Post by rii on Aug 11, 2009 22:26:06 GMT -5
Name: F'lix [Formerly Felix]
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: F'ursexual
Rank: Bluerider
Physical Appearance:
Wearing a semi-short cut, F'lix's hair is straight and raven black. Often falling in small groups around the sides of his face. It does nothing to cover the three deep claw marks start at the corner of his left eye, slice down his face, neck and end as puncture wounds at the clavicle. The past injury makes it so F'lix is unable to fully open his left eye. It doesn't deter from the fact that his eyes are his most striking feature; a shade of brown so light they are considering more golden, or amber, and in bright light they look yellow. They constantly brim with a feral intensity, much like the stare of a wild animal caught in a corner--no fear, just unbridled anger and readiness to rip out the nearest throat. His face is made up of delicate angles; not entirely feminine but defiantly beautiful instead of handsome.
His body is small, barely reaching 5'6 and graced with slender, lithe physique inherited from his mother. He has fair skin that leans on the pale side; his ink black hair making him appear more pale. Muscles appear nearly non-existent but F'lix learned to prize speed over brute strength, and the strength in his frame is subtle at best glance. He will always look younger than his actual age. Throughout his time spent at Selenitas, F'lix has come to create his own form of tattooing. Of which he's applied all along his left side, neck to foot, that is done in sweeping lines that almost want to tell a story or form a picture but dance just out of range of becoming a comprehensible image.
Personality:
Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if he must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved. Unfriendly and unsympathetic runs deep in with a natural talent of rubbing people the wrong way. He is very frank with words and doesn't appreciate people wasting his precious time. Don't get him wrong, F'lix has no delusion of self grandeur; he just doesn't like anyone. And even if he did like someone, he'll be damned before admitting it. F'lix is much like a feral cat. He is constantly on edge, snaps at people for no reason, loathes to be touched (those he hasn't granted permission to do so), and is most content when alone. The fierce attitude is paired with a feline's sense of balance, grace; and fangs and claws that hurt more than his threatening growl.
Although short and delicate, growing up in Benden forced F'lix to developed a tough front to make up for his physically feminine qualities. F'lix is actually very self-conscious about his looks, especially after being scarred. He was once beautiful and still is, but F'lix does not feel that way. Any compliments toward his looks typically earn violence in response. Flirting is replaced with sharp tongued lashings. F'lix does not have a preference between men or women; he hates them both equally and merely tolerates their existence. Albeit, F'lix is more openly hostile toward men. Anyone remaining close after a bought of flight lust is literally kicked out of the bed with the underlying threat of following the action with a sharp blade if they don't get lost quickly.
Beyond the exterior, F'lix is a fiercely loyal creature. There is a shred of kindness in him, and typically comes out toward the most unusual choices in people; and normally in a guise of hatred and sarcasm. He also is a terribly curious thing, willingly stepping into dangerous situations because; first, he doesn't fear getting hurt, at all. Second, he just wants to know what the other person has in mind. F'lix may be young, but he's lived a full lifetime of horrors, very little can shock him.
History:
Ferona was a young, aspiring candidate at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ca'lix was a bronze rider in the throws of a queen's flight but unable to make it to the flight room. In the after haze of not capturing the queen Ca'lix had seized and raped the wandering Ferona. She became pregnant, lost her candidacy, and because of the lasting effects of the traumatic experience Ferona never sought to stand on the sands; instead taking up the duties as a drudge. This is how Felix came into the world; a physical reminder, to his mother, of a human's savage nature.
Felix had a fairly normal Weyrbrat life. His hostility toward men began at a young age as he watched his mother panic whenever a man made advances on her. He didn't like how they treated her. At the age of nine he stuck a roasting fork into the thigh of a man being overly aggressive with his mother. Felix remembers the man turning on him, raising his hand, then nothing but black. He woke in the infirmary two weeks later.
Over the years it became apparent that Felix took after his mother instead of his father. He remained small and girly in looks, earning him unwanted attention and hazing from older males. Confrontations usually ended in violence and Felix wound up in the infirmary as often as he sent people there. It never tamed his wild demeanor, only seemed to make him worse.
