Turn his father came down with a bad case of pneumonia after a particularly brutal storm. Junaes nursed the old man as best he could, but despite his best efforts and reading everything he could possibly get his hands on about the subject, his father passed away in the middle of a quiet spring night, leaving his son alone in the world. Saddened by the loss of his father, Junaes turned to work to ease the grief, as well as the news from Selenitas. Even after the shocking attacks, life went on. Clutches were laid and hatched, Searches were conducted and likely young people were taken away on dragonback. It was only when a girl he’d shared his furs with a time or two was Searched did Junaes really give serious thought to actually going to the Weyr. It was quickly put off, however, as he mistakenly believed himself to be too old to Stand for one of the magnificent clutches.
Just before his eighteenth birthing day, a brown dragon visited the mine to pick up a load of firestone. Junaes was working that day, and he brought the load of firestone out to the waiting beast. It was something he’d done time and again but this time it was different. He felt the dragon’s keen interest in him and couldn’t help but give continual glances to the brown’s rider. The brown was a handsome beast, although Junaes was more attracted to his rider. Embarrassed, he redirected his thoughts and turned to leave once the sacks of firestone were properly secured. However, he was stopped when the rider called out to him, asking his age. Mildly puzzled and not a little curious, Junaes answered the other young man, who offered him a brief explanation and the offer to come to the Weyr and stand for the next clutch.
Awed and quite frankly stunned, it took Junaes a few moments to decide, although even for him it was a quick decision. Although the Hold was home, there was nothing left for him there. His parents were dead and he had no other family or reason to stay. Having made up his mind, Junaes gathered his belongings and hopped a dragon to Selenitas without so much as a backward glance.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): J’naes
Queen Only? (Females Only): Sure, why not? ;D
Desired Dragon Color: Any; not fussed.
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon plz
Name: Creampuff
Color: Blue #A2CEF3
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: Tweedledee
Written by: Avu
Looks to: Junaes
Physical Appearance: A very chubby little creature, this blue, without being obscenely overweight: A layer of fat glosses over his entire body, rounding out every angle into a gentle curve and completely hiding any muscle that may (or, more likely, may not) develop on this firelizard’s body. It’s very easy to associate this plump firelizard with a baby – for he looks very youthful, and it’s unlikely that he’ll ever grow out of this appearance, or loose an ounce of the “baby fat”. Fortunately for him, he looks undeniably cute in a way that simply could not be achieved without a little bit of excess fat: a very small head with large eyes gives him a decidedly innocent cast, especially since his head knobs are rather short and kind of knobby at the ends: They look very much like an elongated doorknob of some kind. His entire body is on the short side, too; sturdy legs are tipped with needle-sharp claws that offset his “cuddly” appearance, and a short, thick tail and short, wide wings tops off this blue.
A pale blue shade gleams over this firelizard’s hide. It’s not pale enough to be mistaken for white, but it’s still on the light side of the spectrum. The shade in question? A distinctly violet-hued blue; indeed, this firelizard is almost a pale indigo color, so purple-shaded in his hide. A darker shade of blue that lacks the violet tinge rims both eyes, just thick enough around each of this blue’s eyes to be seen, as if to emphasize the size of them. A single, straight trickle of the same dark color marks the very tip of his muzzle, directly in the center where his nostrils are. Also in the dark blue is a line that trails down his spine, from the tip of the first of his neck ridges all the way down to the very tip of his tail. While his markings are undeniably interesting, the most noticeable thing about this blue is the fact that he’s absolutely identical to his favorite clutchbrother – the Poor Fool Blue.
Personality: The one thing about this blue that will stand out the most, above all else, will doubtless be his fondness for the Poor Fool Blue – he cannot seem to go a day without seeing his brother; if he does, he’ll end up sulking – and he is not the only one who must go to see his clutchbrother, no – he will insist on his Bonded also going to see his blue brother’s Bonded – and if he can somehow force them into becoming as inseparable as he and his brother are, then all the better! Never, does it seem, will this blue tire of his clutchbrother’s company, even though he chirps and chatters almost incessantly when around said brother, with the occasional flute and croon thrown in for good measure. Amusingly enough, his blue clutchbrother is the only one he displays this behavior around; he’s always at his happiest in the company of his blue brother: It seems that his very existence rotates around making sure that his blue clutchbrother is right next to him, and, at all costs, making sure he knows that he’s perfect.
However, whether or not his clutchbrother is there, this blue is very much a coward: The idea of being hurt or being scolded or humiliated will be enough to have him cringing, or downright panicking. Never will this blue enter a fight; he’d rather be called a coward any day than actually get into a fight – it might hurt! Neither will he ever argue with anybody, especially not his brother, and it’s likely that his entire opinion can change in a matter of seconds if somebody asks him to. The only thing that will absolutely not change is that his blue clutchbrother is the most amazing firelizard ever – and that he likes to be told stories: The one thing that can take his mind (however briefly) off of the Poor Fool Blue is a story; he seems to especially like the stories that can be told in the form of a song, for in such a case, it’s very possible for him to flute along to the melody – very musical, does his voice sound. Not only does he like to listen to stories, however, but he likes to tell them, in the form of gesturing with his wings and enthusiastic crooning and chattering.
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.