Felix impressed at age 13 to blue Saboth, much to the displeasure of older candidates. It was a joyous time for F'lix, but Benden had a habit of making any happiness short lived. Two months after the hatching F'lix approached a fellow weyrling, M'ren, to point out their neglect toward their own hatchling. He really had good intentions of mind, but got too close to the other bluepair and the young dragon attacked him–earning F'lix his noteable facial scars. He nearly died of blood loss, and in the four days he laid unconscious, Saboth nearly died. The young blue's hide paled, and even though F'lix recovered, the color never fully returned. It hindered Saboth's growth, his body slowing but his tail and wings growing to comical lengths for a hatchling–but impressive once matured.
F'lix would have his revenge on M'ren. He waited, watching dragonet age into a dragon, a young boy turn into a man. F'lix watched as M'ren developed a not-so-casual relationship with a young greenrider. When the time came for her green to rise, and under Ja'kins subtle urgings, both M'ren and F'lix blues took to the sky but for entirely different reasons. Against the odds, young Saboth won the chase, engaging the green in mid-flight and luring her higher into the sky. The flight coming to an end, the other dragons circled back to the Weyr, unprepared for what happened next. Saboth severed the membranes on one of her wings and with a stunned shriek the green plummeted to her death.
The incident was brushed aside as an accident of Saboth being an over-eager, inexperienced blue. Only M'ren and F'lix knew differently. And when the girl killed herself in despair, M'ren hunted F'lix down with intent to kill. F'lix was waiting for him, wearing his riding leathers with dirk in hand. M'ren had only brought his anger. It was an easy kill, and justified--M'ren had tried to kill him.
F'lix underhanded tact did not go unnoticed. Benden's Weyrleader, C'leon, put F'lix abilities to use by placing him with a group that carried out more stealth-related missions. Scouting the enemy, assassinations, and sneaking into Holds to bully Lord Holders into donating more supplies to the Weyr. The years dragged on, and F'lix began to grow tired of the kill or be killed mantra they all lived by day to day.
He was one of the few responsible for scouting out Selentias Weyr months before the attack. Although that fateful day F'lix stayed behind since at the time he was injuried–a blessing, in a way. It was alright, he didn't want to go into a blood fest anyway. Why did they even want to attack the Weyr was beyond him. It seemed unnecessary. After the attack the leadership changed. F'lix did not know much of the new leader and whether or not the change was a good or bad was unclear. From what he had observed during his scouting, Selentias Weyr was more lenient, more peaceful. And so, one day F'lix failed to return from his patrol; he defected from Benden. Although Selentias warily accepted him, and F'lix has been there for several months, he can't change the person he had become over time. At least his violent encounters have drastically decreased.
Despite F'lix unfriendly nature, the unlikely happened. He met a man - not on the best of terms - that looked beyond F'lix mask of hate and snarls. The attraction was undeniable. Despite all odds, F'lix fell for the Fort defector known as F'ur. With F'ur's help, F'lix slowly erased away his past at Benden and began to learn how to live. They've been through much together now (salamandyrs dying and dragon chompings), and after the wasteland take-over and F'lix believing F'ur dead for nearly a turn, he's finally found the man again. He vows, to himself, to never part from him again.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Name: Saboth
Color: Blue
Age: 12 turns
Physical Appearance: Saboth's hide is that of a brewing storm cloud. Mostly a dark gray-blue that fades into a silver lining. No matter what the angle viewed, Saboth always appears dark fading into lighter tones. His ridges and claws do no share the same effect, always appearing as more gray than blue. His hide is not so vibrant compared to other blues, but in the sky he is a storm cloud. Claw marks streak down his eyes and the side of his neck during the attack from Fort - though it was done by an ally dragon and not the enemy - it's rendered Saboth blind on his right side.
His body is slender and under average size. His tail is long and his wingspan impressively wide. The large wings make it easy for him to rise and gain speed. His light body allows him to effortlessly soar for extended periods of time. Saboth's long wings make sharp turns difficult, so he is not as agile as greens or fellow blues; but he can still out maneuver browns and bronzes.
Personality: Saboth is much like the storm cloud he resembles. He is calm and quiet on the outside. Nothing seems to upset Saboth, as even a storm is a peace with it's cooling rains. Prefers to be alone, not a very social creature. He goes where he pleases and fears nothing. His low rumbles are the distant thunder of an approaching storm. But most of it is just sounding threatening, rarely does the blue strike. Passive aggressive is this one.
Saboth is nearly opposite of his bonded. He is calm, collected, cold, friendly and approachable. Although it is characteristic of him to lounge in the shade and ignore any interruptions unless they absolutely demand his attention. His love comes unconditional and Saboth will support his bonded to the bitter end.
Black Widow Green
Name: Lilitu
Age: Adult
Color: Green #143B00
Gender: Female
Based off of: K'lir
Physical Description: Size is no definition of power, as clearly indicated by this small, but very strong green salamandyr. She’s dinky. No way around it. Probably one of the smallest greens to ever hatch, but she’s got a subtle strength evident in each movement. Her body can appear quite bulky, but not in an unattractive way. She simply lacks the sinuous grace other salamandyrs have (but makes up for it in being able to pull things that even bronze salamandyrs couldn’t move). Her wings are small for her size, little more than an accessory to make herself appear bigger when need be; she’s definitely never going to be able to fly and gliding is mostly out of the question too. As far as her face shape is concerned, though, she’s definitely a pretty little creature; all feminine angles with a slightly longer snout and eyes large enough to be prominent without dominating her features. Her frill is on the larger side as well and compliments her body beautifully, almost making up for the muscle mass that, when she’s slouching, makes her appear almost circular -- for she has a bad habit of scrunching her entire body up into as much of a ball as possible. Her tail can usually be found curled around her body, rather than swaying around her in the fashion most of her kind exhibit. Small little cannon ball, she is, easy to overlook… easy to underestimate.
Her coloring is mind bogglingly dark; one might even think she’s black, except for the distinct green sheen that shows when she’s caught by light at exactly the right angle. Inky and slick, she is flawless darkness, and those who appreciate darker shades will no doubt find her lovely. However, bizarrely enough, her lower stomach has thousands of small spots, so tiny as to be easily overlooked, except for the shape that they form: that of an hour glass covering her entire abdomen, in a shade of green that could only be described as poisonous. It acts as a beacon, announcing Away, away, dangerous! to anything that beholds her. Interestingly enough, the inside of her frill is the very same shade of poisonous green, and when she flares it while standing on her hind legs, the frill meets up with the top of the hour glass to make it appear larger and more threatening. Dangerous indeed.
Personality: An ornery green, this one is. In fact, ‘ornery’ is probably not the right word, but it’s the most strong that most would use in her presence – she’s got a foul mouth and, unfortunately, she’ll have the worst habit of picking up as many bad words as she can from those around her. She has an inherent fondness for those who will teach her things that inevitably embarrass Hers, so naturally, she’ll spend as much time as she can around them. Aside from that, she’s very fond of bossing around anyone who happens to come in her way, and she makes no bones about shooting off her mouth to everyone. Rank, color, species, it means nothing to her and she’s utterly fearless. There’s no sense threatening her as the more responsive people are to her behavior, the more she does it; she gets an unholy joy out of annoying those around her, and baiting responses. This is one salamandyr who couldn’t care less what is thought of her (the exception being with Hers). Opinions aren’t worth getting too fussed about, obviously. Everyone has one, and most disagree with what she believes anyway.
She’s also best termed under the phrase ‘pleasure seeking.’ Indeed, this salamandyr is quite the little hedonist… whether she picks a permanent mate or not, she’ll flirt with males of every species, and some females, just because she can. It doesn’t matter much to her whether or not she should. Her flirting is not eloquent or ‘neat’ in any way though – she’s ridiculously blunt, prone to just claiming things as hers and pouncing them before licking. They’re Hers, you see, and that means she can do whatever she wants with them. Usually in mating she’ll be faithful… at least, to other salamandyrs. Usually.
As far as treatment of Hers goes, she’s downright devious. She takes a perverse delight in embarrassing Hers deliberately, but that doesn’t mean she’s anything short of defensive and loving; she’ll protect Hers from any and everyone who messes with him, regardless of whether or not they’re right. She isn’t really prone to jealousy though – she’s gorgeous, so why should Hers put any before her? And she’s the only one allowed to give Hers static on anything (which she does quite regularly). Anything that irritates hers will be hunted down with a vindictiveness that is pure female – and while she might not be the smartest, most devious salamandyr ever to hatch, what she does happen to be is strong. She’s not above literally dragging another creature around (flitter or salamandyr alike) and throwing them at things to prove a point. Her fury is one to not be tested. Hers is Her torment-thing, no one else’s!
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Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: F'ursexual
Rank: Bluerider
Physical Appearance:
Wearing a semi-short cut, F'lix's hair is straight and raven black. Often falling in small groups around the sides of his face. It does nothing to cover the three deep claw marks start at the corner of his left eye, slice down his face, neck and end as puncture wounds at the clavicle. The past injury makes it so F'lix is unable to fully open his left eye. It doesn't deter from the fact that his eyes are his most striking feature; a shade of brown so light they are considering more golden, or amber, and in bright light they look yellow. They constantly brim with a feral intensity, much like the stare of a wild animal caught in a corner--no fear, just unbridled anger and readiness to rip out the nearest throat. His face is made up of delicate angles; not entirely feminine but defiantly beautiful instead of handsome.
His body is small, barely reaching 5'6 and graced with slender, lithe physique inherited from his mother. He has fair skin that leans on the pale side; his ink black hair making him appear more pale. Muscles appear nearly non-existent but F'lix learned to prize speed over brute strength, and the strength in his frame is subtle at best glance. He will always look younger than his actual age. Throughout his time spent at Selenitas, F'lix has come to create his own form of tattooing. Of which he's applied all along his left side, neck to foot, that is done in sweeping lines that almost want to tell a story or form a picture but dance just out of range of becoming a comprehensible image.
Personality:
Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if he must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved. Unfriendly and unsympathetic runs deep in with a natural talent of rubbing people the wrong way. He is very frank with words and doesn't appreciate people wasting his precious time. Don't get him wrong, F'lix has no delusion of self grandeur; he just doesn't like anyone. And even if he did like someone, he'll be damned before admitting it. F'lix is much like a feral cat. He is constantly on edge, snaps at people for no reason, loathes to be touched (those he hasn't granted permission to do so), and is most content when alone. The fierce attitude is paired with a feline's sense of balance, grace; and fangs and claws that hurt more than his threatening growl.
Although short and delicate, growing up in Benden forced F'lix to developed a tough front to make up for his physically feminine qualities. F'lix is actually very self-conscious about his looks, especially after being scarred. He was once beautiful and still is, but F'lix does not feel that way. Any compliments toward his looks typically earn violence in response. Flirting is replaced with sharp tongued lashings. F'lix does not have a preference between men or women; he hates them both equally and merely tolerates their existence. Albeit, F'lix is more openly hostile toward men. Anyone remaining close after a bought of flight lust is literally kicked out of the bed with the underlying threat of following the action with a sharp blade if they don't get lost quickly.
Beyond the exterior, F'lix is a fiercely loyal creature. There is a shred of kindness in him, and typically comes out toward the most unusual choices in people; and normally in a guise of hatred and sarcasm. He also is a terribly curious thing, willingly stepping into dangerous situations because; first, he doesn't fear getting hurt, at all. Second, he just wants to know what the other person has in mind. F'lix may be young, but he's lived a full lifetime of horrors, very little can shock him.
History:
Ferona was a young, aspiring candidate at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ca'lix was a bronze rider in the throws of a queen's flight but unable to make it to the flight room. In the after haze of not capturing the queen Ca'lix had seized and raped the wandering Ferona. She became pregnant, lost her candidacy, and because of the lasting effects of the traumatic experience Ferona never sought to stand on the sands; instead taking up the duties as a drudge. This is how Felix came into the world; a physical reminder, to his mother, of a human's savage nature.
Felix had a fairly normal Weyrbrat life. His hostility toward men began at a young age as he watched his mother panic whenever a man made advances on her. He didn't like how they treated her. At the age of nine he stuck a roasting fork into the thigh of a man being overly aggressive with his mother. Felix remembers the man turning on him, raising his hand, then nothing but black. He woke in the infirmary two weeks later.
Over the years it became apparent that Felix took after his mother instead of his father. He remained small and girly in looks, earning him unwanted attention and hazing from older males. Confrontations usually ended in violence and Felix wound up in the infirmary as often as he sent people there. It never tamed his wild demeanor, only seemed to make him worse.
Felix impressed at age 13 to blue Saboth, much to the displeasure of older candidates. It was a joyous time for F'lix, but Benden had a habit of making any happiness short lived. Two months after the hatching F'lix approached a fellow weyrling, M'ren, to point out their neglect toward their own hatchling. He really had good intentions of mind, but got too close to the other bluepair and the young dragon attacked him–earning F'lix his noteable facial scars. He nearly died of blood loss, and in the four days he laid unconscious, Saboth nearly died. The young blue's hide paled, and even though F'lix recovered, the color never fully returned. It hindered Saboth's growth, his body slowing but his tail and wings growing to comical lengths for a hatchling–but impressive once matured.
F'lix would have his revenge on M'ren. He waited, watching dragonet age into a dragon, a young boy turn into a man. F'lix watched as M'ren developed a not-so-casual relationship with a young greenrider. When the time came for her green to rise, and under Ja'kins subtle urgings, both M'ren and F'lix blues took to the sky but for entirely different reasons. Against the odds, young Saboth won the chase, engaging the green in mid-flight and luring her higher into the sky. The flight coming to an end, the other dragons circled back to the Weyr, unprepared for what happened next. Saboth severed the membranes on one of her wings and with a stunned shriek the green plummeted to her death.
The incident was brushed aside as an accident of Saboth being an over-eager, inexperienced blue. Only M'ren and F'lix knew differently. And when the girl killed herself in despair, M'ren hunted F'lix down with intent to kill. F'lix was waiting for him, wearing his riding leathers with dirk in hand. M'ren had only brought his anger. It was an easy kill, and justified--M'ren had tried to kill him.
F'lix underhanded tact did not go unnoticed. Benden's Weyrleader, C'leon, put F'lix abilities to use by placing him with a group that carried out more stealth-related missions. Scouting the enemy, assassinations, and sneaking into Holds to bully Lord Holders into donating more supplies to the Weyr. The years dragged on, and F'lix began to grow tired of the kill or be killed mantra they all lived by day to day.
He was one of the few responsible for scouting out Selentias Weyr months before the attack. Although that fateful day F'lix stayed behind since at the time he was injuried–a blessing, in a way. It was alright, he didn't want to go into a blood fest anyway. Why did they even want to attack the Weyr was beyond him. It seemed unnecessary. After the attack the leadership changed. F'lix did not know much of the new leader and whether or not the change was a good or bad was unclear. From what he had observed during his scouting, Selentias Weyr was more lenient, more peaceful. And so, one day F'lix failed to return from his patrol; he defected from Benden. Although Selentias warily accepted him, and F'lix has been there for several months, he can't change the person he had become over time. At least his violent encounters have drastically decreased.
Despite F'lix unfriendly nature, the unlikely happened. He met a man - not on the best of terms - that looked beyond F'lix mask of hate and snarls. The attraction was undeniable. Despite all odds, F'lix fell for the Fort defector known as F'ur. With F'ur's help, F'lix slowly erased away his past at Benden and began to learn how to live. They've been through much together now (salamandyrs dying and dragon chompings), and after the wasteland take-over and F'lix believing F'ur dead for nearly a turn, he's finally found the man again. He vows, to himself, to never part from him again.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards/Salamandyrs:
Name: Saboth
Color: Blue
Age: 12 turns
Physical Appearance: Saboth's hide is that of a brewing storm cloud. Mostly a dark gray-blue that fades into a silver lining. No matter what the angle viewed, Saboth always appears dark fading into lighter tones. His ridges and claws do no share the same effect, always appearing as more gray than blue. His hide is not so vibrant compared to other blues, but in the sky he is a storm cloud. Claw marks streak down his eyes and the side of his neck during the attack from Fort - though it was done by an ally dragon and not the enemy - it's rendered Saboth blind on his right side.
His body is slender and under average size. His tail is long and his wingspan impressively wide. The large wings make it easy for him to rise and gain speed. His light body allows him to effortlessly soar for extended periods of time. Saboth's long wings make sharp turns difficult, so he is not as agile as greens or fellow blues; but he can still out maneuver browns and bronzes.
Personality: Saboth is much like the storm cloud he resembles. He is calm and quiet on the outside. Nothing seems to upset Saboth, as even a storm is a peace with it's cooling rains. Prefers to be alone, not a very social creature. He goes where he pleases and fears nothing. His low rumbles are the distant thunder of an approaching storm. But most of it is just sounding threatening, rarely does the blue strike. Passive aggressive is this one.
Saboth is nearly opposite of his bonded. He is calm, collected, cold, friendly and approachable. Although it is characteristic of him to lounge in the shade and ignore any interruptions unless they absolutely demand his attention. His love comes unconditional and Saboth will support his bonded to the bitter end.
Black Widow Green
Name: Lilitu
Age: Adult
Color: Green #143B00
Gender: Female
Based off of: K'lir
Physical Description: Size is no definition of power, as clearly indicated by this small, but very strong green salamandyr. She’s dinky. No way around it. Probably one of the smallest greens to ever hatch, but she’s got a subtle strength evident in each movement. Her body can appear quite bulky, but not in an unattractive way. She simply lacks the sinuous grace other salamandyrs have (but makes up for it in being able to pull things that even bronze salamandyrs couldn’t move). Her wings are small for her size, little more than an accessory to make herself appear bigger when need be; she’s definitely never going to be able to fly and gliding is mostly out of the question too. As far as her face shape is concerned, though, she’s definitely a pretty little creature; all feminine angles with a slightly longer snout and eyes large enough to be prominent without dominating her features. Her frill is on the larger side as well and compliments her body beautifully, almost making up for the muscle mass that, when she’s slouching, makes her appear almost circular -- for she has a bad habit of scrunching her entire body up into as much of a ball as possible. Her tail can usually be found curled around her body, rather than swaying around her in the fashion most of her kind exhibit. Small little cannon ball, she is, easy to overlook… easy to underestimate.
Her coloring is mind bogglingly dark; one might even think she’s black, except for the distinct green sheen that shows when she’s caught by light at exactly the right angle. Inky and slick, she is flawless darkness, and those who appreciate darker shades will no doubt find her lovely. However, bizarrely enough, her lower stomach has thousands of small spots, so tiny as to be easily overlooked, except for the shape that they form: that of an hour glass covering her entire abdomen, in a shade of green that could only be described as poisonous. It acts as a beacon, announcing Away, away, dangerous! to anything that beholds her. Interestingly enough, the inside of her frill is the very same shade of poisonous green, and when she flares it while standing on her hind legs, the frill meets up with the top of the hour glass to make it appear larger and more threatening. Dangerous indeed.
Personality: An ornery green, this one is. In fact, ‘ornery’ is probably not the right word, but it’s the most strong that most would use in her presence – she’s got a foul mouth and, unfortunately, she’ll have the worst habit of picking up as many bad words as she can from those around her. She has an inherent fondness for those who will teach her things that inevitably embarrass Hers, so naturally, she’ll spend as much time as she can around them. Aside from that, she’s very fond of bossing around anyone who happens to come in her way, and she makes no bones about shooting off her mouth to everyone. Rank, color, species, it means nothing to her and she’s utterly fearless. There’s no sense threatening her as the more responsive people are to her behavior, the more she does it; she gets an unholy joy out of annoying those around her, and baiting responses. This is one salamandyr who couldn’t care less what is thought of her (the exception being with Hers). Opinions aren’t worth getting too fussed about, obviously. Everyone has one, and most disagree with what she believes anyway.
She’s also best termed under the phrase ‘pleasure seeking.’ Indeed, this salamandyr is quite the little hedonist… whether she picks a permanent mate or not, she’ll flirt with males of every species, and some females, just because she can. It doesn’t matter much to her whether or not she should. Her flirting is not eloquent or ‘neat’ in any way though – she’s ridiculously blunt, prone to just claiming things as hers and pouncing them before licking. They’re Hers, you see, and that means she can do whatever she wants with them. Usually in mating she’ll be faithful… at least, to other salamandyrs. Usually.
As far as treatment of Hers goes, she’s downright devious. She takes a perverse delight in embarrassing Hers deliberately, but that doesn’t mean she’s anything short of defensive and loving; she’ll protect Hers from any and everyone who messes with him, regardless of whether or not they’re right. She isn’t really prone to jealousy though – she’s gorgeous, so why should Hers put any before her? And she’s the only one allowed to give Hers static on anything (which she does quite regularly). Anything that irritates hers will be hunted down with a vindictiveness that is pure female – and while she might not be the smartest, most devious salamandyr ever to hatch, what she does happen to be is strong. She’s not above literally dragging another creature around (flitter or salamandyr alike) and throwing them at things to prove a point. Her fury is one to not be tested. Hers is Her torment-thing, no one else’s!
[ x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.